Some parts are sweet and some are well not as much, but I think you guys will love where its going. Anyway I did this before homework, but anyway I need to find my notebook…I just wrote on the floor, my butt hurts now.

Mitchie's P.O.V

I sat with my phone pressed close to my face almost all hour since Alex told me about her mom calling. Of course the thing still didn't ring but I waited. I was on the cement block outside of the school, everyone cleared out and now my eyes were pasted to the blue and white screen. I wanted it to ring, I walked from one end of the school to the next and it still didn't ring. God, why was Alex being so stubborn? I can see it in her eyes that she still love me. And I totally get her being upset with me, we broke up for a while big deal. She acts as if it only killed her inside, I was the one regretting every second of that day, letting it play over and over again in my head, beating at my skull with full force, stopping me from breathing most of the time. I missed her, I really did. She stopped talking to me then, ignored all text messages and refused to answer any calls. I would even go up to her in the hall and be completely ignored. Maybe I was just trying to hard. Maybe she wanted to be the one coming after me, but god its been four months, I can't handle this anymore.

I tap my foot against the steps, looking over my shoulder a few times as people passed by but still nothing. I was desperate, I felt desperate, but I had to be near her. Then at that moment my phone rung, I ignored the number and happily answered with the biggest smile on my face.

"Hello?!?"

"Mitchie, go home," Alex's voice was a bit subtle. I rolled my eyes and placed my hand on my hip.

"What are you talking about Russo?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Torres, go home," I quickly turned around as if to spot the girl but had no such luck. God, I was desperate.

"You look like a dog that's lost its way, go home"

"Don't talk to me like that," I couldn't believe she called me a dog, unless she meant puppy dog, but still.

"I'm not going home until you do"

"So you're not at home?" I didn't think I could smile any harder and wider than I was at that moment.

"Mitchie, go home," and with that the phone clicked. I turned around trying once more to spot her and noticed a group of students walking out of the building. I pulled my backpack on and ran towards the kids but stopped when I noticed who they all were. Richard Gray, a basketball player that stood six three, Amanda Shawl who was a short round girl with dark hair and Claire.

"Hi Mitchie," Claire smiled brightly at me, her eyes shining brightly as the sun hit them.

"Hey I can't talk, official business," I slowly moved away from the students before darting in the other direction, never again will I get caught up in things I did a few months ago, never again.

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Alex's P.O.V

Mr. Laritate kept me after school, continuing his lecture and once I was let out of his office I darted towards the closet exit only to spot Mitchie pacing out front. I watched her as she tapped her phone keys, stared into the thing and spoke to herself. I honestly didn't care what she was doing but right now I didn't want to repast Mr. Laritate so walking all the way around again was not a option. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and skimmed through it, and when I say skimmed I mean just clicking the contact because I never used this phone and Mitchie was number one, my mom and dad second and Max and Justin last. God I felt like I didn't have any friends, but Harper was special, I had her number memorized. I spoke to Mitchie, watching her do all types of turns and things before smiling a bit, I'm glad she couldn't see me. She looked adorable doing whatever she was doing, but once I hung up and she darted in the opposite direction I did my best to leave the school and out the gate before she spotted me.

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"Alex you're late," my dad hissed tossing an apron at me as I stare at him blankly.

"See this is why I'm the favorite," Justin stuck his nose into the air as I stretched my foot out in front of him, he tripped over it before catching his balance but not before knocking into my dad who was carrying customers orders.

"Watch your step," I scoffed before walking behind the counter and lifting a rag circling it around the counter as Justin and my mom stared my way. My dad was still complaining about what was over his new uniform.

"Alex in the kitchen," my mom ordered. Was it just me or was she more bossy since Mitchie and I broke up? I walked into the back, slightly laughing but then again I knew I was in some sort of trouble.

"Mom let me explain"

"You see, this is why you need Mitchie in your life, you're less like….this," she waved a piece of lettuce in my face as I snickered and bit my bottom lip. "I'm going to call her over"

"Why are you taking her side?" I really wanted to know.

"I'm not, but…I just need you out of the shop until your head gets screwed on straight"

"You calling me stupid or crazy?"

"Neither, now go upstairs and do your homework"

"Fine," I pulled the apron from around my neck and tossed it at my mom.

