A/N: Thank you to ersy, NverSayNevr, angellwings, and Standard-An3l for reviewing.

Here's the Smitchie portion of our program and the last installment of "Who are you".

If you haven't read "Novelty", " Never Have I Ever", "Rose Garden", "Painting Wild Flowers", "Sharing", "Winning Roses", "In Sickness", "All in the Timing", "Seconds", "The Campers Catalog", "Her letter", or "Barefoot CinderElla", I would appreciate it if you did.

Feel free to message me or review.

For Logan and Anna


I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know

Do you break things when you get mad?
Eat a box of chocolates 'cause you're feelin' bad?
Do you paint your toes 'cause you bite your nails?
Call up momma when all else fails?


It seemed like nothing was going right for Mitchie today. She had missed lunch because her meetings ran over her lunch break, Shane was on tour, Ella was in Paris for fashion week, Caitlyn was busy producing for someone else, and Tess wanted one of her songs. Well, Vibe wanted Mitchie to give Tess one of her songs. This wasn't the first time nor, she was positive, would it be the last that Vibe would try to negotiate something like this transaction. But, damnit, it was her song.

Nothing had made her feel better today. She always chewed her nails down to little nubs when she was stressed, and they even bled a little today which only made her more upset. So she went and got her toes done; that's usually something she tried to do with the girls while Connect 3 was on tour, but some days just need a little TLC. However, that only dampened her mood when Shane called. Usually, she'd jump for joy when Shane called while he was on tour, but she knew that she wouldn't be very good company and didn't want to make him upset while he was on tour; it wasn't fair to take her emotions out on someone who wasn't even there.

She tried not to think any more about her song dilemma, even going as far to splurge on her favorite gourmet chocolates. What she wasn't expecting was that the taste was bitter on her tongue. Mitchie blanched at the taste and went to take a sip of her water, only to have it spill on to the front of her shirt.

"Mitchie? Mitchie Torres?" A blinding flash went off and she tried to hurry back to her car.

"Mitchie, what can you tell us about you co-writing with Tess?"

Co-write? With that, that, that... bitch? The thought stuck to her and prodded her in all of the most irritating ways on her way back to her house, only to sink her further into the black hole that was Mitchie's Bitchy.

It was in this blind furry that she picked up a vase and threw it against the wall. It felt almost like slow-motion as flowers, water, glass, and those stupid little glass marbles hit the floor with a crash.

She let out a cry of frustration as she watched the water run onto the carpet. So she set out to do what any grown woman would do, clean her shit up. Everything was starting to calm down after she'd cleaned up the water, so she moved on to the glass... only to have a rather thin spike drive down into her nail bed. And just like any grown-ass woman, she stamped her feet, cursed, cried, and pried the stupid shard out of her finger. Then she did what any human would do...


"Mom?" Mitchie sniffed into her cellphone.

"Mitchie? Mija, what's wrong? Did you and Shane have another fight?" Connie rushed, feeling her empty nest syndrome now more than ever. But, Mitchie gave a watery laugh.

"N-no, I've just had a really bad day." She sighed, her mom probably had better things to do than listen to her daughter whine about how life wasn't fair.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" And just like that, Mitchie started rambled and cried about her worse than normal day.

"And then, Shane called. God, mom, I just miss him so much. But I ignored the call, I didn't want my bad mood to hurt him. It's not his fault my day was crap." Connie made a sympathetic noise as she cradled the phone closer to her.

"Oh honey, call him back."

"But" Mitchie checked her clock "he's on stage right now."

"Then leave a voicemail. I promise that it'll make you feel better Mitch." Mitchie smiled, rubbing her eyes and smudging the rest of her make-up.

"O-okay. I love you mom."

"I love you too, mija."


"You have one new voice message... first voice message..."

"H-hey Shane, I'm sorry that I missed your call earlier. Well... I didn't miss it, but that's not the point. I had a really bad day today, and I didn't want to take that out on you. Especially when I'm not there to fix things or you can't talk to me because you've been called away to something else. Sometimes it's just so hard when a huge piece of you is somewhere else, ya know?"

Shane smiled softly. Yeah, he did know.

"But I thought I'd try to tell you about it anyway. I'm mostly done being weepy, I swear."

She'd cried? He frowned, leaning heavily onto the tour bus table.

"It all started when Vibe wanted me to give one of my songs to Tess. It's silly, I know, but this song was- is- special. I- I wrote it for us to sing, but they want her to cover it, and I just got so upset. It stung. But I chewed my nails off- again"

Voice-recording-Mitchie let out an irritated huff before getting back to her message. "So, I went to get my feet done. You know I usually go with the girls, but I just thought I need a little pampering. That's when you called, by the way."

He smiled again, leave it to Mitchie to make that note to him in a voicemail.

"But I got some chocolates too, but they didn't taste right. Then I spilled my drink on me and got swarmed by the paparazzi." Recorded Mitchie sighed again.

"But I brewed the entire way home... and then I broke some stuff, nothing important, I promise. But I called my mom, and she talked me down... and now I'm calling you... with the longest voicemail ever. I love you, and I hope your show was great. Love you,... until the airport."


"You have one new voice message."

"Hey Mitch, I know you're probably asleep. But my show was great. Wow, it seems like your day did suck. I wish you would have answered my call, maybe then some of our stuff would be spared?" Shane's recording and Mitchie laughed at the same time.

"Anyway, I love you and who you are when I can't be there the whole time. I hope today is better, I love you. Until the airport."