Alright, sorry I've been a while. I didn't really understand how to go about this chapter. Personally I dislike this chapter a lot.

Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 11

Mitchie's POV

I'm frozen in the middle of the room.

I can't move. It's as if I've been stunned to the spot. My whole body is rigid as I watch the scene playing out in front of me. His hands roughly hold and caress her body as they move. Clothes are scattered on the floor from the brunette on the bed.

Mikayla and Jacob.

Slowly his hands reach downward, a moan escaping her lips as they do, throwing her head back.

I feel sick. My stomach is just churning and I can't relieve it. I can't let my presence be known.

'Get out, Mitchie!' My mind screams as I see they are both fully naked now. 'Get out!'

But I can't move. My legs won't listen to my brain's command. The wires have been short circuited.

I gag as I see him. Yes, him as in his thing. His supposed 'glory stick'. He's teasing her by moving it around her center. The brunette pulls back, getting ready to enter her forcefully before…

I wake up panting. The alarm clock glows 2:15.

'God I think I'm going to be sick,' I think before quickly throwing the sheets off of me, stumbling a few times, and emptying my dinner into the toilet which was thankfully open.

I dry heave a few times before laying on the cold linoleum floor.

"Why can't these nightmares just fucking end?" I whine, my voice scratchy as the images pass through my mind once more.

These dreams, excuse me, horrifying nightmares have been haunting me. I got home two days ago and I hoped staying in my bed would make them stop. No such luck.

'Why him, Mikayla?' I think. God, just the thought of her losing her virginity to that jerk. The thought of him touching her and having her. It was all just too much as my stomach lurched and I leaned up to vomit once again.

After brushing my teeth I make my way back into the bedroom. The clock on my bedside glows 2:41. No point in going back to sleep now.

I grab my black Texas sweat pants and slip them over my boy shorts along with my converse. Next I reach for my black Paramore sweatshirt and repeat the process. A morning stroll on the beach sounds nice.

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My shoes get sucked into the sand with every step I take. The walk to the beach was short, seeming as to how it was in my backyard behind the wooden fence.

I watch every move my foot makes, somehow comparing it to me and my life. I am the converse and the drama is the sand, taking me down with every step. Then as I reach the dirt path, it proves that something good will happen if I just keep moving on. The fight is always worth the prize.

Walking about five more minutes I stop, surprising even myself. It's like in my dream. I can't move.

Looking at my surroundings I now know why. It's the place where Mikayla and I had our first kiss and if I squinted I could just barely make out a slim figure approaching.

Mikayla.

The closer she gets I can see the moon's light reflecting on her. My heart beats erratically as I take in her appearance. She looks tired from her facial expression and the way her shoulders are slouched.

What do I do? Do I stay here? Do I let her find me? Am I ready for that? My breathing picks up along with my flight instincts.

No, I'm not ready to see her again. Or talk to her.

Before I can even rush into the trees closest to me, she looks up. My heart rate picks up as her brown eyes widen. Mikayla stops all together for about ten seconds before rushing towards me, tackling me in a hug.

"Mitchie!" she squeals, acting like the past six months haven't happened, like she's still grieving breaking up with Miley.

My skin burns from her touch. What is she doing?

"Mi-Mikayla?" I swear to God this is all just a dream right now. Like seriously? What the hell?

The girl pulls back slightly, looking in my eyes while hugging me still. Her eyes show so much emotion I can't interpret them all at once. Pain, confusion, fear, and most of all hate. Not towards me, of course. But to herself. I can see it now.

"Mitchie?" Why am I not angry right now? At this moment all I want is to just stay like this in her arms where I know I'll stay, at least for this moment.

"Was it worth it?" I ask, wanting to know the answer but not. I don't want to know if it a yes. Her eyes flash a hurt look but she looks towards the water, the waves gently lapping against the shore before retreating.

Mikayla sighs.

"I am really, truly sorry, Mitchie." Her brown eyes find mine. They're glowing due to the moonlight's reflection.

"That makes it better?" My voice is calm but on the inside I'm freaking out. She's sorry?! That's it? The girl I've been in love with since I met her when I was six, deliberately leads me on and tells me she loves me and then cheats on me while I'm on tour for half a year and she's sorry?!

"Mitchie, I…I messed up okay?" Mikayla is panicking. I can tell by her stuttering and her palms, that are still holding my back, are practically drenching the back of my sweatshirt if possible. "I just, I didn't want to lose you. The day you told me you loved me, I wasn't thinking. I thought that if I didn't love you then you would find just another reason to leave, especially after I made you pretend to date me."

Now it's my turn to sigh. My anger has hardly subsided but at least she's being honest now.