"But you better not call Mitchie, I told her she couldn't come over," and with that I left out and up the stairs into the living room. Everything was the same as it always was except that now Max had a pool filled with green stuff in the middle of the floor. I glanced at it before walking towards the table and staring at my backpack on the other side of the room. If it was meant for me to do homework I would have done it by now. I cross my arms on the table and lean forwards, staring out the window, all I can see is apartments and a few birds sitting in window-sills. I breath in slowly before my eyes drop onto the patio.

"I don't need this…or this….or this…hey look its me Mitchie….ugh, I don't need this," I had been ripping pictures up and tossing them over the balcony for thirty minutes. Both my mom and dad at the shop working and Justin playing his guitar in his room or at least I thought he was. When the glass doors opened I faced him in mid rip of a black and white photo of Mitchie and me kissing under a oak tree.

"You sure you want to do that?"

"Yup," I ripped it at least ten times before throwing it over the patio.

"That's called littering"

"No its called getting rid of the trash," I rolled my eyes as his fingers landed on my shoulder.

"You're going to regret this Alex, just calm down"

"Regret? Ha, its been four days and not once has she called me"

"Four days Alex, that's all its been, give her more time"

"No why should I? This was her decision," another photo came into my fingers, I stared at it as Justin spoke.

"You still love Mitchie, but your heart burns, I understand. But its not over Alex"

"Shut up, you don't know anything," the photo in my hand was a full colored photo. I was in green and Mitchie in white, I was holding her from behind, pressing my fingers across her arms that were folded over her chest. Both of our hair flat,ugh I hated my hair like that.

"Love is a funny thing, it never ends. You just think it does. I don't care how many years go by, once you love, you can never forget," he tapped my shoulder again before plucking a few strings on his guitar, "I feel a song coming on."

I laughed to myself, god every moment with Justin was stupid and pointless. Okay fine, not really pointless, but it was something. A sound of someone's voice, Mitchie's to be exact makes me turn to the front door. She looks tired.

"You ran here?" I asked as she brushed her hair back out of her face furiously. She didn't say anything, she walked to the fridge, pulled out some water and quickly gulped it down. "Des…pe…rate," I said as Mitchie rolled her eyes and made it over to the table I was at. I sat up and watched as she proper herself on top of the thing, her legs swinging under the bottom and out again.

"I did so infact run here, but that's because I was almost home when I realized that your mom called"

"Stupid," I blurt out before standing up and moving away from the girl. I can feel her eyes burn against me but I ignore them and walk towards the steps.

"Alex please don't leave me down here alone"

"What was my mom trying to accomplish? How about you be her girlfriend," that kind of felt weird to say, but then again it made me feel in control.

"You know I only have eyes for one Russo"

"Who? Max?!" I reached for the rail as Mitchie giggled.

"Sure, I'm in love with your kid brother, no thanks, rape charges isn't something I want on my record"

"Well that's good, find your way out of this house," I said harshly as I made it up the steps. My room door was open so I walked in and flopped on my bed, I didn't expect the girl to follow me. Okay, who am I lying to, I knew she would.

"So I was thinking, if you weren't doing anything Friday"

"What? Why are you talking…huh who is it? Hello," I shook my head as if she wasn't there.

"Funny," she showed her teeth a bit before plopping herself down next to me. I don't know why I let her sit this close, maybe because it felt so good, like old times. But then again all these thoughts about us proved me wrong.

"I really want us to like, be friends again, if that's possible"

"Mitchie…..that ship has sailed," she hit my arm hard, I could see she tried to be playful but it didn't feel like it.

"I'm serious. I miss talking to you"

"And I miss all the shows they cancelled just to put the news on at retarded times of the day but you don't see me complaining"

"So um," she ignored my last statement, pulled one leg under her and turned a bit towards me. It was so hard not to do the same, which I gave in and did. "Really can we hang out Friday"

"Sounds like what dates do"

"It could be…"

"Gross, friends don't date, and as far as I know, we haven't been on speaking terms in months"

"But we've been talking all this time"

"Exactly"

"Alex stop that, you know I hate it," she brushed her bang behind her ear and stared down at my hands, which I cupped against my knee.

"So, how's the wife and kids?" Mitchie's eyes lit up, she loved when I said that. She leaned into me.

"Fine," before pulling back and giggling with the biggest smile on her face. "I really missed this"

"You're ruining it," I said before standing up but her hand caught mine.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember how us being just friends were," I didn't take my eyes off of her grip on me.

"You're touching me," I said before she let go and pushed herself on the bed more, crossing her legs and biting her bottom lip. I could see her black underwear under her short skirt. I didn't know if I was staring long enough but I know my eyes didn't move.

