Hiya, I'm back with a new story, which I can promise, just about, that I will finish. I'm really excited about this story, I have so much inspiration for it, it's unreal. I'm not writing this alone though, my friend Jessica is helping out. We actually decided on the storyline together, and write it in sections together, and yeah basically...It was originally posted on JBFF, but I decided, well more like persuaded by Jay to post it on FF, so here it is. Chapter 2 is already written, and chapter 3 is in progress. I apologise for any wrong names and such. I haven't got much else to say, other than that. I hope y'all like all.
Enjoy. :)
She sat at the table staring at the empty seat and now cold dinner opposite her. Pouring her self the last drop of wine out of the bottle and into her glass. Slouching down in her chair and throwing her head back letting out deep breaths to calm her frustration. Her boyfriend of 3 years had let her down once again, but worst of all her best friend had let her down. As she pushed back in her chair the the sound made from the metal legs scratching the wooden floor sent shivers down her spine, picking up the untouched dinner she had made and scraping it into the bin, along with the empty wine bottle which was cushioned by the wasted food to stop it shattering into millions of pieces. But there was nothing to cushion her heart as it slowly broke.
Putting the empty plates and her wine glass into the dish washer, she set it on a cycle and left it to do its job. Going back to the table and picking up the unused glass she had set out for him and placed it back into the cupboard with the rest of the glasses. Blowing out the candle set in the middle of the table she walked up to their bedroom and shut the door behind her. Tempted to lock it and let him sleep on the sofa. She protested though and left it unlocked, slipping off her dress letting it pool at her feet. Looking her Mitchf in the mirror at the new lingerie she had bought for tonight, but that was one more thing that had gone to waste. Stepping into her cotton shorts and a tank top she slid into the king sized bed and went into a deep slumber.
A few hours later she was a woken by the front door closing downstairs, knowing it was him she turned in bed not wanting him to know she was awake. Closing her eyes one more time to try and sleep the bed room door swung open. Still lying down she didn't want to start a scene but she knew there would be one. He took off his shoes and undone the buttons on his shirt, not bothering to do anything else he sat on the vintage arm chair in the corner of the room. Letting out deep breaths she could hear him thinking to himself 'would would he say this time' 'another excuse I've heard before' but instead all she heard was silence. Another 10 minutes passed when she heard him breathing again. Without looking at her, still sat on the chair he spoke to her.
"I'm sorry, Mitchie."
Without looking at him, she stayed lying down wrapped up warm she responded. "Sorry's not gonna cut it this time, Nate".
- - -
The following morning Mitchie awoke to an empty room. She had half expected Nate to clambered into bed with her, or at least fall asleep on that chair, but there was no sight of him. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, it flashed 9.30am. She sat up, rubbed the sleep from her eyes and climbed out of bed. With a yawn, she made her way to the kitchen to make her self a cup of coffee. There was no used mugs or dishes, which was unusual, as Nate never clears away after himself. Taking a sip from her drink, she closed her eyes as she felt the hot liquid descend her throat. It burned, but she didn't mind. It was then she had noticed the note stuck to the noticeboard. It read:
Mitchie, I decided you didn't want to see me when you woke up, so I went over to Shane's last night when you fell back to sleep. I love you. Nate.
She sighed, tears forming in her eyes. She was mad at Nate, he continued to break his promises, and this was making it harder for her to trust him, she felt like she was losing her Nate. However, no matter how much this hurt her, she still loved him, she couldn't stop. She was just angry that he couldn't see how badly he was hurting her.
The front door lock clicked, and her head shot up. "Nate?"
She raced through to the hallway, to come face to face with Caitlyn. "Oh, it's just you."
"Nice to see you too, Mitch." Caitlyn chuckled.
Mitchie forced a smile, "I...I thought that maybe you'd be Nate."
Caitlyn frowned, and wrapped her arms around her best friend, "You know he's at Shane and mines right now, he's talking to Shane about how much he's fucked up. He hates this Mitch hereally thinks that you're going to leave him after this."
Tears escaped Mitchie's eyes at hearing this, and she clung onto Caitlyn tighter. "No, that isn't what I want I just wish it was easier."
The duo went through into the living room, Caitlyn with her arms still around Mitchie. They sat in silence for a while, well silence apart from the sniffs coming from Mitchie.
"Do..do you want...want anything to drink?" Mitchie hiccuped through the tears.
