A/N: I just started writing this the other night, I don't know where it came from. I've been working on it a couple of days now. Anyway, I wanted something a little angsty, but there is an optional ending. Basically, you can either read this chapter and leave it at that or you can read this and then read the next chapter for a happier, more up-beat ending. And no, not reading isn't an option! lol -sigh- This got reported so I had to repost it as Mikayla/Mitchie. I just forgot to change the names the first time XD
I yanked open my front door at twelve o'clock at night to find her bathed in the soft street light, the road behind her distorted by deep shadows of the night. She seemed to be swaying slightly, not quite balanced as she stood on the door step and smiled sheepishly up at me.
"Hey gorgeous" her voice was a little rougher than usual and she gave me an extra goofy grin as she stepped up and slipped inside, her body brushing past mine. My stomach churned at the contact and I quickly shut the door behind her, locking it just to be safe. I turned back to find her stumbling up my stairs, clutching the railing as if the world was spinning. Frowning, I followed after her, getting their just in time to catch her as she toppled backwards.
"Mitchie.." I whispered, my voice sounding weary and tired "please tell me your not drunk". She turned round in my arms so she was facing me, dark hair falling in front of her beautiful face. I could feel her breath as it rustled her dark brown locks and blew across my skin.
"Not… drunk. Off course I'm not.. well, maybe a little.." she mumbled incoherently, her lips coming steadily closer to mine. Finally I managed to get a hold of myself and pull away, putting a distance between us. I watched her bright smile melt into a frown before she turned and trudged the rest of the way up the stairs, dragging her black leather boots across my deep blue carpet like a sullen child.
I steered Mitchie into the kitchen, pushing her down into a seat at the table before wandering of to find her a glass. Why on earth was she drunk? This wasn't like Mitchie at all. I shook my head feebly, reaching up on the tips of my toes to open up the top cupboard and pull out a tall glass. How many times had I taken out two glasses for us, filling them with lemonade or chocolate milk while we sat up and watched movies or just talked for hours on end? I smile pulled at the edge of my lips as my mind was filled with memories of times long past with my best friend.
"Mick?". I walked over to the sink and turned on the tap, listening to the shrill screech as the water began to pour that was so familiar. The quiet kitchen was filled with the tap tap tap of her shoes on the cold tiles as she came up behind me. I could feel her standing less than a centimetre away though I refused to look, instead staring intently at the rising water filling up the glass.
I was concentrating so much on her presence and the feel of her breath on the back of my neck that I was paying no attention to what was in front of my eyes. Soon the glass was over flowing, cool liquid spilling onto my hands and splashing into the metal of the sink.
"What?" I asked, quickly turning off the tap and reaching for the tea towel beside me to dry of my hands. Her hand reached out at the same time, clasping mine gently but firmly and pulling me back towards her. That familiar buzz started up in my stomach like it always does when we touch, a feeling that makes my head spin and my skin tingle like I'm on fire. That's when I feel most alive, when we touch.
"Mitchie, please don't…" I murmured, keeping my eyes on her fingers as they traced over the soft lines in my hand. It feels so right, her hand in mine, being that close. That's where I always want to be, right beside her. Her other hand reaches up and combs through my hair, twisting it round her finger,
"I need you Mickey. I want you back. I can't stand not being with you" she told me, wrapping her arms around my waist and just holding me there. There's one place I always feel safe and happy and loved and that's in Mitchie's arms. And I gave it up for my career and her career. Singing has always been so important to her and acting is so important to me. Still, it's something we both regret every day. To be truthful, I'd give up the world to be with her. I just want her to be happy though.
"Mitch, you know we can't. We decided to just be friends… after that close call. You know the media would be all over it. Especially now your so well known, with Camp Rock and your album" I told her. With a heavy sigh she grabbed me by the arm and spun me round to face her. Hot, salty tears where welling up in my eyes so I kept staring downward, trying to avoid those gorgeous eyes of hers that always draw me in.
"But I love you. And I can't stop… no matter what I do. It hurts Mick, it hurts every time I see you. And I want to kiss you and hold you in my arms and tell the whole world your mine. My heart brakes every time I see you with him…" and her voice began to crack at that point. She put a soft hand beneath my chin and lifted up my head so our eyes were level, stroking across my flushed cheek so gently. In a moment it all flashed past my eyes so quickly. The memories of what we were, the times when we where together and happy.
