Alex woke up to the usual noise of Waverly Place. Vendors shouting their goods, people bustling in and out of bell-clung doors of stores, men and women buying whatever it is they need whilst shouting or talking incessantly. It was Alex's Saturday alarm. She opened her eyes groggily and pulled the pillow away from her face and turned to the nightstand. The clock red 7:15 am. She groaned because she knows she won't be able to go back to her slumber and forget things she needed to forget.
She noticed her phone placed awkwardly on top of her wristwatch and some other bracelets. She took it to position it safely but she accidentally tapped the unlock slide. The screen came to life and informed her she had a message. Oh I don't even wanna know what she texted. Yeah, right. As if. She always knew if Mitchie texted her, she always sensed it. Alex wanted to read and not read the message at the same time but her curious self won over.
Mitchie : Hey, I'm sorry for disturbing you. Just please call me as soon as you wake up. That's if you're not busy. It doesn't matter that you hung up on me. : (
That girl could not take a hint, seriously! Being the considerate Alex (yes, she is considerate but only to Mitchie!) she replied to Mitchie.
I'm up. I've got things to do.
She hit the send option and stowed away her phone for the entire day. Truth be told, Alex didn't have anything to do, she's got her shift moved the next day, but Mitchie didn't need to know that. If there was anything she had to do, that was to get away from Mitchie for a while. She got up from bed, showered and got ready for the day. Alex had no plans in the morning but she and Harper is having a sleepover later. It was her self-medication for Mitchie-heartbreaks.
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Sometimes, people tend to make you feel like they need you. Like they want you all to their selves. They make you wish, stop hiding and be real and they make you promise. Then sooner or later, they make you stop hoping, start hiding and pretending, they make you break your promises. But you don't want to, so you re-promise, you re-wish. And in the end, it all hurts just the same. And in the end, it doesn't matter, because in the end, this cycle repeats. And repeats. And repeats. I hope I'm wrong. That in the end, I get the fulfillment I need.
"So don't break my heart,
I ain't never done -
Nothing to deserve this,
I'm torn apart."
Xoxo
IDon'tSignMyName
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Time seemed to have moved fast and it's now a little past 9pm. Alex and Harper are in Alex's room, munching on some snacks like pickles, Reese's and popcorn much to Harper's annoyance. They decided to watch something fun, well it was more of Alex deciding to watch something fun. She needed all the smile she could do for that day.
"Hey Alex," Harper said as Alex put in the DVD of the White Chicks. The wizard turned around with a questioning look. "Your phone's vibrating." She motioned towards the nightstand that kept Alex's phone as she read some magazines, waiting for Alex to finish loading the DVD. Alex handed the remote to Harper and took her phone, completely forgetting it throughout the day.
9 New Messages
21 Missed Calls
How persistent. I don't even know how I could resist her! She sighed. "Hey Harper, be back in a bit. Gotta make a call." She knows she's just gonna start hurting the moment she hears Mitchie's voice. She's gonna start feeling that tingling in her stomach and at the same time feeling uneasy and at the same time feeling pissed. It's unexplainable but it's something in between she wants and hates. Alex got out of her room and towards the staircase leading to the rooftop. She opened the door and the New York air hit her face, lights of different colors illuminated faintly from places near and far. There were soft noises made by cars and bars but it wasn't that audible. The brick red walls seemed way too mauve in color. She sat down on one of the beach-like seats and opened her messages.
8:05 am, Mitchie: Uhmm... okay... Call me if you have the time... :*
10:32 am, Mitchie: So... just checking up on you. I miss you like hell, Lex. :(
1:16 pm, Mitchie: Hey, please pick up Lexiiiiie. :'(
2:21 pm, Mitchie: I'm sorry for being so annoying and having made that many calls, but I need to talk to you. T_T
3:48 pm, Mitchie: So I know you hate texting a lot, so I'm just gonna wait for your call... zzzzz....
