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"Mitchie, I... I just—I can't. I can't be your Maid of Honor." I breathe out honestly.

"Of course you can't. Don't even know why I asked..." Is she trying to make me feel bad? God, this is so fucked up. The emotional roller-coaster that I've been riding with the girl on the other end of the line, it's too much. I don't know if I'll be able to handle much more of this. I want it all or nothing.

"You can't have your cake and eat it too, Mitch." I tell her softy, not wanting to upset her with high volume. As much as I want to hate her right now, I can't bring myself to hate someone so wonderful. She's only doing what she thinks is best for herself, I'm not going pin it against her.

Unexpectedly, I hear beeping in my ear. "What is that?" I hear her ask as I check the screen on my phone. Steve's calling. We exchanged numbers earlier so that we could talk more.

"Stephen's calling, hang on a second, okay?" She asks who Stephen is, but I click over without answering. "Hello?"

"Hey, Mikayla. I was just wondering how things went with Mitchie?" Wow, that's really nice of him to call and check up like that.

I smiled, though he couldn't see me. "Hi, Steve. And actually, I—I'm on the phone with her right n—"

"Oh! Don't let me interrupt! Go talk to her. What do you say we meet for coffee, same place, before work? You can tell me all about what happened." I chuckle at his curiosity about my phone call with Mitchie, and quickly agree before hanging up and switching back over to the other line.

"Mitchie? You there?"

"So what did Stephen want?" She inquires, as if she knows Steve.

I humor her and answer the question. "We're just meeting for coffee in the morning before we head to work. He, um—he works with me."

She's quiet for a moment, but says, "Hm... cool. What coffee shop?"

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When I arrive at Coffee Me Crazy, I notice that Steve's already sitting at a table with his cup. He sees me and smiles, I do the same before ordering a Café Mélange for myself.

"So..." He says as soon as I sit down. I assume that he's talking about Mitchie, but I play dumb and act like I have no clue as to what he's referencing to. "The phone call? With Mitchie? How'd it go?"

"Well, she's marrying him, it definitely wasn't a typographical error." He offers a sad smile as if to say, 'I know how you feel, I'm sorry.' and it makes me feel a little bit better. "Oh! And you know what the best part is? Just guess." Before he even gets his first thought out, I blurt, "She asked me to be her Maid of Honor! I mean, what the hell is her problem?" I pause, catching my breath. "Why doesn't she get it?" My voice was getting softer and her could tell that I was about to break.

Steve covers my hand that had been resting atop the table with his own. He looks at me with hopeful eyes. "Mikayla, you're one of the few people I know who isn't bitter, or harsh, or rude. You still believe in happiness and love. I know you do, I can see it in your eyes, as cliché as it sounds. I want to help you... You deserve to keep the one thing people search their whole lives for; love." I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. "I don't want you to turn into one of those people who hates the world for what you've lost."

I smile, and a tear slips. "Thanks, Stephen. It means a lot, really."

He stands up, gesturing for me to do the same. When I stand, he pulls me into a huge bear-hug. The kind that comforts you, but doesn't suffocate you. It feels nice. Stephen's a really good guy, and I'm glad that we got the chance to become friends in only twenty-four hours.

I cling to his lavender button-up shirt, not wanting to let go of the safety I feel with him. Like everything will get better if he's around. When he says that everything will work out, that everything will be okay, I believe him. I feel a certain connection with him, like we've known each other for years, and I think he gets it. I think he feels it too.

We part slowly, he looks at me with a devilish grin. "I've got a plan that will make it all better..." He begins to tell me his brilliant idea.

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"Dinner at my house, six o'clock! Remember that!" I yell over my shoulder to Stephen as I headed for the elevator.

"Got it!" He screams back as the doors begin to close.

I whip out my cell and dial my mom's cell. "Hey, Sweetie!" I quickly inform my mother that we'll have three extra guests for dinner. It's three in the afternoon, and Steve gets off hour later than I do. Mitchie was probably out doing wedding related things—God only knows what brides go through—hopefully she could come.

I hung up with my mother and dialed Mitchie's number. "Hey!" She answers, sounding like she just ran a marathon.

"Hey... What're you doing at six tonight?"

"Oh, uhh... Henley and I were just going to—"

"Well cancel all of your plans! You an—and Henley are invited to have dinner at my house." I tell her eagerly. She complies and we hang up.

Tonight has to be perfect; it has to be believable.

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What do you think Steve's plan is?

And, okay, yes, it's short... BUT! I do have my reasons! One of them being, this chapter is setting up the next—which might be the last—chapter. And the other reason? It will be in... drum roll, please... Mitchie's POV! GASP! Dun dun dun! You should be excited, it will be... intense! Hopefully. And it will be up SUPER SOON. Pinky swear. Oh, and I really want to start this new story (Demi/Selena, obvs.) based off of this movie that I adore and I think the story could be really cool, so when this one ends, be on the look out for that! All right, I'm going to go now. (: Leave your thoughts!