Caitlyn nodded, and stood up, "I'll go get us one."
She entered the kitchen, and pulled out her mobile. She scrolled through her contacts until she came to Shane, when doing so, she selected call. She let it ring a couple of times, until it came to his answer phone.
"Damn it Shane," she muttered, trying again. Eventually he picked up.
"Hey Cait, are you with Mitchie yet?"
"Hi, yeah I am. She's a right state Shane, I don't know what to do."
"So is Nate."
Caitlyn leant back on the kitchen surface letting out a grunt of frustration out to the person on the other end of the phone.
"What are we gonna do Caitlyn?"
"We, Shane? We aren't going to do anything. Let them sort this out by themselves for once." Caitlyn lifted herself off the counter side and paced the kitchen. Holding the phone skilfully between her ear and shoulder, Looking through cupboards for mugs for her and Mitchie's drinks.
"Caitlyn, its pains to see my brother this way over a girl."
Caitlyn reached up and grasped two mugs and set them down on the counter, flicking down the switch to boil the kettle. "And you don't think it does me, seeing Mitch like this. She's practically my sister, Shane."
"I know, I know..."
Caitlyn sighed heavily, "But, seriously, it's Nate and Mitchie, they have always been like this, you know that they love each other, but they just show it in a, weird....kinda way?" Caitlyn added coffee to the porcelain cylinders and poured the boiled water in stirring the contents in both "They can't live with each other Shane, but they can't live without each other, were just gonna have to get used to. Hell... I've already got used to it," she stirred the liquid some more adding milk to the mixture circling the spoon in the cup till it turned a reasonable colour, the sound of the silver spoon knocking against the porcelain as she stirred more frantically causing a small whirl pool in the mug almost like it was trying to hypnotise her, breaking her from her trance Shane spoke once again.
"Well, if your not gonna do anything then I will."
Caitlyn still concentrating on her task; taking the spoon out of the mug and tapping on the edge knocking the excess coffee off the spoon. "Shane please, do not do anything stupid. Just promise me, okay?"
"Fine. I promise. Just trust me."
Caitlyn exhaled in frustration down the phone "That's the only problem I've got Shane, listen I gotta go Mitch's waiting for me, see you later." And with that she hung up her phone and placed it tightly back into her jeans pocket. Picking up the two coffees and making her way back to the broken hearted girl curled up on the sofa, toying with her hair and staring a black TV screen.
- - -
Shane placed his phone onto his beside table, lying back on his bed with his legs dangling off the edge. A knock came to his bedroom door, followed by Nate entering. "Who was on the phone?"
"Just Caitlyn," Shane sat up, and smiled at him.
"You totally love her dude. I don't see why you aren't together to be honest."
"Because...we are friends, best friends. That's all we are, and all we will ever be." Shane averted his eyes to the floor, then back to Nate quickly. "Besides I have Tess, and we are happily in love, and have been for the last 3 years. Anyway, enough about that, now about you and Mitch..."
Nate grunted, and focused his sight on the patch of floor he was scruffing his foot over, "Can you stop bringing it up? Please?"
Shane walked over to where he was standing, and placed his hands on either of his shoulders. Nate's head rose up slowly, so the boys were looking each other in the face. "This needs to be sorted out Nate. You can't just expect it to blow over, and everything will be alright, because it won't. It doesn't work like that."
"I know!" Nate shook Shane off of him, and tensed up, before he took a deep breath and relaxed, "I know. I just don't get what happened. It used to be so easy, we were so in love, and nothing mattered, only us. When did it all get so fucking difficult?"
"I don't know mate, but I do know that you need to start pulling you weight to make it better."
Nate scoffed at Shane, then turned and left the room. He walked into the sitting room, and plopped himself down on the armchair, letting his arms flap across the sides. Shane followed behind him, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table.
"That's so simple for you to say, you're relationship is perfect. You never argue, and you just look so sickenly cute together."
"I work hard at it Nate, I know..."
Nate interrupted him, "And you're saying I don't. Gosh Shane, if only you knew what it was like."
"If you listened, I was going to say, I know you do too, but me and Tess have it easier."
Nate's face scrunched up in confusion, as he looked at Shane. "How exactly?"
"Well, where is she right now? She is away in Milan with her friends. For the week. We give each other space Nate, we aren't consistently stuck with each other. "
"So you're saying I have to ship Mitchie off to the next island in order to be happy." He faked a laughed, "Great thinking Shane."
