Ha. So, fighting? Yeah. Stas is back. : ). Yay! Ish. I'm sorry if Jason seems really OOC, but it's just how I picture Jason being after being heartbroken, kay? Good. And my mother's surgery went well. She stayed the night in the hospital, so I took advantage of being home alone and wrote you a new chapter. I'm realizing there is very little Smitchie-ness so far in this. But, I like to think I'm showing the other aspects of their lives and not just the relationship drama. Ones relationship does not rule their lives.
And Allison is totally jealous cause I have 3 chapters and 200+ reviews. Lol. Thanks guys. : )
Chapter 4:
Things were seriously off with Jason. Caitlyn and I were really beginning to get worried. I couldn't understand what was wrong with him. I wanted him to pick up the phone or catch a train or something! He just needed to talk to Anastasia, and put everything behind them. He was never going to get over her with his endless string of Stas-clones.
Over the last 3 months Jason has brought home a total of 9 different Stas-wannabes. Britney was the longest lasting of them, having stayed with Jason for about a month. After he dumped her, there was Alexandra, Lexi. Barbie, if you were to ask Shane. They were all Barbie to him. Each of the ones after Britney only lasted about a week before Jason moved on. He wasn't sleeping with them, but I think that was the problem. They wanted things he wasn't going to give them.
By the third week after Britney, they weren't just Barbie to Shane. None of us cared enough to remember their names. It was an endless cycle and we all knew he wouldn't ever settle. Until he and Anastasia were back together, he would never be able to be happy and content again. Until he and Anastasia were back together, well, he wouldn't be Jason.
Our relationship had become seriously strained. I was getting sick of the mindless girls he brought home. I was also missing Anastasia a lot. Caitlyn and I both longed to call her and ask how she was, but were afraid Jason would get mad at us. We knew we were choosing sides, but Anastasia pretty much forced us to. Since she hung up on me, I hadn't heard from her, and neither had Caitlyn.
However, we finally heard from Elisha, Anastasia's roommate at college. The school was on winter break, so I was still in bed around 12:30. I had been exhausted between school, Shane, and Jason. After all of the press drama, my teachers seemed to expect me to keep up those higher grades I'd earned.
Groggily, I answered my phone, not expecting what I heard. "Is this Mitchie?"
"Who is this?" I asked, more awake.
"Hi. I'm Elisha. Stas' roommate."
I was suddenly alert and wide awake. "Oh my god, is she okay?" I asked quickly.
"Honestly? I don't know. Ever since she broke up with Jason… she's been getting worse. She seems really depressed. I… I don't think its so much Jason as it is you and Caitlyn. She misses you guys. When we first met, she said she had two best friends who were younger than her, and that they were the first people she ever truly considered a friend. I don't know what happened between you 3 exactly, but I thought I'd call you and let you know. It's up to you what you do."
"She doesn't hate us?" I asked carefully.
I heard a small gasp and laughter. "God no!"
"Thank you, Elisha. You're a good friend." I told the girl across the phone.
"Don't mention it. And I mean that. Don't let her know I called you." She laughed. "She might get mad at me for invading her privacy."
"Absolutely. I've been wanting to call her, but… between Jason and the last time I spoke to her… I was afraid to." I said quietly.
"I get it. I'm sure she'll understand." Elisha said convincingly.
After getting off the phone, I looked at it carefully for awhile. Finally, I speed-dialed Anastasia. "Hey, what's up?…"
"Hey-"
"I'm not near my phone or it… died? Leave me a message." Beep.
I sighed. "Hey, Stas. It's Mitchie. I've been meaning to call you. I've just been afraid to. But, no one is here, so I figured no one can potentially yell at me. Um, call me back if you wa-" Beep. "-nt… to." I closed the phone and sighed again.
Next, I dialed Shane. He was up in Massachusetts while his brother and sister were on break. Nicky answered his phone, "Hey, like, Shane can't answer, like his phone, cause like, his sister, like stole it…" She said like a valley girl.
I laughed. "Hey, Nick. Can I, like, talk to like my boyfriend, like please?" I said back.
She giggled. "I hate people who talk like that."
"Don't we all." I agreed.
"Hey, babe." Shane said taking the phone from his sister. "Sorry, I was playing Smash Brothers with Kev, so Nicky answered my phone. What's up?"
"Stas' roommate called me."
"Seriously? Why? What's wrong?" For all the hate he claimed to have for Anastasia, I could clearly hear the concern and worry in his voice. They were close, despite what he wanted to believe.
