Don't care what your friends say [Mitchie]

[RYAN MITCHELL]

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It was weird to Ryan how much he'd changed since he was in Vegas. He'd liked a guy named Mitchie, but then was some how hypnotized into this triangle position with Oakley. Or was in that position, and Ryan had actually thought that he could run away and turn back into his old self. Push away those feelings that you could get for some other person. Though, the only thing he discovered was Paris was a good vacation place, of course, and that Oakley was a bitch and he'd regretted ever having feelings with her. Thing was about Oakley was, she was a bitch. Even if she "cared" for you. That was bullshit. Mitchie on the other hand could be cute, funny, always smart, sense of style, feisty when he needed or wanted to be, and besides the drugs that Ryan abused. Mitchie was still nice to him, and that was just a bonus to the rest of the good things Mitchie was all about.

Ryan walked down the path that led to Mitchie's dorm, hoping he would be there. Was it rude to just, come knocking at his door? Once again, hope not. Ryan after all had gotten the boy a couple of scarves from Paris. He was supposed to bring back one, but him having his crush made him get two. What a push over? He couldn't help it though. Looking down at the two of them, he began to wonder if Mitchie would like them. He did have a certain taste in clothes.

As Ryan approached Mitchie's dorm door, that is when he remembered about the yoga. Fuck.. he said in almost a whisper to himself slowing to a stop. Whatever, I don't need yoga stuff to talk to him about things...or to give him scarves. Nodding to himself Ryan then walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times. Your ass better be here, Mitchie. He said loud enough, and then when the door opened a smile lit up his face and a laugh escaped his lips softly. Oh..Yeah...Hi. Ryan eyes drug from Mitchie's to the two scarves in his hands and then extended his arm to him with them. Here ya go, and your welcome.

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[MITCHELL PRESSLEY]

"If I were a boy, I think I could understand," Sang Mitchie from the shower. Today's dance rehearsal for the upcoming recital he had had been extra strenuous on him. "How it feels to love a girl. I swear I'd be a better man." They'd practiced his routine about eight times non-stop, and he still didn't know how he hadn't collapsed after the fifth time. His Beyonce album stayed on repeat on the ihome that sat on his desk outside the bathroom. He'd had to forego listening to Sweet Dreams again because it'd get him thinking about his routine again. And for now, he wanted to be done with it.

Towel-drying his hair as he stepped into a pair of sweatpants he glanced up as a knock came at the door. Pulling a t-shirt over his head quickly he walked over to the door, stopping when he heard a familiar voice and folding his arms as a smile broke onto his face. Walking the rest of the way to the door, he opened it enough to peek out as if he didn't know who was there, and when his eyes met Ryan he grinned more broadly opening the door up wide. Mitchie stepped forward to pull his arms around the boy in a hug, realizing they hadn't seen each other since before Ryan's trip to France.

"I missed you." He said into the crook of the boy's neck, stepping back a moment later and seeing the scarves that Ryan held out to him. Mitchie let out a light squeal of delight taking them in his hands, eyes sparkling the way they always did when he got new scarves.

"Oh my gosh, thanks Ryan! Two, huh? You really do spoil me." He giggled, hugging Ryan quickly again in thanks, letting the boy inside the dorm, realizing for the first time how under-dressed he was. Wrinkling his nose, he ran a hand through his still damp hair, "I don't look the greatest." He sighed, "I was just in the shower is all." He explained, sitting down in the middle of his bed, legs crossed.

"So, how was your trip, huh?" Mitchie inquired curiously, before sitting up slightly as he remembered, "Are you here for some yoga?" He smirked, raising a brow lightly at the other boy.

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Seeing Mitchie’s face was like a breath of fresh air from everything, mostly Oakley. When Ryan went away to France it was to no doubt leave because of Miss. Goody-good, but to fully regain himself. Himself meaning the player who just fucked, partied hard, and did drugs all of his life not having a care in the world except for those few things and his younger sibling. Maybe he’d care about one more person in life if he ever had met them, but now he figured it was to late for him to involve himself in a child’s, his child’s, life so late. Who knew? They probably already had a man they called daddy…or whatever. Point was, Mitchie was different, even before Oakley, Ryan found himself being more fond of the boy and even now.