Shane groaned at Nate's stupidity. "I never said that, fuck Nate, no wonder you and Mitchie have such problems. You are so thick-headed some times. How in God's name did our family call you the smart one?" Shane stood up and paced to the other side of the room. "You just need space Nate, take a time out from each other. Not even that, you just don't need to spend every waking moment together, it's not healthy for you, for Mitch, hell it isn't even healthy for us lot seeing and being around you two when you're like this." Shane froze, "Shit man, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, it's just..."
"It's fine."
"No, it's not, I'm really sorry."
Nate gulped. He knows Shane is right, he doesn't need to battle against him any longer, "I've got it Shane, I know you're right. It just hurts to know that I am hurting Mitchie through all of this, and nothing is being done to make that pain go away. I love her with every thing I have, but it just seems like that love isn't enough to keep us going any more." The tears visible in his eyes pooling below his eye lids, he quickly blinked them away as if it was nothing.
Shane still sat on the coffee table in front of his younger brother, who now had his head in his hand trying to hide his silent cries. Gently touching Nate's leg, in a comforting way, in which caused Nate to look up into his brother's eyes, knowing that he was there for him if anything happened, no matter what.
Gaining his breathing pattern back, Nate had a question playing on his mind. Shane stood up and walked into the kitchen to fetch them both a drink. But as he turned around to walk back into the room Nate was standing in front of him - bloodshot eyes and messy curls as a result from him continuously running his hand through them.
"Shane...do you think that maybe, you...yo...you could talk to her for me, just like, I want to give us space like you said, but I need you to keep an eye on her for me, j-just to make sure nothing happens, like make sure she's okay without me and stuff, please?" his voice cracked at the end. Knowing his brother was in agony, Shane simply nodded his head agreeing to keep a watch on Mitchie while Nate went away for a while.
"Where are you gonna go?"
"I'll go visit mom and dad for a few weeks in New Jersey."
"So....when are you going?"
"As soon as possible, I will go round to my house later and tell her, I want her to know from me you know?"
"Yeah, I do yeah, listen, I'm going out in a bit Tess's coming back in a few days, and its gonna take me more than that to clean this place up."
Nate gently smiling at Shane's statement and walked back into the living room., picking up his drink on the way. Once he was located on the sofa, he put his drink on the coffee table in front of him, he laid back on it and let his eyes drop. Slowly he fell to sleep, catching up with what he missed out on the previous night, as he couldn't get to sleep because all he could think of was Mitchie's face and the way she was disappointed in him.
Shane stood in the archway of his apartment that lead into the kitchen from the living room. Leaning against the wall, crossing his arms, he watched his brother sleep peacefully for the time being. He knew that when he woke up, Nate would be pacing frantically thinking of what he was going to tell Mitchie, about them having some time apart to rekindle their feelings for one another. There was just one problem for Shane; he'd always had slight feelings for Mitchie. Nobody knew, because to him it was nothing. Just a faze, you know? Brother gets a new girl friend, he thinks she's hot. Just your normal kinda 'crush', but now being told to be around Mitchie at least once everyday to watch over her, might not be such a good idea. However, it was a long time ago maybe nothing would come of it?
After a some deep thinking, Shane decided he would be okay around Mitchie. He would just be casual, act like he'd done previous times with her. Taking a seat next to a still knocked out Nate on the sofa, he casually lay back and fell to sleep himself.
- - -
Nate slowly turned the key in the lock, he was dreading what was about to happen. He had no idea how Mitchie would react to what he had to say; it scared him slightly. He stalked into the living room, a look of seriousness on his face.
Mitchie's head perked up at the sound of his footsteps. "Nate? You're home!"
She stood up and rushed over to him, flinging her arms around his strong torso. He started to hug back, but was tense about doing so. He pulled back, and looked at her, his expression warming slightly at the look in her eyes. Although, resulting back in the guilt ridden look, once he remembered his plan. He dropped his arms from her, and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Mitch, I need, I mean, we need to...uhm," his voice faltering slightly, in which he covered with a rather obvious, fake cough.
"Nate, what is it?" Mitchie asked him curiously, clearly wondering why he was so nervous.
"I...um...maybe you should sit down, Mitchie." He told her, leading her over to the couch. She looked at him intently but didn't say anything as she sat down. Nate ran a hand through his curls as he sat down besides her. "Mitchie, you know I love you, right?"