"She says Stas is getting depressed. Like, really depressed. So… I called her."
"Really? You didn't call Caitlyn first?" He asked surprised.
"Nope. I didn't want anyone talking me out of it. I miss talking to her. And I know Jason still loves her, despite his current 'I hate Stas' stance. All his little things are Stas-clones."
"I know. He's not going to forgive her easily. By the time the article came out, she hadn't forgiven him yet. He's pretty hurt, Mitch." He sighed.
"I know." I huffed. "But I want my friends back. Even if it takes me forever to get the back together, I at least have to try. I owe Stas that much. We might not be together if she hadn't stepped in."
"You're right." He agreed. "Well, did you talk to her?"
I sighed. "No."
"I thought you called her?" He asked.
"I did. I got her voicemail."
"Oh. Well, you did leave a message, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Shane. Call me later, okay? I'm gonna get out of bed now."
"Mitchie? It's like 2:00 in the afternoon. Why are you still in bed? …without me?" He asked.
"Buh-bye, pop star. Love you." I hung up laughing.
I came back from the shower to find my phone beeping. I had a voicemail . "…Hey… Mitchie…it's, um, Stas. You called me? Um, tag! You're it. I guess call me back?" She hung up after that.
I decided to get dressed and everything before calling her back. I was slightly thankful that Caitlyn was in Pennsylvania again for the holidays. We need a break from each other. Especially after all of the Jason drama.
I called Anastasia back after I got dressed. "Hello?" A shaky voice answered.
"Hey." I replied just as nervous. "Stas, it's -"
"Mitchie?" She cut me off. "Oh my god, how are you? I wanted to call after I saw those articles… but…"
"Didn't know what to say?" I offered.
"Yeah." She said softly.
"Yeah, I finally grew the courage to call you. I've missed you. I was waiting for you to call me, and that wasn't happening, so…" I admitted.
She sighed. "I didn't think you'd want to talk to me after not only did I break Jason's heart, but because I hung up on you."
"I understand. So, how have you been?" I asked.
"Great…" I could tell she was lying. "How are you and Shane?"
I smiled. "Better than ever." I spent the next two hours on the phone with Anastasia catching up. When Jason was mentioned, she quickly changed the subject. I sighed. It was going to be harder than I thought.
Christmas dinner with the Torres' was as wonderful as ever. Everyone was happy and in a good mood. Shane's whereabouts were mentioned, and I explained he was with his family. No one questioned what had been said in the papers, but condolences had been given by some. Nothing horrible was said about any of it until dinner with Mom's family.
"I can't believe you've let her be in such a relationship." My grandmother miffed at my parents. "She's too young to be caught up in all that drama. It was disgraceful to admit to her being my granddaughter."
"Mother." Mom said, slightly appalled.
"It's true. I didn't raise you to act in such a way. I can't believe you raised her. Those pictures don't lie." She said. I knew she meant the pictures of me goofing off with Jason, like him giving me a piggy back ride.
"Grandma." I said firmly. "If you have a problem with my life and the way I live it, then tell me. Stop blaming my parents. I would never give you credit for the woman my mother is, and I don't except her to take the blame for who I am."
"Well, young lady, you certainly should take blame. You're a disgrace, and disrespectful. Rude. And promiscuous." She sneered in reply.
"Promiscuous? Are you serious? My boyfriend as well as the my best friend whom I supposedly cheated with him on, both wear purity rings."
"I doubt that. I've seen all of those girls that one's been with in the last few weeks."
"Because he's trying to get over his ex. I don't have to explain myself to you."
"I am your grandmother. You owe me some respect." She demanded.
"I owe no one respect when they don't give me theirs. If you have such a problem with me and my life, and how we live and how my parents raised me, then get out of our home. You aren't welcome. I'm sick of hearing you look down on my parents all the time."
"Well, if that's how you feel." My grandmother promptly stood up and grabbed her coat. She left without another word. My aunt and uncle sat there uncomfortable as we ate in silence. When they left, my parents hugged me tightly, telling me how proud they were of me.
Instead of waiting until the next day like last time, Lava let me use their plan to fly up to Boston that night. Shane spun me around when I got off of the plan.
"Mmmm." I sighed, nestling into his chest.
"I missed you." He complained as he kissed me.
I kissed him back with more intensity than intended. He leaned against the hood of his car kissing me with equal passion. "Mmm, we should go." I said pulling back slightly.
"Yeah, it's cold out here." He said. I laughed. He wasn't wearing a coat, but it was cold. Right. I laughed to myself at Shane's logic.
