Hello there again, people.

If you're here, it means you're going to give me a try to entertain you for a few minutes and for that, thank you.

Now, this is something that has been in my head for around two years, and it probably is not going to be my best writing (growing up and learning, you know) but it doesn't get more sincere than this so here it goes.

This first chapter is a little short, but the rest will be longer. Italics are flashbacks, lyrics to songs sometimes and so.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot of this story. The credit of the characters' names and songs used to tell this story goes to whoever was smart enough to create them, hoping they're doing well in their lives tonight.

"I want to see you." She whispered, as she lied in her bed and letting me to see only a side of her face through my computer's screen, closing her tired eyes for a moment. "I really want to see you."

"You're seeing me right now, bright eyes." I answered softly, making her smile a little.

"You know what I meant." She opens her eyes and looks at me with her sad yet so beautiful brown eyes, breaking my heart with that simple act.

"Just 2 more months, love. You'll come over here and I'll be all yours for two weeks."

She sighed, clearly unpleased. "Then it'll be another two 2 months until spring break and then another two months until summer break. I don't think I'll be able to handle so much time without you."

"You have no idea of what I'd do to be next to you right now, Mitch, and maybe right now we can't, but later on we'll be able to be together every day. We just have to be patient, ok?" She closed her eyes again and did her best to nod her head while she was still lying in her bed. "Now go to sleep, beautiful, because you look really tired and you have to be up in 6 hours. " She giggled.

"And you in like 3 hours, yet you're not complaining."

"There's no reason to complain if staying up means talking to you, Mitchie." She gives me her sweetest smile. "Goodnight, bright eyes."

"Goodnight, Lex."

IIIIIIIIIIIIIII

"Alex!" I looked up from blank page of the notebook I had been starting while I was lost in my thoughts, and my eyes found my best friend Harper, standing right in front of me, her hands placed on her hips, as she looked at me with a worried expression in her face.

"Yes?"

"Juliet just called to invite us to watch the new Spiderman movie." I nodded my head in understanding. "Everyone is going. Do you want to go?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, sighing. "No, I don't think so." She raised an eyebrow, noticing the fatigue in my voice. "But you go, have fun; I heard it's a pretty good movie."

"Alright…" She whispered, sitting next to me and placing her hand in my knee. "Is everything okay, Lex? You seem kind of down lately." I nodded, again.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it; I probably will just catch a cold or something."

She sighed, not believing a word I said. "Alright then, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but I'm here if you need anything, okay?"

"Thank you, Harp." I said, giving her another weak smile.

As soon as Harper left, I stared once again at the white paper sheet of my notebook that had been sitting in my lap for the longest of times, in my attempt to find some inspiration out of the intense feelings I had, but everything just seemed wrong, senseless and unimportant to me at that moment, only being able to ask myself over and over again the exact same question that had been haunting me for two months now.

Why?

The worst thing of all is that nobody knew about it. I had kept it to myself, afraid of what people knowing it could have caused, and now the feeling was destroying my insides, leaving with nothing but the stupid sensation of never being good enough for anything or anyone.

"This is what you get for being so naïve, Alex Russo, so suck it up." I said to myself, as I closed the notebook giving up, willing to take a walk by the park because even my room was a place I couldn't be at the moment.

There existed just too many memories for me to handle.

It all had started a few months ago, when I was forced to attend my grandparents' anniversary party. My mom knew how much I hated family events –being questioned about every single aspect of your life is not exactly my idea of fun– yet made me go using as an excuse that 'their favorite grandchild couldn't be missing in such an important event'. During that party, as everyone was dancing and having fun, me, like the black sheep of the family that I am, decided to go upstairs and watch it all from the balcony of my grandparents' room, while I listened the music in my phone, counting every hour left for me to go back home. The balcony had a great view of the backyard, where the party was taking place, and from there I could tell that every single boy of the party, including my brothers, Justin and Max, had given all their attention to two girls, sitting in one corner apart from everybody, that I had never seen in my life but none of them seemed to have the guts to ask any of the girls to dance. Rolling my eyes at the boys' stupidity, I got back to my music and got lost into it, until someone came in and tapped my shoulder.

"What do you want?" I said, uninterested, turning around and looking back at the nervous wreck my cousin Brandon was in that moment.

