It must have been a reflex, because just as fast as the grin set upon his face, it disappeared.

I looked down at my feet, breaking the eye contact and stifled in place. Even if I couldn't see him, I knew him well enough to know he hesitated before I heard him storm up the stairs.

I was surprised when he didn't stop once he reached the top, and I was even more surprised when I felt his warm arms wrap around me. a smile crept up my face, and I snuggled into him. it was all better now. Jason was home, and it felt like whatever had happened was unimportant. The anger built up inside me disappeared as Jase continued to hold me close, not letting go.

I didn't even notice when I started crying and when he felt the moisture in his chest, he pulled away, took a look at my face and started rubbing circles in my arm, trying to comfort me. after a couple seconds he pulled me back into him and picked me up, taking me to his room. The room I hadn't set foot upon since he'd left. That place I missed so much.

He closed the door behind us with his foot, and walked towards the leather couch. He gently sat down without letting go of me, and set me so my head rested on his lap. He rubbed circles in my head, all the while humming a tune I never heard before.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Uh huh," I managed to let out as I snuggled into him. "Don't leave me again, ever," I begged as I tried to get a better hold of him.

We remained like that quite a long time. We didn't talk, even if we had a lot of catching up to do. No, that could wait. I missed him so much; I just needed to spend some time with him. After a while I started drifting off to sleep, but I didn't want to go to sleep. I wanted to stay with Jason, so I didn't move. And when he checked to see if I was still awake, I pretended to be sleeping. He carefully lifted my head off his lap and got up, placing a pillow under me. He headed out the room, and a couple seconds later I stood up, and walked over to his bed before lying down, too tired to walk all the way to my room.

When Jason walked in the room, I was already snuggling in his bed. he carefully set his bag next to the door, and walked over to me. he kneeled next to the bed, and reached over to me. He stroked my hair and I opened my eyes.

"Want me to take you to your bed?"

I shook my head.

He chuckled lightly. "Okay."

Jason carefully slipped into bed next to me, and he draped an arm over me, rubbing circles on my back until I fell asleep.

"Night Mitchie."

I was too tired to even reply. I'm not sure I was even fully conscious. I didn't understand how id gone so long without seeing him, and I wondered if it would ever get any easier.

Ugh. Im a terrible really into the story, and I want to keep on writing… but im afraid I will take some time… I was pissed off my mind on new years and I kissed my best friend… and when I saw him yesterday I wanted to DIE. I wanted the ground to crack open and swallow me. and everyone kept teasing me… I hate my life. Anyways. I hope that wasn't too awkward. This story isn't exactly fictional.. and I based mitchie and jason's relationship on my relationship with my brother. And yes, we are that close. And I do sometimes crawl into bed with him when I cant sleep.. or I have a bad dream… I just don't want anyone to think theres anything going on between them because it was mentioned on the first chapter that they thought they were a couple until Jason said 'lil sis'… No incest. I promise.

Im cutting the chapter sort because the next one is just a conversation about mitchie and Jason. They catch up, they talk about summer.. and the band.. and the record deal. And for some reason… mitchie decides to keep a secret from jason… so what will it be?

It's the shortest chapter yet.. but I promise the next one will be worth the wait.