My being lazy is getting to me and I'm sorry. I need motivation and so far I have none. School work is like whatever to me so I just really think I should get back to writing. One chapter left. And then I can only focus on Crush and maybe the other things I still didn't finish, like the Wizard movie which I have no idea what's it about anymore ha-ha, sad I know.

I was tired of walking. It was completely dark on the street I was on and the only thing I could see was the light on the block a few streets away. I wanted to call Mitchie back but if she brushed me off the second time I think I'd be a little suspicious of what she was up to. I wasn't mad, or at least that's what I was telling myself. The longer I stayed on the cool road to her house, the longer my mind raced on why she was so anxious to hang up the phone on me. But of course being a new girlfriend was something I was going to have to deal with. Everyone likes Mitchie. Everyone.

"Ugh," I kicked a rock on the ground that I couldn't see. Or at least I was hopping it was a rock. A car was coming down the dark road and the lights were blinding me, even if I was on the sidewalk I could barley tell where I was going in the first place. Whistles came from the car as some guys drove by. I swear some boys were idiots. Once I made it onto the following street with lights I heard the boys voices fade out before getting closer. I quickly turned around walking backwards with my arms crossed. The guys were in fact making their way towards me. I refaced the direction I was heading and brushed my hair from my face.

"Yo, cutie," one guy called to me.

"Hey you hear him don't cha' girly?" I finally sighed while still walking to face the guys talking. They were actually some college kids in their mid twenties. Now I was getting a bit nervous. I continued to move along the road before I heard their car stop. I rose my phone and was ready to dial a number when I saw a truck driving my way. I stopped and watched it as the guys whistled and said things to me that I ignored.

"NATE!" I waved my arms towards the street as the car slowed down and the curly haired boy stuck his head from the car window. It seemed as if he was in town to move some things because his back seat was full. I ran over to his car and without his permission climbed in.

"Alex what are you doing?"

"Just drive," I pulled my seat belt over my waist as the boy focused on me before he glanced behind him.

"Who are they?"

"Drive," I told the boy as he nodded.

"So I can let you out whenever."

"Take me to Mitchie's."

"Do you not understand that I'm still not over you. And its kinda weird that you're out in the middle of the night, the same day when we're getting everything out of our house, and then you hop in my car and tell me to take you to the girl I never liked in the first place house."

"Please Nate."

"I'm dropping you off up the block."

"Fine," I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath as the boy turned the corner and stopped the car.

"Get out."

"Nate I'm only asking you one favor."

"No."

"Fine," I unlocked the door as he grabbed my wrist.

"Huh, I'll drive you, how far is it?"

"Her house is about a mile that way," I showed the boy where to go and he willingly, although hesitant began driving again. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as music played from the speakers.

"You know I hate that."

"Well its my car."

"Yeah but its annoying."

"Then stop looking."

"Then stop doing that."

"Alex, its not like we're dating anymore. You asked for a ride so let it be just that."

"Exactly," I hit the boy's hand and my fingers shook. I pulled back looking away from him. Something was definitely wrong with me.

"You never came late to my house, except that one night when your parents, out of all people were arguing."

"Yeah, that was a bad day but it was sort of my fault."

"Its never your fault," Nate stopped at a red light and faced me. "You look worn out and worried. I bet she couldn't tell that just by looking into your eyes."

"I'm sure she could," I faced the boy as he chuckled.

"Really? Then why isn't she at your house right now trying to find out what's causing this?"

"Because she's the one causing me….," I stopped. "Just forget it."

"Look I have to get on the road in less then ten so, do you think you could walk the last block?"

"Huh, yeah," I watched as Nate pulled up to a curve.

"You deserve more then her Alex." Nate's voice for the first time in months sounded caring. I climbed from the boy's car and thanked him before I made it the last block to Mitchie's. I saw Harper's car but she was sitting in it watching the house. I made it over to her window and tapped it with my two knuckles before she looked towards me before looking away. I opened her door, which was unlocked and sat in the seat without closing the door.

"Did you go in?" I watched Harper shake her head "no."