5:37 pm, Mitchie: We just wrapped for today. Not doing anything, so please call me. I feel terrible. :(
6:55 pm, Mitchie: Miss you so much baby girl. Pls call me back! :(
7:25 pm, Mitchie: Eat your dinner, 'kay? :)
9:17 pm, Mitchie: .... I honestly think you're not busy anymore. Please pick up. ;((
So now I'm 'baby girl' again? Wow. Just...wow. How desperate. Wait, why am I being that mean? I'm not like that at her. Argh. The things you do to me Mitchie, it's so frustrating! Alex's wanting and needing side gave in and hit the call option on her phone. It rang just once. Wow, someone's been anticipating.
"Finally!" Mitchie's excited voice boomed over Alex's ears.
"I know," Alex responded coldly as the wind kissed her face.
"Hey, what's the matter?" She asked. Mitchie sounded kind of hoarse with all the singing she had to do on her new movie with the Connect 3 boys at Canada.
Oh gosh, why can't she be that sensitive?! Seriously? "Nothing, just a bad day," Alex tried making her voice sound cheery. Too bad Mitchie knows her too much.
"Yeah right," Mitchie said, her voice sounding more concerned. "Please don't be like that..."
"Don't be what Mitchie?" Alex asked as if she doesn't know what the other girl was referring to. The skies turned a deeper shade of blue as if mocking her situation.
Mitchie sighed, "You're being cold to me again. Like last night!"
"God, Mitchie who wouldn't be when you fuckin' call someone in the middle of the night?!" The wizard raged, her temper suddenly starting to steam out. Alex's forehead scrunched as she bit her lip, trying to stop herself from saying things she knows would hurt Mitchie.
"You can get pissed at most but not cold Alex, not cold," Mitchie replied in defense, emphasizing her point. Alex felt her cheek grow hot. It's what happens when she knows she's nearing over the edge of breaking down.
"......." Alex didn't know what to say. And she's got the nerve to be mad at me? After all those fuckin' pictures broadcasted all over the internet?! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!
"'Lex, what's gotten in to you?" Mitchie asked after Alex's silence, concern evident in her voice. "Huh?"
"Are you kidding me?!" She raged . She cannot contain herself anymore and before Mitchie could give a response, "Y'know what?" Alex paused for a while, "... Forget it." She ended in a sigh as she closed her eyes.
"Look, if I did something wrong, then I'm sorry. Even though I don't have any idea what it is, I'm sorry," the singer replied. It's the only way she could think of saying to her best friend right now as she searches her memory of what she's done wrong to Alex.
"It doesn't matter," Alex coldly answer, holding back her tears and her anger just for Mitchie not to push it. "Nothing does."
"...I'm lost Alex, what do you mean by 'nothing does?'" Mitchie asked, but it was more of a rhetorical question. She just needed answers and she feared to hear them at the same time.
Alex breathed in deeply and tried to think of a way to say things to Mitchie in the most unhurtful way as she could. It's really ironic in that moment for she's the one hurting more, "I don't know if you're that numb," she paused with a gulp and thought hard. "Or you just want to set it aside along with all your fears but I'm done acting like it's okay!"
"Alex...." Things finally started to piece up as a whole in Mitchie's mind, thoughts making meanings and meanings making conclusions. "Alex....please..."
"If you still don't know what I'm talking about, please, go ahead and ask your boys to figure it out," she sarcastically and coldly replied as she hung up on Mitchie for the second time that day.
I so do not deserve her if I'm this stupid. Mitchie thought as tears started to build up and laid against the cold bed of the hotel. Nothing else could be more mocking than that cold feeling pressed against her skin.
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There are things that you know, and you don't want to know. There's a difference. A big difference. And it hurts that you have to hide from your knowledge about it. That you force yourself to forget it, move on and hope that tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. And it cuts deep into you when you know you're the reason why you're hiding, that you're the reason people are affected. Sometimes, people make you feel way too loved that you overdo things, over think things. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe.
I just want to be complete again.
Signed.
Cliche XO
A/N: Oh my gosh. You guys totally made my week. 9 reviews in one chapter as of now. All you guys are amazing! I hope you don't get disappointed with this chapter and those that are coming your chapter is the an important one in some way. I can assure you it would be filled emotions (at least I think it will) so there. And if I don't update anytime next week, that's because it's my hell week and our final exams are due next week. After that, I'm free so I can probably update more after next week. You guys know what to do after reading this, right?
P.S.: If you can name or identify the lines of the song (and the singer) in this chapter, you're awesome. :D
