We just lay there by eachother for the rest of the movie. It's so nice and cosy and it feels like he really like being around me. I really like being around him too and I hope that this could lead to something serious, but I don't really know if he is going to like me when he get to know me better. I've got some pretty fucked up feelings and thoughts sometimes. I can get a bit weird and a lot of people have hard time handeling that, but I hope he is up for giving it a shot.
The movie ends and the time is 4:32 PM and it's probably time to start cooking. “I have to get up and start cooking,” I smile to Mitch as I start getting up from the comfortable position next to him. “I'll go with you then biggums,” he answers as he gets up with me. We stand in his bedroom, just looking at eachother for a bit. I lean in and peck his lips before putting my hand in his and walking towards the door.
I'm gonna cook the guys a traditional dish from back at home. It's pretty boring, but maybe that's because I have grown up with it. I get a big piece of pork out of the fridge. It's the kind that is from the back of the pig, with the skin on and everything. I get a big knife and start to cut long lines through the skin. Mitch is just looking at me while I do it. He looks like someone who needs to get his hands dirty. “Hey hun, can you start working on the potatoes?” I ask him and he finds 2 kilos of potatoes in the fridge. “You just need to scrub the dirt of them.” I tell him and I look at him as his hands work on the vegetables. They are slim and it looks like he knows how to work them, if you know what I mean. Okay concentrate on the meat sweety, not what Mitch would be able to with those hands. I return to the flæskesteg, which this dish is called. I put it in the oven and start walking over to Mitch. When I get to him I put my arms aound his waist and lean up on my toes to peck his cheek. He laugh and puts down the potato, he was holding in his hand. His hands is still wet, but he use them to turn my and drags me closer by putting them on my hips. I look up at him and he down at me. Our lips slowly connect and as he begins to quicken the pace I drag my hands up his sides and start driving them through his dark hair. Sparks is flying through my entire body, originating from my lips. My body is pressed agianst his and I can feel his hard beating. He seems to forget that the guys are around the house and could interrupt us every second. He doesn't seem to care, because he moves me agianst the kitchen counter and lifts me up sitting on it. All of a sudden there's a voice saying: “I see how it is. Maybe it was a good idea for me to hit you, so you left.” I broke away from Mitch the minute I heard his voice. I looked around for the source of his voice, but no one were there. The voice of my ex-boyfriend, Corey, kept going; “ I don't want to be associated with some kind of ugly, fat gamer! I see that you now you have found someone just as useless as yourself.” I cover my ears with my hands, tears starting to form in my eyes. Mitch is just standing there, looking at me, his face is filled with shock. When he notice me looking at him he quickly embrace me and starts stroking my hair and whispering that it is going to be okay. My tears is making his t-shirt wet, but he keeps on holding me tight, comforting me.