Alex's POV

How many love stories have you heard? Too many huh? Well, mine is far from happy. I've never been raped or anything, not even hit once by my girlfriend or maybe ex-girlfriend now. To be honest, when there's violence in a relationship, it seems like the worst thing in the world and you're always wondering when it was going to stop. Well, me I'm always wondering how we came to this. I know breaking up is part of all stories, but I can't understand mine. I don't even know if we officially broke up. You see, I, Alex Russo, can't understand how someone can leave their so called lover to live their biggest dream. Well, okay, that sounds selfish of me. I'm going to reform that sentence: I can't understand how someone can leave everyone to live their dream without saying anything to no one. Including their girlfriend. Mitchie Torres just left me when we were about to graduate. It crushed me. I remember when I called to her house to see if she wanted to hang out, but her mom picked up instead; telling me that her daughter left for California to sign with a label and Connect 3. She sounded surprise that I didn't heard about Mitchie's invitation. I had to cover up, so I said something like:

"No, I umm… I just forgot."

Then I hung up. I didn't know if I had to be mad or if I had to let my heart break. I loved her, and she knew it. We were together for 2 years and we've been friends since we were 7, Mitchie told me everything. I kept telling myself that she will write me something, a letter, a simple mail, even a text message would have been perfect. I've waited all summer but then August came. I didn't chose to go to UCLA or Princeton, I didn't want to go all those big dream schools just to please my parents. They were supportive though, in all the decisions I made, they were supportive and I appreciate. I guess, they knew how hard it was for me to handle Mitchie's departure, I also guess they didn't want to confront me with other problems. It doesn't matter now though because they are behind me 100%. Even Justin and Max helped me through this. In July, we made a trip, just the two of us. My parents only accepted because Justin was with me and was the one who organized it. This little adventure made me feel a lot better. Then, when we came back after a week, Max was the one who tried to make me smile again. He was doing all those silly stuffs, said all those useless things, just the usual Max Russo everyone knew. He did make me smile. Everyone did, my family was supportive, including Harper. Ever since, she thought I changed because of Mitchie's situation. We were going to graduate, and I was typical Alex Russo, I am still that person, a little, but some of my labels changed. Trouble maker; I still do some pranks even though I'm in college. Careless about my grades; that is half true. I do care about my grades now, but like all people, I still think some are useless. I mean, if you want to become a painter, what's the point in understanding Algebra? Laziness; Okay, since that I now live alone, I've learn to not be lazy, but everyone is lazy, so.. Yeah, I can't really answer that one.

My labels changed when I entered the University of North Carolina, Wilmington. Wilmington is smaller than what people think. It's a small city, but I love it here. It's peaceful, the people are way nicer than they are in New York and it was far away from Mitchie. I'm 19 years old, working part time at a café as a waitress. I think that's the only I can do since my parents own a sub shop. The family that own the place are so welcoming, when I arrived in town, I really didn't know where to go and somehow I ended there, drinking a coffee with a young boy who was about my age. His name was Austin. Brown hair, hazel eyes and an Australian and English accent mixed up together which I found adorable. I talked to him about my family, Mitchie and her dream. She made it, apparently. Well, that's what he told me. I tried to avoid her when she had interviews on TV, when I saw her in magazines, I just looked away to not see her beautiful face. He quickly became my best friend since he was the first person I ever talked here.

Don't get me wrong. Even if many amazing people are helping getting through this after one year, I still love her, I just don't know if it's as strong as it was before. I'm scared it's not, I'm confused. I've never heard any of her songs. Austin passed me her first album and it was stuck in my drawer for what seemed like weeks. I put it there and I never once open that drawer to take it in my hands. Not even flip through the booklet or opened the album to see the CD design. It's not because I was afraid that it was going to disappointment me. Mitchie's music was something that could never disappointment me, I've heard some when she was still with me. I loved them all. I was afraid of the lyrics. I didn't what they would talk about, but I knew I was mostly behind them.