"She's not here."

"What do you mean she's not here?"

"I mean she's not here Alex."

"How do you know?"

"Because she just left."

"What? Where did she go?"

"Don't know, and honestly, I don't want to find out."

"Harper…," I felt a lump in my throat.

"She's never done this before."

"Do what? Should I be….worried?" I didn't want to cry, I was confused for the most part.

"You should be more then worried."

"Why?"

"Just…call her." I watched Harper's face. She didn't like me I knew that much but she seemed a bit worried.

"You're freaking me out."

"Just call her."

"I don't want to call her."

"JUST CALL HER!" I studied Harper's face before closing her car door and reaching in my pocket for my phone but I didn't feel it.

"Crap, where's Nate?" I faced the street I came from.

"Nate? Your ex? The both of you are playing the same game?!"

"Wait? What?"

"You two are made for each other, get out."

"Who's Mitchie with?"

"I don't know," I could hear her holding something back in her voice.

"Harper…"

"Get out." She reached over me and opened the door. I stepped out a bit before she shoved me. I got out and she began to pull off. I didn't say anything as she left me standing on the curb. Maybe there was a reason Mitchie left with whoever she left with because I was just with Nate and we weren't doing anything. I could feel myself shaking a bit as I made it towards the Torres front door. It took me a few seconds to knock. I didn't have my phone nor did I know where Mitchie was and I needed my phone from Nate. I knocked on the door and rung the bell before I heard shuffling from the other side. I saw Dave open the door before he stared at me.

"You come at all times of the night huh?" he smiled and I glanced at the boxes pressed against the floor.

"Is Mitchie here?"

"She should be, the last time I checked she was down stairs."

"Okay cause Harper was freaking me out."

"Oh she's here?"

"No," I moved past the man to spot Connie asleep on the couch. I made it into the kitchen where the basement door was open. I heard Mitchie, but why would Harper lie to me. I didn't move down the stairs as I heard something fall. I was wondering if I should see if Mitchie was okay or if I should stay where I was at the top of the stairs. I took one step down towards the basement before I heard something else fall. Then I saw something fly towards the stairs and break. It was the black phone I've seen in the bathroom not too long ago. I saw Mitchie walk over to it and pick up some of the pieces, her hair falling over her face and she seemed pretty normal to me.

"Mitch," I was waiting for her to face me. Her eyes came up to mine and I could see tears falling against her face. She looked away from me and moved out of sight. I made my way down the stairs and stood at the last step watching her. Her guitars were placed in dark cases and other things were stripped from the walls. The only thing left was her couches.

"Mitch," I said again but she was still ignoring me. I made it over towards her. I stopped behind her before reaching for her shoulder but I pulled back and stood there. She faced me and pressed her face into my neck before wrapping her arms around me. I stumbled back a bit as her hair brushed my chin.

"Harper said you were gone and…"

"Things are changing too fast."

"Is that what you're crying about? Mitch I'm so confused." She took a deep breath before pulling back and placing her palms on my cheeks and pressing her lips into mine. I pressed my fingers against Mitchie's waist before trying to push her back. She pressed her body into me more as I stumbled backwards trying to keep balance and pull away. I could feel her tongue against my skin and I was seriously running on confusion. I felt the back of my legs hit the couch and I tumbled backwards with Mitchie finally letting me go. Her eyes searched mine as I tried to understand any of this.

"What the hell was that? And what's the thing about Harper about and…I'm so confused." I was waiting for her to say anything but she came inward into my lap trying to grab my face again.

"Mitchie stop," I swatted her hand away hard but she still managed to press her lips against mine. "Stop," I said breaking the kiss before she pulled back. Her eyes were deep, and it felt as if she was staring straight into my soul.

"What's wrong?" I shaking-ly asked Mitchie.

"So much is happening in a little time. I'm leaving everyone, I'm moving, I'm changing schools, I'm leaving friends. I'm breaking….ugh," she pulled back a bit wiping the tears I never truly thought I'd see.

"I'll be with you." I told her as she moved over and laid against the couch.

