Hey! I'm back again! And I'm quite disappointed with the turnout for 'Starving', but maybe the beginning just sucks. A lot of my beginnings just suck. But for me, 13 reviews for this frist chappie is pretty good! Hopefully this will be my 100 plus review story! Anyway, here's the next chapter of "stuck'. It's a biut more angsty and goes into more detail of their past relationship. I send out grateful thank-yous to...

To Timea Macska: Yeah, Mimato is pretty cute... I guess it's just a rocker guy and a cheerleader type gal is just so odd, you have to love it. Thanks!

To Kawaii-leena: Thank you! I really appreciate that! I never really got a compliment on how I put things into perspective! I hope you like this chappie, it was kinda easy for me to write, thanks to a specific DUMMY I know... lol.

To Isabel Black: Well, you don't have to wait anymore, sorry for the long wait. And thank you, I did try to make it kinda funny without being stupid. 'm glad you like the idea... I was sure this story was gonna be a complete dud.

To Xymi Angel Ghost: Yeah, I love that too! thank you for the warm review!

k14-princess-ROCK: I thought the mmato-ness was cute too... and I think you'll like how it turns out... Matt's gonna turn kinda... 'lonely'... lol

To T.R. and angel: thank you, I'm really glad you like my little ficcie!

To PiNk PriNcEsSzZ: thanks, I will keep at it! this is one of the fics that's kinda fun to write. And your welcome, I like your Fics too! Ppl, go to her bio, and read some of her fics!

To can't think, hesitate, and Aoi senshi: Thank you for the kind reviews... I will continue with this, and all my other fics will be updated, I promise!

Yay! Love! Lol, I sound like a 5 year old... Oh yeah, and I don't own Digimon, Green Day (I wish I did, because then I'd marry Billie Joe, what a hottie! and if you don't listen to Green Day, YOU NEED TO! Srry, i'm a bit of a Green Day fanatic! They're great!), Three Days Grace, or any other band or whatever in here.

Mrs. Ishida presents...

Mimi POV

I didn't really wanna hang around with Matt, but I had no choice. I mean, it's mud! I hate mud! But he probably just said that to get me to follow him. He's always saying stuff like that to get me to listen to him. What I saw in him, I don't know.

We were walking down the path, and it was starting to get really muddy, like he said. Just up ahead, we saw a little log cabin kinda thing. Hopefully we can find a phone in there or something.

When we got inside, it was dark and damp, and very dusty. Our hopes plummetted a little, but we didn't give up hope. Underneath thick dust and a few papers, there was an old fashioned phone. Matt picked it up and listened for a second.

"Dammit, there's no dial tone! My guess is this place hasn't been used in years," he reported, setting it back down.

"Now what do we do?" I asked weakly. I was losing hope of ever being found, even though I knew we had to be missed by someone, right?

"I dunno. Maybe we should stay in here until the storm clears up. Hey, there's a fireplace, we can camp here tonight,"

"Good thing we have all of our stuff. It looks like there's nothing else in here," Looking around I actually took in the little room. The fireplace was kind of small, made of bricks, and filled with ashes. In the corner, there were 2 wooden chairs, a desk with a bunch of old papers and an inch of dust and the phone that didn't work, a shaggy worn rectangular little red carpet with some kind of design on it, 2 little round windows by the fireplace, and oddly, a small wooden dresser. There was one single lamp in the room, by the chairs, but it was an oil lamp and it was cracked, so it probably didn't work. Also, there were a few unused candles on the desk. I looked down, and saw a newpaper with the date June 6th, 1946. Wow, how old was this place? There wasn't even a cot or bathroom, so we'd have to set up our sleeping bags on the floor in the dust and go in the outhouses. How unsanitary is that?

"Matt, do you think we'll be found soon?" I asked, as he was attempting gather as much newspaper as possible and throwing it into the fireplace. He didn't even look up. See? He doesn't talk to me anymore! He ignores me, and even though we don't go out anymore, it still hurts me that he doesn't see me worthy of talking to!

Matt POV

I was trying to get supplies to start the fire when I heard Mimi's unnaturally high voice.