"Pervert," was all I heard before I was met with a pillow against my head. I snapped out of it and narrowed my eyes on Mitchie who was holding her stomach laughing.

"I'm the pervert? You're talking about you're dating a fourteen year old boy and now you're hitting on his sister"

"Because you're the hot one," she hopped up on her knees, her hair falling in front of her face before she reached out for me. I stepped back and watched her.

"Sorry but I'm not into that type of thing, I would never betray my brother"

"Oh shut up," she insisted walking towards the edge of the bed on her knees, they were turning red a bit as I watched her move. I wasn't as far away from the bed as I thought as her fingers landed on my shoulders and she gripped my shirt and pulled me close. Her fingers quickly trailed to my cheeks and just like that our lips ran over the others. Pressing hard and desperate against one another and I couldn't think. I doubt if I even wanted to. I held Mitchie's waist holding her perfectly balanced with me.

"Great dinner and a show," I heard from behind me as I pulled slightly back away from the girl. She dropped her hands from my face and I turned around spotting Max with his dinner plate. "So, you two back together?" he asked biting into a carrot as I faced Mitchie and rolled my eyes.

"Goodbye Max," he watched me without moving and a few seconds later I slammed the door. "You have to leave," I said without looking up at the girl. She was all I wanted for the past four months, but god I couldn't give in live that, not so soon. I wanted her to ask for my forgiveness, she was the one who started this whole mess anyway.

"You aren't serious," she asked falling onto the bed before stretching.

"I am serious, does it look like I'm kidding to you?" I wasn't as loud as it seemed. Mitchie's eyes trailed over my face and I had to look away because the hurt that was there would make me break and give in, and like I said, I wasn't going to.

"Alex I said I was sorry"

"And that's suppose to make it better?"

"Please leave," Mitchie didn't move and I knew she was going to stay in my room and not do anything I asked until we went back and forth so I opened my room door. "I bet there's one place I won't find you….oh…at your house," she didn't like what I just did and stood on the floor.

"Fine Alex, I don't know what else to do. I said I was sorry. I want to make things better between us. I miss you"

"And soon you'll miss this room, goodbye," I waved at her. She swatted my wrist before stepping into me.

"Fine, you can act like this all you want. But what if I moved on?"

"I doubt it"

"Oh so I can't have anyone but you," I stayed quiet. I didn't want to make things worse, because every time I thought I was winning something there would be a twist and I'd lose.

"I need time Mitchie"

"I gave you enough time, I gave me enough time"

"Well the thing about time, is that's the only thing we have with one another, and your time passes way differently then mine"

"Fine. But will you at least answer my call?"

"I can't promise that," I watched as she rolled her eyes and left the room. Max was still at the door when she opened it.

"Aww is the second act starting?"

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Mitchie's P.O.V

I sat in a long t-shirt watching horror movies with my mom. We barley spoke and when we did it was always brief, but during movies is when I felt closets to her. She loved everything I did, and in someway it made me feel less guilty about my dad.

"You went to see Alex again didn't you?" she knew the drill. I was either at the restaurant or in the Russo's house, but I never had a chance to talk to Alex directly until last night.

"Yeah, but this time she spoke to me again, instead of her avoiding me"

"You shouldn't chase after the girl, its been a very long time Mitchie"

"I know mom, but I still love her"

"The thing about love, you can always make more of it"

"But you can't make more of something or someone so unique," I watched as my mom kicked her foot under her cover.

"Quantity not quality"

"That's backwards"

"No it isn't," she sipped her coffee that sat in her hand before she laughed at some woman on screen getting her head chopped off.

"Alex is the only one in the world who has made me feel like this"

"You haven't had many options," my mom was being a little harsh.

"I have plenty but I choose Alex"

"Why? What does she have that others don't? Name something Mitchie that no one else has?"

"She has my heart, and that's a hell of a lot more than what anyone else in this world has," I pulled myself away from her and tried my best to stay under the cover but not completely move away from it.

"Well you can always take that back and pass it to someone else"

"No I can't. I don't want to give someone else a used heart, besides I have never been attracted to any other girl except Alex"

"And that Claire girl," I faced my mom, raising my eyebrow.

"I never liked Claire"

"That's not what she told me"

"You're listening to other people's kids instead of me?"

"What am I suppose to think Mitchie? You live a very different lifestyle I don't know much about and I want you to stay safe"

"So you have people spying on me?"

