More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Night

Ashley's POV:

After Mitch leaves the room, I close the door behind him and make sure he's not trying to peek through the cracks. When I confirm that he isn't, I rush to get my clothes off and change into his shirt as quick as I can. Once I'm changed, I ball up my clothes and debate where to put them. I'm looking around frantically when I hear a soft knock on the door. 

"Can I come in?" Mitch's voice says.

"It is your room." I reply, so he opens the door. He raises an eyebrow as he sees me positioned in the center of the room, hiding my clothes behind my back. 

"I'm going to go brush my teeth." I say, ignoring his look and walking out the door. I decide to put my clothes on the couch under a blanket where I would've slept, then I go into the bathroom where my toothbrush is to brush my teeth. When I finish, I walk back to Mitch's room to see that he was wearing pajama pants with no shirt, and I laugh at what he did. When he hears me, he looks up and smiles.

"What? It's only fair that if you have no pants, I have no shirt." he says nonchalantly. 

'Wow. Such a gentlemen." I say. He gives a little bow from where he's sitting on the bed. I just laugh again and settle down next to him. Both of us go on our phones, and as I check Instagram, I see my latest picture's comments are completely filled with "#mashley". I feel the color rise up to my face as I remember how I felt when I kissed Mitch's cheek. In the picture, he was looking at me in the corner of his eye, with a sort of smug look on his face with his lips puckered. 

"Looks like some people aren't too happy." I think out loud, seeing all the "#meromeforever" and "Nooo merome!" comments. Mitch turns his attention to me as I show him my screen. He first looks at the picture and then scrolls through the comments, looking quite amused.

"And others are." he says, pointing out all the positive comments. 

"I'm kind of afraid to check twitter." I say as he continues scrolling. He just laughs and gives me back my phone. Despite my fear, I go on twitter anyway. Sure enough, all my mentions have something to do with Mitch. I give a little groan and Mitch laughs a little. After I scroll through all my tweets, I find that I'm bored but don't want to go to sleep, so I decide to go on YouTube. When my feed loads, I see a recommended video by TheBajanCanadian, so I smile a little and decide to watch it. 

"Hey doods it's Mitch or BajanCanadian here, and we're playing the hunger games!"

Mitch's head snaps up when he hears his voice playing from my tiny iPhone speakers.

"What are you doing?" he asks. I smile.

"Oh, you know, just watching this video made by this jag named TheBajanCanadian. I hear he's supposed to be pretty funny, so I decided to check him out." I say. He laughs at my reply and then goes back on to his phone. I exit out of the video and decide to go on Tumblr, and I scroll through about ten posts before hearing my voice coming from Mitch's phone. I look up to see his smiling face as he plays my latest vlog.

"Hey guys what's up it's AshleyMarieGaming here with another vloooooog!"

"Turn that off!" I say, reaching for his phone. he just pulls it out of my reach and turns the volume up.

"Why? I just found this really hot babe and I want to see what she's been up to lately, so I'm watching her update vlog." he says. I reach again, but this time it's more of a lunge, so I end up falling on top of him as he moves the phone once again out of reach. I blush and move to get off him, but I realize I can't because he's anchored me to his sides using his hands. The video was off, leaving me in silence to look up at Mitch's mischievous expression. We make eye contact for but a second until Mitch pulls me forward into a kiss. 

"You jag." I say when he pulls away to breathe. He laughs and this time I take control, pulling him forward and kissing him. He kisses back and shifts into a sitting position for me to better wrap my legs around his hips. Carefully and cautiously, I work my hands up from his chest to his neck, where I entangle my fingers through his hair. His hands move down until their at the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. His movements were certain and strong, mine were nervous and weak. This was the first time I had ever made out with someone, so I was afraid to do something wrong. Yet, he seemed so certain, so confident, I couldn't help but feel more confident too. I let my grip tighten on his hair and increase the urgency of the kiss. Mitch seemed to notice, for he too tightened the grip on my back and pulled me closer until I couldn't go anymore. I pull away to catch my breath. He does too, and smiles as I look up at him. 

"We should get some sleep." I say. Mitch groans, hugging me tighter. I just laugh and pull away to give him a short kiss. When I pull away, I slide off him and crawl under the covers. He grudgingly follows and settles for wrapping his arms around me as we lay down. I hug his chest, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the bareness of it, but comfortable all the same. Mitch again seems to notice.

"Y'know, I can put a shirt on if you can't handle the power of my abs. I mean, I completely understand, some people just can't handle mah hot bod." he says, looking down on me.

"No, no. I think I'll manage just fine." I laugh. He smiles and leans down to kiss me one last time.

"Goodnight babe." he whispers.

"Goodnight." I say as I push away the insecurity of having no pants, and allow myself to be pulled under in the Canadian's bare arms.