ALEX'S POV

"English literature wasn't as perfect as French literature or so, that's what people thought."

November 1st

It's been three months since I started my college days, and I tried to do my best to focus. I love English and French literature, but Mr. O'Connell was one of the few teachers that always complained about everything. I complain too, just not as much as him. I was in class with my laptop in front of me as I typed down some notes. Austin was beside me, doodling in a notebook when his laptop was open. He never took notes when we were in literature. He was the only one who didn't because he mastered in this which surprised me because he looked like he loved it so much. Last month was a hard one for me. I threw all of Mitchie's stuffs I brought with me away. Some shirts she gave me or some that she passed. Everything that could make me think of her was out of my apartment. I did so much just to move on from her. I even changed the whole decoration in there. It made me feel better, it kept my head somewhere else. I really wanted to move on and I think I reached my goal. She was coming to Charlotte in 5 days. It didn't make me feel safe. She was only two hours away from me, luckily, she didn't know I lived in Wilmington. I didn't miss her, I'm forgetting about her. She's slowly fading and I was convinced that it was for the best. I had amazing friends that we were making me forget about her, they were doing well. They tried to set me up with some people. Boys and girls. All of them were into me, I was the one with the problem. I just thought, each time, that it was too early for me to start dating someone else again. They were all great dates, I couldn't find one single wrong thing about each of them. Austin was by my side all the time. He never brought Mitchie up or the Connect 3 dudes. He did bought their albums though but that didn't bother me. It was his choice.

The class was dismissed and everyone got up. Austin yawned and stretched which made me, once again, give him an annoyed look. He could at least pay attention but I knew that even if I told him that, nothing would change. I out my laptop in its bag and put it over my shoulder before heading out. It was my last class of the day and Austin's too. One thing that kept us close was all those classes we had. We talked joyfully, getting a coffee from across the streets before sitting down at one of those tables.

"Why are so focus?" Austin asked me while he stirred his coffee.

"Unlike you, I'm not that good when it comes to literature, so I need to study." Austin nodded and grabbed his laptop and I heard a man voice talking as I check my messages on my phone. The thing with my best friend right her is that when there's silence, it's never awkward. It's actually pretty comfortable which makes me feel safe. "They'll be here the 6th." I raised my head from my phone, knowing what he was talking about.

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked with a shaky voice. He looked up from the video and he was watching and turned the screen to me. I pushed it away. "I don't want to watch it."

"You're sure? It talks about past relationships. Her new song." I shot him a hurt look. He was challenging me, just by his voice, it looked like it.

"I don't want to." I replied more firmly even though I was dying to see it somehow. "I thought you were going to help me get through it."

"And that's what I'm doing. It's a test, my friend." He glared at me again with his lips curled into an evil grin. I looked away, clearly hurt. I know, as much as he wanted to help me, he knew it hurt. "Just check it out, you won't be disappointed." I shook my head, not sure about what I should do.

"I don't know, Aust-" He pressed play and the interview started. I rolled my eyes and made myself watch.

"Young rockstar Mitchie Torres has definitely taken the road of fame. The 19 year old singer has been touring with famous 'Connect 3' for a month now and will be in Charlotte this weekend. This tour is too promote 'Connect 3' newest album, but it doesn't stop Miss Torres to put her own touch it.

During Mitchie's performance last night when they were in Atlanta, the girl let out a few tears during a song. The song did not appeared on her record. She presented it as a last minute song because she wrote it a few nights ago. We have exclusive footage of the night. Here it is."

Again, for the second time to me, she appeared with a smile on her face, guitar in her hands. That surprised me again. I could recognized that guitar from anywhere. I gave it to her for her 18th birthday. One of the few presents. It was black and red, I designed the whole thing myself. Her name was written on the fretboard and I made a design that was my name as a signature on the back of her guitar. I did it so she could remove my name at anytime she wanted, but as the video continued, she turned around to grab a bottle of water and saw my name on it. My heart fell again, I couldn't believe she kept it. I could feel the tears coming, but they didn't fall this time.