"Nate, what's wrong? Seriously, you are starting to scare me." She said, a little bit of hysteria in her voice.
"I think...I think we need to be apart for a while. I need to go home to Jersey and see my parents for a couple weeks; I think the space will do us good." He said rather cautiously, taking Mitchie's hand in his own.
He was positively frightened at what her reaction was and tried to prepare himself for the worse. Mitchie looked a little shocked and she tried to speak but the words didn't come out at first. She stood up, pulling her hand out of Nate's, and held a hand up to her forehead as if she were thinking or had a headache.
"Nate, why?" She breathed out.
He swallowed and stood up to try and console her, "Mitchie, I-"
"Is it too hard for you to be with me?" She cut him off, a little anger in her voice now, "Would it be easier if we just ended things?"
Nate was shocked that she could say this, "No, that's not what I want at all." He defended himself.
"Then, why? Why leave? Why leave me for two weeks? Two whole weeks?" She yelled at him in aggravation.
"This is why. We are fighting all the time, I think the space would do us good, it will help us get things back into perspective."
"How do you know that? How do you not know that this could be the beginning of the end of us, Nate?" She calmed down, sinking to his eye level.
"Mitch..I don't."
"Exactly. Nate, I couldn't live without you. I need you in my life. You are what makes me, me. I'd be nothing without you. Just please, please don't leave." Her eyes glazed over with a layer of fresh tears.
Nate took her face in his hands, "Babe, I'm not leaving you. We just need time to re-evaluate things." She nodded, the tears silently making their way down her face. "Do you really think I could cope without seeing you everyday? It'd kill me." He chucked softly. ""But this is for both of our own goods. I'll come back, and everything will be better, I promise. No more fights. Just us Okay? Oh, Come here," he whispered pulling her into him.
"I'll miss you." She snuffled, gripping onto him like it'd be the last time they'd be together.
"I'll miss you too, more than you'll know." He gently released her.
They stood staring at each other for a few minutes, before leaning down to peck her softly on the lips. Mitchie pressed forcefully against him, wanting, craving more. Nate placed his hands on her waist, pulling her into his chest, his hands slowly rubbing her curves up and down repeatedly, letting his hands finally rest on her hips and pulling her pelvis into his creating a burning friction. Devouring her top lip between his tongue and teeth, begged for permission to be let in, within a matter of seconds the kiss became more heated with their tongues battling for dominance. Mitchie slowly moved her hands from Nates neck and slid down his chest, her fingers ending, with her fumbling with the button on his jeans. He pulled away from the kiss chucking.
"I have a plane to catch in less than two hours and I still need to pack," he rested his forehead against hers and their noses brushed.
"I'm gonna miss you, Nate," she closed her eyes, taking in his scent while he was still with her savouring the moment.
"I'm gonna miss you too, baby."
- - -
After packing his suitcases and making sure he had everything ready, the taxi bibbed his horn in frustration for a 2nd time. Standing in the door way the couple shared one last kiss before he said his goodbyes.
"Promise you will call me when you get there and if I don't get a phone call everyday I at least want a text, please," she added her innocent smile to the end of her protest and Nate nodded in agreement.
"I promise, okay, I really do" he gently cupped her cheek with his hand and she melted to his touch. Giving in Mitchie wrapped her petite arms around his neck and hugged him as if she'd never get he chance again.
"I love you, Nate, never forget that. No matter what, I'll always love you." she whispered into the crook of his neck, sending shingles down Nate's spine.
"Love you too, so much."
"I love you." he took in the smell of her peachy shampoo one last time and got into the taxi with a very annoyed driver, waving as the car drove off, she waved slightly trying not to show her hurt.
She turned around and shut the door behind herself walking into the kitchen and sitting at the breakfast bar. This is for the best, she thought to her self. Nate would be back soon, and it'd be as if he'd never left, asides the fighting. She made a pledge there and then, that'd she do whatever it took to turn their relationship around.
She noticed a piece of paper in the fruit bowl and went over to retrieve it. She sat down at the dining room table and opened the paper to see what it said...
Mitchie,
As I promised, I will be back in 2 weeks, but just in case something happens or you need something that you can't get, I've told Shane to look after you for me, I need to know that you're okay without me and not alone. So please, if you need something ask Shane. He'll be there whenever you need him.
I love you.
Nate
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Thoughts?
I'm kind of nervous for all your reactions to be perfectly honest. But I hope I didn't disappoint.
