So, this little thing was written yesterday. It was something that actually happened to me yesterday, and I couldn't not write it out. I just thought maybe I'd share it as a Mitchie/Alex.

Today while sitting in my TA period (U.S. History), minding my own business and doing work for another class, I hear, "They call her love, love, love, love, love. She is looooove, and she is allll I need!" sung loudly by none other than Alex Russo. She was a student in the class, and a fellow junior.

She often broke out in song when she seemed to be in her own state of mind, and I often found a grin creeping its way onto my face when she did so. Like every other time, I smirked as she sang with headphones in her ears. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. It was as though she cast a spell on me, disabling me from looking away.

She took a break after the chorus and her chocolate eyes met mine. She smiled at me and giggled, "Can you hear me?"

I smiled wider at the fact that she was talking to me, and then nodded my head.

"Oh," another giggle, "Do you know this song?" she asked from across the room. Her eyes lit up from my simple "Yeah." Probably one of the most endearing and adorable things I've seen. "Do you like it?"

"Yes, I do," I told her, holding more confidence than the answer of the first question. I can't remember exactly if she said, "Me too," and smiled, or just smiled, and returned to her work. It was then that I hoped I'd never forget that moment—she was too cute and had this air of innocence that followed her. I didn't want to forget that giggle or smirk, and I hoped she would never lose that air.

My question is: why was this girl so ridiculously cute? I definitely had a soft spot for her. That was undeniable.

She had her straight, black hair in a high, messy pony. She wore light makeup—mascara, maybe—and that was it. She was a natural beauty, she didn't need any at all, I'd say. She had on a gray cotton t-shirt with something written across it, I can't quite remember what it said exactly, I didn't want to appear to be staring while her friends were around (one of them scared me a little). She had on tight gray skinny jeans that undoubtedly did her legs justice. Her ears adorned faux diamond studs, which sort of added a classic look to her outfit. This was something she typically wore—something comfortable, but still cute—and nothing attracted me more to a girl than one who saw that dressing up for school wasn't completely necessary.

I remember she was in my biology class sophomore year—last year. I even thought she was cute then, but I just hadn't really come to terms with what that meant to me yet. We didn't talk, maybe occasionally she would say something and I would smile, or she'd ask something and I'd answer when none of her friends did. I remember fondly that she had (still has) a bubbly personality that also drew (still draws) me in; she seems like she would be really fun to hang around.

I wish I could get the chance to befriend her—even if she's not bisexual, or a lesbian—I would still want to be able to have some sort of tie to her. Speaking of, I wonder how she feels about the LGBT community and its members? I feel as though she would be a supporter. You know that feeling you get around someone when you just know that they're probably pretty open-minded and positive about things? That's what I feel about her. Like she wouldn't have any problems with me being... Well, me.

Any continuation of this is entirely up to you guys. If you think it's alright like this, I'll leave it; if you want more, I'll give you more. And yes, I do know that I have other stories to be updating, but for some reason, I really wanted to post this.. Anyway, thoughts? Concerns? I'd love to hear what you think:) Oh, and if you didn't know, the song is "She Is Love" by Parachute. Thanks for reading!