Decided on doing a Smitchie story for my first. Well, not literally. This is my alternate account, since my other one is known to people that I actually know in real life, so I made this one for privacy. I will tell you right now, that this story will have angst in it. I don't particularly like the stories where the author just lets Mitchie and Shane have an argument, and then they make up easily. Nu-uh, none of that for me. Also, in the beginning, you may think Mitchie's a cold-hearted bitch. But things have happened in the past, and eventually, you'll get her back-story.

All right, here we go.

*The main point of view is Mitchie's; I will do Shane's if you guys request it, or if I feel like it. *

Shane was turning 20 in the backstory, when he appears he will be 25.

Mitchie was 17, broke up with him at 19. She is now 22.

I walked into Starbucks; content that it was a Saturday, and that I could enjoy and cherish my free time. I was going to meet Caitlyn there, since we both hated work and loved Saturdays.

"Hey, Mitchie! Over here!" I glanced over to a table, seeing Caitlyn already settled in with two frappes. I smiled. You know they're your best friend when they know what you want before you know what you want. I quickly strolled over, and plopped down in the seat across from her.

"Hey, Cait. How's life treating you?" I took a quick sip of my drink, propping up my elbows on the table for comfort.

She groaned. "Not very well, my bitch of a boss decided that working overtime yesterday night was a good idea." I took another sip, stifling my laughter.

"At least my boss is nice. Thomas let me off the hook when I accidently came in late the other day."

"Lucky you," she quipped. "For all I know, I'll have to work overtime on Monday too." I grinned. My job at the mall was pretty great. Well, the store I worked at anyway. Caitlyn also worked at the mall, but you know, different stores, different bosses.

We continued chatting for about another 20 minutes before we somehow got to the topic of Nate, my best friend, and Caitlyn's boyfriend.

"How is he?" I asked, anxious of where the conversation might lead.

"He's great, though he wants to see you. It's been long since we 3 have hung out together."

I smiled. "Don't forget Jason."

She grinned. "Yep. Our clueless, air-headed Jason."

Jason was my other best friend, the clueless one out of us four.

There was a moment of silence then, since there was nothing for us to really discuss but the man that broke my heart at 19.

"Have you talked to him?" I asked quietly. Caitlyn quirked her eyebrow at this; I usually didn't like to discuss him.

"No, I haven't. He's usually busy, or just doing other things." Caitlyn was wise enough not to mention his name, knowing I would probably end the conversation right there. It was rare that I would even acknowledge his existence, really.

I sighed, trying to think of another subject to talk about, not wanting to speak about him anymore. I glanced up at Caitlyn and opened my mouth, but I saw her staring at someone with wary in her eyes. I followed her gaze, and speak of the devil; there he was, staring back at me. I caught his gaze, and we just stared at each other for a moment. I slowly morphed my gaze into a cold, hard glare, wanting him to break first. We must have been there for at least 10 minutes before he finally looked away. I turned back to Caitlyn, who had a worried look on her face. I stood up, wanting to go back home. Caitlyn stood up with me.

"Mitchie." I ignored her.

"Mitchie!" I started walking outside.

"Mitchie!" I turned around.

Her eyes were determined and worried.

"I know this is hard for you, but you can't run away from him forever. Don't shut me out. Please. Not again."

"I'm not running away from him, Cait. I'm just avoiding him." I scowled.

"Yeah, yeah, same difference. It doesn't matter; you can't keep on shutting me out whenever you don't feel like talking or seeing him. Scratch that, I don't think you've ever wanted to see him…" She looked deep in thought, trying to remember a time that I've faced him since the incident. I gave her a pointed look, which she caught.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop pestering you. Just promise me you'll let me go back home with you, and you won't shut yourself off from the rest of the world."

I sighed. Caitlyn knew me. She wouldn't stop annoying me until I promised, since I never broke promises.

"Fine. I promise." I muttered, stalking off in the direction of the place I called home. Caitlyn ran up to catch up to me, obviously concerned about how I would deal with the situation. On the walk home, I started thinking about how this all got started in the first place. I guess I'll tell you how it all happened, then.

