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Ch.10

Mikayla's POV

I'm sitting at the kitchen table with my mom thinking about how tonight's the night. My baby's last concert of her first solo tour! I wasn't able to go to her first, but I'll be damned if I miss her last. I'm so excited! I left her a pretty lengthy voicemail about a week ago, and she called me back this morning. She said she has a surprise for me at the concert! I wonder what it'll be? Let's review the call to see if she gave subtle hints. Hmm... how did it start? Oh yeah! Just like this, I was sitting at the island in the kitchen, watching my mom cook... as usual when Mitch isn't around, then my house phone rang...

My mom started to walk towards it, probably thinking I was too lazy to get up. But I hopped off of the stool and dashed towards the phone, almost knocking her out. "I got it!" I yell at her and she put her hands up as if she were surrendering. She went back to making breakfast. I picked it up, hoping it's Mitchie. "H—hello?" I check to make sure my mother was still preparing the food. Yep.

"Hey, sweetie! I'm sorry I'm just now calling you back. I've been so incredibly busy and I feel terrible for making you wait so long! Please forgive me?" She's adorable. But I'd wait for a billion years if it meant she would accept my apology.

"Only if you forgive me. Hold on a sec, okay?" She complies and I walk down the hallway a few steps, not too far though, I've got a phone with a cord. But just far enough to be out of the kitchen and sit down on the floor of the hallway. "Okay, now what was I saying again?" She chuckles. "It's nice to hear that laugh. I'm so sorry for being stupid. Please take me back?"

"I didn't know we were broken up. I just thought we were on a break." I laugh at her trying to be silly. "Of course I will. After all, you are a trainwreck without me!" She laughs again and I just smile and shake my head, even though she can't see me.

"Shut up! I am not!" That's such a lie. I totally am.

"That's not what you said in the voicema—"

I cut her off from proving her point,"I love you!" I smile, waiting for her to reply.

"I love you too, but you are so a trainwreck without me." Figures. She never gives up. That's one of the reasons why I love her so much. I sometimes act like the stronger one just so she'll have someone to lean on for once, since I'm normally leaning on her.

"Fine. I am. I am a trainwreck without you by my side. Ya happy?" I hear her say 'Yeah' before I continue to change the subject, "So tonight's the night, baby. I can't wait. I already have my outfit picked out and everything!" I hear snickering on the other end.

"Perfect. I'm excited too. I have a surprise for you. I think you'll like it."

"Aww, you're too good to me, baby." I wonder what it is? "I should be giving you surprises." I say. And then it hits me, I'm ready. I'm ready. Ready for what you ask? Ready to be out with my girlfriend. Not the literal out, because we've been out plenty of times, but the figurative out, I've never been.

"You don't need to give me anything, Mik. I've got everything I need. You, and my pipes." Whaaa? Pipes?

"You started smoking? Do you know what that'll d—" She interrupted with laughter.

"No, no, no! My pipes, like, my voice. I swear, sometimes you're totally mental."

"Ohh, well, I'm glad you're not smoking. And I totally resent that last part! But regardless of that, I want to surprise you with something. Something that will benefit our relationship." I say trying to sound mysterious.

"Are we going on a honeymoon?!" Oh jeeze. This girlfriend of mine. A catch, ain't she?

"Baby, we're not married. So no on that one. But you'll find out when you come to my house later. You're still coming before the concert right?" God I hope so. I haven't seen her in forever and a day it feels like.

"Of course! Who do you think I am? And we can get married one day, can't we?" I think I'm melting. I poke myself just to make sure I'm not a liquidy substance. Nope, I'm good.

"One, I think you're the most amazing person I know. Two, I'd love to marry you someday."

"Aww, you so cute... Oh, I've got to get my stuff ready, so we can head home, I'll see you around four-thirty-ish, okay? I'm counting down the minutes! I love you."