"I need your help." He said, proceeding to explain the situation to me. No mattering how ridiculous the idea sounded, since nobody had the guts to talk to the girls, they wanted me to talk to them –I was the only girl in building aside from them who wasn't dancing or doing some girly stuff– and encourage them to dance with the boys. Knowing that they wouldn't leave me alone until I accepted, I decided to help them and went downstairs with Brandon, getting thumbs up from every boy involved into this as I walked towards the corner where the two mystery girls were sitting in. As the distance was shortened, I was shown why everyone was so interested in them, their beauty being absolutely impossible to ignore..

Nervous because of this recent new information, I looked at the floor as a simple "Girls, the guys want to dance with you" escaped my lips, causing them to giggle.

"Why can't they ask themselves?" One of them asked, with an interesting tone of voice that made me look up to her, finding myself mesmerized by the beauty of the girl with blonde straight hair and shinning blue eyes that had spoken up.

I shrugged. "They just sent the girl to ask."

"Alright, I'll dance with him." The blonde girl said, smirking, as she stood up, smiling to her friend and taking my cousin's hand –who didn't even thank me, by the way–, heading to the dance floor. I looked at them, watching how every guy was mad jealous of my cousin's luck, being only taken away from my thoughts by a soft giggle, followed by the sweetest and most melodic voice I had ever heard in my life.

"Tess always has to do this." I turned around and looked to the other girl. If the blonde girl was stunning, this girl was breathtakingly beautiful. She had this pretty brown wavy hair long to her shoulders, gorgeously defined face features and these lovely brown eyes that had something about them that made it so difficult for me to look away. She looked at me with a little smirk on her face and with her melodic voice said "Are you going to stand there, staring at me, forever?" I blushed furiously as I rapidly looked away; 'stupid, Alex, stupid' being constantly repeated in my head. "Come on, sit here, I don't want to be alone." I did as I was told and sat next to her, keeping her company.

As I suspected, her friend, Tess, spent the night dancing with every boy in the party, just like I spent the night with her friend, forgetting about everything I was worried earlier, lost in those beautiful brown eyes that resulted so distracting to me. Truth to be told, I don't recall much of what we talked or did that night, but what I do remember –and probably always will remember– is her laugh, her smile and her name, Michelle Torres, or Mitchie, as she told me to call her.

When the night ended, after getting the comments of my surprised parents about how glad they were I was finally a bit social, I realized that Mitchie wouldn't leave my mind and the thoughts of reality decided to hit in that moment: Having the religious family I had, the last thing I could ever think of doing was having a crush in another girl, so I decided to keep Mitchie out of my mind and forget about everything. I'm pretty sure it would have worked if she wouldn't have shown in my life again, a week later, when on a visit to my grandparents, I found her sitting in the dining table with my grandparents, a friend of my grandparents, a woman I didn't know and Tess. That day I learnt she was invited to my grandparents' anniversary because her grandmother was friends with mine and she, her best friend, Tess Tyler, and her mother, Connie Torres, where visiting her from California. My mom didn't lose the opportunity to talk about how I had spent all party talking to Mitchie and soon enough, I was obligated to hang out with Mitchie and Tess for the two weeks they'd be staying, duty that I gladly accepted. The three of us became close, but I always had a special connection with Mitchie that always kept her more interesting to me than Tess.

But the best thing happened around the end of July, one day that Tess decided to hang out with my cousin Brandon and I took Mitchie to my house.

We were in living room of my empty house. She was watching a random movie she had found by switching channels, lying in the couch and eating popcorn and I was sitting in the floor, my back against the couch, writing on my notebook.

"Lex, do you have a boyfriend?" She asked, out of the blue and making me look at her.

"Why are you asking?"

She shrugged. "I'm just curious."

"No, I don't have a boyfriend." I responded and she smiled. "Do you?"

"Nope." She simply responded. "What do you like the most about me, Lex?" She asked, a few moments later and making me raise an eyebrow.

"Are you even paying attention to the movie, Mitchie?" She threw popcorn at me.

"Answer the question."

Before I knew it, the words "your incredibly beautiful and mesmerizing deep brown eyes" found their way out of my mouth, causing to close my eyes in embarrassment of what I just had said and covering my red face with my notebook.

