You know that feeling where you think the world is spinning madly and only spinning to torture you with hazardous and traitorous things that you could never think to imagine?

Or that feeling like you are in a dramatic episode in a TV show and something bad is about to happen which has viewers shouting at the TV, tossing things and screaming, shouting just to prevent you from opening the bubble of drama only to grunt in frustration, rolling their eyes with a 'I told you so' when the main character goes against their wishes and opens the door anyway, departing with a pained look on their face?

Or that feeling when your heart races, your mind spins uncontrollably, tears well up in your eyes while your breathing fastens and that silly, chaotic, scary effective music pops through your head yet you've crawled into the danger zone anyway and your suddenly filled with regret?

Mitchie Torres, knew exactly how that felt.

Mitchie generally had always been a bubbly child.

Since the moment she was claimed born, all red-faced, natural beauty, spec of mocha brown glamour and tufts of brown hair, she had an aura of happiness that only generated throughout the room and continued to grow throughout her teenage years.

Mitchie Torres was a girl that was immune to destruction. She was immune to betrayal and heartbreak and sadness and anything that contained the emotional whirlwind of tears, lashing out and drama that spread faster within each minute.

She was definitely immune to boy drama, per se, love triangles yet she had been so oblivious that she hadn't even realized she had been dragged into one without her knowledge.

Flashback- Earlier this morning…

She took deep breaths, checking her attire in the mirror, making sure she was perfectly dressed for this big step she was taking.

She nodded in approval, eyes taking sight of the beauty that radiated throughout the mirror as she drowned in her appearance.

Tight Rolling stones shirt, dark skinny jeans tucked into black stylish boots. A giggle escaped her lips and she sprawled a hand over her chest, once again amazed by the fluttering that consumed her stomach.

She had never felt this way.

Her whole attire wasn't necessarily her, she was more of a girly-girl type with the customary dresses and skirts as a greeting. She always believed the skinny jeans was a dark, emotional, silent way of telling those around you that you were a rebel if you wanted to be and you weren't afraid to show it.

This whole style was more so Miley than it was her but she figured she should go along with it.. If her best friend, America's angel could pull it off looking radiant and flawless then she was sure she could as well.

Plus, Shane dressed like that as well so there was no denying he would be more than moved by her appearance.. Right?

Her thoughts were tossed to the side as the doorbell rung, indicating that he was here.

Her heart raced as a response.

She raced down the stairs, all the while her mind buzzing with the thoughts on her behavior.

She had been with guys, plenty infact. She was a very flirty girl if she had anything to say about it and she liked to let the guys know that she was interested and she liked to make the first move.

Yet, she had never fallen in love before.

Love was a big word… one that meant so much and was defined in more than one way, and she realized, that she was immune to it.

Love wasn't in her category, she didn't breath it, she didn't sleep with it and she didn't know how to handle it much less experience it.

But Shane… He had opened her eyes to it.

Her palms sweated with anticipation whenever she so much as glanced at him, her heart fluttered with delight whenever he walked into a room, he took her breath away by his gentleness and kindness in regards to other, his sexiness practically made her fall into a puddle of mush.

She had fallen.. Hard, for the dangerous guy that was a little too out of her standards and a little too shady yet she had and she didn't mind it.

She was in love, and as much as it scared her and completely freaked her out, she was taking a risk and going along for the bumpy ride.

Shane Grey was special, and she was planning on making him hers. Tonight.

She opened the door, catching him smiling at her and she had to contain herself to be able to so much as stand right then and there.

That smile was just too darn gorgeous that her knees buckling were one of the impacts it had on her very body.

She mustered up a flirtatious smile, commenting that he looked good to which he shrugged off, before inviting him up to her room, nonchalantly asking him whether he liked her outfit.

She was more than thrilled when he commented with approval.

It was quiet for a moment or two, the two of them just staring at each other, him staring expectantly with a hand stuck in his jean pocket and she thought there had been a spark triggered, a flash of something that proved that he felt the same way that she did floating through the air.

So with a deep inhale and bursting confidence, she pulled the bullet.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

And with that she waited. It seemed like forever, her not even knowing that she had been holding her breath with anticipation but she had and she would continue for the rest of her life if that meant this guy would be hers.

He looked at her and for a second, she thought she caught a flicker of remorse and or guilt but shrugged it off, not believing that he would be turning her down.

But he had and the impact crashed on her all the same.

