I'm hoping this will get me out of my writers block, because I'm having a hard time updating a couple of my other ones. So here ya go! Oh, and if you guys ever have questions or want to talk, PM me! :)

Before I fall, too fast.

Kiss me quick, but make it last.

So I can see how badly this will hurt me, when you say goodbye.

OoO

It just doesn't always turn out to be a fairy tale. It's not all about the smiles, the laughs, and the butterflies after all.

Why do we describe seeing someone we love as feeling butterflies? Is it really the tingling in our stomach, or something more?

The fact that anything could be used as an analogy makes some of us wonder: why do we use butteflies? And now, I think I've had it figured out.

Love is beautiful, and flutters about, making us light hearted and happy. To an observer, love is special and free. Just like a butterfly, love has wings that can take us anywhere we like, and as long as we have those wings we aren't anchored to the world.

Or, at least, we don't think we are.

Love is carefree, and makings things special, just like a butterfly.

But love, when it leaves, makes the things it left behind so much less meaningful and less colorful. Just like a butterfly taking flight and leaving a flower behind. The flower isn't as special anymore. It's just a normal flower.

The same can be said for love.

I was stupid when I thougth I was in love. I should've known that both of us were blind. But my wings had sprouted, and I wasn't down to earth. I was flying in the sky, smiling and laughing and creating memories that I thought would be something to hold onto. Now? They're just something I want to forget.

She was everything I wanted. Crazy, beautiful...real. She was funny and made me laugh: a feat that not many can accomplish. She was mine, best of all, and I was hers. We were going to live life together, always holding on.

So what happened?

Was it me? Had she even liked me at all the entire time? Had she been leading me on for the purpose of playing with my heartstrings? Was it all just a game? A week ago we were so happy. What happened to that?

OoO

Her hair was dancing behind her in the wind. Pink tinted those perfect cheeks, and her brown eyes sparkled as she laughed. Her hand was in mine, and I couldn't have felt more free. We were walking through the town, observing different Christmas lights and attempting to judge them.

"What are you staring at?" She looks at me, and I feel a swoop in my stomach, like I just missed a step on the stairs.

"Nothing." I pretend to be looking at a lit up Santa Claus behind her.

She laughs, squeezing my hand for a second before letting it go. The sudden loss of the warmth made me shiver.

To make up for it, she turned and wrapped her arms around me, her breath tickling my ear. "I can't wait to spend forever with you," she breathed.

My heart stopped, and I smiled into her hair, not wanting to let the moment go.

So we stood there in the snow, in eachother's arms, and I'd never felt so perfect.

OoO

We were just out of high school. Even now, without school it just feels odd. It's crazy to think how different my life was only seven days ago. In love, thinking I'm going to marry someone who hadn't even proposed. My mother used to always say, "If there's no ring, then there won't be no marraige!"

I scoffed. But she was right. It was too soon, I fell too hard, I was too blind, and now I'm going to die regretting my choices.

My choices to love her.

The snow falls past my window and I can just feel the pain eroding my insides, making me taste metal and blood and regret. All alone, in a small apartment space where we were supposed to start our family, I figure I should've figured it out a long time ago.

But I didn't, and now I have nowhere to go. I'm a broken hearted eighteen year old who works as a waitress at a shabby restaraunt down at the corner. I'm a stupid, thoughtless girl who has a full bank account but an empty, gaping soul.

I'm Alex Gomez, classic tomboy, sassy diva, and, currently, a downright nobody who doesn't even have her other half anymore. She just sits alone in the apartment that belongs to her, and, of course, Mitchie Lovato.

MITCHIE-

I stare out the window, wondering what she's thinking right now. One hand is on my stomach, and the other is on the glass, freezing my fingertips and making a shiver run down my back. Did she know how much I was hurting? Did she care? Was she thinking about me, or was she already moving on?

Didn't she know I was dying inside? I thought something like this might happen in the end, but I had been too afraid to say anything. The past month of our relationship has been the best thirty days of my life, and I didn't want to ruin it. But something like this... you can't hide it forever.

What happened to our love? I thought she really did love me, but she abandoned me. What happened to the girl from a week ago?

XxX

I burst through the door of our apartment, smiling like an idiot. She's sitting on the bed, messing with her phone. When she sees me, she immediately gets up and wraps me in a hug.

The embrace is inviting and warm. I let myself sink into the comfort of her arms for a second longer, then pull back.

"I'm so excited!" I finally blurt, not able to hold it back anymore. She smirks at my obvious happiness.

"What is it, Mitch?"

"Guess who got a promotion at work!" I squeal, bouncing up and down.

She stifles a laugh. "You did?"

"YES!"

"That's great! Now you can buy me more junk food!" She teases, but I don't let her get to me. I'm too used to it.

I hit her on the arm. "Shut up, Gomez, you don't need the calories."

"Says the one who's getting a little chubby." She gestures towards my stomach, and I blush, pulling my already loose sweatshirt lower.

"You're not supposed to say that to a girl."

"I'm not supposed to kiss a girl either, but I do all the time." She pulls me in, letting her lips linger only a hairs breadth away before brushing them against mine lovingly, making my toes tingle.

"Yeah, well, that's different." I'm still a little light headed about the kiss, but I don't let her get to me.

She shrugs like she doesn't care, and I shake my head. Typical Alex. Give her some food, she's happy. Give her some logic, she doesn't care.

There's a knock on the door, and a teenage boy is behind it, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. He hands them to me, mumbles something under his breath, and then scampers away.

Alex comes from behind me and grabs the little card that's wedged between the stems. "Dear Mitch," she read aloud, "congratulations on your promotion! Maybe we could celebrate a little bit later today! What do you say to five o' clock? Your favorite boss, Shane."

She looks up at me, frowning, and I can see jealousy sparked in her eyes. "Since when did your 'favorite boss' send a fifty dollar bunch of roses, and then offer to take you on a date?"

"It's nothing." I snatch the card away.

I feel terrible with the action as soon as it's done. Alex looks at me with her hurt face, chocolate brown eyes wide and all glittery, and I cave. "If you really want me to tell him I can't go, then I will."

She seems to struggle with the offer. If she says I should stay, then she would seem overly clingy and jealous. If she says I can go, then she might be allowing an opportunity for a long night of hitting on her girlfriend.

"Fine." She finally huffs. "But I want you back by ten at the latest."

"Yes dad." I mock in a high pitched tone, making her lunge for me. I step back and avoid her arms, laughing as she stumbles.

XxX

Why did that all have to change? It wasn't like anything was my fault. But she had told me she never wanted to see me again. If I really loved her, I would let her go.

Since when did I start listening to all that movie crap? If I really loved her, I would fight for her, and that's what I was going to do.

I reach for my phone, but then stop, hand halfway there. She's the one who told me she never wanted to see me again. She was going to have to be the first one to make a move.

But I needed to see her. I needed to kiss her again, to feel those arms wrapped around me and protecting me.

I need my Alex back.

ALEX-

The truth is, I can't be with Mitchie anymore. I can't torture myself with thougths of 'what if' and reuniting. It's too late.

The damage done is permenant. I can't erase it, and neither can she. Mitchie was my life, but apparently I wasn't enough.

That's why she's pregnant with Shane Jonas' baby.