Hey beautiful readers and even more to the beautiful reviewers, this is the missing scene where Mikayla realizes a few things while Mitchie and Lilly fled from their problems from my other fanfic, 'It Was You, Wasn't It?'
This is a song-fic based off the song 'T-shirt' by Shontelle. Let's hope I can do this song justice. I know it's old but I thought of this fanfic (IWYWI?) and I was like 'YES!' even though it will make no sense on a few parts.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything (because if I did I would get more flames than cookies on TV show ratings).
With Nothing But Your T-Shirt On
Sadness. Depression. Confusion.
Millions of thoughts and questions ran through my head, yet it only involved one thing. Not even a thing, it was one person, and one heart full of love which produced the largest mistake in history it seems. Maybe not in history worldwide, but definitely in my history that would greatly affect my future.
She kissed me. My best friend kissed me and she never told me. I remember it distinctly as the lights went out at the Grays' New Year's party and felt lips soft attack mine seconds later. I hoped it was Nate Gray.
It wasn't, but he said it was. Turns out he was just doing a bet for his own personal pleasure.
My rockstar best friend, being the secretive one that she is, never let on. She watched as Nate had me spun around his finger without even having to lift it. Mitchie watched as I went through a relationship which had caused her a broken hand after she punched a hole in the wall the day Nate asked me out. Turns out he invited her over to his house to tell her not to get in the way and had a picture as blackmail. She didn't tell, and now I know why.
It was because she was afraid.
I never knew that she I never knew that she longed for me in a non-platonic way or that the song 'Two Worlds Collide' was not the only song on her album she wrote for me. That song alone was one that would make my heart beat rapidly because it showed how close our friendship was. Our friendship was.
Not until I messed it up anyway.
Sure, I knew she was gay and all. Who didn't? But the media had a field day when she came out on the Ellen show early last year when she was seventeen. But now she's almost eighteen and I haven't seen her face for a while.
Three weeks…five days…eight hours…twenty seven minutes…and fifty three seconds to be exact.
They've been gone for nearly a month now on the yearlong tour. Mitchie and Lilly have. I don't blame them from the way Miley and I acted when we found out at Tess's sleepover.
Distinctly I recall that drama filled night which has repeatedly been replaying in my mind like it was yesterday.
There I was a blubbering mess in the middle of the dance floor while Miley was crying hysterically behind me. Across the dance floor was a rather scared and worried Mitchie and a blank faced Lilly who was holding her face for it was bleeding after Miley slapped her. The many jeweled rings on her fingers and newly manicured nails left quite the imprints on the blonde skater.
Miley was shrieking how Lilly was the one that kissed her at midnight. I picked up the puzzle pieces that Mitchie was the one who kissed me, that wonderful, magical, breathtaking kiss, because she was supposedly with Lilly at that time. They both came up with the plan.
They left two days later after the sleepover and Miley and I didn't even know about it. No letter was received, no note was left. Not a text or even a phone call was given either. It was like we were erased from their lives. It was like they were completely ashamed to be around us. At first I was angered, but then I thought of how shameful I acted. Miley was too. (Who later figured out that she loved Lilly after much contemplating the night before). I was supposed to be her best friend. I announced that I was open to love yet I rejected hers without even contemplating her side of the story.
"Screw this, I need music," I say croakily to myself and get out of bed to turn on the radio near my bathroom. Tears were behind my eyes but I refused to let them fall. They've been falling everyday for nearly four weeks now. A slightly slow song comes on and I feel that it's what I need for the heartache of what I've lost and make my way back to bed.
"Tryna decide, tryna decide if I
Really wanna go out tonight
I never used to go out without ya
Not sure I remember how to
Gonna be late, gonna be late but
All my girls gon' have to wait 'cuz
Don't know if I like my outfit
I tried everything in my closet
It sounds exactly how I'm feeling. I've been holed up here and the only time I leave is when I have to go to the recording studio where I have to be tortured everyday from people telling me to focus because I'll blank out in the middle of a song thinking of my best friend that fled.
Were there any emotions behind our friendship? Answer: Maybe.
There was definitely something with her and Brittany, a name which does not seem to give me as much fury as it used to. You see, Brittany was Mitchie's girlfriend or fling or 'friends with benefits' person. They were attached to the hip and in other places in you're catchin' my drift here. Seeing my best friend with her without a doubt brought out a few feelings I didn't know about towards the rocker.
Nothing feels right when I'm not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's
Taking them off 'cuz I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missin' you
I'mma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay, with nothin' but your t-shirt on, ooh
With nothin' but your t-shirt on, hey
The chorus reminds me of something I have from her. It's one of her favorite t-shirts that she has been looking for for ages. It's her Twilight shirt with 'Decode' lyrics from Paramore on it.
Gotta be strong, gotta be strong
But I'm really hurting now that you're gone
I thought maybe I'd do some shopping
But I couldn't get past the door and
Now I don't know, now I don't know
If I'm ever really gon' let you go and
I couldn't even leave my apartment
I'm stripped down, torn up about it
I search the bottom of my top drawer for the article of clothing. Upon reaching it I redraw it from the confines of my drawer and hold it up to my body, hugging it as if it were like hugging her.
Now nothing feels right when I'm not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's
Taking them off 'cuz I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missin' you
I'mma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay, with nothing but your t-shirt on
(I'm all by myself with)
With nothing but your t-shirt on, ooh
Nothing happens like I want it to. She doesn't appear.
With nothing but your t-shirt on
('Cuz I missed you, 'cuz I missed you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(Said I missed you, baby)
Tryna decide, tryna decide
If I really wanna go out tonight
I couldn't even leave my apartment
I'm stripped down, torn up about it
'Cuz nothing feels right when I'm not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's
Taking them off 'cuz I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missing you
I'mma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay
Before going back into bed, I switch my shirt with hers and crawl under the covers. I just veg and listen to the lyrics.
Nothing feels right when I'm not with you
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's
Taking them off 'cuz I feel a fool
Tryna dress up when I'm missing you
I'mma step out of this lingerie
Curl up in a ball with something Hanes
In bed I lay
With nothing but your t-shirt on
Said I got nothing but your t-shirt on
('Cuz I want to be close to you)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(I remember when you would like to see me)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
It may not be full cotton or anything and I may not be wearing any Hanes underwear, but I am still wearing her clothes. Right now, that's all I need.
A Mitchie Moment.
One of these days I'll tell you how I really feel. How I was afraid to tell you and that you didn't deserve a single thing I shouted at you that night. One day I'll tell you what you really mean to me in a more than friendly way and how I was too stupid to realize it before.
Nothing but your t-shirt on
(Let me tell you now)
Nothing but your t-shirt on
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(Said nothing feels right)
With nothing but your t-shirt on
(Nothing but your t-shirt on)"
But most of all…
I'll tell you that a song helped me realize my feelings for you. One where it got me to missing you so much, wearing your t-shirt, and then realizing that I can't live my life without you. Not a day has gone by since I've wanted to hear your voice, or to touch your skin.
One day I'll have that courage.
Until then, I'm just going to lay here
With nothing but your t-shirt on.