Title: Picking Up The Pieces (1/?)
Pairing: Alex/Mitchie, Alex/Dean
Rating: T (Rating may change)
Summary: Mitchie finishes tour with Connect 3, and when she comes back, things with her girlfriend, Alex, aren't the same as when she left.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story, besides the idea.
"Mom, I've missed you so much! You have no idea. It's not the same waking up, and not smelling your famous Torres eggs." Mitchie exclaimed, embracing her mom in a hug at the JFK airport in New York. Tour was officially over, and Connie was here to pick Mitchie up and bring her home.
"It sounds like you miss my cooking skills more than me." Connie said laughing.
As soon as Mitchie pulled away from her mom she noticed Alex hadn't come with her mom to pick her up. After noticing a frown appeared. "So Alex couldn't come?"
"I called her house and asked. I was worried she wouldn't be able to come, since she has school tomorrow, but Theresa said it was fine." Connie began.
"Then why the fuck isn't she here?" Mitchie snapped.
"Watch your language." Connie warned. "She said she was busy."
"Too busy to come see her girlfriend, who she hasn't seen in like a year?" Mitchie asked, rhetorically.
"It's been eight months, not a year Mitchie." Connie reminded.
"Whatever, she still should be here." Mitchie said. "Let's just go home okay?"
Connie simply nodded.
Mitchie walked inside her family's apartment, thinking of all the things she could do now that she was back. She loved tour, she really did, it was amazing, but she missed New York, and more than that she missed Alex.
It obviously pissed Mitchie off that Alex wasn't there to pick her up, but it didn't surprise her. Lately Alex was distance. Mitchie couldn't remember the last time one of their conversations on the phone lasted for more than five minutes. It seemed to Mitchie that Alex didn't care. Mitchie texted her all the time, sending her texts that were eight pages long declaring how much she loved and missed Alex. When Alex did reply, which wasn't very often, she would say things like "Thanks." or when she was in a good mood "Same.", and that killed Mitchie.
A banner was hung up in the kitchen above the frame that conjoined the living room stating 'Welcome Home!', and there were cookies and a cake on the black granite counter.
Mitchie turned around to face her mom, who had walked in with her. "Thanks mom, but honestly I'm not that hungry. I just want to go take a bath, possibly call Alex, and then go to sleep. I'm exhausted from everything."
"That's fine sweetheart. Love you, goodnight." Connie smiled warmly, she was happy to have Mitchie back.
"Love you too." Mitchie replied before going to her room, which looked the exact same as she last saw it.
She immediately took off her tan wool coat, black strapless mini-dress, fishnet tights, and black heeled boots, which came up to her ankles. Her style changed since she left, it was much more mature and girly. Besides changing her style, she dyed her hair from dark brown to pure black, got her bellybutton pierced, and lost a little bit of weight, all which she was hoping Alex would like. She wondered if Alex looked any different, or if she was the same cheeky, long haired brunette, who wouldn't leave the house without her Converse.
She was planning on taking a bath, but instead decided to call Alex, now that she was thinking of her. While she was waiting was Alex to answer, she put on an ivory lace nightgown that barely covered her ass cheeks, and slipped into her bed.
"Mitchie, why are you calling me, didn't your mom tell you that I'm busy tonight?" Alex's voice came on.
Before Mitchie could respond she heard Alex whisper "Shh… I'm on the phone" while laughing.
Mitchie was about to ask who she was with, before Alex began talking again. "Listen it's cool that you're back and all, but I don't have time to deal with you right now. When I told your mom I was busy tonight, I meant it."
"You haven't seen me, your girlfriend, in eight months, and you say that you're busy? That's shit Alex, and you know it." Mitchie told her.
Alex groaned. "What did I just tell you? I'm busy. God Mitchie, you're being annoying."
"I'm being annoying? I'm being annoying! Are you fucking kidding me right now? I'm sorry that I was expecting you to actually give a shit." Mitchie spat. She couldn't believe Alex was being like this. I mean she knew that Alex was less interested in her, because of how she acted in their brief phone calls and texts, but she thought when she got home, the way Alex acted would change.
"I have to go. I told you I was busy tonight, and I am. My life doesn't revolve around you." Alex said, without even saying goodbye, she hung up.
Mitchie was partly sad at their conversation, but mostly she was filled with anger. She got up from her bed, slipped her outfit from before on, and grabbed her black Ray Bans, putting them on to attempt to block out her tears, although you could see them rolling down her cheeks, before leaving her room. Connie had gone into her bedroom, which Mitchie was thankful for, because otherwise she would have questioned why Mitchie was crying. Mitchie wrote her mom a note on piece of paper she found stating she was going to Alex's for a little while because she needed to figure a few things out.
After twenty minutes of driving, Mitchie finally arrived at the Russo residence. After she knocked, she was greeted by Max.
"Is your sister home?" Mitchie asked, getting to the point.
"She's home, but I'm pretty sure she told me something about being mad at you." Max said, trying to recall.
"I realize that, that's why I'm here." Mitchie explained, becoming frustrated.
"Well I guess you can go see her then, just don't tell her I let you in." Max said, moving out to the way to let Mitchie enter. Mitchie mumbled 'Thanks' before walking into the familiar home that held a million uncertainties.