Mitchie's POV

Walking around Los Angeles just to get a coffee with the Connect 3 before going to some interviews was probably the hardest thing in the world. Oh yeah, you guys really think that it would be awesome to walk around in city where everyone knows who you are and are dying to get a stupid picture of you ordering a coffee? Trust me, as much as I love this job, it's probably the most boring and horrible thing in the whole entire world. Is it Devil's invention? They are just trying to ruin people's lives even though sometimes it can be fun. Luckily, we had a car. It didn't help though, but whatever. When we arrived at the studio for our first interview-TV appearance of the day, thousand of fans were already waiting in front of the doors which made me smile. My fans are probably the most amazing and sweetest one on Earth. They kept sending me letters, giving me gifts and were so supportive. We signed some autographs, took some pictures before going inside. It wasn't my first appearance, but it still made me nervous because it was going to be my first live performance. I left New York to continue my dream. It just happened that I posted a song on the web and none other that Jason from C3 heard it, showed my singing to the rest of the band and contacted me. It was a dream come true, so left when I had the occasion which was two weeks after the call. I told my parents and family, but I didn't say it to any of my friends. I didn't say it to Alex either. Why? I would never have been okay with her crying even if she was proud of me. She was going to North Carolina and I was going to stay in New York. I couldn't handle our relationship when I knew were going to be apart for who knew how long. When I thought I've done the right thing, Justin sent me a letter to my fan mail address, saying how crushed Alex was and that she could forget about her. It hurt me to read this. I did all the rights to the wrongs. I hated it, but to me, it was too late to go back.

The Connect 3 family were probably the only people in Hollywood who knew I was gay. They were totally okay with it which made me feel safe because I knew how religious they were. Nate was the only one who knew about Alex. He figured it out pretty well behind my songs. Someone as talented as him could always see the meaning behind any songs. When he read all of mine, he understood what happened when I decided to come here and promised to not say a thing to the rest of the band. I love Alex so much, even now, I love her. I was just doubting that our relationship will last. I don't know if she listens to any of my songs or watch my interviews, but I really hope she heard about me since I left. I've been everywhere. I promote my music in all America or almost all. I did commercials, meet and greet and done some radio interviews. With all of this, I would have been surprise if she didn't heard about me. My mom moved to L.A. with me. She only came after summer and seemed more mad than ever when I picked her up at the airport. She was mad because of what I've done to Alex. I couldn't really explain my side of the story because she didn't want to hear it, she eventually calmed down but it still bothered her that I could be so heartless about my own maybe-still-lover. I never wrote to her or called, even though she tried to call me, I can't handle the tears. Mostly hers. So, I kept quiet even if sometimes, I'm dying to hear her voice, her laugh… I'm dying to see her smile again, but I don't know if she's angry or heartbroken. I would see her soon anyway, I hope. Connect 3 was going on tour soon and I was there opening act. I wanted news from her so bad, and that's why today, I will be singing the duet I did with the boys called On The Line. I was really specific with the subject of the song which mostly talked about me and Alex, but only Nate knew about.

It was my first live performance and the crowd was big. I slightly got nervous when I stand in front of it, but Jason kept telling me that there was nothing to stress about. The interviewer presented us as the cheers got louder. Kind comments were heard such as "You're amazing! I love you!" or "You're so pretty, I want your hair!" Yeah, some comments were definitely to remember. I could only feel my smile grew bigger and I waved at them when the guy turned to us, ready to ask some questions.

"So, we're here with Connect 3, one of the most famous bands in America and their newest artist, Mitchie Torres! How are you guys doing?"

"Pretty good, we're happy to be here and to perform a small song to give our fans a taste of what is going to happen on tour. It is definitely to remember before kicking out." answered Nate seriously with a small smile on his face. They completed each other so well. I kept smiling, trying to keep a positive even though I was feeling all my nervous sense rising.

"That's amazing, and we have a new singer with us today. She came out with her first record ever Get Back which is now in stores everywhere. Here we are with Mitchie Torres." said the interviewer pointing at me. "So, how are you feeling? I've heard it was your first live performance today."

"I'm slightly nervous, but I really want to be here, so it's all good!" I replied happily, but feeling my voice shaking as I was talking. I was smiling before he asked what was my inspiration behind all my songs. "Real life experiences, probably reliable to all the same one, but seen under different aspects. It's my kick out and I'm really thrilled about it." The dude, was that weird that he never mentioned his name? I don't know, he seemed like a nice creep guy, if only that existed. Whatever, the dude turned to the crowd presenting our song while the band got ready. Nate got on the piano bench, Jason got his famous guitar as Shane and I stand behind our microphone stands. It took a few minutes before the performance started but as I sang, I didn't any worry.

