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This is important || Edell

"Yes, get in here. I will coach you on what to say to my parents to make them not ask you how fertile you are," he spoke with an easy tone as he pulled his girlfriend into his apartment. Setting her down onto the couch, Mitchell pulled her gently into his lap and smiled as he kissed up and down her neck and wrapped his arms firmly around her slight figure. "Can we just not go and just nuzzle on the couch and make out and say I love you a thousand and one times?" he pleaded as the tip of his nose found her earlobe. If anyone from school saw him now, there would be many choice words about how he was acting. He had become a softie, an extreme softie. He wasn’t even pressuring Eden to do anything with him because frankly, he didn’t want that, probably couldn’t handle that to be honest. He was perfectly fine with what they were doing and how slow they were going. He loved it.

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"It's okay, I'm good with parents," she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her forehead against his own. This was what people were talking about. This was that feeling that girls at Tisch were always rambling on and on about, the thing that love songs tried to get at but obviously failed. Eden kissed him softly, trailing her kisses across his jawbone. "We can't blow off your parents. However, I would not oppose you coming over to my apartment afterwards and we can be ridiculous and sickly sweet and I can just tell you I love you a million times," she said with a smile and raised eyebrows. "It'll be fun, c'mon. I'll charm your parents to death."

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This is important || Edell

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Mitchell couldn’t believe what he said. It was just so natural, felt like the right time, all that bullshit that people usually said after saying I love you to someone, but Mitchell had never been in love. He had never even thought about having those emotions, but here he was being kissed by the love of his life, his best friend, the only girl to ever make him want to change. Just as quickly as she had said it, Mitch kissed her yet again, this time smiling into her mouth before quickly leaving the words to trace across her cheeks and jaw and neck. Pulling away completely and bringing Eden to his chest for a hug, Mitch kissed the top of her head. “I have never been so happy, Eden Whitt.”

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Eden wrapped her arms around Mitchell, the overwhelming need she had to be in his presence finally subsiding now that she was in his arms. She'd never felt like she needed someone before, had never understood how someone could be that important in your life that you could actually crave their presence. But now she understood. It was a part of this whole love thing, this thing she'd never experienced before. "Me either, Mitchell Abrams," Eden admitted, tiptoeing up to kiss him quickly again. There was nothing better than this, nothing could beat the feeling of being able to tell the person you love that you love them and having them feel the same way. It was like everything had fallen perfectly into place. "Now," she said, looking up at him and trying to contain her ridiculously huge smile. "Are you going to make me stand here with you in the doorway until I leave? Because while I wouldn't argue with that, we might freak out your neighbors," she laughed, shaking her head. "Plus, there's always people watching out here. Creepy photographers trying to snap the next picture of heartthrob Mitch Abrams."

This is important || Edell

Walking the few blocks to Mitchell's apartment, Eden couldn't stop herself from reading and rereading that text message over and over. Did he mean it when he said he loved her? Were they at that point? She had known she loved him for awhile, but after her history with relationships falling apart faster than she thought possible she had kept it to herself until she was sure, like, more than sure. And here was Mitchell Abrams, beating her to the punch and putting it all out there. Before she knew it, she looked up to see his door. Keep it together, keep it cool, she reminded herself, taking in a deep breath before knocking on his door. The second it swung open and her eyes landed on Mitchell she felt a flood of emotions rush to the surface all at once, prompting her to respond the only way she could think to- kissing him like it was more necessary than air in her lungs. "Hi, I love you," she said softly after pulling her lips away from his.

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Text: Babygirl

Mitch: I...yes.

Babygirl: I know it's sort of late but I'll be there in like five minutes okay? Okay.

#text #im starting a gif chat you dont get a say in this

Text: Babygirl

Mitch: ARE YOU A CULT.

Mitch: And they love you and I do too.

Babygirl: Yes. Ginger runs in our veins.

Babygirl: Did you just?

Babygirl: Are you busy right now? Can I call you or come see you?

#text #shes nervous and sorta freaking out a lil

Text: Babygirl

Mitch: I may have just peed a little. I forgot there were that many. I don't have to join their basketball team do I?

Mitch: ...no...wait...fine. Spongebob Squarepants???

Babygirl: I know, it's a lot. But they'll like you. I'm gonna warn you, they'll probably end up making fun of you for not having red hair. You'll... stand out a little.

Babygirl: Okay. Spongebob Squarepants is the code word. Not that I'm going to need one. I love your parents.

#text

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@gardenofeden: Wouldn't have it any other way. Ladies and gentleman, this is what one of "America's Hottest Young Actors", @mitchabrams looks like when he's busy being a weirdo. ♥︎

#doofuses #insta

@mitchabrams I've come to accept this and oddly enough even encourage it. Not that it needs encouraging. #supportivegirlfriend

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Sometimes I think @mitchabrams & @aidensummers might be secretly in love, and then I realize that it's not even secret.

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Text: Babygirl

Mitch: I need to meet these people.

Mitch: I want to meet everyone in Indiana. Make it happen, Red.

Mitch: Fine. How about the safe word is "rhubarb". Will you ever use that in conversation?

Babygirl: They're dying to meet you.

Babygirl: I can make that happen, but I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into with that. You do remember that I have four older brothers, right?

Babygirl: Rhubarb pie. Will rhubarb pie come up in conversation tonight, Mr. Abrams?

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Text: Babygirl

Mitch: All of Indiana? Damn. Perez Hilton can't even move that fast.

Mitch: About dinner, you can come over as early as 6. I'll be cleaning all day and also preparing dinner and also if you ever want to leave just say "CHICKEN WING" okay?

Babygirl: You haven't met Noah. And you also overestimate the population of Indiana. And how excited people get over celebrity gossip, not to mention LOCAL celebrity gossip.

Babygirl: Wait but what if I accidentally say chicken wing in casual conversation or something?? I can almost guarantee that I will not want to leave at any point.

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Text: Babygirl

Mitch: So...I thought you should know that I told my parents we are together. I know with the movie and school starting soon that we haven't exactly had time to talk about telling people, but I don't know. I told them last night at dinner and they kind of insisted that you are coming over tonight for dinner and that you are staying here and we're going to have a game night. I apologize...

Babygirl: Mitchell Abrams, I will enthusiastically join you for dinner and game night. No apology necessary, it'll be fantastic. (: Also I should warn you that I told Noah we were together and he's probably informed all of Indiana by now, so there's that...

#text