A bright smile played on his face when the other boy looked at him, and then chuckled lightly at how quick the boys arms were wrapped around him. Ryan’s arms folded around him tightly, but not to tight, not really paying attention to the drops of water that rubbed off from Mitchie‘s hair and onto his neck. I’ve missed you too. Stepping back his eyebrows raised and his smile stayed bright as he watched Mitchie jump around about the two scarves. Well..uh…glad I got the right ones for you. Ryan said as he strolled right into the room, of course he had no trouble with being comfortable since he’d been here a few times. Closing the door behind him, his eyes glanced around the organized and neat room anyways. Taking a deep breath in and exhaling I’m so glad you don’t have any Justin Bieber posters…

Closing the distance between them, Ryan stepped a few steps to the bed before laying back on it, his feet still on the floor from drooping over the edge. Giving a confused look, he looked up at the perfect faced boy and laughed. You look fine. The only thing I have a problem with is…why didn’t you call me to join you in the shower? I’m so very hurt. I guess I’m not good enough. Trying to hide the grin on his face he sniffled a few times to give off the impression that he was “hurt”.

Reaching over Ryan began fumbling with the bottom of the boys t-shirt absentmindedly then shaking his head and waving his other hand over his body. Do I look like I am here to do yoga? No. laughing he shrugged resting his forearm against the boys thigh and his hand around his bare side from underneath the shirt, his eyes flickering up to Mitchie’s Actually, I came here to talk to you….and not about my trip, but if you must know. Yes, it was great. Paris is great.

Sighing heavily Ryan braced himself for rejection or maybe something he never thought he’d want. An actual relationship. He’d try again and hopefully, the other person, Mitchie, would want him back. If not, then there would be no one else in question and he could go back to the way he was before. Closing his eyes and then opening his arms pushed him from the bed slowly for him to be sitting in front of Mitchie. Look, I really like you…and I’m not talking about just fucking…you’re better than that to me. I mean, no, you’re good at doing that…you know…fucking… Shaking his head smiling is head dropped to look down at his lap and mumbled Great…I’m rambling… Get yourself together. Nodding his head lifted up and looked at Mitchie again. No but really, you know where I’m going with this, and if you don’t want it…please just stop me right here.

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[MITCHELL PRESSLEY]

"Totally!" Mitchie beamed, holding onto the scarves gleefully, before scooting up some on his bed so Ryan so settle down next to him. Giggling lightly at the boy's comment about the lack of teen boy heart-throb poster's on Mitchie's walls, he rolled his eyes. "Oh yeahhh, I know how much of a surprise that is. What with how big of a belieber I am." He teased back, mussing his hair a little.

Turning a little red, as if bashful all of a sudden, at Ryan's questioning to why he hadn't been invited to join, Mitchie batted his lashes,

"All the Beyonce music must have impaired my thinking, Ryan. Oh, you have to let me make it up to you next time I'm showering. Or I could even just get extra clean and join you." He suggested smirkingly, sliding his hands up into Ryan's hair, messing with it absentmindedly. His head tilted to the side as looked down to the boy, wondering why his tone was so serious all of a sudden.

He almost felt as if he knew where Ryan was going to go, and as the boy rambled on (quite adorably), Mitchie could tell he'd been right. Eyes running over Ryan's face quietly for a moment he finally broke into a small smile, leaning down to the other boy, slipping his hand down from his hair to Ryan's neck and pulling him up to kiss softly. Shifting so he could lie facing Ryan he took the boy's hands in his and laced their fingers. "I like you too, Ryan. A lot. I really think we could be something good. And I haven't felt like that about a guy in a long time." He sighed back, biting into his lip a bit as his face went red again- this time because he was letting the vulnerable side of himself show, and he wasn't used to it at all.