VIDEO PERFORMANCE

"How are you guys enjoying so far?" The cheers went wild as she laughed. "Okay, I am supposed to let the stage for the boys now, BUT, I got a surprise." Someone set the microphone for her as she grab a guitar pick and slowly strummed it. "A few nights ago, I've written a song with a close friend of mine. It is not on the record, but I wanted to play it for you guys because I love you." She giggled as the crowd continued to scream and clap. "So, the song is called 'World Of Chances' another personal experience, but it's a little bit more from the other person's point of view, a little bit of mine. Hope you like it."

The lights went out and a blue, yellow-ish one hit Mitchie as she slowly began to play. The whole stadium grew quiet, but we could hear cameras flashing, taking pictures of this specific moment. She approached the microphone slowly with her eyes closed then her angelic voice was heard.

"You've got a face for a smile, you know? A shame you waste when you're breaking me slowly, but I've got a world of chances for you. I've got a world of chances for you, I've got a world of chances. Chances that you're burning through."

Tears were still burning through my eyes. My heart was clenching as held my breath to not let out a sob. I focused on her performance and the lyrics filled my ears again.

"I've got a paper and pen. I go to write a goodbye and that's when I know I've got a world of chances for you, I've got a world of chances for you. I've got a world of chances. Chances you were burning through."

I watched as the video continued playing. That's when I noticed at the exact same moment, that she was crying on stage. Well, not technically crying, but some tears were falling. The lights made it pretty much evident. I wasn't exactly sure about the lyrics, but I knew they were talking about me again. Not that it was annoying, but it bothered me. First, because that meant that she still felt something. Second, because I didn't want her to think about me this much when I was thinking about her less and less everyday.

"Oh, I'm going my own way. My faith has its strength again. Oh, it's been too hard to say. We've fallen over the edge again. We're at an end, we're at an end."

It was getting harder and harder each minute I watched this. Austin was looking at it too with a worried stare. It didn't seem so surprising to him. He predicted the way I was going to react, I'm sure. I was even sure that was why he made me listen to her performance. Out of all my friends, Austin was the only one that understood how hard it was for me to move on. He always saw that I never really stopped loving her. I love her, maybe a little less, but I just stopped missing her. I stopped wondering if she was okay, if she ever thinks about me or if she ever cared. I love her, I always will. Just not the right way anymore. I've done all the rights to the wrongs which made me feel great and lonely.

"Maybe you'll call me someday. Hear the operator said the number's no good and that she had the world of chances for you. She had a world of chances for you. She had a world of chances. Chances you were burning through." Her head was down as the camera made a zoom on her where you could see her face perfectly. She kept her down to hide the noticeable tears. Until she lift it and sang the last line. "You've got a face for a smile, you know?"

"You still don't want to go see her?" Austin asked as he stopped the video. He closed his laptop, now glaring at me with a soft look on his face. I stared at him, wiping the tears from my eyes that didn't fall and sent him a smile.

"No, if she wants to talk to me, she'll talk. I'm not the one who has to make the first step in this story."

"Alright. If you change your mind, just call me, I'll be happy to give you a ride." he offered with a grin on his face as he got up taking his bag with him, ready to leave.

"Where you going?"

"It's 7 already. I have to go home. Family is coming over, you know, the one who don't understand a thing about my accent." he chuckled. I laughed, I couldn't believe that I only knew him for only 4 months and I was the one who understood his accent the best. It was a cute one and it was different. "But you can stop by if you want. My mom kept talking about you to them more than she ever talked about me."

"I'll see, have a good time, dork." I said playfully.

