More Than Friends: A #Mashley Fan-Fic

Two Idiots

Ashley's POV: 

After several attempts, we finally got the dress off.

"I need to lay off the fish and chips." I say, pulling on my sweatshirt. Mona laughs and rolls her eyes, but deep down, I'm serious. I tried exercising last year, but I stopped, knowing it was meaningless. There was no one I had to impress. But now there was, and he might be the motivation I needed to get in shape.

I say goodbye to Mona and Tara before walking out the door to meet Mitch in the lobby. I know by now Tara must've talked to him, and the thoughtful look on his face told me I was right.

"Hey." I say, going up to him and pecking him on the cheek. Normally I wouldn't be so affectionate in public, due to my extreme awkwardness, but I wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Hey." he mumbles, breaking out of his trance to look at me. He stares into my eyes, giving me a strange look. I'm about to ask what's wrong, but he cuts me off with a smile.

"Let's go then." he says, taking my hand and leading me out the door.

"I...but...okay." I say, confused by his sudden mood swing. I go along with it anyway.

Mitch's POV: 

Surprisingly, I felt better after my talk with Tara. It almost felt as if she had given Ashley and I her "blessing", and it lifted a weight off my shoulders. The nervousness of meeting Tara was over, and it left me in a better mood. Ashley was suspicious of my good mood, but she hesitated to ask questions. That is, until we finally got to her house.

"So...what exactly did my sister say to you." Ashley asks as she sits down next to me on her couch.

"Ask her." I say. 

"I did." she says, crossing her arms. "She told me to ask you. So spill." I grin because she looks so adorable when she's annoyed.

"Well, she said she loved me and that I was a fantastic singer." I say, pulling my phone out. She rolls her eyes.

"Mitch, come on. Tell me what she really said. Was it really that bad?" she asks, pulling on my shirt. I sigh. I don't know why I'm avoiding telling her the truth, I guess I act like an idiot when i'm in these kind of moods. I must be annoying.

"She basically didn't blame me for...everything that happened, but she warned me that if I hurt you, she would kill me." I say the last part almost matter-of-factly, and Ashley smiles. I cock my head as if to ask, what? 

"She likes you!" Ashley says. I laugh.

"I'm sure she does. I mean, how can she resist such a gentlemen like me?" I say in a funny voice, stressing out the word gentlemen.

"Well I definitely can't." Ashley says. She seems to be taken aback by what she just said, blushing a deep shade of crimison. I just grin, and pull her into a kiss.

Ashley's POV: 

Wait, what did I just say? It just came out, I never say that kind of stuff, because I make a fool out of myself every time I do. I expect Mitch to laugh at me, but he just grins and kisses me. he cups my flushed face and I kiss back, leaning with him down on the couch. His back doesn't even reach the cushions before a deep growl sounds from his stomach. We both pull away and laugh.

"Why don't we get some food?" I say, getting off him.

"Yeah, I guess I'm kinda hungry." I walk over to the kitchen, and Mitch follows. I look into the fridge, seeing what we could eat.

"I have chicken, pasta, chicken nuggets, mozzerella sticks, and some vegetables." I say, taking inventory. He seems amazed.

"So, you're...cooking now?" he asks, trying to be casual. I laugh a little.

"Yeah. Come on, I'm not totally helpless." I say, although I know that's not what he's talking about. "I'm fine." I reassure him. He contemplates to see if I'm telling the truth or just trying to be tough, and he eventually gives in.

"Okay. Do you want me to help out?" he asks. 

"I think I can manage this one, although I may need some help on the stir-fried vegetables. I'm terrible at making those." I say, remembering the time when they came out tasting like plastic. He nods, and we get to work.

We decide on having some chicken cutlets, mashed potatoes, and stir-fried vegetables. I'm not bad at making chicken cutlets, so I start on those as Mitch prepares everything else. He was a good cook.

After I have all of my chicken breaded and ready, I carefully put them in the pan, forcing my hands not to tremble. I knew that in order to get over my fear I had to face it, and what better time than to have the person I felt most safe with right beside me?

I have all my cutlets layed out on a paper-toweled plate when Mitch hads to go take a bathroom break, leaving me to get the vegetables off the stove. Being the genius that I am, I choose a wooden spoon to try and get the tiny pieces of food off the stove. 

"Oh, balls." I say as yet another piece falls over the spoon. After several attempts, I give up and go back to setting the table. Mitch comes out and looks at the vegetables still lying on the stove before giving me a questionable look.

"I gave up. Mitch, take the wheel." I say. He chuckles.

"That's not the only thing I can take from you." Mitch mutters, then stopping in his tracks. His face turns a bright red, and I can see him biting his tongue. He sneaks a look at me, and then we both crack up laughing. Maybe it's the fact that, despite the fact we're both virgins, Mitch said that, but I was dying on the floor, holding my sides. I make my way over to the counter and Mitch helps me up, still laughing himself.

"Are you just making fun of me?" I ask, leaning into his arms, only slight giggles escaping from my mouth. 

"Yeah, let's go with that. I totally wasn't just being a total and complete idiot." he says between breaths. 

"Well I have to say, I'm starting to really like this idiot side of you Mitch." I don't know where that came from, but I have a feeling I really do.