[RYAN MITCHELL]

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Ryan's heart began to beat out of his chest as Mitchie stared down at him. This was the wrong thing to do. I'm making a fool of myself..J-Is he smiling? confusion consumed Ryan's face as he stared up at the boy, though the feeling of being paralyzed was a result of being frightened, still remained. His own face was the least of his worries even though it might have looked so very unattractive. Ryan’s worries banished as he leaned up to meet the other boys lips. A somewhat feeling of tranquility took over Ryan as he kissed Mitchie, so much that he couldn’t control the lazy smile that spread across his face ear to ear.

Taking their hands, Ryan lifted them to his lips, pressing soft kissing on Mitchie’s knuckles as he looked over at him, his smile still in place, it just seemed like it wouldn’t go away neither would the butterflies in Ryan’s stomach, but those would have to be pushed aside for a moment. Ryan Mitchell had things to say, sweet things that usual he’d keep secretive. Biting his bottom lip, Ryan turned onto his knees and laid himself between Mitchie’s legs, leaving their fingers still twined together as his thumb ran over the others and stared down at him with bright eyes. You make me really happy, you know. I mean…there I was thinking I loved Oakley, and that she would make me happy, but really she just hurt me and fucked me over. There it was, the feeling of awkwardness started to rise, maybe Mitchie liked the version of Ryan that didn’t have feelings and always acted like he didn’t care. Ryan continued on anyways. You though, have made me see differently, in a cheesy way. You really make me happy and treat me right, even though those Harrison rumors are going around…I still trust you to not hurt me.

Ryan cleared his throat as if he was trying to push away the chance of Mitchie not being satisfied with his speech and gave a smile pushing himself up to kiss the boys forehead, nose, then lips once again before placing a foolish smile upon his face, but clearly his train of thought was still on the rumor of the jock. So, tonight I want to take you out. Leaning up onto his knees now, his hands ran from the boys sides to his thighs and then back up under Mitchie’s shirt, Ryan’s voice turning seductive with a smirk. We can do anything you want… Sex talk was just the easiest way to try and put his mind off things, but so was just talking about something else in general.

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[MITCHELL PRESSLEY]

Mitchie's eyes stayed locked contently on Ryan's as the boy rattled off all of these confessions, things Mitchie never expected any guy to be comfortable telling him. Or maybe things he just never expected any guy to feel towards him. The long dry period of singleness had driven him to thoughts that he just wouldn't be what someone wanted. That he'd just be 'twinkle toes' in everyone's eyes forever. But the way Ryan spoke about him made those feelings melt almost completely away.

"I- ..." Mitchie trailed off for a moment, realizing he hadn't a really good response to these amazing things Ryan was saying to him, about him. Swallowing the lump of whatever- nerves maybe, complete contentment- he didn't know, he let his eyes settle back on Ryan's. He watched the boy above him waves of affection washing over him and causing him to pick at the fabric of Ryan's shirt, as if he could just crawl inside it with him and stay there forever.

"That's all I really wanted. To make you happy and treat you the way you deserve to be treated and not the way Oakley finds it convenient to treat you. I mean, out of all the guys I've been with, Ryan, you definitely deserve the most." He was saying honestly, remembering all of the shitty guys he'd gone after in the past, realizing now why Ryan was so different than all of them. "You're all the things that are right with the world. In a cheesy way." He said repeating Ryan's line because it was true. These feelings, the words coming out of Mitchie's mouth. It was all so cheesy. And frankly, Mitchie loved it. "And I can promise you that I would never hurt you, and I trust you not to either." He nodded, wanting to get the conversation about those stupid rumors and poor Harrison out of his head.

Leaning eagerly into the kisses Ryan pressed leading to his lips, he sat up toward him slightly, keeping himself on his elbows. Mitchie's eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment at Ryan's hands snaking there way under his shirt. His own hands slid around Ryan's back, fingertips at the waistband of the boy's jeans.

"How about dinner and a movie?" Mitchie suggested thoughtfully, "Nothing like a dark theater to cozy up in, hmmm?" He murmured lightly hands moving past the waistband of Ryan's jeans now, eyes hovering innocently on the other's.