I was in love, really. He was perfect. Imperfectly perfect. We had rekindled our friendship after Final Jam; we were happy together. Or so I thought.

We were the perfect couple. The media even gave us the 'Smitchie' title, supporting us in most of our troubles. Shane and I dated for about 2 years, up until I was 18. There were rumors of him cheating on me with Hayley Williams, one of the blond skanks that just happened to be famous in Hollywood. It was never confirmed, and he always assured me that it wasn't true. Me, being the naïve teenager I was, I believed him. I thought the media were just trying to rake in some money, creating scandals that seemed true but were not. How wrong I was.

On the day of his birthday, we were at a party. I had lost him due to the club being packed and all. I asked a few people if they saw him go somewhere, and followed their clues to the patio. There, my world shattered. I saw Shane making out with Hayley, seemingly enjoying it too. Tears had welled up in my eyes, and my trust and belief in him completely broke. I stifled a sob as I ran. Shane realized I was there, running after me. We had talked it out, and he showered me with adoration and gifts, wanting me to forgive him. And me? I did. Because I was dumb.

The next year, I caught him cheating again. I forgave him, but I warned him that one more time, and we were over. He seemed to understand now. But of course, you couldn't trust a man that had already cheated on you twice, because the third time would mean no difference to him. What made things worst was that he had cheated on me on my birthday. Yep, you heard me right. My birthday. It was officially set as the worst day of my life, and I dread my birthday to the present time.

We were celebrating at my parents' penthouse that I had managed to afford after recording a few songs and selling them with Connect 3's album. This time, instead of losing Shane, I was just walking around and ended up in my room. Worst yet best mistake that I have ever made. If I hadn't, then perhaps we would still be together. But he would still be cheating on me behind my back if I hadn't. It was for the better, I suppose.

We broke up that night. He had pleaded with me, supposedly 'being pressured' into doing so. He had hurt me, used me, and simply didn't care. After breaking up with him, I broke off all contact with him, but I hadn't broken it off with Nate and Jason. They were still important to me. Shane, however, was not.

He tried contacting me, no matter what he had to do, for over a year. I always evaded him. I grew cold over the next two years, and remaining that way to this day.

And there you have it, my life story. Well, not really. But this certainly does explain what happened to me, and how I changed.

Sometimes I'm so different from the happy, cheerful person I used to be that even I myself don't understand it.

Life was better back then, really. I was content and happy with Shane. But I suppose he wasn't content with me. Why else would he go out and cheat on me with Hayley? There wasn't any other reason.

I sighed, shaking my head out of my thoughts. Caitlyn and I had finally arrived at the apartment. It was nice and cozy, also bought out of my funds that I had raised from my songs. I waved to the doorman, going up the elevator to the 10th floor. My apartment, or penthouse, rather, had a great view of Manhattan. I swiped my key card and scanned my fingerprints, since I had paid for better security. I dropped off my stuff and went to change.

"You gonna stay over?" I asked Caitlyn, not sure of what she wanted to do.

"Sure. Can I borrow some PJs though?" I nodded, going in my room and picking out a random top and pants for her. I tossed it while going back out after changing, and prepared some food. I got ready for my date with Netflix, accompanied by Caitlyn, and waited for her to come out into the living room. Whilst waiting, I stared out into the window, deep in thought once more. I wonder what life would be like had Shane actually loved me. I would most definitely be different, and not the colder, matured person I am today. Would I be happy? I'm not sure. Would life be better? I'm not sure about that either. I kept on pondering these things, wondering how contrasted the two lives I could have led are.

This chapter is not where the angst starts. Keep that in mind. It's just the beginning, to give you a little backstory on what has happened. I have things planned out, and just for fun, I'll give you a little teaser.

Spoiler:

"Please" he begged.

I shook my head.

"I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to cheat on you. I don't want anything anymore, I'm miserable. I only want you!" He cried.

I'll try to update as soon as I can. But me, being the ass I am, will probably take a while to do so. Remember that school is also on my schedule, and I did a damn grade skip, so all this shit I'm dealing with is stressful.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this. There's more to come.

~Kry