"Okay, me too. I love you too. Bye, babe." I hear say 'Bye' and hang up. I stand up so I can put the phone on the receiver just to see my mom standing there leaning against the wall. Shit. I walk to hang up the phone and turn around to face her. "Were you eavesdropping?" I said, giving her the look that says 'What the fuck?'

"Sweetie, I don't think I was eavesdropping, but I do think we should talk. Have a seat at the table."

And that brings us to the present, us sitting here for five minutes now. Not saying a word. It's all quiet, and... and scary. I don't know what she heard, but I know she thinks something is going on. Still quiet. And still scary. You know mom, she's scariest when she's quiet. "Are you going to say anything?"

"Are you dating someone?" She says looking at me. She really calm and collected, I should probably run for the hills. Or to my room. Or out the door. Or... maybe I should answer her.

"I—yes. I am." I tell her, looking away.

"So much so that you love them? And what's their name?" It's Mitchie, Mom! I wish I could tell her, but I don't know how to do so with her here with me, to lead me in the right direction. To guide me. Maybe... if I hint that it is indeed Mitchie that I love, then she'll pick up on it.

"We're really close, Mom. Really close." C'mon, Mother. Don't be stupid.

She stands abrubptly, "Oh God! You aren't having sex are you?! Were you pressured? I swear, I'll chop his—" I stand up too, and grab her forearm.

"Mom! No! I'm not having sex." Jeeze. She can get so crazy sometimes. Should I tell her? That I'm with Mitchie, I mean. Not that she's crazy. She would probably get crazier. And then ground me because I'm gay 'cause I would end up spewing that out and then she'll hate me. That's it! I'm not telling her.

"Oh, thank goodness!" She says patting my shoulder and sitting herself back down. "Then what's going on? Who are you dating?" I guess this is it. She won't hate me, that was my rude conscience speaking. Yeah, that's it. My conscience. I'll tell her.

I look at anything but her. "Well, Mom, I—I'm not quite sure how to tell you this... but..." My eyes start to water as I struggle to get it out in the open, "I—Mitchie and I—we're... well, we're... she's my girlfriend, Mom. We're in love. Please, don't hate me." I let a tear drop fall as I finally look her in the eyes. She's smiling. She raises herself and pulls me up with her. What she does next surprises me. She slaps me across the face. No, I'm kidding! She hugs me. Tightly too. Not a pity hug.

"Oh, honey. I'm so proud of you guys! Did Mitchie tell you first? I was wondering when she would tell you." A feeling of relief washes over me. Wait, what?! She knew?! I mean, my mom. My mom. Of all people? Really? I can't believe that.

"You're kidding me right?" I say as we pull apart, tears no longer present. "You knew and you didn't tell me? Your own daughter! Your own flesh and blood! Rude. That's just rude, I tell ya. R-U-D-E." I half-joke, shaking my head at her while she chuckles.

"Stop being such a drama queen!" I scowl and do that whole hands-on-hips-and-mouth-wide-open thing. "What? You're being dramatic." She tells me and gives me the 'DUH' look. Ya know, that's my least favorite of 'the looks.' It makes you feel so stupid. But I smile anyways, like I don't feel stupid.

"So you're okay with us being... well, us? You know, kissing and hand-holding and other couply stuff that couples do?" She stares at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Couply? I think I need to talk to your English teacher."

"Mom!" I state sternly, eager for her answer.

"Mikayla, calm yourself. I'm fine with it. All of it. I love Mitchie! She's a great kid. And I'm glad you realized that. But honestly, the only thing that would be different from seeing your friendship and then your relationship, would be the kissing. You guys already did all the other stuff. Am I right, or am I right?" I smile at her silliness. But I am way overjoyed than a smile. I feel like I could run a marathon, or swim in the English Channel, or... or do homework, or kiss someone. Someone like Mitchie. Mmm, that sounds splendid right about now.