"I am not a dork! I'll catch you later, baby doll." Austin sent me one last smile before walking away. He was the only one that could call me any names and I wouldn't get pissed and only because of that, most people in this town thought we were dating. Austin was offended by the idea when to me it only made me want to puke. We never imagined the idea of us dating and that wouldn't come any time soon. I suddenly got bored and looked around. I saw a magazine laying on the table next to mine and pick it up. I rolled my eyes when I saw Mitchie on the cover, and open it and flipped through it when my phone rang. I smiled again, seeing that it was Justin calling me. I missed my family. I wish they were close to me, physically a little bit more.

Mitchie's POV

"Thank you! South Carolina rocks!"

November 5th

The stadium cheered again as I walked off the stage. Nate was waiting for me as I arrived backstage and gave me a hug. He was the only one in the band that was there to watch the whole show. The others were as supportive but they prefered to relax in there dressing rooms before kicking off the stage. Tour has been great, the team was incredible, crowds were amazing and I really thought I was dreaming each time I was in front of them. I was nervous the first night when we were in Los Angeles, but then we continued to tour and I wasn't nervous anymore, I was excited. Every song I performed were my personal kind of power to be on stage. They were all about Alex and I, and I saw some fans posting videos of my performance on the web. I was just hoping she would see them.

"You did great as always." said Nate as he pulled away. He gave me a bottle of water and I smiled, thanking him. "Why didn't you perform the song you sang in Atlanta a few nights ago?" I drank the water before sending him a death stare and walking away towards my dressing room with him following closed behind.

"Nate, don't play dumb with me. You're the first one who noticed I was crying on stage when I sang it." I replied, sitting down on the couch while I tried to take off my heels. He send me a confused look.

"Yeah, and you told me you wanted her to know what you felt! If you want her to know, sing it every night."

"Nate, I don't know. It makes me sick, crying all the time." I took my shoes and put them aside and brought me feet on the couch, glaring at Nate. He was still standing, looking down at me.

"Mitchie, every singer has that specific song where they get really emotional. Doesn't matter if the song is soft or loud." he explained, sitting down on the floor next to the couch. "Even me, if you haven't notice. A Little Bit Longer is mine and I try to make a difference by performing it every night. I cry but who cares? Crying just shows how vulnerable and strong you can be."

I stared at Nate the whole time he was talking. Then I looked away, staring at the wall in front of me. Someone knocked on the door and Shane's head appeared, telling Nate that they were hitting the stage in 10 minutes. Nate looked at me one more time, before getting up. I wished them good luck and my door closed. I took the remote from the table and turn on the TV. It showed the performance of the boys when they were on stage. They added a few new songs to the set list. I got up and quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and sat back down on the couch as the show started. Putting my laptop on my knees, I wondered when I was going to change my background image. It was a picture of me and Alex. Her forehead was on mine as she kissed my nose. I could remember that day as if it was yesterday.

FLASHBACK (NO'S POV)

Both girls were in vacation. It was spring break and they'll be graduating in less than three months. They were laying on the grass. Alex's head was on Mitchie's chest and her arm was securely dropped over her stomach while Mitchie's was around her shoulders. They were giggling, having a good time. They were a happy couple, they had their moments but to them, the relationship became more surprising, even more funny and even more stronger because of them. Alex was telling Mitchie about how school was killing her and how Harper made read and how horrible it was. Mitchie just laughed and kissed her forehead, making Alex turned her head towards her, smiling lightly.

"What was that for?" Alex asked with an amused tone.

"You're cute when you always complain about everything." whispered Mitchie as Alex laughed.

"It's true though, I don't read!" she defended herself. "Harper is just pushy at this time of the year, that's it."

"That doesn't make you the right to be always negative." Alex stared at her again with an offended. "But I get it, it's you, I can't change it." Alex smiled and replied a proud 'Thank you.'. Mitchie stared at her with a dreamy look which made Alex looked at her with a little bit of blush.

"What?"

"You should smile more often, you know that?" Alex's smile passed from wide to soft.

