Title: Picking Up The Pieces (2/?)
Pairing: Alex/Mitchie (Selena/Demi), 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.
Alex leaned over her bed, and snatched the bottle of vodka from Dean's hands, setting it on a nearby dresser after drinking the remains of it. Dean was like her boyfriend, the keyword being like. They weren't official obviously because Alex was still technically dating Mitchie. It killed her that she was cheating on Mitchie, it really did, but she felt as if she was already in too deep to turn back.
"Deannnn… I want you sooo bad." Alex stated, in what she hoped was seductive. She took off one of Mitchie's old tee-shirts, which she had secretly been wearing for a while now, leaving her in a red lacy thong. Lately she didn't like to wear a bra. It might sound silly, but in a way it made her feel close to Mitchie.
Dean looked at the floor, trying not to catch a glimpse of Alex's naked breasts so that he would have the willpower to say no. "We've been over this. Until you officially break things off with Switchie, we aren't going to physically be together. Now please put your shirt back on, you're drunk."
Alex slammed her foot on the floor. "Her name is Mitchie! How many times do I have to tell you! It's Mitchie, not Switchie, Smitchie, or anything else you come up with!"
"I'm sorry? I wasn't aware that I had to know that name of your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. Chill out." Dean said, still trying to resist the urge to look up.
"I'm so tired of all this shit. You know what Dean, get out!" Alex replied, grabbing Dean by the arm, and pushing him out of her room.
Mitchie opened the door open to Alex's room to find her sitting by the edge of her bed, wearing only a thong, clutching on to one of her own shirts, sobbing. Just at the sight of it, she felt tears well up in her eyes.
"Dean I told you to -" Alex began, until she realized it wasn't Dean.
"Lexy, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Mitchie panicked. She had never seen Alex so upset, so distraught, so vulnerable, in her entire life.
Alex sobbed out. "Please leave Mitchie. I can't even look at you right now. Please, just go."
Mitchie was confused as to what was going on. When she had talked to Alex earlier, besides that she was a total bitch, she seemed fine. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong."
"Mitchie go! I don't want to have to be mean to you, just get out." Alex begged. She couldn't face Mitchie right now. Everything that she'd been drinking off was coming back to her.
"Stop doing this, stop pushing me away. Do you not realize how much I love you?" Mitchie asked squatting down next to Alex on the floor, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, before kissing her cheek. Alex covered her eyes, and began crying harder, which prompted Mitchie to wrap one arm around Alex's shoulder, and another around her bare waist.
After a solid half and hour of watching Alex cry, Mitchie tried again. "Baby, please tell me why you're so upset."
Alex turned on her side, and crawled into Mitchie's lap, wrapping her legs around Mitchie's waist, placing her head on Mitchie's shoulder. Mitchie wanted to know what was wrong with Alex, but for the first time in what felt like forever, Alex wasn't blocking Mitchie out completely, so Mitchie was content with that. And hopefully later, once Alex settled down, she would tell Mitchie why she was so upset, and hopefully Mitchie would be able to forgive her… Hopefully.