"Mitchie I-" He sighed, brown eyes flashing with guilt and sorrow. " Look, we need to talk"

Her face became crestfallen, her heart dropping in an instant and she was sure she could hear that sound of that whipping sound of something falling before a crash sounded, indicating that it had landed to the ground and shattered to pieces.

She felt like her heart was taking that life-changing swing right now.

She wasn't stupid. She knew the hidden message behind ' we need to talk' , it was a sure-fire way to breaking up with someone.

He was breaking up with her before they even begun.

"You, you don't like me, do you?" She questioned, yet she could see the answer in his eyes.

"Mitchie I, " He ran a frustrated hand through his brunette tresses. " Your like a sister to me and I don't want to lose you."

She didn't know if she should run over and hug him for the comment, cry and or slap him for leading her on. She was slowly leaning towards the middle one, though.

She hadn't even noticed she was on the verge of crying until he had pointed it out.

"No, Mitch. Don't, Don't cry. Please." He pleaded, and for a moment, she was flattered that he at least cared, but caring wasn't enough and she figured, as long as she loved him.. It wouldn't ever be enough.

"Can you just…" She trailed off, tears leaking on to her face and she had to curse herself for showing vulnerability towards the enemy. " Can you just go?"

"Mitchie, I- I never meant to hurt you." He retorted.

"Please." She pleaded, eyes falling to the floor. She couldn't handle his heated gaze. His pity. " Can you just go, I need to be alone right now."

He nodded, his gaze falling to the floor before he obliged, walking towards the door and opening it. She hadn't expected him to turn around mid-way.

"Can we at least be friends?"

Friends. It was absurd to think that before all this, she thought they could actually maintain a relationship. He thought of her like a sister while she thought of him otherwise.

The thought of her seeing him each day and pretending to feed lies to her heart, feigning to him that she was okay was one that she couldn't bear with.

She finally understood what heartbreak meant, and she was at loss that Shane Grey would be the one to teach her it.

As usual, Miley was right.

Shane Grey was dangerous, dangerous to her heart.

She didn't answer, she did what any normal, breathing teenager would do. She walked over to him, all red-face, mascara running tears and broken heart before she pushed him out of the room and slammed the door in his face.

And with that, she cried. Cried for the loss of friendship, cried for the rejection, cried for the sorrow that was haunting her but most of all, cried for the searing pain that lay within her.

All thanks to Shane Grey.

She hadn't expected though, to go to her best friend's house searching for comfort only she could provide only to find the man she loved and her best friend tangled in the sheets, expressing their love.

It seemed someone else was hazardous to her heart and she hadn't even known it.

Mitchie's head spun, painfully shutting her eyes shut as if hoping that she'd wake up, in her bed, and discover this was all a dream.

A helpless, scary dream.

She was shaken out of her stupor though, by her best friend gasping out her name in terror, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

Concern splattered all over her face, yet the un-mistakable flash of guilt and remorse flickering through her beautiful profane eyes.

Nausea brewed through her chest, her eyes fixed on the two of them and the sight alone made her sick.

So she did what any common girl would do in the situation.

She fled…

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She was surrounded by the pit of darkness, the only shine of light being the glimmer of the outdoors from the crook of the bit of space she had left once she had walked in to the childhood place where she had spent most of her childhood.

One filled with memories and happiness and included the formation of a sisterly bond that had been formed since the moment they met.

A sisterly bond that despite her hopes and beliefs had crashed and burned despite her attempts.

She remembered it like it was yesterday.

Flashback-

Her little legs picked up speed, hair blowing flawlessly in the wind as her glimmering pool of innocent eyes searched wildly for her secret hideaway that she had found earlier that day.

She couldn't handle it.

The pity, the despair… the sympathetic looks.

Everyone treated her like if they knew what had happened, like if they could share and express the same sentiments that ran through her continuously for the past few days.

That past few days that destruction had found solace on destroying her heart.

The past few days that her mommy had been claimed dead.

She didn't know what it meant.

Dead. She had no idea what it meant and what it was defined or how they had even gotten the long word but she knew it meant her mommy wasn't coming back.

To her, to her arms… as of now, she had no mommy.

And she was tired of everyone reminding her of it.

She felt uncomfortable in her own skin, from being judged and picked on at school, to trying to make her daddy feel good again and try to get some normalcy back into the dysfunctional world she lived in, to the big, mean, scary people that took photos of her everyday.