"Why are you telling me this?" Mitchie shrugged and kept on smiling at her girlfriend.

"I just wanted you to know." Alex grinned and raised her head and pressed her lips to Mitchie's, getting on top of her, straddling her hips. She felt Mitchie smile under the kiss which made her pressed harder. Mitchie sucked her bottom lip and passed her tongue on it, asking for entrance. Alex pulled away and looked at her with a surprise look.

"Aren't you the one who didn't to do 'too much' when we were outside?" Mitchie chuckled and pecked Alex's lips. Alex leaned her forehead against and kissed her nose lovingly. "I love you."

"I love you too." and Alex kissed her nose once again when they heard a photo being taken which made me them looked at the direction of the sound and noticed Harper with a camera in her hand giggling.

"Sorry, you guys are too cute together. This moment had to be taken!" she said coming towards them. Alex scoffed and got off Mitchie.

Mitchie chuckled, "You better sent me a copy of it."

MITCHIE'S POV

I was brought back to reality when I heard the Connect 3's new addition to their set list. I've heard it before. It was Please Be Mine. The first song they ever written together and it was one of their best. I picked up my guitar and began to strum slowly when my mom burst into my dressing room.

"Mom, you're alright?" I asked worried. She always knocked on my door, either at home or in my dressing room. She knew that it got me pissed when she didn't. The only one who could do it was Alex. I really did miss her…

"I just talked to Theresa." I looked at her, nodding. "We'll be in North Carolina tomorrow, then we'll have a whole week break. You know Alex is in North Carolina right?" I shook my head negatively and went back to the song I was trying to write. I sighed as my mom closed the door behind her.

"I don't want to talk about her."

"She now lives in Wilmington and we are going to pass by the city. How about we stop and I say hi?" asked my mom with a joyful tone.

"No, mom, I don't think that's a good idea." I replied looking at her as she asked why. I scoffed. "You're kidding me right? I doubt she still want to talk to me!"

"Well, that's your mistake, sweetheart. When are you going to be brave and mature enough to go and fix it? You cannot hide from her forever. I don't care how many times you're going to tell me this, but all of us, that means Nate and I," I rolled my eyes, looking away from her. "We both know that you are still in love her, you miss her and you will fix this mistake." And with that, she stormed out.

I've been hurt. In any sense of the term, I have been and I am hurt. I hurt myself because of stupid questions my head kept asking. It's weird since I'm the one who left and the one who has the bad label. I deserved them though, Alex did nothing wrong. She tried to call me a few times, I'm the one who never picked up. She sent me a few mails, I never wrote back. She tried to contact me for a whole month, then I guessed she gave up. The whole recording for my album was a though thing. I've written one song with the boys, others with a few writers I met and some by myself. I tried to keep the same subject and tried to alternate. There were still about me and Alex. I received some fan mails that talked about my songs, saying how much they could relate and that made me feel great because I knew that I wasn't the only one who lived through these kind of situations, then it made me feel bad because some felt like Alex. Destroyed and broken or so I thought. I still love her like my mom said. Her and Nate were the only people who were smart enough to notice. Everyday, the urge for me to talk to her was eating me. I missed her so much, I had this box full of things that belonged to her. I kept almost everything. From letters to necklaces. I even brought only one acoustic guitar with me and it was the one she designed for me. All pictures we have taken together were safely saved in my Mac, all her mails were saved too. I was probably the most selfish person ever at the moment. I left my girlfriend behind just to live my dream. I wondered if I actually told Alex about my contract what would have happen. I didn't know, but I knew that probably all the silence between us would have been different. Well, now everything was different, but could I do about it? I could always talk to her when we'll stop by Wilmington. The city was small, but I don't think I'll find her anyways. It was all lost cause from the beginning.

Here's the second chapter. At the moment, I'm having a HUGE block for Another First Chance. I'm just forgetting my ideas :| So, I'm writing this one, but Another First Chance is still my priority :]

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