"Oh gosh. We did not—eh, I guess we did do that stuff already." She nods her head already knowing she was right. "Oh, and Mitch will be here in about an hour. And I think I want to come out with our relationship at the concert tonight, as a surprise. What do you think?" She's silent for a minute or three, before answering me.

"I think that whatever you decide to do, I'm behind you a hundred and ten percent, okay?" Smiles and hugs me then kisses me in the forehead.

"Thanks, Mom." I look up at her and give her a big toothy grin.

"Anytime, Sweetie. Oh! I've got an idea! This going to be priceless! Okay so when Mitchie gets here..." She proceeds to tell me the rest of her 'brilliant' idea. "You in?"

"Hell yeah I'm in!"

"Watch your language!"

"Yes ma'am."

--

I look out the window of my bedroom and see Mitchie's limo coming around the corner. I rush downstairs to tell my mom. "Mom, she's coming! She's coming!" She turns the TV off and gets up off of the couch. She walks to the door while I skip. What? I'm happy! And this plan is going to be priceless.

"Okay, so when I pull you off of her, you have to have real tears got it?" I nod my head opening the and stepping outside. "'Oh, Mother Dearest, will you close the door, please?' Of, course I will. Thank you for asking!" I hear my mom mumble before closing the front door. Gosh, she's so weird sometimes. I keep walking until I'm at the curb by the mailbox. Her limo cam to a stop in font of me. I opened the car door before the driver could even get out. There she is. Giving me that big Mitchie grin.

She steps out in front of me, but not before telling her driver that it's okay to leave. So we're standing here. Just staring at each other about a foot of space between us. I look her over and my breath catches in my throat. She looks even more beautiful then when I left her in New York.

"You look gorgeous." We say simultaneously. She laughs and I smile and grab her hand, entwining our fingers. "C'mon," I say, leading us to the door. I hope Mom is watching. "We've got... catching up to do." We reach the porch and linger for a moment.

"Catching up? We talked on the phone all the time." I smile at her and she tilts her head to the side, still questioning.

"Not that kind of catching up. This kind." I tell her before I bring our lips together. She wraps her arms around my neck and I put my around her waist. Mmm. Mitchie's tongue equals amazing things. Just then the front door opens. Que the questioning mother! Aaand here comes the prank! Mitchie yanks herself away quickly, unbeknownst that my mom already knows we're together.

"What're you guys doing?" Mom says to us. I try not to smile when she looks at me. Mitchie looks horrified. My mom yanks me inside by my arm and I hear Mitchie say 'Oh my God!' This is gonna be good! "Were you just kissing each other?!" She yells, making it seem more real. I look up at her teary eyed and wink. She winks back. "Were you?!"

"Yes." Mitchie says in a small voice. She has her arms wrapped around her torso and I can tell she's getting uncomfortable. My mom glares at her, and Mitch fidgets a little.

"Get out! Get out of my house!" She screams. It looks like she's going to crack. I don't know if she can keep a straight face much longer. "I said g—Oh man! I couldn't do it!" She says looking at me and then she busts up laughing. I join in with her and Mitchie just stands there awkwardly. "I just couldn't keep going!"

"Oh my God, Mitch! Mitch, you should've seen... you should've seen your face!" I tell her, grabbing onto her shoulder for support so I don't fall over laughing. "Oh—ohho, oh that was good." I look at my mom, laugher dying down.

"Wait, so you guys were joking?" Mitch ask and we nod, "Oh thank God! So you know? And you're okay with it right? I mean, that's what you told me a few months ago, right Angie?" My mom smiles and pulls Mitchie into a ginormous bear hug.

"Of course, kiddo! I'm not that mean. I'm so happy for you two! Now go spend some time together before the concert." Ahh, I love my mom.

--

"You know what I love about your hands? Other than the fact that they are Gods to music." I'm sitting under a tree with Mitchie's head in my lap and her body sprawled all over the grass, at a small park for dogs. She smiles and blushes. She's absolutely stunning. I can't wait to tell her that I want to come out at the concert. This is going to be amazing.