So she did what any six year old would do… She isolated herself from everyone around her.

She hardly talked to her daddy anymore… He was always in her room, not wanting anything to do with her, pushing her away.

She knew, she could hear him crying in the middle of the night.

Her mommy was dead and it was all her fault.

So she looked for an escape, and she found one. The tree house beside her backyard, her beautiful cave.

Her innocent soft fingers gripped each block of wood that helped her ascend the tree house, grunt of struggle stubbornly coming out of her lips before she finally succeeded, shuffling the dirty scraps of dirt she had managed to get on her summer dress before heading into her escape route.

She was surprised to see someone else in her cave, blinking stubbornly for a second before anger lashed within her and she snapped, pursing her lips with a hand on her hip before her blue eyes darkened immensely and she spoke.

"Hey!" She called out with sass. " This is my tree-house. Get your own!"

She viewed as the un-faceless figure ( from what she could see) whipped around terrifyingly, before she relaxed, sticking a brown strand of hair behind her ear, smiling brightly before responding.

"Oh. I didn' know this belonged to nobody." She apologized innocently. " I'm Mitchie and I'm six!" She added, holding out six fingers for emphasis.

Miley envied her happiness. How could she be so… happy when things, deaths were roaming around before her. She could already tell she hated the girl already.

She was just too much of ' a ray of sunshine'

"I. Don't. Care." She snapped, with a threatening eyebrow arched. " Just get out."

She groaned, huffing as Mitchie stood stubbornly in her spot, head tilted in confusion. " You know, your not as nice as they say in the papers."

"Suck it up and see if I give a hoot." She quipped back. She rolled her eyes as the girl simply stood in her spot blinking back at her, a thumb in her mouth. " Dang flabbit will you just go away!"

"But then I wouldn't be able to help you." She giggled. " That's just silly."

"I don't need help." She stressed stubbornly.

"Everyone needs a helping hand once in a while." She argued back, quoting what her father had always told her. "My daddy told me so."

"Bless daddy's little heart." She grumbled under her breath before responding. " You wanna help, then get out. That'll be the biggest help in the world." She murmured sarcastically.

"My grandma died." She said softly, gaining Miley's attention. " Just last month. I never even got to say goodbye." She added, looking down sadly.

Miley peered at her through her lashes, with tearful profane eyes. She didn't know why but at that moment, a tug had been placed in her heart and it felt like suddenly… she wasn't battling the world alone… someone was doing the same thing. She was just confused as to why she would admit this to her.. A stranger and still remain bubbly after it.

"Why you telling' me this?" She mused aloud, with raised eyebrows. " You don' even know me."

Mitchie raised her eyes, taking a hesitant step forward till she hovered in front of her, placing a consoling hand on her shoulder. " Because I've been where you are before… you don't have to go through it alone."

Miley didn't notice the leak of tears spilling on to her cheeks as her next words escaped. " How can you stay so calm?"

Mitchie smiled slightly. " Because like I said, My grandma is dead, but she's watching over me and telling God good things about me. Your mommy is doing the same thing."

"I miss her." She croaked, face red.

"Your aloud to." And with that, both girls looked at each other and from those few minutes there was a look of understanding and mutual respect reflecting the both of them.

It was one of the reasons why Miley ran into the arms of the six year old girl, clinging on to her with each amount of strength that she possessed as she finally let out all the emotions that she had bottled up since the death-ening day her mother had departed from her world.

Something she had thought she would never be able to do.

But she had, in the arms of the girl that wrapped her arms comfortingly around her and placed a kiss on her forehead… the stranger.

Her new best friend, Mitchie.

They had been inseparable since, Mitchie had been able to re-awaken the smiley Miley that had been trying to find its way out of the darkness during that low point of the week and Miley had been able to awaken the fun side of Mitchie that she was in dire need of and had been missing.

The two, however different they were clashed and had changed each others lives in more ways than they could ever imagine.

Her eyes tore through each part of the tree house, the house she hadn't been in in a long time before it strayed back to the picture that lay beneath her fingertips.

It was a picture of her and Mitchie. It was Mitchie's seventh birthday and she had been invited, they had laughed, they had danced, and even though Mitchie had a thousand more people to entertain, she found pleasure in entertaining just her. In result, she had taken her camera and had demanded that they photograph that moment.

