A/N: I wrote this story over at LJ and then decided to add it over here. When I first wrote it, I wrote it as a Demi/Selena story instead of Mitchie/Alex but that's not allowed over here so I changed the names. It'd probably be considered an AU story only because I didn't change the circumstances around their lives. Basically, any time you see Mitchie think Demi, Alex think Selena, and Harper think Jennifer. Lovely! Now, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the song.

-x-

"Alex!" I heard Harper yell from the front hotel room.

"What, Harper? I'm kinda in the middle of something!" I shouted back as I stared intently at the computer screen, trying to beat my latest time on minesweeper.

"Um, I was just thinking that you might want to come watch this." Harper called back to me.

I sighed when I clicked on the wrong square and heard the exploding noise that told me I just lost. "Sorry" I mumbled to the little smiley face at the top of the screen that I had just blown up. I closed my laptop and left it on the coffee table as I got up off of the hotel floor, walked over, close the screen door I had opened so that I could listen to the ocean waves crash against the shore and walked into the front room. "What's up?" I asked the girl whom I was presently vacationing with.

"Just hold on a second. It's about to come back on." Harper told me after I sat down next to her on the couch and turned my attention toward the TV.

We sat in silence watching a GEICO commercial that was on mute.

The show that Harper had been watching came back on and she hurried to turn the volume up for me to hear.

"Welcome back! We saved the best juicy gossip for you for last, tonight. Earlier tonight, Mitchie Torres, a largely popular Camp Rock star, wrapped up her 2009 summer tour with a bang. The rising star ended her concert with a short speech and gifted all her fans with a new, never before heard, song. Little Miss Torres sure knows how to stir up Hollywood. We were able to get our hands on a copy of the video taken during her speech and heartfelt song. What you're about to see is a possible confession of a secret love that Torres has been hiding from us all.

I laughed at the TV, receiving a startled look from Harper in return. "Mitchie doesn't have a secret love." I explained to my friend. "If she did, she would have told me."

My attention zoomed back to the TV screen as the so-called 'love confession' of my best friend started to play.

"I just want to say a huge thank you to all of my fans!" I heard the familiar, slightly distorted, due to the microphone, voice of Mitchie say to the crowd. She sounded out of breath and excited but, having known Mitchie for years, the finely tuned Mitchie voice analysis software in my head told me that she was also nervous about something. "Without you, I would never have made it so far. You guys are amazing and I love you all. As most of you know, this is the last concert of my summer tour." She looked tired and sweaty as she walked across the stage to the baby grand piano that was sitting off to the side; her fingers trailing along the side of the black wood as she went.

"Do you want to hear one more song before this tour is officially over?" her question was answered by thousands of voices screaming their approval.

"Alright, I'll take that as a yes." Mitchie said with a laugh at her enthusiastic fans. "You guys are so amazing that I want to sing you a song that I just recently wrote that hasn't been released yet." She sat down on the piano bench and traced the keys slowly. "It's for someone that I have loved for years in every context of the word and miss more than anyone in the entire world. You know who you are." Notes started to ring out to create the most haunting lullaby that has ever graced my ears. "I'm just so tired of keeping it inside. I hope you all will understand."

A different melody started to form, though the gloomy atmosphere was left hanging in the air, setting the mood.

"Why can't you just hold me

Like you used to do

Forget about if they'll see

For just a second forget about fame

Go back to the days

That your smile was true

When we'd laugh 'til we ache

When we'd watch the sun rise"

I could hear the pain in my best friend's voice that she must have gone through while she wrote those lyrics. My heart went out to her, the music she was playing on the piano made me want to cry.

"Everything's changing all around me

Yet I'll still stay the same

I'll be consistent

So that you know

I'll never go away

Be there for you when you fall down

To wipe away the tears

Like you did for me

In all the now past years

You call me when your heart breaks

Over a guy you say's the one

We stay on the phone for hours

I wish I could kiss away your pain

I tell you it'll go away

That it will just take time

I would know, I'm the expert on heartbreak

It's you that's causing mine

Everything's changing all around me

Yet I'll still stay the same

I'll be consistent

So that you know

I'll never go away

Be there for you when you fall down

To wipe away the tears

Like you did for me

In all the now past years

I wake up each day

Only to wish I could still sleep

In my dreams you're always there

Your arms open wide for me"

Tears were pooling in my eyes, only wanting to leak out more when I saw tears slipping down Mitchie's cheeks. Her voice somehow wasn't affected by her crying; I figured all of the emotions that were already being put into her song meant that there were none left over to take part in her crying.

"Everything's changing all around me

Yet I'll still stay the same

I'll be consistent

So that you know

I'll never go away

Be there for you when you fall down

To wipe away the tears

Like you did for me

In all the now past years

My ears still ringing

The crowd cheers my name

If I could have you back

In a blink, I'd give up fame

If we could be together

Which I know we never can

I'd give up anything you want

Just come back and take my hand"

Her song finished, leaving tears streaming down both her face and mine, alike. The fans were no longer screaming energetically, the room left impossibly silent considering all the people jammed inside it.

Harper turned the TV off but I continued to stare blankly at the black screen.

I felt numb. I could feel tears continue to slide down my cheeks but I didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing other than Mitchie and the song that was presently haunting my mind.