"Everything is changing," she repeated from before as she faced her guitar cases and her hand came into mine. Her fingers blindly moved around my hand before I felt her pull me towards her. I fell behind her on the couch with my chin almost touching her neck as I slid up. We were officially squished and she was barley on the couch anymore.

"Okay I don't know where to start. Like what happened to the phone, and you for that matter at school and where did you go before you got here, and why was Harper leading me to think you were cheating and, just why?" I watched as Mitchie trailed her fingers along the side of the couch before she let me go and I moved away so she could face me. The both of us were laying on our sides with our heads on the small pillow. Mitchie gripped the couch behind me so she could stay where she was. I followed her arm up to her wrist before I placed my eyes on her.

"Harper doesn't want me to leave."

"So she'd lie about you doing things you shouldn't? And what was you hanging up the phone on me about?"

"Stop asking questions, I don't know…just," Mitchie took a deep breath as I pushed her arm and she fell against the floor. I rolled over and looked down at her.

"You don't know why you hung up on me? You don't know why you did what you did to get that phone? What did you do exactly?" Mitchie ignored me and ran her fingers behind her back as I sighed.

"Fine, ignore me."

"I'm not ignoring you Alex. Also thanks a lot for this," she pointed towards the floor. "I did what I had to…but lets forget about that and focus on the fact that I'm moving and…"

"Mitch this is too much," I sat up. "Answer my questions and we'll get to yours."

"Oh because your questions and my confusion is less important then what you have to say."

"You're confused?" I felt myself raising my voice, "I'm confused because none of this that's happening makes sense."

"Whatever."

"Mitchie." I watched her stand before she gripped her guitar cases and moved towards the steps. "Mitch."

"You want to yell, then yell at yourself or the wall, I don't care," Mitchie made it up the stairs as I looked around the room. I moved towards the phone she wrecked and picked it up before tossing it in a nearby small trash can. Then without hesitation I followed Mitchie into the kitchen. She handed her dad her guitars before he moved from the room.

"Look neither one of us knows what's going on in the other one's head unless we talk. So Mitchie, lets start with you."

"Stop talking to me. I have to pack."

"I have to pack too." Once I said that she faced me and stayed quiet. I didn't say anything either as she moved back towards the basement. I pressed my back against the sink before Dave came into the kitchen.

"Sooo, what's up?"

"Nothing," I wanted to break down and say something but I had no idea what I would say anyway.

"So are you and Mitchie fighting?"

"No, or at least I don't think so. Its complicated."

"How complicated?"

"The kind of complicated where I have no idea what's going on or why and there's someone in the relationship that doesn't want to talk about it."

"So Mitchie right?"

"What?"

"Mitchie's the one that doesn't want to talk about it right? Don't take it personally she just…..She doesn't like when things don't go her way. Nothing has ever been like this in her life. She always got what she wanted when she wanted it with no questions asked, and now I'm taking the role of the parent and telling her that we're moving. Mitchie hates being told what to do, but on the bright side, she didn't run away like last time, nor did she flip out and throw things at me or her mother."

"So did she tell you what was wrong with her?"

"Yeah right, she might be a new Mitchie on the outside but she's still the same stubborn Mitchie on the inside. So what did your mom say about you coming with us?"

"Didn't Connie talk to my mom?"

"I don't know. Did she?"

"My mom said she did." I watched Connie come into the room. She was staring at me before Dave coughed.

"What?" she asked as I looked away after shaking my head. Mitchie dropped something else downstairs.

"I'm taking that she's mad about something," Connie said.

"I don't know." Dave told her before he began opening cabinets and I moved towards the island table before sitting down.

"Mitchie stop throwing things," her mom yelled down the steps. I tapped my fingers slowly against the counter as I heard footsteps on the stairs before Mitchie appeared at the top of the steps.

"Thank you," her mom said before Mitchie tilted her head and slammed the basement door before heading back down. "I have no idea what's wrong with that girl."

"So did anybody see when Mitchie came in earlier?" I wanted to see if her parents could clear up her fumbling from earlier when she hung up on me.

