A/N: Hey y'all. Sorry I haven't posted in like... 3 months. I moved to a new town, haven't paid my internet bill in God knows how long, and have spent maybe 25% of my time trying to find things to do with my roommate so we can get to know one another, the rest of the 75% being spent on work and music. I hope you guys didn't get too confused at the end of the last chapter, because when I read it back, it seemed like it was just sort of thrown in there, but that really was part of a flashback when they were on their way home from the Demi show. I'll touch back more on that.

In other news, if you guys could leave a review when you stop by, that would be awesome. I don't ask because I'm one of those authors that demands updates, I ask because I want to know what's working, what isn't, and I just want to see that the Lovez/Demena/etc. fandom is still alive and well. (;

Love you guys bunches;

Away we go!

Nightingale11 8/21/13 . chapter 6

shit Alex shouldn't have said that especially after Mitch was trying to fix things afterwards. Now shes probably getting herself into more trouble.
So Alex already knows about her feelings, wonder when mitchie will find out...or if she already knows too.

I know! Sometimes we say the harshest things to the people we love and it either helps them or hurts them. We'll see how it worked out in this case!

Suefanficlover 8/21/13 . chapter 6

Another great update.. this is really good. I love it. Yeah i want mitch and alex to be togathr but i think its upto u. coz i know u'll hav d right timing. I understand where alex is cumin from n so she is worried abt Mitch. N mitch here is d rebel so she gotta do what a rebel does best- i.e: Rebel ;)
The part i loved the most- So get the Hell off that horse you're on, put out that torch you're carrying for yourself, and stop all of the bullshit right now, before it's too late.. lol

Thank you! And I'm really excited to show you guys how they get together and what really pushes them to that point, but time is important here. As for that little quote, it was actually a quote from a text message I'd sent to one of my friends who was getting into some really insane shit and I figured it would be pretty great to use here, since me and Alex are going through a similar thing right now.

LovezObsessed 8/21/13 . chapter 6

Hurry with more this Is so good ... I hope Mitch doesn't get hurt or into trouble

I'm going as fast as I can while still having a smidgen of a social life. I've never been one of those people who can sit down and write a chapter or two in one night. It literally takes me days to write a couple thousand words because I get super inspired for about five minutes and then try to sit down and write and it all just goes to shit the second I get hungry or I get distracted by my phone. As for Mitch, we'll see what she gets herself into... Or, you know... Doesn't. (;

PRESENT DAY : Mitchie POV

As I drove away from Alex's house, I realized that I was being childish. I knew that what I was doing wasn't right, but I never really thought about why it wasn't right.

It had been about a week since I'd left that day. I had a feeling she would need time to cool down and I wanted to try my best to get as much money as I could saved up before I apologized and convinced her to go with me.

I knew as I slammed the button to turn my radio off that I needed to call it quits. I'd already sold a fairly good amount of the weed that week, with only a few ounces left to get rid of and cash in on. I was sort of worried that Angel would ask me to sell more since I'd sold basically an entire pound of pot in under a week.

It was really easy to get the smaller amounts out there. I texted a few people who I knew smoked and they texted their friends, and before I knew it, I was even selling at a little league game to some of the stressed out parents. It was easy money and Alex needed time, so I was going to make the best of it.

Five days after I'd stormed out on an enraged Alex, I'd found myself at Angel's house, all of the "product" had been sold, and I stood in front of his door with a duffel bag full of cash. As nervous as I was, I knocked on the door and stood back, waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

I knocked again and this time I heard a small click behind me. Instead of turning around, I gulped and stood completely still.

"Put your hands in the air and drop the bag."

Fuck.

I did as I was told, and as the bag hit the ground with a thud, I slowly put my hands in the air. I'd thought about making a run for it, but remembered that the clicking sound could very well have been, and most likely was, the sound of a gun.

Shit.

I couldn't even think in full sentences as I saw a police officer run up and grab the bag from the front step, as another officer grabbed my hands and held me in place after turning me around.

Fucking shit.

"You have the right to remain silent..." was all I heard as the rest of my Miranda Rights were being heard of more as dragged out whale cries. It was then that I began to think of a plan. I knew how to lie like it was nobody's business.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" I screamed, sounding terrified.

"We are placing you under arrest for the distribution of illegal substances," the officer said to me in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I don't know what's going on here, but someone please tell me what I did?" I was good.

"We've been watching this house on and off for months. We finally busted him last night and we had a feeling some of his little group would be back."

It didn't take me long to come up with the rest of my story when I thought about the "If found, please return to:" patch sewn into the duffel bag Angel had given me on that first day.

Time to kick in the water-works, I thought as I began to cry my eyes out.

"Drugs? THIS IS A DRUG HOUSE? I found some bag out by my apartment trashcans and saw one of those "Return to" patches on it that said to bring it here. How on earth am I supposed to know what it means? I was just trying to be a good person because I know that I'd want someone to return my wallet if I lost it. I can't believe I'm going to get into trouble for trying to be the good-guy! The ONE DAY I take out my trash I-"

I was cut off by the officer midway through an emotionally driven babble, complete with tears, spit, hair stuck to my red face...

"Look kid, we're gonna have to check the bag, check your car, check your home, and drug test you to see if you're telling the truth, but we'll try to get it all taken care of before we bring you in, okay? Stop freakin' out, we assumed the worst and I'm sure you can imagine why. This man was into some seriously bad shit."

I was really glad I'd taken that acting class when I was a freshman. Crying on queue was the greatest gift.

"Th-th-thank you officer," I stuttered out, just to make sure to really sell the 'emotional breakdown of an innocent young adult' card.

