Warning: Rated M for some very steamy scenes, very femslashy scenes. :D

A/N: Hey, I know I've been a horrible person for not updating my other story, The Bet, but I've been having the most extreme case of writer's block. I think I was so ready to write something heart wrenching, that I couldn't force myself to write a significant fluffy chapter.

So to help solve my problem, here's a very angsty fic. It's probably a one-shot.

This is completely fictional, I do not own any part of Camp Rock or WOWP. Meh!

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"Hey, Mitch. I haven't heard from you in days. I'm starting to get really worried so I'm just gonna stop by to make sure you're alright." Alex said into her phone as she drove her convertible to her best friend's apartment complex. "I'll see you in a little bit, babe."

Alex drove the short distance to her favorite person's home. She parked her car in her usual spot and made the grueling trip up three flights of stairs. She arrived at the door and was about to walk in like she usually did, but thought better of it, devising a plan to pounce on her friend when she answered the door unsuspectingly. However, Alex knocked on the door three times with no answer. After a fourth try she decided Mitchie was just probably listening to music and couldn't hear her.

She opened the door to find the entire apartment was very dark, considering it was just six. "Mitchie? Jeez, don't even answer the door for you bestest friend in the whole world." Alex playfully scolded the darkness.

"What are you doing here?" A familiar, yet raspy voice came out of nowhere.

"You would have known I was coming if someone would answer their phone." Alex walked forward, careful not to trip over anything. "Why is it so dark in here?"

Silence

"Mitchie? Oh goodness!" Alex jumped when she felt a hand touch her arm. "Holy heck. You scared me. I'm going to go get a drink."

"Drink this." Mitchie shoved a bottle towards the girl.

Alex took it and drank some of the liquid before gagging a little then quickly bringing the bottle's label to her face.

"Is this alcohol? What the heck are you doing with alcohol?" Alex asked with concern.

"Everyone's doing it." Mitchie scoffed.

"What? What are you talking about? What's wrong?" Alex was genuinely confused by the whole situation. There was a very grim mood weighing down on the atmosphere.

"Everything." Mitchie whispered before snickering and unsteadily brushing past Alex to the small kitchen.

"Mitch?..." Alex said weekly as she followed her into the kitchen and tentatively flipped on a light. Mitchie was looking through cabinets, not really searching for anything. Alex saw she was wearing clothes that looked like they had been slept in. Her hair was wavy and unkempt and her eyeliner was slightly smudged. Alex walked behind Mitchie and cautiously snaked her arms around her waist. "Please talk to me. You're scaring me."

Alex felt Mitchie carefully stroke her hands with shaky ones.

"I'll wake up soon."

"What?" Alex loosened her hold on Mitchie and tried to look her in the eyes.

Mitchie quickly turned and smashed her lips against Alex's, knocking her back a little. Alex tried to pull away but Mitchie forcefully pressed their bodies together as she walked them to the dark living room. Alex fought halfheartedly. She was too surprised to know what to do or think, but she slowly felt the creeping need for her best friend to touch her more intimately.

"Mitchie-" Mitchie roughly shoved Alex onto the couch before confidently taking off her own shirt. Alex looked up at Mitchie with a mixture of shock and worry, but she didn't say a word, seeing the lust overpower a maniacal glint in Mitchie's eyes. She couldn't say what she needed to say. She couldn't say anything. She was almost too afraid to try to stop her, and too curious. She just allowed Mitchie to straddle her waist and take off her shirt without so much as a grunt of disapproval. All that escaped her lips were ragged breaths and a stuttered, "Mitch, please-" as her friend caressed her body with soft hands. She knew there was something wrong with Mitchie, and that should have been enough to knock Alex out of her trance, but she was too overwhelmed to think logically.

Mitchie leaned into Alex to capture her lips. Alex hesitated then unsurely moved her lips against Mitchie's frantic mouth. She felt Mitchie's hand move from her waist up to the exposed skin of her ribs. Alex involuntarily moaned into Mitchie's mouth as she felt Mitchie's thumb draw circles against the sensitive flesh. Mitchie detached herself from Alex's mouth to trail kisses down to her neck. Alex's head felt clouded by the buzzing in her ears and the sounds of heavy breathing. The room was beginning to feel very warm.

"Mitch-"

Mitchie trailed sloppy kisses down Alex's chest as her hands roamed her sides.

"Please s-stop." Alex moaned loudly and squirmed as Mitchie gently dragged her teeth down her stomach. "Mitch-"

Mitchie moved up to Alex's face and forcefully pressed their mouths together, Alex's futile pleas only fueling her lust more. Alex could almost taste the pain in the furious kiss as she tangled her fingers in brown locks. She was stuck in a looping battle of trying to push Mitchie off and giving in. Every breath she shared with Mitchie intoxicated her more and more.

Alex dragged her nails down Mitchie's back.

"Ahhh!" Mitchie released a worn cry of pleasure. She moved to bite Alex's neck, craving the inevitable moan she would emit.

Mitchie stopped and moved her face up to Alex's to taste her again. She shoved her tongue into her mouth. "Mmm!" Alex almost blacked out from the contact of their hot tongues and the nails that were being dragged down her abdomen.

"I th-think I've fallen f-for you." Alex breathed out as they broke apart for air. Alex tried to look at Mitchie in the dark, but Mitchie's eyes were shut tight. Her eyes fluttered shut as Mitchie gently brushed their lips together, but instead of sharing another kiss Alex felt a tear land on her cheek. She instantly opened her eyes to see Mitchie's face distorted in pain, her eyes still closed. Mitchie slid off of Alex onto the floor and slowly tried to back away, using the coffee table to drag herself as she choked on her sobs. Alex quickly got off the couch onto the floor and crawled towards her.

"Mitchie, what's wrong?" Mitchie weakly tried to push Alex away from her as she cried. "Mitchie, tell me what's wrong." Mitchie kept trying to crawl away, flailing her arms, but Alex just moved closer. "Mitch, please. I just want to help." Alex finally managed to steady Mitchie by her arms.

The hysterical girl suddenly stopped her struggle and fell limp into Alex.

"She's gone." Mitchie whimpered. Alex gently smoothed her friend's soft hair.

"Who's gone, Mitchie?"

"My mom. She's gone." Mitchie cried into Alex's neck.

Alex felt a cold chill run down her spine as she realized what Mitchie meant.

Mitchie soon fell asleep in her protective embrace. As Alex gently rocked the broken girl in her arms, a growing feeling of loneliness grew deep inside her. In the dark, on the floor, she felt an extreme weight being eased onto her shoulders.

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A/N: I guess I just really like ragging on Mitchie. :P