Our Crooked Words (A BajanCanadian Fanfiction)

10.

~Chapter Ten~

Alisha's POV: 

(Three Weeks Later)

"Mitch, what the heck? Why'd you do this?" I rubbed my eyes while Mitch stood at the door. He has been staying in that hotel for the past few weeks. I usually see him wearing the same clothes, but it doesn't bother me. 

"Special flowers for a good friend?" He smirked, holding out a bundle of what looked like roses. Haven't recieved those since when I was first diagnosed.

"Thanks Mitch," I hugged him, admiring the boquet. "But, why  7:20 in the morning?" 

"I couldn't wait. May I come in?" He looked past me to the chair he always sat in. I moved out of his way and motioned his way in. 

"My parents should be coming soon, around 7:50, probably." I set the roses on my nightstand, moving various things around to make room. 

"Finally! First time meeting them!" Mitch exclaimed, shooting his arms up in the air. I never realized he didn't get to meet them yet, I thought their vacation was a week, but I guess it lasted longer. Or they just didn't want to come back.

I nodded. " I forgot you haven't met them yet." 

"How could you forget? It's only the most important thing ever!" I rolled my eyes. He thinks everything is "important." One time, I had an itch and I couldn't reach it. He thought it was so important to itch it. 

(Small Little Flashback)

"I'll get a backscratcher, if that's what your asking."

" I don't need a backscratcher, Mitch. For the last time, I got it." I said, scrambling around my back to get the itch. 

"This is really important." He whispered, starting to run.

"Where are you going?!" I called after him. 

"To the store! GETTING YOU THAT SCRATCHER!" He screamed, causing everyone to turn their heads in our direction. 

"I got it Mitch! Get back here!" I yelled, jogging after him. 

"Why didn't you just say so?" He stopped in his tracks, and we started walking again. 

I swear, he's so weird.

(End O' Flashback)

"Okay Mitch. If it's important, it's important." I had to agree with him, if I didn't, he might get whiny. Again. 

He smiled. "Where's Journey, by the way?" He looked around.

"Probably still in bed. I'm still surprised they let you in at freaking 7:00." 

"Hey I have my ways." He pointed to his face, nodding his head. 

"If you're talking about your looks I think you're misinterpretting that." 

His face falled, and he started fake crying. "You don't think I'm beautiful?" He buried his face in his hands, sobbing like a two year old. 

"Pick up your head princess. Your tiara is falling." He fake-sniffled, and we both started laughing. 

I glanced over at the clock. 7:27. Only 7 minutes has gone by? This might be a long wait. 

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I'm ending this chapter here because it's already little bit long. This was a cute chapter though, I think. I don't have much writer's block anymore. xD Praise the Lord!

Thank you so much for the shot in reads! I hope you're enjoying the Fanfiction! Much Luv!

Take Care.

-Kimmi