"No, but I want to protect you from everything bad, you're my little girl. Besides Teresa told me…"

"She told you what?" I rose my eyebrow as my mom faced me, the blue glimmer from the television shining on her face.

"That you and Alex had sex," I froze at those words. Alex told her mom?

"Wh-what?"

"Jerry told Teresa and she told me. Mitchie you could have come to me with this"

"And tell you what? Maybe I should have asked for your advise old wise one about having sex with my girlfriend?" I scolded as my mom placed her fingers around my arm and held it tightly. She always did this when she was mad, but she hadn't done it since I was nine.

"Watch your tone, now you listen to me, I should have been the first to know. We use to tell each other everything," I snatched my arm away and she only re-gripped it tighter. "Mitchie, fine, you didn't have to tell me, but do you know how that made me feel hearing it from someone else?" she released me and I pulled back tending to my tender skin.

"I'm sorry," I lowered my eyes. I hated when she made me feel low. But I think she only started doing this because my dad was no longer around and she wanted me to feel her pain. God, was this stupid to think I should hurt because she did?

"Now since I only know you two slept together I'd like to hear the rest from you. When it happened, how many times," I tensed up at how she was speaking. I didn't want to say anything but she always knew when I lied.

"Um. Once," I know that it was a lie, but I never faced her. Some girl screamed on the television before she was shot in the leg. I faced the screen as my mom nodded.

"When?" why did that question scare me so much? I swallowed hard, I could hear it ring in my ears as my eyes fell upon her stiffened face. I couldn't lie to her, no matter how much I wanted to, not when I was in the death grip of her gaze.

"The cr…uise," I whispered before rubbing my hands along one another.

"What did you say?"

"The cruise," I quickly answered, I didn't look back at her as she flicked on a side lamp and pressed mute on the T.V.

"Say that one more time?" her eyes were now focused on me so much that my stomach began to bubble and I wanted to throw up.

"The…cruise?" I said questioning it myself as she pressed her fingers against her chest. I felt a cool breeze pass by I closed my eyes thinking she was going to hit me.

"I could have stopped this is I would have only been smarter about it. I knew you girls like done another but this….I…this is why I refused on giving you two your own suite"

"Do you hate me?"

"Mitchie," my mom's hard eyes lightened. "I could never hate you," I didn't expect that at all. I sighed loudly, stress breaking apart before my mom grabbed her coffee cup. "Would you like any?"

"No," I shook my head as she nodded and walked away. I listened for any sound but all I heard were whimpers before small cries came to me. I heard this every night every since my dad left, but this one was new. I just stood up and carried myself up the steps and to my room. I plucked my new red guitar from its stand, placed it in a case, slid on some flip-flops and grabbed my mom's keys on my way back downstairs. I left the house, wind blowing up my long shirt, but I didn't speak. I drove a few blocks down and turned before hopping out of the car. My hair was possibly a mess but I didn't care and walked into the empty sub shop. No one was working but the door was open, I took a few steps before hearing someone clear their throat.

"Mitch," Alex took a double take before walking over to me with a rag in her hand.

"I couldn't stay home," I let out as Alex took in my fragile form. She dropped her towel on a nearby table and pulled me into her, hugging me before running her fingers through my hair.

"It'll be okay," she whispered. I wanted to melt in her arms, but she was a bit stiff so I knew her guard was up.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" I heard her swallow as she pulled back.

"I…I don't know," she seemed nervous.

"I just want to sleep," I said as she walked over to lock the shop doors. She refaced me, staring at me again before nodding. I followed her towards the steps as she flicked off the lights. I went up to her room first, we passed her mother in the kitchen who didn't notice me at all and walked into Alex's room. She slowly closed the door and locked it before staring at me again.

"I'm tired," I had to say that because her looks were becoming deadly. I crawled into her bed after dropping my purse, I left my guitar in the car, I kicked my shoes to the side and climbed into my usual side of the bed. The covers were extremely warm, the kissed my skin and made me feel safe. Alex walked into her bathroom and changed before coming back out. The lights were out and she crawled in next to me, she stayed quiet and I guess she thought I was sleep because she whispered.

"Goodnight Mitchie, I love you." I didn't say anything I just smiled, her fingers caressed my palm before she pulled away. She moved a few times before settling in. I whispered in my head, I love you too Alex, I love you too.

So what do you think so far? Huh? Huh? Huh? For everyone that's sticking with these I LOVE YOU, I hope that's okay.