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Caitlyn I'm sorry I couldn't make it today...what about tomorrow? I promise to be the first at the studio..
I was about to press send to my texted apology when the doorbell rang. I left my BlackBerry on the kitchen counter and opened the door.
"Oh, hey! I was just about to text you to—Caitlyn?" I did a double-take. A double-take of her disarrayed clothes and her bright cheeks. A double take at her shaking form. But mostly I did a double-take of her eyes. Her puffy, bloodshot eyes. Her crying eyes. Caitlyn NEVER cried. "Oh my God Caitlyn! What's wrong??"
I quickly pulled her inside the house and shut the door closed, guiding her up to my room.
"Caitlyn, talk to me." I commanded softly as she collapsed into my bed, choking in between sobs and heaving loudly. "Sweetie c'mon..."
"I hate him! I hate him!!" She mumbled onto the pillow, pounding her fists to my mattress. I was so lost by her behavior all I could do was rub circles on her back. Was this about Nate? "How could I be so darn stupid!" She turned to look at me, and she looked desperate. "How could you let me, Mitchie!! You knew I didn't believe in all that sappy, romance, love stuff; you knew I didn't need it. And yet you pushed me into Nate's arms and now look where it got me!!"
"Okay, Caitlyn, walk me through this...did you guys have a fight?" I placed my hands over her shoulders, trying to get her to calm down. Whatever happened must've been big because Caitlyn never lost it like this.
"We freaking BROKE-UP." She held her breath for a minute, while I thought of something to say.
"Oh." Was all I could articulate, and she broke down into my lap again. "What...um...what happened?"
Caitlyn rolled onto her back and took a couple of deep breaths. I laid down beside her, taking her hand in mine.
"Well, I guess it was all kind of out of the blue. Nate was pissed at Shane and then he got a bit pissed at you because you didn't show up, and I was just trying to make him understand how hard this is for you—" She stopped there, gulping her tears away. My own tears were beginning to well up. "And...I don't remember what happened next. One minute we were talking and the next he told me to stop putting you before everything else, and I told him I couldn't make him my entire world.
"He told me he wasn't okay with that and then we were screaming and throwing things and telling each other we never wanted to see the other again." Caitlyn raised our intertwined hands to wipe a tear away form the corner of her eyes. "It was horrible, Mitchie."
I was about to tell her it would be alright. That we would get over this together, that she didn't need him; we didn't need them.
But just as I opened my mouth I changed my mind.
I was not going to let her make the same mistake I did. Not Caitlyn and Nate.
They were right. They belonged together.
"Screw this." I flung my legs over the side of the bed and made my way quickly to the kitchen. Not thinking about it twice I grabbed the keys to the car, the car that my mom only let me drive on emergencies, and half ran to the driveway.
This was an emergency.
"Mitchie! Where the heck are you going??" Caitlyn called after me as I got into the driver's seat, bringing the car to life.
"To Nate's." I threw the car on reverse and was ready to go in a blink of an eye. "I don't suppose you're coming...?"
"Michelle, no. Don't you dare do—"
"That's all I needed to now. See you later, Cait."
I sped away, leaving my friend frozen on my driveway.
Before I was even completely aware of it I was parking in front of their big apartment. I caught the door as one visitor exited the building, thanking the sky for not having to buzz.
I rolled my eyes at the number on their door—333—and pounded hardly three times.
The door opened seconds later.
"Mitchie?" Nate asked in a low voice. I smiled a little. He wasn't looking much better than Cait.
"You." I accused, inviting myself into their living room.
Nate looked innocently behind him and then pointed at himself, he did look confused.
"You are gonna go apologize right now." He stared at me for a minute, his mouth hanging open, before snapping out of it, and ran his hand tiredly through his hair.
"Mitchie, it's complicated." Oh, please!
"No, it's not!"
"Mitchie..."
"Nate, believe me, I don't mean to intervene in your relationship—I know I don't have the right to—but Caitlyn is one of my best friends and you are my friend, and what you're doing here is plain stupid. Stupid."
"Mitchie I don't like what we're doing, trust me, but sometimes things fall apart."
"But you guys didn't fall apart. You had a fight, big deal! Nate, I know Caitlyn, she's not a big believer, and once she loses her trust on someone it never comes back, no matter what."
Nate looked at me, the same desperate look I had seen on my friend, and plopped himself to a chair at the table, burying his face in one hand.
I took a seat next to him, placing my hand lightly on his.
"She loves you." His eyes snapped to mine at that, as if trying to decide if I was telling the truth. "It takes a lot for Caitlyn to love someone, especially like she loves you. She's never been in a relationship before, but she's also never been as happy as she is with you."
I hoped that would make it for him, I hoped I wouldn't have to convince him with what I had convinced myself to come here, but he stayed quiet, so I continued.
"Please, Nate. Don't throw it all away, because you have no idea how much it hurts. It's not the break-up, it's not seeing the person you love walk away what hurts the most: it's the everyday life after that. It's missing him Every. Single. Day." I could feel the tears sliding through my cheeks, and they only made me more stubborn to convince him, because I would not let Caitlyn become the emotional wreck I was.
"She's not you, Mitchie." He slid his hand away from mine. He stood up, facing his back to me. "Don't get this the wrong way, but she's stronger."
"Oh, really?? Because the girl sobbing in my bed didn't look all that strong to me! It breaks my heart to see her that way, Nate, so I'm begging you, if you don't do this for her, do it for me!" I stood up as well, he was really starting to get on my nerves. "Because, seriously, I don't know how much more I can take! My heart was already in a million pieces, and this is just making it worse.
"I know what it's like, loving someone so much all your feelings are on edge, you make rough, bad decisions. Mistakes. You let go." My voice cracked. I paused, not knowing what to say anymore. "I miss him, Nate. So much. But you...you could just grab your goddamn keys and run back to her. You could work it out, stay together, stay happy."
I don't know what Nate saw on me but suddenly something shifted in him.
I could see the change set in his eyes.
"Okay."
"Okay?" I asked, shocked.
"Okay..." Nate repeated, a small smile coloring his face. He dipped his hands into his pants pockets and pulled his keys out, lounging for the door. He blew past me, and I was left the same way I had left my friend merely thirty minutes ago.
I heard footsteps behind me and I turned, ready to tell Nate to hurry the hell up.
But it wasn't Nate.
Our eyes locked, the way they hadn't locked in three months, the way that feeling and words were said without being spoken.
Shane's eyes were as watery as mine, standing a good distance away from me.
"We could work it out, too." He said.
A.N.: The words just typed away, I didn't over-think them like I usually do so I hope you liked!
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