"I don't think so. Mitchie was here before we were," her mom pressed something in her hand before leaving out of the kitchen. And just like before Mitchie slammed something else on the floor.

"Mitchie you heard your mother, stop it," Dave was staring at me.

"I don't know what's wrong with her."

"You? She hasn't said a thing to me or her mother since earlier this morning."

"We saw the two of you this morning," I told the guy as he thought about it.

"Oh yeah. You know I didn't hear anything from the cops about them dropping Mitchie off."

"She left school early. She had to because I didn't see her and I called and texted and she wouldn't answer her phone."

"I know that's she's upset about the move but…she has too many deranged ex-girlfriends."

"How many of her ex's have you guys actually spoke to?"

"Including the crazy girls who burned your car? Two. Huh, maybe I should see what's up with her."

"No I'll go check on her. I just want to know why she hung up on me earlier and…just stuff."

"Don't push it Alex…Mitchie seems as if she'll get a temper today."

"Like I care," I giggled as Dave nodded and went to where his wife was. Never in my life would I have thought about going in the mist of Mitchie's rage and trying to talk to her, but I did. I moved down the stairs closing the door behind before I stopped and watched Mitchie from where I was. She glanced at me before kicking things around the floor.

"I don't see what you're mad about."

"I'm not mad about anything," her voice was shaking.

"Mitchie just talk to me. What's wrong? Don't you want to move?"

"Alex I'm pretty sure I could handle myself. Okay fine one of them slipped and.."

"One of who slipped?"

"My ex's. Fine one slipped and caused no one harm, I'm not scared of any of them. I don't want to move. This is so stupid. Me living in the up tight strict suburbs is going to drive me insane. I'm going to be seen as some little rich girl and I don't want to carry that title for the rest of my life, this is why I chose to live here."

"I don't get any of this. You're only moving a few hours away, and why would you want to stay near girls who want to hurt me? Even you said they've never acted like this before. Its stupid, it doesn't make any sense, and no one can make you into something that you're not. You are a rich girl Mitchie, get over it. But you're down to earth and normal and you don't think you're better then anyone else. I just want you to be safe, don't you want the same for me?"

"I want to be happy Alex…," she stopped what she was doing and ran her fingers through her hair. "And rather any of you agree with me or not I still don't want to move."

"You're selfish."

"I'm selfish?! I'm selfish?" her voice echoed through the room as I rolled my eyes. "I've given up everything for you. EVERYTHING." Her voice was starting to get louder.

"Well no one asked you to."

"You're right, no one did, but I was doing this for you. I knew you'd never want me if I stayed the same Mitchie so I changed for you. But so far I've been banned from school, gotten a restraining order against me, had things burned and stolen from me, had my place broken into, and now I'm being forced to move, this is nothing but drama….drama-drama-drama, and its all because of you." She kicked something else on the floor before I crossed my arms.

"I didn't ask for any of this Mitchie. I didn't ask to fall in love with you. I didn't ask to be in a position like this. But if you're all that you care about, then maybe I shouldn't be here."

"Alex I didn't mean that."

"Yeah," I paused before stepping towards the steps. "I really think you did."

"Look don't leave I didn't mean anything like that it's just…" I was walking up the stairs as she was talking. My mind was racing and my head was hurting and once I opened the door Connie and Dave was staring at me with their eyes wide. I focused on them, no tears, nothing. Just my heart beating fast and my mind racing.

"Alex I didn't mean anything by it," Mitchie yelled up to me.

"Can someone take me home?" I asked as Dave faced his wife and she nodded grabbing the keys on the counter. I followed her as something else crashed downstairs and Mitchie said something. I ignored her and went with Connie. I think the arguing blinded my better judgment of leaving Mitchie, because once in the car on my way home something happened. My chest was burning and a lump formed in my throat. I felt tears coming up. What was I doing?

So yeah I made this a bit longer because until I post fics I will forever apologize and try to make things long. I'll try really hard to post Crush tomorrow. Anyway later.