Alex's POV

It was a sunny day. I was feeling confident about this week because first, for once, I wasn't alone in the kitchen and second, I finally got my apartment. I was living with Austin and even if he was my best friend, I felt uncomfortable living with him. When I told him about it, he laughed and helped me getting my own place. It was noon and the café was full of people. There was a rush, but everything was easy to handle. Even now, I was bored because there was nothing to do, so I made myself a sandwich. The kitchen door flew open as I raised my head from the food. I saw Austin walking through it, taking off his coat and scarf, leaving his bag on the floor. It looked like he was freezing.

"It's windy outside. Windy and cold." he stated as he put his stuffs in a small locker. He went to the television and turned it on at a certain channel. Austin couldn't work in any condition when there was no noise, so he placed a TV in the kitchen which I found weird because he got through his exams in a total dead silent room. "What are you doing?" he asked me with his accent.

"Just a sandwich, it's pretty calm out there anyway."

"Mondays are always slow. It is quite fair that you don't work. My mom is in front not doing a thing." chuckled Austin before making himself a lunch. I looked at the TV and saw a familiar face which made me frown.

"Austin, can you turn up the volume, I can't hear a thing." he gave me the remote and I pressed the volume button, hearing the interviewer talking and presenting a song.

"That's Connect 3." he said worried. I turned my head him, asking why he sounded like that. "If it's Connect 3, there's Mitchie. They are going on tour together."

I looked back at the TV as the performance started. It showed Nate or whatever his name is and the rest of the band, before they showed Mitchie as she started singing. That's when I saw how different she was. Her hair was lighter and she had highlights. She wasn't into her dark color days anymore. She was a totally different person which made my heart jump. Not because I thought she didn't look good. Actually, she looked beautiful, no matter how much she changed outside. My heart jumped because I didn't recognize her. She still had the most amazing voice, the most amazing smile and a great energy while singing, she just didn't look like herself.

"I didn't wanna say 'I'm sorry' for breaking us apart. I didn't wanna say 'It was my fault' even though I knew it was. I didn't wanna call you back 'cause I knew that I was wrong."

I listened to the lyrics carefully. It was the first time I heard one of her songs that was from her album and I felt guilty. She probably felt guilty because now, I know what that she felt sorry, but I felt guilty for not supporting her. I don't want to support her, but her record was going great, and I felt bad because I wasn't a part of it. Even if the song was a duet, it wasn't a important, I knew that it was a part of our story that was told which made me feel empty inside. I was eating and I lost appetite when I saw her got to the piano and as she began singing the next lyrics with the other dude.

"Listen baby, never would have said forever if I knew it'd end so fast. Why did you say 'I love you' if you knew that it wouldn't last? Baby, I just can't hear what you're saying, the line is breaking up. Or is that just us?"

This caught me again, that's exactly what I was wondering, I don't know if she really loved me. Hell, I never once asked myself this question until she left. Not even in my head but I found myself thinking. Damn you Mitchie, I really hope you're thinking the same because I want you to feel as much as I feel. I watched her performance that was slowly coming to an end and tears were slowly building in my eyes. Another reason to say 'Damn on you Mitchie', you're making me cry again even if you're not there.

"One in the same, never to change, our love was beautiful. We got it all, destined to fall, our love was tragical. Wanted to call, no need to fight, you know I would lie. But tonight, we leave it on the line."

FLASHBACK (NO'S POV)

"I always wanted a kiss in the rain, you know, just to see what it feels like."

A storm was set over New York City which made the girls being stuck inside Mitchie's house, not that one of them minded. Mitchie was sitting on her couch with her guitar and sheet of paper. Power went off and Alex was sitting by the window, commenting, complaining about the weather. They had lit a few candles and as much as Alex wanted to cuddle with her, Mitchie was focusing on a new song. That's until Alex's revelation, made Mitchie looked at her. She put her guitar aside and went to Alex. She was sitting on a stool, her back turned to her girlfriend. Mitchie was smiling softly and wrapped her arms around the girl's neck, kissing her cheek on the way.

"Since when?" She felt Alex shrugged.

"I just watched that stupid romance movie with my mom the other night. The Note something.. And they had a kiss in the rain then I asked myself if it really was as romantic as they show it when we were in real life."

"No, because, obviously, none of us would be that romantic."

"Well, maybe you won't. You're romantic only when needed." said back Alex which caused Mitchie to get in front her.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"That means that you can't be the romantic kind when you don't feel like it." Mitchie sent her an offended look. "Don't take it personal, it's just honest. You want me to be honest with you, there you go."