"This is what I'm talking about! You don't listen to me! You don't even acknoledge me!" she cried. Seriously, I didn't even hear her! I was wrapped up in my own thoughts. I immediately looked over.

"I'm sorry Mimi, I was thinking abo-" I started, but she didn't let me finish.

"Thinking about what? You're always in your own little world! I can be screaming my head off, about to be murdered, and you'd be 'thinking'! About what, your band?" she asked sarcastically. This hit a nerve.

"No, Mimi, for your information, I was not thinking about my band, I was thinking about how to get out of here! Don't get bitchy on me, because I don't need it! If we're going to get out of here alive and well, we need to work together" I at first yelled, and then with great difficulty, said calmly. She was fuming, I could tell, but she apparently made an effort to calm herself down. Wow, she was actually working with me instead of against me. It's a miracle!

2 hours, several burnt fingers, and many swear words later, we got the fire going with the damp wood we collected ouside and newpaper. Correction: I got the fire going. Mimi sat there staring into space, asking what she could do to help. Anyway, the small cabin was starting to warm up and so were we. I don't know how long we sat there in silence, but it was quite a while.

"Thanks, Matt," Mimi said turning her head, breaking my train of thought. Damn, I was just coming up with a new song.

"For what?"

"For coming back after me. If you didn't, I'd be out here all alone," she said sincerely.

"Oh, uh... you're welcome, Mimi," I said sheepishly. Even though I absolutely despised the fact, I was still a little in love with her. She smiled at me and looked back to the fire.

"But you know, if you didn't come back maybe I wouldn't have been stuck because you would've noticed I was gone," she added, tearing down what little friendliness we had just built. How can she be so bratty?

"So you're saying if I didn't come down to help, we wouldn' have gotten stuck? And that I would've been looking out especially for you? Oh, I'm so sorry for trying to help you, Mimi!" I said angrilly, throwing my hands in the air. Girls! I'll never understand them!

"Well, yes Matt, I'm not helpless you know!" she shot back coldly, and then there was about another hour's worth of awkward silence. Good, now I can get back to my song. Kind of breakup-y, but not really. Just describing how jacked up my life is and how no one seems to notice anyway. I mean, no one even noticed that me and Mimi were missing!

I walk a lonely road... Dammit, can't think of anything!

Mimi POV

I told you! He doesn't look out for anyone but himself! Probably thinking of a new song, if I know him well him well enough. I just sat there, cleaning my nails. They were terribly filthy. But if he hadn't come along, no one would've left without us because how can he not notice I'm gone? And then my nails wouldn't be so disgusting. I just got an expensive French Manicure yesterday! Does anyone care? No, of course not!

"Hey Mimi, what rhymes with 'road'?" Matt suddenly asked me. I rolled my eyes. What did I tell you? Probably some new song about how much I suck or something.

"Uhh, toad, load, mode, uhh...'known' sort of, 'stone' sort of..."

"That's it!" he exclaimed making me jump, and immediately went back to his thinking.

It's been hours, and all we've done is sit here. Matt's pulled out a notebook out of his bag, and is now scribbling furiously. I can barely make out the title on the top, and it's something like 'I hate everything about you' or something. Yep, Mimi sucks, she can go to hell, I don't need her. Doesn't he ever care about anyone else's needs? Did he ever care about my needs? I doubt it.

Matt POV

Mimi gave me a great idea! I have no idea what the song is gonna be called, I only have 2 lines: I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known

Not much, so I gave up on that momentarily. My other song has taken quite a while for me to figure out, and I have most of it done. Mimi was my inspiration, really.

Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take.

Every feeling that I get but I havent missed you yet.

Every roomate kept awake by every silent scream we make.

All the feelings that I get but I still don't miss you yet.

Only when I stop to think about it,

I hate everything about you, why do I love you?

I hate everything about you, why do I love you?

And that's it so far. Mimi thinks I'm way too preoccupied with my band, but I think she's crazy. Oh crap, I just remembered, I have band rehearsal in a week! What do I do if I'm still not home? O.K., may be that didn't sound too good, but I spent enough time with her, right? And I remember when she used to support the band 100 percent, but after the first few arguments about quality time, she didn't seem to happy about it.

