NOTE: This is the sequel for my one shot entitled "Two Worlds Collide." I hope you like this one!

Chapter 1:

Alex's PoV

I lay on my bed, staring at my pink ceiling. The smell of an empty house waft through my nose as I shifted to my right playing with the lose thread of my blanket. My parents are out with their old friends, Justin was sleeping over Zeke's with all the other geeks and Max is in camp. I have the house for the night all by myself. It was perfect.

Well, mostly.

You see, it's been almost two weeks that I have started to realize that I can go through days without texting someone special to me. It's like I can exist so freely without having to text that person. In fact, I feel much happier whenever I'm with my other friends. It's like I'm getting sort of suffocated and tired of chasing, somewhere in between. I make up lame excuses to get out of having to talk all night or hanging at the mall or coming over the house. You know simple things that I would've willingly done to get out of chores. Surprisingly, I didn't take them as my escape opportunity. I started regarding them as problems or procrastinations. Yeah, right. I'm Alex, I'm supposed to be a lazy ass laid back girl of seventeen. I should be out trying to sneak out to parties or dating or whatever. But tonight, I'm comforted in the security and silence of my empty home.

Mitchie and I have been dating for a little past one and a half years now. She's that someone special to me. We've been best of friends since we were seven years old, since pig tails became a fad and since Barney over powered the minds of kids. I know practically everything about her and she does the same to me too. It's kinda different now that we've admitted our feelings for each other. I set rules for her, she set rules for me. Like no texting, IM-ing or calling anyone else but each other (because she tends to go crazy ass jealous like me), no drinking or limited drinking on events (which I still sometimes sneak to), and no flirting with other guys. The last part was hard – at least for me because I'm a bisexual. I like both genders. If I met an awesome hermaphrodite, I might've flirted with that. Just kidding.

I've been thinking a lot lately (Surpised? Yeah me too.) I hate this feeling right now. It feels so heavy. It feels like I'm in a middle of a crucial decision which would most likely affect my entire world. But it probably really would. I've been wanting to tell Mitchie that I'm starting to love her... less, unlike before when I made every effort just to be with her. I ditch some of my friends and decline their invites just to be with her. But now, I feel like it is okay if I didn't talk to her, if I didn't hold her hand or listen to her voice or treat her every day. It's like I've cured a disease I don't want to be cured. I don't like myself whenever I'm chasing her but she seems to not care and with that I have told myself all the time not to chase her. I'm chasing her in a sense that I want her to have her whole self occupied by me. I've gotten tired of that. I want to be free again – at least for now. I want that so-called space everyone wants when they get suffocated in a serious relationship. Then again, serious relationships aren't supposed to suffocate you with friggin' rules. Not only that, I feel like I've become desperate for her attention these past few months.

Ever since we got past a year going out, things started to let loose. She would always talk to other people; flirt with guys like I wasn't in the picture. It just changed – for me at least. Months before we even entered our first anniversary, I've even wanted to say I'll be hers forever, I've had fantasies of myself being a full grown guy and not bisexual, I've wanted to make the Prop 8 pass so I can legally marry her. But now... it all feels like... eh. You know? Like a bland feeling you want to get rid off but don't want to.

On the other hand, I don't like hurting Mitchie. Duh. What kind of girlfriend or boyfriend are you if you just want to hurt the person you love right? I mean yeah there are those up and downs every now and then but we always got through it. But now, this is different. If I tell her what I'm feeling right now, we'd probably be anything but together. C'mon I basically wanted a cool off so what partner would love that?

I sigh and lower the volume of the TV. Princess Protection Program was playing. The familiar ring back tone sent shockwaves of vibration through my ears. I mean it was practically a friggin' rock song.

"Heeaayyy!" My girlfriend answered in the usual 'hey' with that tone right there.

"Hey," I replied as I blow a big sigh.

"What's up baby?" Mitchie asked me. I fidgeted at the sound of her calling me 'baby.'

"Mitchie... I uhh... I need to talk..." I nervously bit my fingernails as I speak. "I need to talk to you..."

"Alex?... You're scaring me..." she replied, her voice tensed. My voice tensed too even though I haven't said anything yet. I just knew it.

Oh believe me I know. You're scaring me too Mitchie. Scared that you'd rip me apart.


And I'll stop there. If you want a next chapter, lotsa lovin'reviews will do it. If not, I'll leave you guys hanging since this is looks like a one shot. LOL but I seriously wanna write a next chapter so please RnR! Thanks!

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