While I was talking to Officer Clark, another officer was checking the bag, not only for the patch with the return address, but for any drugs. When he found the patch and found that the bag only smelled like pot but didn't contain it, he came over to me and Officer Clark.

"We didn't find anything but cash and a return address. So far, it looks like you're in the clear. Do we have permission to check your residence and your vehicle ma'am?"

I knew I didn't have anything in either place that would be suspicious, so I nodded and while he and Officer Clark went through my car, I heard my phone go off and thought of what Alex had said last time I had seen her...

I am so fucking stupid.

You were right, like always.

Alex's POV

I was getting worried. Mitchie hadn't talked to me in five days and I was trying my best not to assume the worst, but it was really scary to go from talking to someone every day to not talking for almost an entire week. It didn't help that the root of the issue was drugs- illegal drugs- that could get Mitch into even more trouble than she'd been in before.

I decided to call her. I usually never had to be the first person to apologize, but I couldn't handle not seeing her. Loving her the way I did at the time, I needed to know that she was okay. She was someone I could and would not live without. She was my rock... Mitchie was my person.

That fight didn't seem like it was worth it to me, to just throw away the best friendship I'd ever encountered.

"This is Mitchie Torres, I can't come to the phone, but if you leave a name and number after that annoying fucking beep, maybe I'll call you... Maybe not. Whatevs, do your thing." I laughed to myself hearing her voicemail greeting and decided to leave a message.

"Hey Mitch, it's me. Alex- Why the Hell am I telling you who it is, you know who it is. Whatever. Anyways, call me back. I miss you and I want to talk. Love you, hope you're okay."

I thought that was a simple enough message and left it at that before hanging up.

Hours.

I had been pacing my room for what felt like eons, after waiting hours for Mitchie to call me back. Something was wrong. She never took more than twenty minutes to call me back, even when she was at work.

What the Hell did you do Mitch?

I was thinking the worst when my phone finally began buzzing in my hands and playing "Le Disko" by Shiny Toy Guns loudly. I fumbled to answer it, but as I glanced at the screen, I saw that wide-toothed grin of my best friend's contact icon.

"Thank God, Mitch, I have been worried sick! What the Hell is wrong with you-" I was cut off.

"Quit trippin' Lexie. I had some... Stuff I had to take care of, but it's all good now. What'd you want to talk about?" she asked in her usual 'get to it' tone.

"Can I just come over? I miss you and we need to talk about everything."

Part of me hoped she'd say no so that I didn't have to confront her about everything. I knew that if I freaked out again, I'd either let my secret slip or she'd finally figure it out, but at the same time I was starting to wonder if that would be such a terrible thing in the long run.

"Yeah. See you in ten."

I ran downstairs, snatched my keys off the counter and slammed my keys into the ignition faster than I thought possible, not even bothering to put music on or fidget with my hair like I usually would. I was going to drive over there and tell her everything that was on my mind, why I worried, and maybe even get some answers of my own from Mitchie.

As I sped down her street, I noticed her car was gone. I couldn't help but get curious.

I got out of the car, slammed the door shut and walked hastily to Michie's door.

"Explain yourself," I half shouted at her the second she opened the door.

"Nice to see you too," she lowly mumbled, hoping I wouldn't hear it.

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been? What the fuck were you doing all week that you couldn't talk to me, text me back, let me know that you were okay?"

I was past the point of return as she stood there with her face hidden behind her hair, looking at her hands and hunched like a dog who knew they didn't do anything good.

"Mitchie..." I began, as I reached for her. I could tell she was ashamed of something, but I wanted her to tell me what was going on.

"I meant to talk to you, but..." she trailed off, still watching herself fidget with her hands.

"Just tell me what's up with you."

"I got caught today. I didn't get in trouble, but I almost did. You were right," she began, her face now sopping wet with tears and snot, in one of those ugly cries you only come across when you're guilty and ashamed of yourself. One of those cries where you know you messed up and you can't fix it.

"...What?"

"I got caught today. I had finished selling everything and I went to drop off the money at Angel's house and then I just... There were cops and... they checked everything and I thought I was going to go to jail... You were right. You were so fucking right Alex, I'm sorry!" she wailed through cries.

I rubbed her back. Even though part of me was happy that I was right and that I had won this one, I knew she was hurting and I know how she gets when she is fully aware that she messed up royally.

"Shh. It's okay Mitch. How did you get out of it?" I was curious to say the least.

"Can we talk about this another time? I just... I need you to be my friend tonight. I just... I need a friend."

She was still sobbing, this time in my shoulder, clutching at my hoodie. I could feel her breath hit my neck and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I liked it. I didn't even think before I pulled her back and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked so sad, and as I stared into her big brown eyes, I realized I too had been crying.

"I love you so much," she said to me, using the back of her forefingers to wipe my tears.

"I love you too. Please never do anything like this again... And tell me what happened whenever you're ready. As much as it's killing me not knowing, I just want you to relax and I definitely need to relax, seeing as you've had me so nervous all week..."

She shrugged into my arms again and got comfortable against me, like best friends often are around eachother.

"Why are we friends? I just ruin your life..." Mitchie whispered.

"Because I love your face bitch," I said, trying to make light of the situation.

"Seriously, Lex... " she said as she turned to look at me, defeat written all over her face.

"Because. I don't know. I can't explain it. You're just... You're it for me. You and my parents are all I've ever had. You were the first person who was there for me other than them, and I know you're going to be the last. We take care of eachother, each in our own weird way, and I love that I can be myself around you. That's why we're friends. Happy dear?" I finished with a quote from Beaches, one of our favorite movies, and she looked back up at me with a smile on her face.

"Jesus, Lex, you in love with me or some shit?" she asked jokingly.

She has no idea.