#mrmitch

You had decided to stop by Mitch’s house to visit. It was a complete surprise to Mitch, and a good one at that. It had been so long since the two of you hung out together, so the event was long overdue.

Before either of you expected or wanted it, your stay was nearly over. Mitch’s parents were out for the night, Ella was asleep in her room, Molly was resting on the couch in the living room, and you and Mitch were sharing a lounging chair out by the pool and gazing at the stars.

“Do you have to go? I mean, university is overrated anyways,” he complained, adjusting his arms so that each of them was draped over you. “Unfortunately, yes. I value my education. Besides, medical training isn’t exactly cheap,” you sighed, lacing your fingers together. He let out a shaky sigh and held you tighter.

“Just a couple more months, I promise. After that we can do this as often as you’d like,” you smiled up at him. A small, gentle kiss on his cheek caused him to smile a bit. The ever familiar sparkle in his eyes when you did so shining through his glasses. “Then we are doing this every single minute of every single day,” he grinned.

He brushed a small strand of hair from your face and leaned down to kiss you… but you were stopped short by the sound of shattering glass coming from inside the house. The first and only thought that came to both of your minds sent you into a panic: Ella.

The pair of you jumped up, knocking the lounging chair to the ground and running inside the house to find out what the source of the noise was, and where the most likely terrified seven year old happened to be.

You found her first, upstairs surrounded in broken glass, a large puddle of water, and… flowers? She was crying, a small cut on her leg no doubt from the broken glass. You did your best to avoid the glass scattered on the floor as you picked her up and placed her on the couch after alerting Mitch that she was safe.

“Sweetie, what happened?” you asked tenderly, drying her tears and the water on her legs. Mitch went to find bandages and a broom to sweep up the glass. “I was gonna bring you those because you’re leaving, but my hands were slippery so I dropped it…” she explained between sniffles. You smiled, wiping more tears from her eyes.

Mitch returned with the broom and bandages, handing the medical supplies to you and proceeding to clean up the glass shards. “Well, it’s a good thing Dr. [Y/L/N] is here,” you said, cleaning the small wound on her leg and pressing a bandage to it. She smiled a bit, her hands on your shoulders for comfort. They soon moved around your neck for a hug, you returning the gesture instantly.

“Thanks for the flowers,” you whispered. She pulled away and looked to Mitch, who was now standing behind you. “Can I be the flower girl at your wedding?” she asked, a serious yet curious tone in her voice. You and Mitch looked at each other, breaking out into small fits of laughter.

“Okay, so nine fourths would translate into…” you explained, trailing off at the end to leave space for an answer. Ella, the young girl you were tutoring, gave it a mere second of thought before delivering an unsure response. “Two and one fourth?” she asked, a bit hesitantly. “Yea, that’s it! You got it! Good job!” you praised. She high fived you and wrote the answer down on her homework page.

After fifteen more minutes of math problems you had finished all of Ella’s homework. As she was putting all of her papers back into her backpack, her mother emerged from her own room and walked into the kitchen. “Thank you so much for helping her, [Y/N]. It really means a lot to all of us,” she smiled. You offered a warm smile in return,

“No problem. Ella’s an absolute blast to hang out with. We have fun, don’t we?” you asked, addressing the seven-year-old. She again smiled and gave you a high five. “Well, I’d better get going. My ride gets here… ten minutes ago…” you frowned, looking down at the watch on your wrist. The bus you were scheduled to take home came and went mere minutes ago, and you no longer had a mode of transportation to get you back.

“Oh, did you miss your bus?Um… here, I’ll get my son to take you home. Mitch!” she called into the back room of the house. A tired face popped out from the door, and the owner’s groggy voice answered.

“Yea mom?” Mitch ruffed up his hair as he spoke. “Could you do just a small favor? [Y/N] missed the bus and needs a ride home,” his mom explained, recieving an understanding nod from Mitch. “Yea, sure. Just let me get my glasses,” he said, ducking back into his room. You grabbed your backpack off the table and walked yourself out the front door after putting on your shoes. Mitch came outside a minute later, his glasses on and keys in hand. “Ready to go?” he asked eagerly. You smiled. “As I’ll ever be,” you chuckled.

He ran over to the passenger side of his truck and opened the door, gesturing inside the car, earning an eye roll from you. “Cheeky,” you commented with a grin as you got into the car. He shut your door and got into his own seat, starting the truck and pulling out of the driveway.

It was a half hour drive, and every moment of it was pleasant. You had met Mitch briefly before, but you had not spent this much time with him. You knew he was fairly attractive and, from what Ella had told you, he was a YouTuber. What you weren’t aware of was how funny and charming he was. He had quite the positive attitude. You were laughing so hard that you didn’t even realize the truck had been parked in your apartment complex parking lot for fifteen minutes.

“Oh, god. We’re here. Um, I should get going. I have an exam tomorrow morning. Thanks for the ride,” you stammered, fumbling for the handle and opening the door. You had just slung you backpack over your shoulder when Mitch stepped out of the truck and walked over to the passenger side.

“[Y/N], um… I was wondering… Well, you only come around once a week for Ella, but I’d love to see you more often. Maybe we could catch a movie sometime this week? Say, this Friday?” he offered. Even in the dim lighting of the street lamps, you could easily see the redness forming on his cheeks.

“I heard Suicide Squad is supposed to be really good. We could catch it at the drive-in down the street. There’s a showing at 8. Now, I know I’m just a tutor, but I’m pretty good at math. Me plus you plus Suicide Squad drive-in is gonna equal a fantastic Friday night,” you smirked, biting your lip a bit. He grinned at your cheesy comment, pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll bring the pillows and blankets. Oh, I’m actually gonna need your number. For correspondence reasons, of course,” Mitch smirked. You rolled your eyes. “Of course,” you chuckled. You shuffled through your bag to find a sharpie and wrote your cell number on his forearm.