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xliii. a morning kiss with a side of morning breath

CHAPTER FORTY THREE

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Water continues to roll down my back in drops from the strands of my hair that sticks to my skin since they're soaked from the shower I had a few moments ago. Using the towel in my hand, I begin to dry my wet hair as I walk into my room. However, I stop when I see Mitchell beginning to wake up. I couldn't take him home, I was scared his parents would ground him or something. So I allowed him to sleep in my bed whilst I slept on the floor beside him which by the way, wasn't comfortable.

His blue eyes flutter open and he blinks a few times while looking around the room, adjusting to his surrounds. With his hands, he rubs his eyes to rid of sleep and finally, his eyes meet mine and confusion takes over his features; his eyebrows are narrowed and I can see the clogs in his brain working in overdrive.

"Where am I?." He asks, his voice raspy since he just woke up.

"My room." I explain "you went to a party and I really don't think your parents would appreciate you coming home drunk off your head." I finish. Mitchell chuckles a little from my words, my eyes scan over his bruises and they didn't look any better. But I did tend to them, I cleaned off all the blood last night and he looks a bit better then before, but his injuries were still noticeable "how you feeling?." I ask after awhile of just standing there.

"Horrible." He tells me.

"Do you remember anything from last night?." I question; maybe he'll remember the fight and with that, remember why he got in one in the first place. In a matter of seconds, Mitchell's face goes from confusion to shook and anger, so fast that I almost didn't notice the expressions change.

"I don't remember much, but I remember enough." He replies "I remember a fight and being in the car with you, but that's it."

I nod my head "do you remember why you go into the fight?." I say slowly as I sit beside him on the bed. He sits up and leans against headboard; I won't lie, I barley slept last night because all my mind could focus on was the fight and why it happened in the first place. I just had so many questions buzzing around my head that I'm surprised I slept at all.

"I do." He simply answers.

I roll my eyes "why did the fight happen Mitchell?."

"Ohhhhh, using my first name; I'm so scared." He says, sarcasm soaking his words. Without thinking about it, I hit him on the arm and he let out a noise of pain as he begins to rub the spot where I hit him "seriously!? What are you? Capitan America?!." He exclaims and I roll my eyes once again at his dramatics.

"I'll do it again if you don't answer my question." I warn him.

"Alright I'll tell you! You crazy woman!." He shouts before taking a deep breath "I forgot who it was, but someone there was talking smack-." He pauses "about you and I don't know what happened, but I snapped and next thing you know; punches are being throw and blood was being spilled." He finishes and my heart warms at the fact that the reason that he got into a fight was because of me.

"What did this person say?." I ask.

Mitchell takes a big breath causing me to become suspicious "they said that it must suck to know that your parents didn't want you and that I was only spending time with you out of pity which isn't true by the way." He tells me and sadness floods through me. I forgot that people now know about me being adopted and I knew that some would make comments like this, but that doesn't mean it still didn't hurt "Faye?." He asks and I shake my head.

I look into Mitchell's eyes, using his eyes he asks me if I'm okay "I'm okay, don't worry." I tell him, but I doubt my own words. Mitchell sighs and moves a little before wrapping his arms around me in a comforting hug. Immediately, I return the hug, needing this. He begins to stroke my pink hair and my heart begins to fasten and my face flushes a bright red. What is wrong with me lately?

"It'll be okay princess." He tells me and a small smile graces my lip from the nickname.

"I hope so." I mumble. After a while, we pull away from each other and look into each other's eyes. His blue eyes scan over my face as mine does his, why do I have this sudden urge to kiss him? Unexpectedly, he begins to lean forward and I do the same, our eyes close and our lips meet. Something goes off, but it weren't fireworks, I don't know how to describe it, but it's a feeling I haven't felt before.

After what feels like years, we pull away. Neither of us say anything, I don't think we know what to say. In a month, we went from enemies to friends and in a couple of weeks, we we went from friends to friends who kissed each other; something that I didn't see happening. Before this, if you were to tell me that I would be kissing Mitchell, I would of slapped you so hard and sent you to a mental hospital.

"Your breath stinks." Mitchell whispers.

An offended expression spreads across my face "excuse you?-." I ask "your breath doesn't exactly smell like roses and daisies either." I tell him and he releases a small chuckle before everything goes silent once again.

What happens now?