And so here she was, looking at the picture of her and Mitchie, dressed in matching swim attire with matching pony-tails and locked into a tight hug, huge smile intact.

Had you had ever asked her ten years ago if her and Mitchie would've ever been separated, much less not have been friends. She would've punched you in the face and told you to leave her alone and that it wasn't good to lie.

But now, the outcomes were different and for that.. She couldn't contain the burning tears that collided with her face.

It was like déja vu… her crying in this same tree house.

It was just inconvenient that she wasn't in the arms of her best friend, and for the first time… she believed she never would be.

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Shane Grey soaked as his legs ran with full speed towards his destination, in the freezing, rainy weather, searching for her.

He knew where she was, he knew her down to a science.

It also helped that she had told him where hideaway spot was so if he were ever in need of her, she could find her there… joking that he should dress up as her knight in shining armor and whisk her away into his protective arms and cure away her sadness with a kiss.

He doubted he would be able to do just that to get rid of this one, the spectacle that had just happened was one too heartbreaking, too saddening and a little un-fixable for the moment to fix.

He had failed her, but most of all… He had cost her, the one constant source of happiness she had had since she was no more than six years old.

All because of him.

Flashback-

His eyes were wide with terror, pulling Miley to his side in order to hide the pure naked beauty his girl possessed.

He could feel the tension in the air, feel the heartbreak sizzling through Mitchie and he felt guilt transfuse through his eyes.

He had never meant to hurt her, that was far from his intentions.

He knew that he had been in the wrong, he should've told her that he wasn't interested in her from the moment he realized she had been interested in him.

He should've coaxed Miley into telling her sooner instead of waiting for her to bring the topic up.

By not speaking of the way he felt about her, he had led her on, letting her think that he had feelings for her when it was the wrong impression in many ways. By not speaking up, he had broken her heart in the comfort of her own home, something that he had seen himself performing many times.

He at least cared for this one. The girl was like a sibling to him, like a reanactement of the sister that had departed the world without her own approval.

And yet, he had broken her heart… He doubted much to his dismay, that she'd ever talk to him ever again, and because of it.. There was a good chance she wouldn't speak to Miley either.

He had been so into his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Mitchie had fled the room and Miley, in simple Stewart form had gone after her until he heard the yelling happening in the hallway.

He was once again, happy that there was no on else in the room as he pulled on his boxers and rushed out the door, able to get the important parts of their conversation.

"I'm sorry." Screeched Miley, tear tracks evident on her face that Shane could feel his heart shatter into pieces from feeling the guilt and the pain that was running through her body. " I never meant to hurt you."

"You lied to me, Miley. Straight to my face!" Mitchie yelled as a retort, tossing her an accusing finger. "I asked you straight up if you had feelings for Shane and you said No."

"I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want our friendship to become awkward because of it!" Miley responded, trying to wipe away the stinging tears that were painfully hitting her best friend's cheek.

"What a great job you did, huh? Cause I'm not hurt at all." She murmured, dis-pleased. " I can't even look at you, Miley."

"You didn't even like him, Mitch. You only liked him for his body and how hot he was." She quipped back heatedly. " You have to believe me when I say I had your best interests at heart. Its not like you guys would of made a good couple anyway, you two are too different! You were blinded by him that you couldn't even see that you were changing in front of your own -"

Miley was interrupted by the rippling sound of her hand heatedly colliding with her cheek and for a moment, despite what they had done, anger burst through his chest and his fists clenched, his legs heatedly marching up to the scene. Someone hurting Miley didn't sit well with him, even if it was her who had hurt her first.

He was pulled back however by his little brother who had somehow come back enough to experience the scene pan out, shaking his head at him before telling him that this was a long time coming and that they needed to sort this out, girl to girl.

It had taken every bit of self-control for him to remain put.

Miley's mouth was left ajar, tears springing into his eyes that made his heart continuously shatter as she brought her hand up, softly touching her cheek, as if not believing what had just happened. Mitchie seemed the same way, for there was a flicker of remorse that went through her before anger struck back up again.

"Don't you dare try to justify your actions to make yourself feel better." She stormed. " I called him first, Miles. I liked him first! you knew that I liked him, you knew that I was falling for him and you still went after him!" She screeched, madly. " You're a backstabbing bitch, Miles. And I should've known this the moment we met."

