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Cookie and Cream (Part 4)
Starting on Aug 2
Luna x Mitchell
*** Hi lovelies, thanks for reading. I will be uploading part 3 soon. Stay tone. Also I haven't edit sooo they will be misspelling ad grammar mistakes
Luna's Pov
2 weeks. This dude has been avoiding me for two weeks. I mean it's fine with me, I won't have to deal with his annoying flirtious ways.
"What are you thinking about, bestie?"
"Huh?" I glance up from the dress rack in front of me to look at my friend, Abby, who's giving me a knowing look, but before she can mention his name, I pull out a black dress. "How about this one?"
"Too short and revealing. Not your style, girl," Abby says, pulling out a red one; it's long, down to tje ankles with long selves. "This one is more like you plus Adam doesn't like when you dress in dark clothing."
"Ah Adam knows nothing. Why did he even invite us to his wedding? Doesn't he dislike our friend group for being too preppy?"
Abby shrugs her shoulders then laughs. "Sounds like Mitchell, he hated you for being all cheerful."
"Why are you bringing him up?"
"You are thinking about him. I can't believe you actually gave in to having a conversation with him. You dislike him for bullying you, for making college life a living hell. Unless..."
"Don't get any ideas."
Abby laughs again. "There's something about him drawing your attention, what is it? Is it his good looks?"
He's good looking, I give him that, but no, it's not his looks. It is his child like and golden retriever personality; playful, curious and upbeat. He's also persistent, and for some reason, I admire it.
There's the attention he gives too. In college, I had his attention even when his goal was to make my life a living hell. Thankfully, we graduated and we went our separate ways.
Gosh, the day he reappeared in front of me, I got goosebumps. In a good and bad way. Good because I never thought I'll see his handsome face again or hear his charming voice, and in the bad way, I thought I was going to get bullied again.
He didn't bully me. In fact, that man hit me with a corny pickup line. My friends hyped him up while I rejected him. I was dating Robbie then, it would've been wrong to lead Mitch on.
"You are definitely thinking of him!" Abby shouts.
"Lower your voice. If I am, why does that matter? He's been avoiding him for some reason."
I haven't told anyone of the conversations I shared with him, they don't need to know but I can't stop thinking about what he admitted. He admitted to being jealous of those men who flirted with me.
We didn't speak much the whole night after that, and then he drove me home and disappeared into the night. No words were spoken. I'm not sure if I did anything wrong but it bothers me in a way.
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"I'm glad you ladies could make it," Adam says as he approaches us with his now wife at the reception. He turns his attention to his wife and introduces all of us. "Baby these are the girls who got me through high school; Abby, Candace, Katie and Luna."
His wife stares at me for a moment then breaks into a smiling fool. "You are the girl who Mittens talks a lot about. Little Moon, right?"
"Mittens?" Abby bursts out laughing at the nickname Mitchell was given. I glare at her to shut it. She raises her hands in surrender. "I'm sorry." Then she turns to the wife who's name I don't remember. "Is Mittens here by chance?" There's a smirk on her face, I don't like it.
The wife nods then searches through the crowd lined up for the buffet then over to the people dancing and stops when her attention lands on Mitch, sitting alone with a drink in his hand.
I don't know what comes upon me but I'm marching over to him to take the drink out of his hand. I frown. "I thought you didn't drink..."
"When did I say that?" He rolls his eyes in annoyance then snatches the drink back, chugging the whole thing in front of me. "There no more drink for me. If you'll excuse, I'm going to find me a bimbo."
"No.."
No hesitation put into stopping him from walking away from me. Why? Because it hurts to think of him with someone else after somewhat confessing to me. I mean he just said he was jealous, that could mean something, right?
His eye land on mine, locking the gaze held.
We say nothing with our mouth but the hold within our gaze says a million words: 'I'm not good enough,' 'I don't want to hurt you,' 'Fuck, I think I have feelings,' 'Love would be insane, right?,' 'Could I possibly be the one for you?,' and so much more.
"Why are you avoiding me?"
"I am not avoiding you." He dares to lie to my face.
"No? For the past four years you were the most annoyingest person to be present in my life, and now all the sudden, you don't pop up anymore to annoy me with your flirting and sweet talking. Why? Why did you stop showing up?"
A ginger appears beside him and wraps her hands on his arm before he could say a word. He looks down at the girl with confusion.
"He's mine," she says, boldly.
"Okay, and?"
She frowns. "And you shouldn't be talking to him."
"He's a big boy, he can make his own decisions."
"He's mine."
"Girl, you said that already. What does that have to do with me?! He's my friend."
"Your friend?" He questions my words with a grin.
"Yes, my friend whom I hate."
"Sure, you do," he says with a chuckle.
At least he's laughing with me, or maybe it's at me.
He removes the girl's hands off him then steps forward to be closer to me. He looks down at me with those eyes filled all type of emotion unlike a few minutes ago which were filled with hatred and pure annoyance.
"Why the sudden switch?" I whisper.
He leans down to be leveled with me. "You called me your friend, it's the start of something, isn't it?"
"Whatever..." I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling at the thought of seeing him everyday again.
UGH SOMETHING's WRONG WITH ME!
"Wanna dance?" Mitch straightens up and offers me a hand. I take it with no hesistation. He leads the way to the dance floor where he places his hands on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm sorry for avoiding you. I thought it was best to be away from you after saying what I said."
"It's not like you said you were in love with you..." I laugh softly, glancing up at him as we sway in sync with the music. "Please don't do that again."
Mitch chuckles, leaning down to rest his face on my head. "Did you miss me?"
"As much as I hate to admit it, yes."
Admitting it out loud makes a difference, right?
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“Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses.”
— Socrates
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hi tumblr diary....
I been a good girl lately (if you think I'm lying, fight me with kisses and blows will be involved)
do I get a reward for my good behavior?
Love,
Summer
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