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Summary: If Alex could change anything about herself, she wouldn't be the type of girl who falls to fast and ends up getting hurt. Every single time. But when a mysterious boy moves next door will she be able to control her feelings? NALEX

NatexAlex.

Characters are a bit OOC

Based on the song: Catch Me by: Demi Lovato

More than anything, I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be alone, but more than that I wanted to just leave. Forget about what a big fool I must have looked like two hours ago.

I didn't cry though…I swore I wouldn't.

What would crying do? It wouldn't solve anything. It wouldn't allow me to go back in time and fix things. To let me go back and not come out onto that porch that first day. I wish I could have stopped myself from liking him. But just as always, I had to start. And once I started…there was no going back.

I sat down on my porch again, I don't know why. Maybe I was hoping for him to come out and apologize…maybe even say he broke up with Miley over what she did. But, of course it was too good to wish for. Even hope for.

I only now had, the want. The want to just never let the day happen. I could have said no, when he asked to meet me downstairs. I could have done the sane thing and told him I had homework, or I just didn't feel like it.

But then again, it would have happened soon or later right? Maybe. Truth is, I don't know.

It was my own fault, for wanting to be loved. Now that I think of it, why would anyone love me? I'm nothing special. I can't do anything right, ever. Once I have something that I actually want to keep, I mess things up. It just comes naturally I guess. I don't know if it's just out of defense or something, but it just happens.

Whatever. I'm done.

As I now made myself comfortable in my bed I swore something to myself. I was done with love. I'm never going to get it anyway right? Why should I care if nobody else does? I'm tired of proving that I'm worthy to someone that just doesn't care. So from now on, this Alex Russo is going to be part of the 0.009% that just doesn't care anymore. That rather leave then be left. I don't care if I break any hearts along the way, obviously no one ever cared if they broke mine. But its whatever, what's been done is done. Now its time to look forward to the future. My new future. I'm not going to worry if some guy wants to actually spend time with me to make me feel special.

Obviously it's not going to happen, so why wait for it? I am not going to get my hopes up again.

"For the last time, Mom! I'm going out with friends, either way I'm leaving. Does it matter who I go with?" There I was standing in front of my mother, telling her for the third time today I was going to party, which I wasn't lying. I was going to a party. Just not with a lot of people. Lets just say, this was a party for two.

Me and Dean. I know what you're thinking. She went back with Dean? Well…not technically. We're not "boyfriend/girlfriend" or anything. We just like to have fun…together. And no, we haven't done…that thing. We just hang out, like friends. With benefits. It's no big deal.

"I don't know…I want to believe you." She stared at me, hoping I would break under her stare.

Instead I looked her in the eye and did what I do best. I lied. "Mom, I'm over all that partying hardcore stuff. I want to show you, you can trust me again. Just let me." And with that I knew I won her over. She looked at me and smiled, I did the same.

It wasn't like I never lied to her before, in fact I was pretty good at it now. So good, she couldn't tell if I was lying, or being serious. Which I used to my advantage of course.

Anyway, I dressed up for my night out with Dean. He didn't say what we were going to do. But I dressed in a short red dress, black stilettos and added my extensions. I looked pretty hot, if I do say so myself.

I opened my phone and dialed the number I knew to well.

"Miss me?" I heard the voice say, soft and smooth.

I bit my tongue and made a 'pfft." sound. "Please. I know you miss me though." I could hear him chuckle as I made my way toward the door. "So what are our plans for tonight?"

I headed towards my new black Porsche. Being Daddy's little girl, definitely paid off.

"Well, once you get your sexy little self here, we'll take your car and head to this party I heard about tonight. Some chick's parents are out of town and she's throwing a party. And of course we got invited." Just the way he said of course made you remember why he was so popular. Cause he definitely acted like it.

"Alright. I'll be there in a sec."

On our way to the 'chick's' house, I became nervous suddenly. I forgot what it felt like to be nervous.

When we pulled up, the first thing I saw was the line of people trying to get it. I never realized how much a single party can cause such a big commotion. I got out of the passenger seat, since Dean liked driving my car. He was a cars guy. Anyways, once I got out I headed towards the door. I sighed once I realized the long wait we'd have. But Dean being, well Dean, we just walked in, and nobody dared to say anything. It was times like these that made me feel powerful, even if it was his power.

"I'm going to get us something to drink ok?" He whispered in my ear and I nodded. Figures. There were other girls here, so of course he'd want to get away from me for a while. I stood there looking like I could care less, and people bought it. Which attracted guys for some reason. And when a guy in a black jacket approached me, I did what I'd normally do. I ignored him, and if he stuck around even after that, and was hot, then I'd give him a chance. A small one, but a chance. To just have fun.

But as soon after I told him to get lost, he asked me to dance. He was a total hottie, so I decided I'd go for it. That is until I heard yelling.

"God, Miley! I told you this was the last time I was going to tolerate this! You either want to be with me or you don't! And obviously you don't! I can't keep waiting for you to make a decision. I have feelings too." And with that the conversation was over. She just stood there, silent. She stared out into space. She was obviously high. I watched him walk towards the door, but as he headed there I saw him look at me. I stood there, not able to say anything.

He held onto the doorknob waiting for me to follow him. And just like that, it was like I was fifteen again.