"That they fit so perfectly with yours?" She tells me, once again reading my mind. She picks up my hand and laces our fingers.

"Hey! That was what I was gonna say." She shrugs and I lean down to plant a kiss on her awaiting, soft, lips. "I freakin' love those lips." I didn't mean to say that out loud, but oh well. She should know that I love them.

"You're just using me for my lips aren't you? I knew it." This is my favorite part of the relationship. Our playfulness.

"Damn. I was hoping you wouldn't figure it out. Awkward... I guess I should go now." I gather my stuff and act like I'm getting up to leave. She stands up and leans her back against the tree trunk, waving. "I'll see you around." I yell over my shoulder as I walk away. Is she really going to let me walk away? What the hell? I turn around and—BAM!—I knock her down. "Oh shit, babe! I'm so sorry!" I reach my hand down for her to take and I lift her up and dust her off. "Are you alright?" She sticks out her bottom lip and shakes her head 'No.' "Where does it hurt, and I'll kiss it?" She points to her lips. She would point there. I kiss her tenderly, making sure not to hurt her 'injured' lips. "There. All better?"

She smiles lures me back in for more. "All better." She's got her hands on my cheeks and I've got mine on her hips. This is we're we belong. Right here. It seems so serene, so quiet. I want to remember this moment forever, so I close my eyes and rest my forehead against Mitchie's.

My eyes flutter open, upon suddenly remembering something. "I have a surprise for you tonight." I say softly, careful not to ruin the relaxed moment. She smiles and leads us back to the tree. We take our earlier positions, me sitting against the trunk, and Mitch laying partially on me and the ground.

"What is it?" I ask is she's serious, and that it wouldn't be a surprise if I told her. "Oh, c'mon, Mik. I'll tell you your surprise if you tell me mine! Pwease?" She questions, using her baby voice and pouting. Not gonna work today. Nope. No way. I'm sealed shut. Locked. Threw the key out. I'm like a... something that says closed. Whatever, you know what I mean, I'm not telling.

"Really?!" Can you blame me? Seriously? I'm a curious person. I'm not going to tell her her surprise of course. I'm not that stupid.

"Yeah, you go first!" She tells me, smirking.

"Okay, well, I was going to—Hey! Cheater! You were going to trick me!" I exclaim swatting at her stomach. She probably read my mind, and then used my plan! See? That's cheating. I can't read her mind, so she shouldn't be able to read mine.

"Yeah, yeah. So you'll be there tonight? Front row, so I can find you easily?" Mitch always has to double check. Why? I don't know, but she's always done it.

"Of course, Mitchie Baby!" I tell her as I link our fingers. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

--

Mitchie's already gone and its almost time for me to go. I've got my ticket and my anytime-backstage pass. It lets me go backstage anytime. Hence the 'Anytime-Backstage Pass' name. Hell, I better be able to go back whenever I want. This thing cost me a hundred and thirty bucks! Well, that's a lie. It cost my moms credit card a hundred and thirty bucks. But whatever, it's all the same.

"Hurry up, Mikayla! I've got to get to work as soon as I drop you off. You've got... four minutes and sixteen seconds to be in the car!" She must've looked at her watch during the pause. Since she just told me the same thing forty-four seconds ago. I just didn't answer her. She tends to repeat herself sometimes.

"Okay, Mom!" I yell down the stairs. She is so impatient!

--

"Come on! Let's get this line movin'! I'm growing gray hairs!" I shout to the lady taking tickets. She glares and me, and ooh, if looks could kill... I would be six feet under. But, in all seriousness, I have been in this line for, like, twenty minutes! That is twenty minutes way too long. And to see a girl that I will be seeing everyday from now on.

Finally! I'm in, but not before getting in a bit of a tussle with the ticket lady. I kinda maybe had to cuss her out for taking so damn long. But I'm in now, so that's all that really matters. I head to the snack bars to get a soda since I've got some time to burn. As I'm working my way through the massive lines, I spot a girl that looks just like Jessica. Nah, it can't be her though. She moved to... where'd she move to again? Eh, it doesn't matter. All I know is she is there now.

