Kiss, but don't tell.

Chapter 1.

I anxiously walked through the air port, pulling my bags behind me and a few over my shoulders. I had so many bags I thought for sure I'd need help, but by the time I got home, I was so excited that I was able to carry it all myself. I looked all around, stopping in the midst of the crowd, waiting for someone I knew.

My mom. 

My dad.

Anyone?

Suddenly, the crowd I was in erupted into a loud applause and a lot of whistling. I craned my neck to see over the people standing in front of me. In the middle of the crowd was a man and a woman. I couldn't tell what age they were, but they were probably in their thirties.

She was small and wore a flowly white dress with a jean jacket over it. She had black flats on her feet. Her hair hung down her back in tight black curls and tears were streaming down her face. The man that she held in her arms stood tall and masculine in a military outfit. I couldn't help but grin myself. 

Moments like that were priceless.

I wish I'd had someone to come greet me with a huge hug and a kiss.

Someone that loved me unconditionally and waited all these years for me. 

I sighed, sitting lightly on my luggage, making sure not to knock it over.

"Baby?" I heard, and I turned around, face to face with a pair of chocolate eyes.

*

Mitchell's POV:

I looked at my watch. "Damn it!" I groaned.

I was running late to pick Baby up.

Maybe a heads up would have been nice, I thought to myself.

I was at my house, making a grilled cheese for myself, waiting for Spencer to get home from their vacation to Tennessee. A much different view than it was over here in New Jersey. They left early this morning so they'd be able to make it home in time to get everything put away and back to normal before going to get Baby from the airport. 

Suddenly, my phone rang.

I walked away from the oven, and grabbed my phone off of the table. Spence. I clicked answer and held the phone in the crook of my neck as I headed back to my food and flipped it. 

"Hello?" I said.

"Mitch, I need a favor." He said instantly.

"And what would that be?" I asked, picking up the perfect grilled cheese with a spatula and putting it on a plate.

"We had a bit of car troubles and we aren't going to be home in time to head to the air port. So...would you be a bro and go pick her up while we head home and get all this shit together?" I heard a loud squawk in the back, coming from Mrs. C. He scoffed then added. "All this crap together." 

I smirked a little. "Well when is she supposed to get off the plane?"

"Uhh...in five minutes?" 

"FIVE MINUTES?!" I yelled. 

"Please, bro! You can have first dibs on torturing her on her first day back?!" 

It was tempting. He knew how much I loved torturing her. It wasn't my fault she was always so vulnerable and well...geeky. "Fine." I grumbled. "Gotta go."

I shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbing my car keys off the counter. I turned to walk out the door and then turned back around, remembering my sandwhich. I hesitated before grabbing it off the plate. Sudden realization that it had just came off the stove crept in as my hand was filled with a firey sensation.

"Shit!" I yelled, dropping it on the ground. "Ugh, damn it." I groaned. I whistled. "Come here Tyson!" I yelled.

My light brown chesapeake came rushing through the kitchen. As soon as the scent of cheese entered his nose, he ran to it, almost sliding, before eating it sloppily. 

"Yeah, enjoy my fucking lunch." I growled down at him.

Now, I was rushing through the airport, shoving past people and looking around. I hadn't seen Baby in years, but I'm sure she was still the short geek I once knew. I smirked, remembering the many years of torturing her. I stopped, getting frustrated, and looked at my watch. She should be here by now?

My eyes were drawn to a crowd that were surrounding a couple. I half smiled, until I finally saw her. Was that really Baby? She'd certainly, erm...grown. 

Baby stood only a few feet away from me. It was like she was a new girl. A new...woman. She had sprouted, and lost all her baby fat. I looked her up and down slowly. Her hair had grown down to the middle of her back. She still had the same familar dark brown hair, but now that it had grown, it had gotten wavy. 

She had make up on, something she'd never been interested in when she was younger. It made her look older and more mature. She had plump full lips that I'd never noticed before. Instead of being flat chested as I'd always remembered her, she now sported a large chest that I was sure would bring her a lot of attention back here.

She was wearing a tight black tank top that fit snug on her slim body, and a pair of light denim shorts with sequins on them. My eyes trailed down her long legs, and I felt like they'd just keep going and going. They finally stopped at a pair of black boots. 

Her skin was almost a shimmery white. Most people complain about being white, but hers was... beautiful. She reminded me of Snow White, and I half smiled to myself, remembering her, Spencer, and I always watching it when she got to pick the movie.

I finally walked over behind her. I'm sure she wouldn't exactly be ready to see me. I'm sure she'd rather see her mother or her father. Not one of the boys that had put her through hell for as long as I could remember. 

"Baby?" I spoke, almost questioning if this...gorgeous human being was her.

She turned around, almost bumping into me. She almost had a surprised look on her face, before the corners of her lips turned up into a smug smile.

"Hey, Mitch."