I didn't notice Harper stand up and leave me to my thoughts. I didn't take notice of the phone vibrating in my pocket. Just Mitchie; the image of her pouring her heart out in front of all those screaming fans and not worrying about them seeing her weak for once, vulnerable, was burnt permanently into my brain. I felt empty.

I realized I was hyperventilating when my head started to feel light and the room started to spin. I had never truly believed people who said that your heart could actually hurt, physically hurt… not until now. I guess it's one of those things that you can never really relate to until you've felt your heart throb and break apart into a million microscopic pieces.

I didn't know what to do and had an even lesser idea of what I should be feeling. All I could feel was numbness spreading out to every fiber of my being, slowly consuming my soul.

I suddenly took a deep breath that snapped me back to reality. Several shaky breaths followed as I tried to regain control.

"Harper" I cried out in a week voice.

"Yeah?" I heard her say uncertainly.

"I'm going for a walk. Don't wait up." I told her and grabbed a jacket that was spread across the back of a chair. I grabbed a room key that was sitting on the table and checked to make sure I had my cell.

"Be careful." Harper told me as I passed her on the way out, just before I shut the door and heard the lock click into place.

I hurried down the hall and pressed the 'down' arrow to call the elevator up to my floor. I stood still for about two seconds before I impatiently started to pound the elevator button repeatedly. I was shaking and trying to hold myself together but every second that passed made it harder to keep the tears in.

The elevator finally arrived at my floor and opened with a musical 'ding'. I hurried through the open doors and jammed the ground level button. Tears threatened to spill when my thoughts traveled back to the long days after Mitchie and I got off the set from shooting our movie and climbing the stairs with Mitchie because she was afraid of elevators.

I took another shaky breath to try to calm my raging emotions.

Another 'ding' rang in my ears and the doors to the elevator opened.

I ran out and hooked a left to walk along a paved path that would lead me straight to the sandy beach. I could hear the waves crashing in on itself and I knew that in just a matter of seconds, that same wave would be dragged back in and expected to repeat the endless process, again and again, for the rest of time.

My bare feet hit the sand at a run. I raced toward the water whose symphony was playing just for me, to comfort my heart and drown out all other music that was being played over and over in my head.

I felt the softer sand slide between my toes and the painful shell and sand mix fall farther behind. I couldn't defy the gravity that pulled my body down any longer; I collapsed in on myself just like the waves that stopped just a few feet away from me. I let my tears fall and sobs rack my whole body. I didn't resist any more, I just let it take me, pushing and pulling like the ocean would do.

I don't know how long I stayed out on the pitch black beach. All I know is that it was long enough for me to cry myself to the point that my head was literally throbbing.

I didn't want this. I didn't want my best friend to be in love with me, for that really was what her speech and song confessed; her love for me that she had been bottling up for years on end and now had finally become too tired to hold it in any longer.

I didn't love her back, not that way at least. I had never even thought about her that way. I had no idea that she had ever felt that way about me.

It wasn't fair. Life had just started to put itself together the way we had planned. Her career was taking off faster than either of us had imagined, my show was going great, the Wizards movie was about to release, and my new album about to come out.

"Mitchie…" I whimpered as I wrapped my arms around myself, holding my sides so that maybe I could stay in one piece a little longer. I closed my eyes and tried to recall her voice singing out those last lines of the love song written just for me.

'If we could be together

Which I know we never can

I'd give up anything you want

Just come back and take my hand'

I wanted to hold her and comfort her and be the glue that I knew held her world together when I heard the heartbreak echoing through her song. I want her to be here to hold me together right now and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that her song described exactly what I've been feeling, I just haven't been able to put my finger on it until now.
Maybe what I've always felt for my best friend wasn't so best friend-y after all, I mused to myself.

I lay curled up in a ball for hours until the sun started to peek over the horizon, throwing everything into a warm orange-ish glow.

I picked myself up off of the sand and tracked slowly back to the hotel. I didn't attack the elevator buttons like I had the night before in my impatience to get to the ocean shore to cry out my heartache for the world to witness. Instead I gently tapped the button once and closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall tiredly as I waited for the elevator doors to open. One more annoying 'ding' later and I was on my way up to my hotel room.

Harper was still asleep when I opened the door as quietly as possible and creeped into our joint hotel room. She looked peaceful, so I tried to sneak into the other room without disturbing her.

The room was exactly as I had left it; my plate with bread crumbs sprinkled over it was even still sitting on the coffee table where I had forgotten to put it in the trashcan in my haste to come find out what Harper wanted me to see.

I sighed and plopped exhaustedly onto the nearby couch, pulling out my cell phone to find I had missed a call from someone, sometime last night. I dialed my voicemail and listened to the message that was left for me.

"I'm sorry if you're upset with me. I understand if you're mad or hurt or never want to see me again. I just couldn't keep it in any longer." Mitchie's voice through the phone was breaking every other word and I could tell she was crying just as hard as I had been last night. "I love you, Alex. I always have and always will. I love you to death and forever after. Nothing will ever, or could ever, change that."

Just like the ocean waves… pushing and pulling, an endless cycle that had no start and had no end, just an endless middle that went on for all of time.