I buy my drink, which was four dollars and tastes like shit, and search for my seat so I know where it's at. Once I find it, I head to the door that leads backstage. I show the guard my pass and he opens the door for me. "Thanks." I tell him and he nods. Just as he's about to shut it, I yell, "Wait!" he opens it back up and I continue, "Can you tell me where Jess Lewis is?" He says she's just around the corner, running around and talking into a bluetooth. I walk down the hallway and look both ways. There she is!

"No, I don't care how old she is! She can't get a ride home with Mitchie!" Yikes, she's scary when she's on the phone. I slowly approach her, not wanting to interrupt her phone call. She sees me though, and hangs up abruptly. I guess they weren't important. "Mikayla! It's good to see ya! Mitchie's in her dressing room right over there." She points to a room with a red star on it with Mitchie's name on it.

"Oh, no. I'm actually here to talk to you. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor?" She nods and tells me she's listening. "Okay, so, Mitchie and I have been together for awhile now, and I think I'm ready to come out with our relationship. So I was wondering, when the show's over and she comes off stage to go change, if you could tell everyone to wait and I can announce our relationship and then you can have a camera go into her dressing room; but make sure she's done changing, and then everyone can see her and I can see her reaction. Can you do that?"

She smiles and nods, "Anything for my new favorite couple!" I thank her and go to find my seat. The show should be starting any minute. Que the darkness. These fireworks go off on the corners of the stage and I think I just peed myself. Oh wait, nope. All dry, thank goodness. But look at Mitchie up there, doing her thing. Singin' and whatnot. I don't think I'll stay dry. Ohh, dirty joke! Man, I wish someone was around to hear it! Damn.

Mitchie looks so hot all sweaty like that. I don't know how I've managed to stay off stage through the whole concert. She ends the song she'd been singing and starts to speak, "So I wrote this song recently... for my special someone. She's out in the crowd tonight and I just wanted to say how much I love you and that this song is for you." She wrote a song for me! That was my surprise! The beat starts up and she starts 'La dee da'-ing. She makes eye contact with me and grins wildly. Oh my goodness. She is effing adorable.

I'm listening to the song and I can't stop smiling, knowing she wrote this for me. She continues to blow me away.

"You said we wouldn't make it,

But look how far we've come.

For so long my heart was breaking,

And now we're standing strong.

The things you say you make me fall harder each day

You're a trainwreck but I wouldn't love you if you changed!"

The song starts to slow down and her voice gets softer.

"One more thing I thought I'd share with someone special,

I'm falling like I've never fell before,

It's funny you said we'd never make it and look how far we've come

You're a trainwreck

But with you, I'm in love."

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Her and the song. She looks at me on last time and mouths 'I love you.' She rushes off stage and then I hear a woman's voice. "Excuse me everyone, if you could all remain seated and inside the building, we have a someone who wished to make a special announcement." I see Jess in the back waving me over. I get up and walk towards her, where she's standing with a mic. "Go do your do, kid!" She pats my shoulder as I walk up the steps and onto the stage.

"Hey everybody! Umm, great show right?" I hear whistles, clapping, and hollering. "As some of you know, I'm Mikayla. Mitchie's best friend of ten years. But what most of you don't know is... I'm also her girlfriend of two months." I get a bunch of 'Aww's and 'Woo-hoo!'s. Well that's good to hear. "And tonight, my surprise to her... is coming out to all of you! I know you're in your dressing room, Babe, so let's see your gorgeous face!" Everyone, including me, looks to the big screen behind me, only to see Jessica and Mitchie in mid lip-lock. I hear everyone gasp and I don't even turn around.

I let the tears fall as I shove the mic back into Jess' hands. I bolt out the door, wishing I were anywhere but here.

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