Alex's POV

Have you ever been in love? Have you ever experienced that pang in your chest whenever get to see them, whether it's while you're hanging out or when you sneak a glace in the halls? Have you ever been unable to control the way you smile at everything they say? Have you ever had the impulse to speak about them to anyone and everyone you come in contact with? Have you ever delayed doing something important simply because you didn't want to have to say goodbye to them? Have you ever had that moment of realization where you suddenly know that you would do anything to make that person happy?

Have you ever been forced to watch the person you love devote all of their time to someone else? Watched them fall in love with someone while they don't even know you exist? Yeah? Well you have it easy. The person I'm in love with happens to be my best friend. At least when the person you're pining for doesn't know you exist, you don't have to listen to every intimate detail about their love life and then give them advice about how to better it. If I have to have one more conversation about condom brands, I think I'm going to snap.

Let me backtrack. The girl I love is Mitchie Torres. Mitchie Torres, how do I even begin to describe the perfection that is Mitchie Torres? She has this big, toothy smile that makes my heart fall out of my butt. She likes to coat on tons of black eyeliner and mascara, but I personally think she looks the best during our sleepovers when her face is completely naked. And then there's her hair, which she changes every few months yet still seems to be perfect. Not to mention her body, which is to die for. He curves are just the right size, which is probably why guys are always after her. She has this obnoxiously loud laugh, but no one minds because she's just that adorable. Everything about her screams perfect, so much that I sometimes wonder why she hangs out with me.

We met the summer after my first year of high school at a music camp. She was on TV for a performance competition between camps, which was what ultimately what lead me to the camp in the first place. I think that I fell in love with her the first night I saw her performing on that stage. Anyway, the next summer I enrolled in Camp Rock and became very close to Mitchie. We actually had a lot in common. Besides the obvious aspect of music, our parents were both into cooking. Mine own a sandwich shop and her mother's in the catering business. We also both lived in New York. Mitchie ended up transferring to my school the next school year and we've been inseparable ever since, just not the way I wanted us to be. We're now seniors in high school and I'm trying to muster up the courage to tell Mitchie how I feel before it's time to go off to college.

I'm not exactly all that observant during any off my classes, so it wasn't a surprise when one Friday during my last class of the day a paper ball hit me on the side of my face. I looked around to see who the culprit was, already knowing that I would see my best friend's smirk across the room. My hands smoothed out the crumpled paper to read her sloppy handwriting: Come to my house after school? I'm lonely. Typical Mitchie. Ever since her boy friend Shane Gray went on his world tour months ago, she's been constantly complaining about how lonely she is. She should have known better than to date a world famous superstar, but I guess that doesn't change the fact that she's head over heels in love with him.

I rolled my eyes at her and mouthed, "Do you even have to ask?" Of course I would spend time with her whenever I had the chance. As if on cue, the bell rang and my fellow classmates ran out of the room while Mr. Wood tried to list on the assignments we were required to do this weekend. He never was good with keeping track of time.

Mitchie's POV

Alex has been my best friend for two years now, which is why I had no doubt in my mind that she was not paying one ounce of attention to today's lesson. She never was one to do good in school but man could she fake it. Her eyes never left the front of the classroom, but instead of paying attention too Morning Wood's lecture like many may have thought she was actually trying to make out the slew of curse words written in the lower right-hand corner of the chalk board. Her brows furrowed like they always do when she thinks, but I knew her mind had to be far from today's topic of speed and acceleration.

I scribbled a short message into a piece of paper and sent the ball soaring through the air right towards Alex's temple. A small snort escaped my lips when I saw the confused expression on her face as the paper ball made contact. I quickly turned back to my work but I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my head.

Suddenly I was the one staring off into space, and I didn't even realize the end of the day bell had rung until Alex was standing next to me. "So, are we going or do you plan on sitting here until Monday?"

She always had something snarky to say about everything, which I usually just rolled my eyes to. Before I even had the chance to shove my books into my bag, I was being dragged out of the classroom and down the hall. "Don't you even think about going to your locker. I'm not trying to waste another ten minutes so you can stare at textbooks, it's not like you even do your homework anyway. Are you driving us to your house or are you too stoned?" Typical Alex.

Please review! I kinda had this stuck in my head for a while and I don't really know where I'm going with it, so suggestions are welcome. :)