"I'm a big girl, Mikayla. I can take care of myself." Picking her hands off of me I begin to walk back to my house.

"Whoa, wait. Mitchie! Hold on." I didn't.

Upon reaching me, Mikayla grabs my hand and twirls me around, making my feet slip on the rocks. I stumble a bit before regaining composure, my face still neutral.

"Yes, Mikayla?" I ask tensely. The Latina before me shuffles her feet.

"Can we ugh, can we still be friends?" Shocks run through me. Should I say yes? Should I say no? Mikayla must notice my hesitation. "Please, Mitchie?" Her eyes are pleading. God, what is wrong with me?

"I don't know, Mikayla." She looks put down. "But I can try." The girl's face lights up when I say this and she's hugging me once again.

"God, I missed you so much, Mitchie. I have so much to tell you."

Please God, not everything. What am I getting myself into?

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"ARE YOU INSANE, MITCHIE?!" The couple across from me screams, making the conversation in the whole diner stop. We all send everyone an apologetic look before I glare at them.

"Look guys, I just…I just couldn't say no to her," I explain somewhat pathetically, holding my head in my hands.

"What is so hard about saying no? It sounds just like 'so' and 'go', which are also two words you could have used for that two-timing, good for nothing-…"

"Miley, she was your friend too!" I try to reason with her. Miley growls and Lilly grabs the brunette's hands. They've been on a rough patch lately and this is the most I've seen them do in the week that I've been back.

Apparently Mikayla cheating has had an effect on them as well because Miley will call and text Lilly, wondering where she is and what she's doing every five minutes when they're not together. Lilly called me and explained it to me during the tour.

"Look guys, I know you're not happy with my decision-"

"Psh, you could say that," Lilly interrupts but stops when I give her a look.

"Anyway, as I was saying, she really wants things to go back to normal. Like how we used to be best friends. All of us."

"Yeah, best friends before she chea-" Miley starts off. I was about to cut her off but a loud crash of the front door of the diner opening did that for me. In bustles a male and female, the female apparently stumbling and shouting but her words are slurred, earning glares from the elderly couples occupying the majority of the room.

The closer the figures get the more defined their features are. My eyes widen as I see who they are.

"Oh my God!" Lilly exclaims, earning the attention of a cocky Jake holding a very intoxicated Mikayla. Without warning he seems to drag her over to our table. I don't have to look at the two girls across from me to know that they are enraged that he would actually take Mikayla out drinking and in public during the day.

"Look, Mickie." Ick. What kind of a nickname is that? "It's your friends!" Jake tries to convince her to go over to our table. Upon hearing friends, Mikayla looks up and smiles giddily before attempting to tackle me in a hug.

"Mishhhhie!" she squeals, trying to say my name. Her breath reeks of alcohol, almost enough to make me gag and make me drunk.

Miley and Lilly just glare at Jake while I make an effort to pry Mikayla off of me who is practically cuddling me and I think she's drooling on my ear. She didn't fall asleep, did she?

"Ugh, Jacob or Jake, whatever the hell you want to be called," my voice speaks up.

"Jake is fine," He grins cockily, winking at me. Miley growls.

"Whatever. A word, please?" I request, prying Mikayla off of me before carefully handing her to Miley. She just giggles before giving a hiccup and playing with Miley's nice 'curly whirl-y' hair. The southerner just grimaces, most likely from the girl's breath. Lilly just barley holds back a smile, obviously entertained.

A glare is given to Jacob from me as I head over to the isolated corner by the bathrooms. It is returned confidently.

"What do you want, Torres?" he spats, acting like I'm messing up his plans or something. I don't even bother trying to keep my anger in check.

"What the hell were you thinking about getting Mikayla drunk like that? Then you go and take her out in public! Are you trying to ruin her life, especially with all the paparazzi that are already on her back? What were you thinking?" I clench my fists to keep calm and not punch him right there.

"Hey, she needed a good time and I gave it to her. I was just about to give her another good time b-…"

"She is not a piece of me, you asshole. She is a person that for some reason, unbeknownst to me, happens to like you…a lot."

Jake doesn't even look interested at this information. To him, Mikayla is just another celebrity girl that he's gotten with. God, why did Mikayla do this?

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I already know the roles and what you're going to say. Don't hurt her. Don't fuck her then leave her. Make sure your love is real and blah blah blah yada yada yada."

Okay now I really wanted to punch him but I kept myself in check. What is his problem? He has this amazing, beautiful, wonderful girl that is like practically willing to do anything for him and he doesn't care. What the fuck, dude?

"Don't," I say demandingly, "pretend that you love her. She deserves someone so much better than you. Got it, douche fuck?"

Meanwhile…

Normal POV

"What are we doing to do with it?" Miley asks Lilly, lightly poking the girl across the table with her head lying on the top.

