I was kinda disappointed with the peck. We had never had a make-out session or anything like that, just simple kisses.
And we had been dating for 7 months.
Travis keeps using the excuse of 'not being ready' but I don't believe it.
At all.
****
We got in Travis's car to go out for a date, but he wouldn't tell me where we were going.
"Trav, please tell me. What if I look bad?" I said, fixing my hair in the little mirror Travis kept in his car for me.
"Nope, its a surprise!" he said starting the car.
"I hope you know that I hate you" I said jokingly.
"Yea, yea, I love you too" he said back
****
After an hour of driving we pulled up to a hotel.
I got out of the car, and I stood there confused.
"Travis, why are we at a hotel?" I questioned.
"No reason, come on" he said, practically dragging me.
He signed us in for a room on floor 2, but when we got on the elevator he clicked the level 8 button.
I knew that level 8 was very high up, so I got worried.
Why was Travis bringing me to a hotel to bring me to the highest level?
When we finally got off the elevator, he dragged me to a pair of stairs that lead to the roof.
"Travis..." I said getting even more nervous and worried.
He ignored me though and when we got outside on the roof, I felt a cold blast of air.
I shivered and Travis gave me his sweatshirt.
I slipped it on easily and it hung down to my knees.
I smiled at the comfort, and took in the scent of Travis.
Before I knew it, Travis was on one knee in front of me, holding my hand.
I put my other hand over my mouth, and I felt myself tearing up.
Was he proposing?
"Mitch, oh Mitch. Where do I begin? I love you. There I said it. I love your hair, its so silky and smooth. And I love the way your eyes light up at certain things, it's adorable. I love your laugh, its so contagious. And your smile lights up a room and I just want to poke your cute dimples. You are just so beautiful and wish I could be with you forever. But things don't always end up the way we want. Tonight, right now I'm going to give you this promise ring. I promise that I will always love you. Even when I'm dead in 1 minute" Travis said, tears spilling down his cheeks.
I let out a sob, realizing what was going on.
"No.. Travis please don't, I-I love you p-p-please don't" I sobbed out.
He put the ring on my finger and then gave me a big hug.
He then connected our lips and there was so much emotion in the kiss.
Passion, sadness, angry.
He then pulled away and walked over to the edge of the roof.
"I love you Mitchie, see you soon. This isn't goodbye. I'll see you soon" he said.
I sobbed, then said, "I love you too Travie."
Then he jumped.
*****
I've had a bad depression ever since that night, and I couldn't be around any couples without crying or having a panic attack.
They entered me into a place where there were no couples.
It's not like they weren't allowed, but people with phobias weren't easy to love.
Unless they had MonoPhobia (A/N ;) ) or something.
Then you kinda had to love them.
Im Mitch Grassi, 15 years old, and I'm diagnosed with depression, anxiety, anorexia, and GamoPhobia, fear of commitment.
A/N
This isn't what Mitch looks like in the story but OMG
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Ok this is what he actually looks like
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