It all started innocently enough with a date. A very expensive date to the most fancy-shmancy restaurant in town, thank you. I wanted to treat Mimi to a great dinner at all, so being how pathetically in love with her I was at the time, it didn't (especially) phaze me that I handed over one hundred bucks to the waiter with the fake French accent at the front. As we were waiting for our "gourmet" food (How was I supposed to know what I ordered was fried slugs?), I was spacing out the window, thinking about nothing in particular.

"Matt, does this dress look too tight to you?" she asked, snapping me out of my trance. How am I, being a guy, supposed to answer that truthfully?

"No, of course not! Besides, why do you ask? That's your favorite dress!" I said, wondering what in hell she was talking about. She looked at me funny.

"Matt... this isn't my favorite dress... this is the one I wore to the last dance. My favorite dress is the one I was wearing when we first met and you spilled water all over it..." she said, looking a bit disappointed. Oh. I felt horrible because I didn't know what her favorite dress was.

"Oh, I knew that..." I trailed off, giving her an apologetic grin that seemed to make her feel better. I watched her as she stared out the window, evidently thinking about something that seemed to be troubling her.

"Hey Matt," she said quietly, finally looking up at me.

"Yeah?" I asked softly, gently taking her small hands into mine. I've never seen her this sad on a date before.

"When's my sister's birthday?" she asked randomly. I was a bit surprised; what did that have to do with anything? She wouldn't have forgotten, would she?

"What? Mimi, what are you talking about?" I asked, bewildered.

"When is my sister's birthday? I wanna see if you know," she said innocently. Uhhh... oh crap... I remember she told me once... she was frekaing out because she couldn't get to the mall to get her present, and she had me drive her... uhhh... something like... June 8th? Or was it the 18th? Dammit!

"It's June 8th," I said confidently. Her hopeful look dropped.

"No Matt, it's December 30th... June 8th is T.K's birthday..." she said quietly.

"Oh, well... what does that have to do with anything?" I asked, a little exasperated that she was disappointed that I didn't know her sister's birthday.

"I just wanted to see if you remembered... it seems like we don't talk that much anymore, Matt," she said and looked up at me with big sad eyes.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked, sort of worried now.

"Well, we used to spend hours on the phone, even when we were just friends, and I remember our teachers would have to threaten us with detention to get us to shut up... and now, the only time we talk on the phone is either when we're extremely bored out of our minds, or asking for homework help or something... and whenever I do call you, you're at a rehearsal or working on some new song or whatever. It just seems to me that our relationship is going downhill, and I really don't want it to Matt, I really don't. I mean, you're the first person I've ever truly loved like I do, and I don't want to lose you," she said, her voice filled with concern. I thought she looked like she was about to start crying. Wow, I felt really bad at this point.

"Mimi, I don't want it to end either... we can make it work if we want to... I love you too and I don't want to lose you either," I realized that I did spend a lt of time on my band, and it hurt me to see Mimi putting up with all of it. Gently stroking her hands, I resolved to pay more attention to her. But after that date, it really did start going downhill. It seemed the more I tried and made an effort to balance her, school, and my band, the more we seemed to drift away. She stopped talking to me so much, and got very preoccupied with cheerleading. I even went to some of her games to cheer her cheering other people on, but nothing seemed to work. But one day, it hit me that no matter how much I tried, I couldn't put together something that just wouldn't work. But I still hold the opinion that if she wouldv'e tried as much as I did, it could have worked. It wouldv'e been difficult, but I believe it could have worked. Wow, I'm so pathetic. I try to forget this girl, yet she hangs onto my heart with a death grip and won't let go for anything. And she doesn't even know it.

Mimi's POV

Still just sitting here. Matt's just staring into the fire with a glazed over look in his eyes, probably thinking about something that will never make sense to me, him being a guy and all.