"You're so cute." She said, giggling, making me blush even harder. She focused on her movie again as I mentally slapped myself.

Later on, when the movie had finished, she went to my room and brought back my guitar with her, sitting on the floor with me as she handed me the guitar.

"Play something for me." She simply asked.

I strummed a few chords, looking down at the fret board. "Okay, but just so you know, I don't sing at all." I looked up at her. "So I might just play."

"Alright, sounds good to me."

I played for her 'Yellow' by Coldplay and I quietly sang along with the chords I was playing, as she looked me with such a cute look in her eyes that made me a miss a few chords.

"You're pretty good, Lex, I wouldn't be surprised if one day I see you on my TV" She commented as I finished and I rested the guitar on the couch. "It was beautiful."

"Thank you." I whispered, looking into her eyes and losing myself in them, staying like this, just starting at each other, for a moment. "Well then, you do have beautiful eyes." And that was all it took for her to lead in and kiss me. Surprised, I didn't even get time to react when she pulled away and freaked out.

"Oh my god I'm sorry I shouldn't have done it I really meant to it just happened I'm sorry!" She said so fast and without any space between words that I barely caught it.

I brought her to me and held her in my arms, in an attempt to calm her down. "Shh, Mitch, it's okay" She looked up. "It really is, I promise."

"How do you don't want me to kiss you when you're looking at me like that?" She whispered, more for herself than for me and kissed me again, this time letting her kiss be responded.

Knowing really well how wrong it was, how difficult it was going to be and how much I shouldn't, I asked her to be with me until she had to go back to California, telling myself a week wouldn't hurt anyone, keeping it as a secret that only Tess knew about and that was worth all the hiding we had to do every day of that week. Long story short, I tried so hard to not get too attached to Mitchie and failed so miserably that by the time they had to go back to California, I couldn't just let her go and end whatever we had like that. I wanted and needed to try as much as I could to keep it, so without thinking, letting my heart take over me, I just asked her to keep our relationship, promising that via Skype, letters, emails, phone calls and texting, we could make it through until winter break, when she would be coming back to New York.

Oh, long distance relationships, the hardest of all type of relationships.

I took my phone out of my pocket once I settled down on the grass of the park I had ended up, placing the ear buds on its place and pressing play on the screen, trying to lose myself in the music, which had been my only friend during all this time.

"What happened to forever?, I'll try to make things better, If you would be my only one…" sang Tom Higgenson in my ear, making me sigh at how true his words were.

I'd do anything to make things better, if it was in my hands.

Right in this moment, I didn't know anything. What I wanted or expected was blurry to me, just as well as the rest of the world. Just me and my feelings, drowning in loneliness because there was not a single person in this town, in my circle of friends nor family that wouldn't judge me. No, that was Mitchie's job, to listen to everything I had inside, caring about every word I had to say. It really was surprising how fast she got this deep into my heart. Soon after we met, I trusted her more than anyone I had ever trusted, telling her things that I wouldn't have told anybody else, letting her get inside the mess my mind is. She just was my best friend before anything else and without her here; this was starting to be hell.

"…For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder…" Paul McCartney's words came out of my phone, making my mind wander to simpler times, when my childhood best friend, Nate Gray, was learning to play this song on the piano, cursing each time he'll make a mistake and starting all over again, as I watched him, giggling, eating a snack his mother would make for us, left in the counter of the music shop his family owned that I was sitting in.

Nate Gray.

"Oh my god" I whispered, standing up as fast I could, pressing 'repeat one' on my phone and putting it back in my pocket.

How could I not think about him sooner? Even though we weren't as close as we used to be when we were younger, my baseball pal and musical partner was the best option I could ever think of. He had been there for me when the biggest trouble of it all was an incorrectly played song, what could be so different from that to an incorrectly written story?

Losing no more time, I decided to give it a shot and walk all the way to the Gray's Music Shop, hoping to find him there, telling myself that if I was really going to tell him this, I needed to be sincere about everything and by everything, I meant since the very first time I heard her voice to the last time, when everything went downhill and made out of me the mess I am right now.

And truth to be told, I don't think there has been a time I had been more nervous in my life.

Well, there goes the first chapter. Good? Bad? Should I quit writing and better go play music on a subway? Let me know in a review.

Thank you for your time.