When we where thirteen years old, sitting on her bed back in Texas. Our first kiss. I was nervous, butterflies in my stomach and hands trembling as she took them in her own. She smiled softly to reassure me before leaning forward. My world began to swim, the soft blue of her walls mixing with her deep purple doona cover before my eye lids fluttered closed. My whole body was humming, my lips tingling where they touched hers and slowly I pulled back, still staying close. Our breathing was in sync as we sat staring into each others eyes wearing a pair of matching grins from one ear to the other.
"I've been waiting for you to do that for six years" she breathed softly, squeezing my small hands. I laughed and placed another quick kiss on her lips before collapsing back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. It was perfect, just as I had always imagined it.
We where fourteen, sitting up in our old tree house in her back yard. I was in her lap, eyes closed, just breathing in her scent. It was a warm afternoon and the honey yellow sunlight was streaming in through entrance over us. Her arms where wrapped around my stomach, holding onto me as if she thought I might disappear. We where perfectly at peace in each others arms, half asleep in the afternoon sun.
"I love you" she whispered softly in my ear, and I realized why she seemed so nervous. She'd been trying to tell me all afternoon. I grinned broadly and opened my eyes as I turned around to face her. Her head was leaning up against the splintering wooden boards of the back wall, dark hair tied up in a messy pony tail.
"I love you too" I told her confidentially, leaning forward to kiss her. It was slow and sweet, like that whole summer day had been. Filled with delightful heat and a content feeling like everything was just as it should be.
We where fifteen, sitting on her hotel balcony. She was blushing slightly, holding the guitar in her sweaty hands and trying to take a deep breath. I was seated across from her in the other cheap, plastic hotel chair, waiting patiently. She'd told me she had written a new song and she wanted me to hear it. I was excited as always. I love her songs. Why she was so nervous though, I had no idea. She wasn't usually like this, she was usually so proud and excited to show me her new stuff.
"I wrote this… for you" she told me quietly as she placed her slightly shaky fingers in the right position on the fret board and began to strum softly "She was given the world, so much that she couldn't see. And she needed someone to show her who she could be. And she tried, to survive, wearing her heart on her sleeve, but I needed you to believe..". My smile grew with every word she sung.
"You had your dreams, I had mine. You had your fears, I was fine. Showed me what I couldn't find. When two different worlds collide" she finally looked up at me, eyes meeting mine as she sung. Her voice is the sweetest thing I've ever heard. And maybe it's just because I'm head-over-heals in love with this girl but my god she can sing.
It's just a couple of months ago. I was waiting for her by the elevator and suddenly she came up behind me, wrapping her arms round me in a tight hug. I laughed and spun around, hugging her back. It had gotten to the point that I missed her when we where apart for more than a minute. I ran my hands over the soft material of her grey shirt and paused to just take in the moment before leaning over to press the button.
"I got you something" she told me, holding out a bunch of bright yellow flowers. I smiled softly and took them from her hands as we walked into the elevator and she pressed the ground floor button. The flowers had a sweet but subtle aroma that filled my nostrils and I happily inhaled the scent, she always new just how to brighten my day, especially on a day like that day when the sky outside was grey and miserable. She was a splash of colour in the black and white portrait of my life.
"I love them" I whispered as I leaned over to press a warm kiss against her lips. Her hands slipped around my waist, pulling me closer towards her so I could feel the heat of her body against mine. My stomach lurched as the elevator came to a sudden stop and we pulled apart just before the doors opened smoothly to reveal a mass of reporters waiting for us.
My cheeks burned red and I quickly distanced us, trying to act natural. The whole way to the car I could feel it, the deep anguish we both felt over the situation. Reporters where yelling at us "Are those flowers from Nick?" and "Is it true that your dating on of the Jonas brothers?". I squeezed her hand but she didn't squeeze back, just pulled her hand free and yanked open the door before climbing in.
"Mick" Mitchie whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I used to love the way she did that, letting her finger tips linger over my skin. It sent a shiver down my spine that brought me back to reality.
"Kiss me" she begged, holding on to me so tightly, as though she thought I would disappear. I could smell the alcohol on her breath but I didn't care, I just wished that the remnants left on her tongue where enough to intoxicate me too. I wanted to forget everything but her. Closing my eyes, I leant forward and pressed my lips against hers. It wasn't slow and soft like it used to be, now it was fast and hungry. I was starving for her. Her fingers tangled in my hair and my hands held her waist firmly as we kissed. 'Just for tonight' I told myself 'just one more night…'. But one night would never be enough. I want her forever, until the end of time.