Numb
Summary: When Mitchie and Caitlyn fall out, the members of Connect 3 take sides. Will the separation of Connect 3 stick, or will they make up in time for their Summer Concert? Warning: Emo Mitchie.
Disclaimer: The Only thing I own is the storyline.
Chapter 1
"Caitlyn!"
Caitlyn looked around at the sound of her name being called.
"Hey Nate." She replied.
"Can I...er, can I talk to you for a sec? I need to tell you something." He fidgeted, looking down at his feet.
"Um... sure, if you make it quick, I was just on my way to meet Mitchie."
She smiled at him, "What's wrong?" she asked, her face turning serious. Nate was her boyfriend, and she had never seen him like this before.
"It's Mitchie, she is seeing someone." He said, looking into Caitlyn's eyes.
"Well, yeah, duh. Seeing Shane. And? Everyone knows, it's not exactly seeing is it?"
"I meant seeing, as in, besides Shane." He muttered.
"WHAT?! No, Mitchie wouldn't do that. Not to Shane." Caitlyn shook her head in denial, refusing to believe this piece of information that she had received.
"Well, if you don't believe me, then believe what you see." He said, handing Caitlyn some photos. Looking down, to her horror, Caitlyn saw that the girl in the picture WAS Mitchie, and that she was kissing a boy about the same age. But it wasn't just a peck on the cheek, it was on the lips.
"I'm going to tell Shane, he deserves to know." Caitlyn said.
"No! It would break him all over again." Nate shouted.
"Fine then. YOU go and tell him, I'm gonna go and yell at Mitchie." She snapped, and stormed off into the woods to find her... friend.
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Mitchie sighed as she waited for Caitlyn by the lake. They were meant to meet at 1:20pm, during lunch, it was 1:40. Caitlyn was never late. Maybe she was held up with something?
Suddenly, Mitchie spotted her friend storming through the woods, her cheeks red and tears of anger falling. Mitchie stood up, concern over her friend. Maybe something had happened with Nate.
"You complete and utter BITCH!" Caitlyn shouted, causing passersby to stare. The girls carried on arguing, unaware that they had an audience, and that Shane, Nate and Jason were in the audience, watching and listening.
"Caitlyn, what are you talking about?!"
"YOU! Cheating on Shane, and thinking that it would go undetected."
"Excuse me?! You actually think I would do that to Shane?"
"I didn't. Not until I saw the photos."
"What photos?"
"The ones that Nate took himself of you kissing another boy."
Everyone gasped as the two girls turned around, realising that they had company. Glancing round, Mitchie spotted Shane glaring at her through his tears. Without warning, he turned and ran.
Turning back to Caitlyn, with tears pouring down her face, Mitchie shouted:
"You don't know anything! Instead of assuming from a couple of photos, why don't you just ask next time?!"
With that, she stormed off to find Shane and explain what had happened.
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Sitting in his cabin, where no one could see him, Shane let the tears fall. A couple of minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Drying his eyes quickly, and not caring that his face was red, Shane lay on his bed and muttered: "Come in."
"Caitlyn was wrong when she said I was cheating on you." Mitchie whispered as she entered.
Shane laughed. "Oh, so now the pictures can lie. It's not just people then." He replied, turning to face her.
"No, I don't deny that I was kissing him, but he isn't my lover. He is my brother. Jamie Torres. He came to visit me and see how I was doing. He lives in Australia and I don't often get to see him."
Shane stared at her.
"Oh." He said.
"Yeah, oh." Mitchie said to him.
"Mitchie, I'm sorry. I didn't think that there could be another explanation, I overreacted, I'm sorry."
Mitchie smiled.
"Come on. Let's go and explain it to the others." And they walked out of the cabin, hand in hand.
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Caitlyn, Nate and Jason sat in the Mess Hall. Caitlyn was still seething. Looking around, her eyes widened.
"Oh my God. I cannot believe what I am seeing after everything." She said.
The other two turned around to see what she was looking at, and their jaws dropped. Mitchie and Shane were walking along, hand in hand, heading towards them. They reached the table and sat down.
Caitlyn glared before speaking. "So, what lies has she fed you this time? She is Mitchie of course."