Miley sobbed at her words, stumped momentarily as was him from the fact that Mitchie had cussed. Mitchie was normally a bubbly person, the added bonus that she never cussed. She really must have been mad and that at the fact made him slump sadly, his eyes tracking to the floor as guilt and pain enveloped him once more.

"I love him, Miles." She yelled furiously. " I love him and I came here to you to seek comfort because he didn't feel the same way. " She shook her head with a sad smile. " I didn't expect my whore of a best friend to be fucking him when I got here, You've ruined my life, Miles and because of you… This friendship is broken!"

With that Mitchie ran off, her words torturing the brunette that had been involved in the argument. Shane watched with a heavy heart as Miley sobbed painfully, crumbling to the floor as her heart tore in two. Emotions took a toll on her.

And as if feeling his gaze on her, her red eyes arose, meeting hers and she turned away, painfully shutting her eyes before disappearing into the fading night.

He hadn't even known he had reached the tree house and or entered until he heard the wreckful, heartbreaking sobs that belonged to the bruised girl he loved with every inch of his heart.

He rushed to her side immediately.

Breathing a sigh of relief as she curled up to his side, sobbing into his shirt. He rubbed her back consolingly, pulling her to his lap as he took solace in comforting her in her time of need.

His eyes painfully shut as his heart broke as well, simply by the sound of her broken voice.

"We used to come up here all the time. Me and Mitchie." She clarified, her voice weak and gruff from crying. "I was such a bitch to her in the beginning but she stayed, and we were inseparable since." She added, with a sniff.

He could only simply nod in response, placing a kiss on her forehead. He didn't know what to say, what could he say?

"I've lost her, Shane. I've lost her for good." She cried out painfully, gripping his t-shirt as she sobbed once again.

"No you haven't, she'll come around, Miley. She just needs to cool off a little." He retorted, running his hands through her fleece brunette tresses.

Miley shook her head stubbornly in response. "She never swore when we fought, ever. That in itself says a whole lot, I've lost the ying to my yang, Shane. And she's never coming back!"

Shane simply held her, rocking her back and forth as she cried endlessly into his shirt, forming a big puddle but he didn't care. His girl's heart was damaging and it was partly his fault, he had managed to break two hearts un-intentionally for their own pleasure and that in itself couldn't justify his actions.

So he just held her, murmuring soothing words and rubbing her back consolingly and he would continue to until she said when.

There was a thickening silence before finally, she spoke.

"I think we should stop." She said with a monotone voice. " This thing we're doing." She clarified. "We can't do this anymore."

His heart caught into his chest and he felt warning signs going through his head, his grip on her incredibly tightening on her, he held his breath… not wanting to believe that words that were escaping her mouth.

"No." He pleaded. " Miley, don't… don't do this."

Miley sobbed once again, plunging her teeth through her lip that had the situation be different he would've told her to stop 'for she might get hurt. Although right now, he didn't care, his heart was on the line.

"I don't want to." She said softly. " but I have to."

"No, you don't." He stormed, eyes darkening. " Miley, baby, I know that what we did really harmed Mitchie but don't push away something really good because of this! We can get through this together, you don't need to push me away!"

"Yes I do!" She finally broke down. "Because of this, my best friend won't speak to me and probably never will."

"We can work on that." He retorted quickly. " Baby, we can fix it."

"No we can't!" She thundered. "Mitchie doesn't deserve this, you don't deserve this, you deserve someone your own age, someone who loves you and wants to be with you, a relationship you don't have to keep secretive all the time and won't go destroying people's hearts!"

"That doesn't matter." He stressed, hands caressing her cheek. " Don't you see?! None of that matter to me, I just want you, Miley. Only you."

"Well I don't, Shane." She whispered, avoiding his crestfallen look. " I don't want you anymore." It had been hard to say, but this is for Shane, he deserved much better than her so she was letting him go, even though she was letting her heart slowly die beneath her grasp.

Shane reeled back, painful and hurt expression on his face, causing her heart to shatter more before he obliged, standing up, face kept down to the floor as he walked out of the tree house, shoulders shaking.

It didn't take a genius to let her know for the first time, Shane Grey was crying.

It wasn't till he was out of her sight did she break down crying in the cold dim, darkness that the tree house provided.

She had broken both her and Mitchie's heart, she just hadn't known that she had broken Shane's as well.

She didn't know that she had just thrown away, the one person she needed and loved most in the world.

She didn't know that she had put the course of love on pause.