I've just been reminiscing about our relationship for the past hour. I know I shouldn't think about it, it brings back old and painful memories that just leave me wondering what I did wrong. I mean, I tried to make it work. And for a while, it seemed like he did too. But after that one date, when he was stroking my hands in his, telling me that he loved me and didn't want to see this end, everything went wrong. I know he was making an effort to keep me in his life, but he changed. He was too stressed, and that made him act differently. It was like I didn't know him anymore. He still gave me butterflies in my stomach when I saw him and when he held me in his arms, and he made me feel like I was the most beautiful and lucky girl in the world, but we never talked anymore. It seemed to me that by now, his idea of keeping our relationship alive was kissing, telling me 'I love you' every other sentence, and making out. I know he was trying his hardest, and it drew me more in love with him that he was willing to do this, but he had just changed way too much for me to take.

I wanted the old Matt back; the one who would bribe the guys in his band just so he could skip rehearsals to come and visit me so we could play ding dong ditch in my apartment, laughing maniacally, the one who'd hold my hand in the park as we shared our problems and tackled them together, the one who would willingly kick the ass of any guy who was talking trash about me, and basically, just the Matt who was my friend, who I had fallen hopelessly in love with.

I didn't want any of this to interfere with my life, so I had to pull away from him; from the Matt I didn't recognize. I buried myself in my studies, my friends, and cheerleading. It gave me hope when he came to my games, but nothing changed with him. I know it was hurting him to see all of his efforts being wasted, but he must realize that it was deeply hurting me too. I tried talking to him about it, and it seemed like he listened to me, but still, he didn't change his actions. I couldn't stand it anymore. One day after school, I called him, determined to get the old Matt back. It wasn't pretty. At first, he said he was trying, then that led into how he hadn't changed, and then...

"Why do you always get on my case? Can't you just stop nagging for a while?"

"I don't nag, Matt, you complain too much!"

"Me! 'Oh Matt, do I look fat in this shirt?' 'Why can't you be more understanding, Matt?' 'Matt, you're not listening to me!'"

"Well maybe I wouldn't if you'd just pay some attention to me instead of your precious band! We don't talk like we used to anymore!"

"What do you mean? We talk enough!"

"3 words between passing periods and the occaisional phone call is not talking!"

"God, why do we need to talk? I'm not a girl, Mimi, I don't want to 'discuss my feelings'!"

"But Matt, in order for this to work, we need to actually talk about this kinda stuff! But I guess you're too manly to want to discuss that crap!"

"Mimi, you're making a big deal out of nothing!"

"Making a big deal out of nothing! We used to be best friends, now we hardly know anything about each other anymore!"

"Whatever, Mimi! If you don't want to go out with me anymore, you could have just said so!"

"You drive me crazy! You just don't understand me, Matt!"

"And you complain and whine too much! Let's just break it off, right here and now!"

"Fine then!"

And I slammed down the phone onto the poor reciever (I'm pretty sure I almost broke it), determined not to cry. But I couldn't help it. I threw myself onto my bed, pounding my fists onto my pillows, as if that would make everything better. I cried and cried for hours on end, and my eyeliner was getting into my eyes and onto my pillows. I had long ran out of strength to pound on them anymore, and was feeling quite helpless and victimized. I wanted him to hold me, to wrap his arms around me once again, I wanted him to tell me that everything was going to be okay, I wanted him to tell me how much he would always love me while stroked my hair like he always did when we were alone. But at the same time, I was ashamed of how I felt, and I also had a strong urge to hurt him, to slap him and make him feel just a mite of the pain I was enduring, to scream at him mercilessly until his ears bled, to just yell and yell and yell at him about how much of a stupid jackass he was, and how I'd never love him again, and how I wished he would just fall of the face of the planet and straight into the fiery pit of hell.

Sometimes, I still have the urge to slap him and yell every swear word I can think of at him, and ironically, it's times when we're alone, times like these, that I just want to wrap his arms around me, to tell him how sorry I am for every bit of pain I ever caused him, and to tell him that I love him. But I don't. I don't love Matt. It's just I'm so used to feeling like this that I guess that I haven't had time to adjust to being Mimi, not Matt and Mimi.

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Not the greatest chappie in the world, but it goes into depth on their realtionship. I think I did a decent job of explaining both their sides equally, but tell if I didn't. Constructive critism really helps me! Please? I'll stop begging now, lol. Review please and thank you!