"Okay first off, it's Mikayla not an alien or some unknown creature and second, I dunno, try to make her look at least a little sober. I think I see a few camera guys across the lot," the blonde suggests, looking out the window.

"Mikayla, wakey wakey," Lilly sings slightly off key to allow the girl to indeed wake up. "Mitchie's here."

"Mitchie's here? That's the best you could come up with?" Miley chastises her girlfriend, apparently oblivious to the stirring Latina across from her.

"Mishie?" The drunken popstar slurs loudly. "I lush yows."

The couple glance at the girl shocked, before facing their counterpart and then back to the girl who's lifting her head slowly from the table.

"Did I just hear that correctly?" Lilly asks the southerner lightly as to not make the other girl aware they were talking about her.

"I think you did because I heard the same thing. Do you really mean that Mikayla? Do you love Mitchie?"

The drunken girl just has a dazed look while staring at the two.

"Not azz fuwst. After," she gulps back the saliva in her mouth. "we shtarted dating the shecond time I did but I waz alweady dating Zshakob. Shhhhhh. Don't tell Mishie!"

Mikayla gives a hiccup before giggling. She gives a small before her face becomes completely blank and becomes unconscious once more, falling to the side of the booth giving the couple absolutely no time to react, not like they were going to anyway.

"Dude, I don't see how Mitchie or you put up with this girl because she just sounds like hell wrapped in popstar's body," Lilly breaks the silence, still looking shocked at the place where the girl was sitting.

Upon hearing the crash, Mitchie raced over to the booth to pick Mikayla up. The girl was knocked out cold. Jake walks up beside Mitchie and pulls the girl out of her arms.

"I'll take her from here. She did come with me after all."

"Dude you got her freaking drunk and now she's passed out in a diner. I think you've done enough damage for the time being," Mitchie insists, grabbing the snoozing girl's arm and lightly tugging on it.

"Hey, dude, she's my girlfriend now. So let go of her." Mitchie, stunned that the boy knew about the two of them, had loosened her grip which Jake took the opportunity to pull Mikayla away from her grasp. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Mikayla starts to slowly regain consciousness, blinking rapidly.

"Jacob?" she questions, hugging his rather large bicep.

"Yeah, babe. It's me," he answers the slowly awakening girl, still glaring at Mitchie.

"Where are we?" her words are becoming less slurred.

"We're at the diner, babe," he explains, like he's talking to a child. Mikayla only nods her head, closing her eyes, looking like she's about to fall asleep again. She is still unaware of her friends beside her.

"Come on, we better go. Let's go, lift those legs." Mikayla stumbles once more upon having her feet on the ground.

"Do you think you could carry me, babe?" Mitchie's face contorts in pain upon hearing this. "I'm still kind of tired."

Jake just makes a disgusted face and mumbling about him getting an arm injury, working out at the gym too much. Mitchie thinks about how she would do anything for the girl, injured or not, which Jacob obviously wasn't.

"Oh yeah, and Mickie?" The girl looks up at the boy once addressed. The boys looks back and gives a cocky eyebrow raise to the girls at the booth before kissing Mikayla square on the mouth. Too drunk to do anything, Mikayla does nothing, barely kissing back.

"Love ya," he gloats, looking back once more. Before anyone can respond he's already out the door with the girl.

Lilly and Miley both stare at the girl standing up. Her hands are clenched into fists and her face is turning red, tears stinging her eyes but they know they won't fall. She hasn't cried this whole time.

"Mitchie?" Miley tries to pry the girl away from her battle stance. Any second now the crazy bomb is about to explode. Without any warning Mitchie grabs her coat and stomps out of the restaurant.

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They find her a few hours later at the beach, a few meters away from Rico's. In other words, they were unknowingly at the spot where Mitchie and Mikayla shared their first kiss.

The girl was a complete mess. There was barked ripped from the trees and littered on the ground. Underneath her fingertips you could just see the blood that was there caused by the splinters. Mitchie was kicking the ground, making it fly everywhere and she was soon pulling on her hair, falling to her knees.

Lilly and Miley gasped, rushing to her before enveloping her in a hug on both sides. Mitchie was crying hysterically now.

"Why can't she just love me?" she wailed. "Why did she do that?! What did I do?" Tears ran down like a waterfall, making her speech difficult to understand. "Why?"

The couple just shared a look.

This wasn't the crazy bomb, not yet. But they knew it was going to explode.

And it was going to be much worse than this.

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Hey guys! Sorry I've been busy lately. Let's just say I had some sudden inspiration for this story and a few others. I can't wait to write about them. That is, if I have enough time like I used to. Man, I hate school.

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