"Well, in that case. Honesty sucks." She walked to the front door furiously and took her coat from the closet while Alex ran after her.

"What are you doing?" She watched her girlfriend passing her arms through the sleeves. "No, Mitch-.. You're not going outside, that's insane! You'll get sick!"

"You want romantic? Then I'll wait outside until you think. Twice, about what you said. Come get me when you're done." She opened the door, going outside in the pouring rain.

"What? Mitchie, don't be stupid!" The door closed loudly making Alex jumped. She ran her hand through her long brown hair and went into the living room and looked out the window. She saw Mitchie standing on the side walk. Walking back and forth like she didn't care that it was raining above her heard. Alex groaned with frustration before running through the door, running to get Mitchie outside.

"Mitchie, you're being ridiculous! Fine! You win! You're the most romantic person I've ever met! Now, can you please get inside? I'm wet, it's horrible!"

Mitchie smiled and went to her before taking her face in her hands and placed her mouth over Alex's with force. Alex placed her hands on her waist holding her closer as Mitchie placed her arms around her neck, getting on her tip toes. She deepened the kiss. When they were out of breath, they pulled away. Mitchie was staring into her eyes with love and amusement while Alex was simply smiling like an idiot.

"I guess we were destined to fall. Our love is kind of beautiful with your tragic scenes at time." Alex giggled.

I looked down at the table and closed my eyes. I didn't want to let those idiotic tears fall when I knew that they were going to Mitchie. It was useless to cry for her because she would never know about it. I hate how much she forgets about me, I hate how she makes me feel like shit and I mostly hate that I can't stop loving her after all those months. It was the first time I saw her, even if it was on TV, it's not like I cared, I saw and my heart fell. I suddenly got angry as I furiously wiped those tears away and focused back on my food.

"We leave it on the line, my ass. How many times have you sang this song?" I mumbled in a quiet tone, but I was furious. I felt a hand on my shoulder that made me turn around and look up. I saw Austin giving me a warm look.

"It's going to be alright, Alex. You'll get over her." I shook my head as some tears escaped from my eyes again.

"No, I can't! It's been months! She left when we were in June, Austin! I couldn't get over her during the summer, I couldn't get over her when school started, I just don't get it." and that's when I let myself cry hard. For the first time in months, I cried. I heard Austin closed the kitchen door and took a seat beside me, rubbing my back gently as I put my head inside of my hands. "I know she doesn't deserve my tears, it's useless to cry for her, but I cannot get over her. I still love her so much, it kills me." I sobbed again. "I don't understand how she can make me feel like crap when we're now in October. I miss her so much, but I'm so mad at her at the same time, it confuses me!"

"Alex, it hard but-" Austin tried to explain, but I had to cut him off, this time looking at him with my puffy and red eyes.

"But I don't want hard! I want it to be easy! She could have told me instead she put into shit, making me feel like shit and she got all the fame and happiness!"

"Alex, what makes you think she's happy?" I looked at him as he gave me a concerned look. "You know all celebrities are cover up, even her. She seems happy because her fans are here and because she's in front the camera, but what's up behind the close doors? I can't promise you she will come back, but she's coming here in November. Well, she'll be in Charlotte, but we can drive there if you want. Just so you can confront her for once." I stared at my best friend unsure. I was still mad.

"No." I said, drying my tears with a napkin that was not too far away. "I'm done." I got up and took my coat to go outside to get some fresh air. I heard Austin running after me and calling my name. I found it hard to believe that I was the only who understands his accent.

"ALEX!" he yelled again as I felt the footsteps going faster like he was running and got in front of me breathless. "What's up with you? One moment you're crying, and then you walk out constantly pissed."

"I have to stop this. I can't keep crying over her all the time, I need to stop putting so much effort into not crying because that's what makes me cry." I explained. That's when I noticed he wasn't wearing his coat, only his shirt. That guy was getting himself so much in trouble because of me. "I'll get over her okay? I'll throw everything that makes me think of her, even some of my clothes if I have to. I want to get over her, I need to get over her. I am not letting her ruin my life."

"So what, you're going to start dating again? Because that sounds like it to me."

"Not now, but I'll end up dating someone else Austin, you know that." He looked down at me softly before taking me in his arms hugging me.

"What did you think of her?"

"Different."

New story, a fresh idea. Makes me feel good :] I am still doing Another First Chance, don't have to worry about this. It's a little bit different from my actual writing, but I'm growing inside of it. Hope you all like it :]

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