Shane opened his mouth. "Caitlyn, Nate, Jason, it was a mistake. The photos. It was Mitchie's brother, Jamie Torres. He wasn't her lover at all."
Caitlyn stood up abruptly, and stormed out. Nate looked at everyone, then smiling sadly at Mitchie, followed after his girlfriend.
Mitchie looked at where Caitlyn had been sitting, before her eyes welled with tears, and she got up and ran back to her cabin. Arriving, she slammed the door shut, before sobbing. Shane came in behind her, where he sighed, realising that Mitchie needed time, and walked back out again.
As Shane walked out, Mitchie looked up, before walking over to her pencil case and pulling out her compass. She had heard of slitting, it apparently relived you of any pain and depression that you were feeling. Taking it towards her wrist, she started on the left and drew it across to the right, using the sharp end of course. When she had done that, there was a red line. She went over and over the same spot until there was blood. Deciding that the compass didn't do enough damage, Mitchie walked into her bathroom and pulled out her razor. Brand new and incredibly sharp, it was lethal. Sitting on the toilet seat, she repeated the same thing as with the compass. Doing it once was enough, maybe she had pressed a little too hard, for blood was coming out. Fast. Grabbing some toilet roll, Mitchie wrapped it around and around her wrist. After a few minutes, the blood seemed to have stopped, but Mitchie, realising what she had done, now had the task of hiding the slit marks. Walking to her drawer, Mitchie found a wrist band that she had planned on giving Caitlyn for her birthday as part of her present. She slipped it on, wincing from the pain as it went over the cuts. Picking up her notebook that contained her songs, she took a pen and started to write.
Walking into the mess hall for tea, Mitchie looked around as everyone stared at her. Or rather, what she was wearing. She was wearing black skinny jeans, a black and purple top and a purple and grey cardigan on top. This was accessorised with a wrist band.
The style of an emo.
Mitchie glanced around before going to sit at an empty table. Dee La Duke came in moments later, and stood at the front of the mess hall.
"Yo! Yo! Now as you know, tonight is Camp Fire Jam. I hope you all have your songs ready and you can now make your way to the fire."
Everyone but Mitchie stood up and smiled. Mitchie walked in front of them and no one missed her sub consciencely rub her wrist.
When everyone was sat down, Dee stood on the stage to announce the acts. Barron and Sander came on, followed by Tess and then Caitlyn. When they were sat back down, Dee came on for a final time, her face more serious than before.
"And now we have Mitchie Torres, singing a cover for My Chemical Romance's 'I'm not okay (I promise)'".
Mitchie stepped onto the stage, as the backing track began to play. And she started to sing.
Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say,
I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way.
From all the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took.
Remember when you broke your foot, from jumping out the second floor.
It became obvious that the song was about Caitlyn.
I'm not okay, I'm not okayyy, I'm not okay, you wear me out...
What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems,
I've told you time and time again, you sing the words, but don't know what they mean!
To be a joking look, another line without a hook, I held you tight as we both shook,
For the last time! Take a good hard look!
Caitlyn looked into Mitchie's tear filled eyes, Shane smiled encouragingly to carry on, Nate sat there glaring, Jason just bobbed along to the music.
I'm not okay, I'm not okay, I'm not okay
(Instrumental)
Mitchie stood there and tried to do something to not let the crowd get bored.
Forget about the dirty looks, the photographs your boyfriend took,
You said you read me like a book,
But the pages are all torn and fraid.
I'm not o.k, I'm okkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy.
I'm ok now (I'm ok now)
But you really need to listen to me,
Because I'm telling you this should've,
I mean it, I'm Ok! (Trust me)
Her emotions were a mix of everything; anger, depression, sadness.
I'm not okay, I'm not okay,
Well I'm not ok, I'm not o fu*king k,
I'm not okay, I'm not okkkkaaaaaaaaayyyyyy.
Tears now running down her cheeks, the song finished with everyone giving Michie a standing ovation. Mitchie rubbed her wrist, something that no one missed, before smiling faintly and walking off stage and to her cabin.
A/N: I didn't know whether or not to make Mitchie emo, but under the circumstances, I did. Please read and review, I'll be updating a..
Hayley x
