Alright so I'm sorry for the laziness. But we've got a meet coming up and school has just started. Now that I'm a sophomore they are like just pounding us with more homework. Also the one year anniversary of my friend's death has ugh, caused me to be behind a few days when writing this.

Anyway, let's get on with the story.

Chapter 10

Five months later

7:30 P.M.

Ocala, Florida

The crowd roars loudly as the fragile brunette rockstar makes her way to center stage. Her face shows one of complete happiness.

Her eyes tell a different story.

One of the past few months. One of treachery. Of betrayal, and most of all, one of the most heartbreaking cases of unrequited love.

Making her way to the microphone she greets the crowd and thanks them for coming out tonight, causing them to erupt in such loud cheers she isn't sure if the loud boom was the fans or the first note of her opening song, 'La La Land'.

Through two and half hours the Latina lets loose. Her hips swing and her belly lurches in such ferocity she could have given Shakira a run for her money. Then when handed her acoustic, John Mayer would want to have lessons paid from being put to shame by the girl.

Her façade made it seem like she could continue singing and dancing for hours. Underneath it all the weight of the past few months take a new weight on her shoulder with every note she sings, every word that escapes her lips.

Mitchie is tired.

No, Mitchie is exhausted beyond relief.

It is unbelievable how many times she's just wanted to lay down to sleep and just never wake up, not only because of the concert, but because of the events passed.

She's got an extra song to play for them tonight though.

"How many," she breathes heavily due to singing before starting over. "How many of you remember my song 'Don't Forget' from my very first album?"

The children and teenagers start cheering so loudly halfway through the sentence that she doubt anyone really heard her question.

"Sing along with me," she encourages as the stage hand brings her her black branded electric guitar as the first few notes drift through the stadium.

'Mikayla' is all she thinks, as the lyrics come pouring out.

Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything we ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me

Did you regret
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget
What we were feeling inside
Now I'm left to forget
About us

The girls had kept in contact for a few days after they landed in their respected work locations. That's all it was.

Phone calls and text messages for a few days. No more, no less.

Mikayla stopped contact after day four. Days passed and soon weeks.

Mitchie never stopped waiting for her phone to ring.

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget

Mitchie was wallowing in her hotel room. It was the only free time she had after the two months that she had been on tour. Everyone else was busy so she decided to watch television.

"And we're back on the Ellen DeGenerees show with the newest couple in Hollywood, Jacob and Mikayla!"

Mitchie's stomach clenched as the crowd cheered loudly, watching the two celebrities make their way up to the host.

'Stupid fuck,' she thought as the muscular boy put his arm around her girlfriend.

Or her supposed girlfriend.

"So, Mikayla, straight to the question, is Mr. Lautner here the 'Mystery Man' you were seen with a few months ago?"

Mitchie just watched, waiting for the girl's reaction, hoping, no, praying, that she would have at least crossed her mind. She was looking for at least a smile falter on the Latina's face.

Nothing happened.

"Psh, Mystery Man? He nearly ran scared when he heard that Mikayla was in my cross hairs."

Fuckin' cocky bastard.

"The 'Mystery Man' was just a fling. I can tell you right now that we're definitely over," Mikayla answers with a genuine, truthful smile.

"Alright then. How long have you two been together then?" The rockstar leaned forward on her hotel bed, also wondering the question. Would this reveal her suspicions correct?

"Um, how long was it, babe?" Jacob asked, looking like he was actually contemplating it.

"Well, most everyone figured we were going out about two months ago."

Two months ago, that's when they left the airport.

"But we've actually been dating for about almost four months," the two smile proudly into the camera as you can hear Ellen 'aww'ing loudly.

Mitchie's heart clenched.

Three and a half months ago…that's when Mikayla started fighting with her.

We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget
About us

But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it

Once pictures of the couple kissing showed up after a few weeks Mitchie, had to put a stop to the madness. Mikayla promised there was to be no displays of affection…ever! So what did Mitchie do?

She called Mikayla's manager.

"Hey, Mitch, to what do I give the honor of this call?" Margo joked. They were pretty close and Margo was great friends with Connie, Mitchie's mom. They were in cheerleading together.

"Yeah, I thought there was supposed to be no kissing allowed for the Mikayla-Jake publicity stunt. What the hell is this article that I find with about five pictures of them kissing?" Mitchie questions, angrily.

"Mikayla's just having a boyfriend, and what are you talking about 'publicity stunt'?" The Latina nearly dropped her phone. But Margo was the one who set this entire thing up, why did she not have a clue?

"Wait. What do you mean, 'what publicity stunt'?" Mitchie breathlessly questioned.

"I mean, Mikayla hasn't needed publicity since her whole 'Mystery Man' thing. That got her enough publicity to last practically for the year."

'My manager said I needed more publicity with someone actually famous.' Mikayla's words echo through my head.

"Mitchie? Hello?! Mitchie!" Margo practically screams into the phone. The brunette cringes at the slight crackle of the earpiece.

"Ugh, yeah, sorry, Margo. I've got a bad connection. I'll call you later, okay? Bye."

She hangs up before Margo can even respond.

Mikayla didn't need more publicity. She didn't need to use Jacob Lautner as a decoy. So why was she?

Mitchie knew why.

She just hoped she didn't as she felt her heart break every time the thought crossed. Her entire being was crushed with each picture of them her eyes fell upon.

Just when she thought they couldn't be crushed anymore, after a week there was pictures of Mikayla spotted leaving his hotel. The part that sucked was not just of her hair and clothes being ruffled. No, the worst part was if you looked close enough, you could see her shirt was on inside out with the buttons in the wrong spot.

Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
At all

And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget
Please don't forget about us


Tears started pricking at the corners of the rockstar's eyes. She's been too strong now for the past few months and she can just feel all her strength unraveling the more she sings.

'What the hell was wrong with me? Who the fuck was I kidding when I actually thought Mikayla, my best friend since I was freaking six years old, loved me like I loved her? Way to fucking go, Torres.'

Mitchie can no longer take the pain as she allows the tears to fall. She's cried during this song before, why stop now? Because she doesn't care what people think anymore.

She doesn't care that about 90% of the crowd are whispering, wondering why this girl is crying when she just seemed like she was on top of the world.

She doesn't care that about 40% of the audience is recording this and will post it on Youtube. She doesn't care that people will see it because it will prove that she's human.

Mitchie is however, 100% sure that she will not be interrogated about it tomorrow by her friends.

They already know.


But somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten
About us
[Don't forget]

"Thank you all for coming out, goodnight!" She sniffs, before sprinting off stage. Tonight is her last night on tour. Mitchie leaves to go back home in a few hours and she is not going to waste time signing autographs by fans. She needs a quick escape.

Sniffing, she stuffs her bags with clothes that littered the dressing room before making her way into the limo that Dallas was waiting in. Her parents and Madison had left the day before.

There is no emotion on her face as she opens the door and sits down until she sees the visitors she has.

"Caitlyn! Tess!" The two envelope the broken girl in a hug.

"Hey, girl. How've you been?" Caitlyn asks.

"Well," Mitchie doesn't even have time to answer before Tess elbows Caitlyn in the ribs. It's not like she would have answered anyway.

"Don't ask her that, babe," Tess scolds her girlfriend. Dallas, sitting in the far corner just watches amusedly, quiet the entire time.

"Ugh, guys, not that I'm not happy or anything but um, why are you here?"

"Well, you know how Tess and I said we always wanted to get an apartment together?" Tess questions, a smirk on her face.

"Oh my god! You guys got an apartment?! Where?"

"That's the thing," Tess starts off.

"It's in Barcelona," Caitlyn finishes her sentence. Mitchie remains quiet.

"Barcelona?" The two blondes in front of her nod. "Isn't that a bit far?"

"Exactly!" Caitlyn exclaims excitedly.

"Am I not getting something here?" The younger Latina wonders to the other girls in the limo.

Dallas groans.

"Oh for the love of grr. They are practically offering you a vacation here!"

With that said Mitchie feels a cool metal key placed in her hand by Caitlyn.

"Wha-?"

"We figured that with everything that's been going on, you'd like to take some time off. It's our spare key for the apartment," Caitlyn explains, still holding Mitchie's hand.

"But-," Once again she was cut off, except by Tess this time.

"You don't have to go right now, Mitch, but if you do, you just call us and we'll bring the jet over right away. No problem at all."

Tears pricked the fragile rockstar's eyes.

"Thank you," the girl says. Everyone in the limo wraps their arms around the girl in a group hug.

"You deserve it, babe. Now come on, we've been sitting here for about ten minutes and I don't think your driver likes it very much."

It was true. The girls were so far into the conversation they didn't realize the annoyed look sent to them by the middle aged man in front for the past five minutes.

"How are you guys supposed to get to your apartment?" Dallas queries the two 18 year olds after security and the luggage checks.

"We were actually going tonight. Our stuff was packed and sent off last week but our flight got delayed. Tess here remembered that Mitchie's last concert was tonight so we decided to drop by. It was also the perfect opportunity to drop by the key," Caitlyn enlightened the sisters while they were waiting at their terminal.

"Which by the way we should get going. Our flight leaves in about half an hour. So we'll see you guys later," Tess says, giving the two girls a hug which Caitlyn soon repeats. "Remember Mitch, call anytime and we'll be there as soon as we can."

With that, the two blondes were off.

Mitchie had never felt so lonely.

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Mitchie's POV

A few hours later…

The world has never seemed so dull before. I feel like my eye sight has come and left me. My taste buds don't bother to cooperate as I gag on every little morsel I call food enters my body. I blank out so much that I don't even know what's going on around me until Dallas punches me five times in the arm.

That's how we almost missed the flight.

'But we didn't,' I think as I lean back in the first class seat, reaching for my notebook. My tears have long since dried out. Crying is irrelevant. I was told that crying for people who are weak.

I for one, am not weak and do not plan on crying now.

Especially over my cheating ex-girlfriend that used to be my best friend. We haven't officially broken it off yet but due to interviews and everything, we are most definitely over.

There's only one good reason for feeling like this.

To write a kick ass song. So, let the magic begin.

After five minutes I have a verse written down. I must have blanked out because I definitely don't remember writing it.

You've got a face for a smile, you know
A shame you waste it when you're breaking me slowly
But I've got a world of chances for you
I've got a world of chances for you
I've got a world of chances, chances that you're burning through

I groan, tears threatening to escape once more but I won't allow them.

Not this time.

I've had enough of crying over someone who obviously never felt the same way about me. I've had enough of all the convincing from my friends. First it went from 'She loves you, Mitchie. She would never do that,' to 'You could do so much better than her, girl.'

That's the thing though. Even after all that she's put me through. From the pain from Miley to me to freakin' Jacob Lautner, I could never hate her. At least not forever.

I'm tired of wasting sleepless nights over her, wondering if I truly ever meant something to her. Did she really just throw away 13 years of friendship over some guy she was fucking and had a crush on since…well forever? Then the answer comes slamming back to me, never less intense.

Of course I meant something to her.

He just meant more to her than I ever did.

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Yes, I'm sorry I had to go there. No matter how much you may hate me, review please. I'd really like to hear your thoughts on this story.