We spent time with his family again, and it was amazing. I found part of myself slightly disappointed when he gave me my present. I found myself expecting an engagement ring. I chided myself afterwards of course. Instead, he bought me a brand new guitar. Top of the line acoustic with my name etched into it. And I don't mean Mitchie. No, he had Michaela Theresa engraved into the back of the neck. The only time I like my name is with my middle name attached.
He pouted every night we went to bed and I had pajamas on. There was no way I was sleeping in his bed, in his parents house, with them home, in just a bra and underwear.
"Maybe tomorrow." I teased him as we got into bed. Tomorrow being New Years Eve, and his parents not home.
"Yeah, sure." He said sarcastically. I pushed him slightly, settling against his chest.
Then next morning, we were awaken by Caitlyn jumping on us. Jason did as well, surprisingly. He looked almost like himself again.
"Mitchie." Caitlyn hugged me, laughing. Nate appeared at the door with a bored looking red head next to him. My eyes narrowed and I started panicking.
"Caitlyn, bathroom." I pushed off the bed and into the bathroom before she could reply. "You didn't tell me Jason was bringing Barbie with him!" I hissed.
"What's the big deal? Now he won't be moping and running our night." Caitlyn said.
"Because…. I…. invitedStas." I mumbled at the end.
"What?!" She screamed.
"I didn't think he'd bring a Barbie with him." I explained.
"Mitchie, this is bad. This is really bad." Caitlyn began pacing. "Wait, when did you talk to Stas?"
"The other day. Her roommate called. I wanted it to be a surprise. Shane doesn't know either."
"SHANE!" Caitlyn yelled through the door. He knocked, and Caitlyn pulled him in quickly and slammed the door. "Say good-bye to your girlfriend, cause I don't think she's going to survive tonight."
"Why?" Shane asked worriedly.
"Because she invited Stas tonight." Caitlyn replied seething slightly.
"And that's bad because?" Shane asked cluelessly.
I sighed. "Maybe 'cause Jason has Barbie out there with him?" I suggested.
"Oh. This will be bad for Stas more so than Jason."
"Most likely." I said softly. "And I can't call her and say, oh sorry change your plans again for me cause Jason brought his toy with him?"
"All we can do now is wait and watch the inevitable fall out. Maybe you should warn Jason." Shane suggested.
"He'll leave, and then they won't ever talk." I sighed.
Caitlyn looked at me suddenly with narrowed eyes. "Are you playing match maker?"
"More like Ms. Fix-it, but yeah." I replied.
"And you didn't tell me?" Caitlyn pouted.
I smiled. "Well, help now."
I was on edge the rest of the day. As we were getting ready to go out to dinner -not as fancy as the last time-, I could barely sit still.
"Okay, can we leave yet?" Jason asked bored.
I stuttered. "Uh, no, we're, uh, waiting for someone else. And Barbie is still getting ready."
Jason glared. "She has a name, Mitchie." Thankfully the doorbell rang.
Caitlyn and I ran over to it. Jason came to see who it was and unfortunately saw before we could push her back out to warn her. "What is she doing here?" Jason asked.
"You didn't tell him? Mitchie!" Anastasia yelled, trying to move back to her car.
"No, Stas, I was going to this morning, but-"
"Why is she here, Mitchie? Since when have you been talking to her?" Jason demanded.
I turned quickly on my heel, letting Caitlyn deal with Anastasia. "She's my friend, Jason. I can talk to her whenever I want. And I didn't know you were bring Barbie with you."
"Who's Barbie?" Anastasia asked, coming back in. "One of your many girlfriends?"
"More like all of them." Nate mumbled.
"None of your business." He yelled at her.
"Where do you get off being mad at me?" She yelled back.
"You broke up with me, remember?" Jason continued yelling.
"You were the one who moved on awfully fast." She threw back.
"What's going on?" Barbie asked from the stairs. Anastasia scoffed, looking at her.
"You know what? I came here to enjoy New Years Eve with my friends I haven't seen in long as time. I was invited, so if you have a problem with me being here, that's on you." Anastasia turned to Shane, Nate, Caitlyn, and I. "Are we leaving anytime soon?"
We nodded. I looked at Shane who smiled encouragingly at me. I was lucky to have him to help me with this. He made sure to grab Jason and pull him with us. To say dinner was awkward would be an understatement. This was not the reunion I'd been hoping for.
Bree is more rested, but still tired. She thanks everyone for their concern and offers of reincarnation/resurrection. :)