Ch. 1 (kinda short)

Don't Forget

Mitchie's POV

It was a bittersweet day. Bitter because I didn't want to go without Mikayla. Sweet because I'm finally going on tour by myself! But the fact that I would be saying goodbye to her in about three minutes, totally over-ruled the sweet part. She came on the 'Burnin' Up' tour with the Jonas Brothers and I; however, now that I'll be traveling with just my band and Jess(my manager), without my best friend, I feel lonely. This is the longest that we won't get to see each other in our ten years of friendship. I rub my damp eyes as I pull up in front of her house, in the limo that would take me to me tour bus in about an hour.

When I was getting out, I saw her front door open, and she ran up with tears in her eyes hugging me tightly. With her arms securely around my neck, and mine around the small of her back, she rests her chin on my shoulder. She's sniffling in my ear so I tighten my arms around her. "Mik, please, don't cry," I don't want to see this brown-eyed beauty cry, It just makes me upset too, "you know what it does to me. Oh man, here they come." I let a few tears slip, but not too many. I don't want her knowing I need her way more than I should.

"Mitch, don't go," she whispers into my neck, as her tears start to subside into short hiccups. "I don't want you to leave me. Please?" She gripped me tighter. "I wish I could have you come with me, but Jess thinks you'd distract me." She pulls away a little to look at me. I look into her soft brown eyes seeing so much sorrow. "I know, it's just--last time, I got to come with you. I guess it's going to be hard to be away from you for so long. Promise you'll call me when you can?"

"Of course, Mik! What kind of person do you take me for, huh? I'll call you every single day, okay? Especially after every concert." She gave me a half-hearted smile, "Okay." We stood there hugging until Mikayla's mom came running out. "Mitchie! Mikayla! Come on in! I want to take some pictures!" I laughed and told her we'd meet her in the living room. Man, Ms. G really loved taking pictures. She used to be a photographer for some hit magazine years ago, but she always said me and Kayla were her best subjects. In all of the hallways of her house, there's pictures on the walls; some of her and people she has worked with, some of Mikayla and I, and some of our families together.

I was snapped out of my train of thought when my best friend released from our long embrace. "We should probably get inside before she comes running out here like a mad woman again." I heard her start laughing, but I just smiled, too caught up in the beautiful sound coming out past her oh-so-kissable lips. When we soon got to the porch, Ms. G swings the door open, "Gir--oh! C'mon, let's get these done, Mitchie's manager just called me, she's gotta go in forty-five minutes!" I turned to Mikayla and saw her smile falter a little bit. She just nodded and stepped in past her mother.

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"Alright girls, get in close." I huddled closer to her. Mikayla wrapped her arms around my waist, while I tugged her head close to mine and smiled brightly. I was probably suffocating her, so I loosed my grip just a bit. She smiled and shook her head at me like I was crazy. Man, I love the way she smiles, it's so contagious. "One, two, three, cheese!" Ms. G snapped the shot, and we rushed up to look at how it turned out. "Aww, Mik, we look so cute! Ms. G, do you think you can get this printed before I go? I'd really like to take a copy with me." She grinned and nodded her head, "Sure thing, sweetie! Now, we'll get a few more, shall we? A more serious one first, and then anyone you want afterwards."

I stepped in closer to Mikayla and she put my arm around her waist and I put hers around mine. "Okay, ready? One, two, three!" I blinked as the light flashed. "Alrighty, what pose are you doing now?", I heard from Mikayla's mom, practically mine too, since mine died a few years back. I had stayed with them for a while, but the court ordered me to stay with my grandmother. So that's where I ended up. She only lives a few blocks away from the Gomez Residence which is awesome. Plus I've never met my father so he was definitely out of the question. Angie, which is Ms. G's first name, welcomed me with open arms when I showed up the day she died.

I ran up the sidewalk and power-walked across their all-too-green lawn to her front door. It was pouring outside and tears were streaming down my face as I folded my arms close to my body. One knock. Two knocks. Three. Hell, it was two in the morning, I'm not surprised they're not answering. I stepped from the porch step, leaving the door, starting to walking away. "Mitchie, what are you doing here so late? Is something wrong?" I knew that sweet, caring voice. Well, sort of. Mik and Angie have the same voice sometimes, especially early on the morning; like right now. I felt a hand on my shoulder turning me around to face them. I kept my head down, though. My chin was lifted by none other than... Oh, it's Ms. G!

"Oh, Honey! Come inside! Let's get you out of the rain before you catch a cold." She pulled me into her to shield me from the rain as we walked into the house. Right when Ms. G locked the door, I hugged her tightly, a pool of tears spilling onto her shoulder. "She's gone, Ms G. The cops came to my house a few minutes ago. They--they said... they said her c-car... swerved into the intersection an-and she got smashed in on all s-sides of th-the car!" I heaved a heavy sob and closed my eyes tight when the last word came out of my mouth. "Mitchie! I'm so sorry! It's gonna be okay, I promise." While she was continuing the soothing words, suddenly, I heard Mikayla walking down the stairs. Even when I'm in a state like this, I can picture her rubbing the sleep from her big, beautiful eyes. She mumbled a barely audible, "Mom? Is someone here?"

The moment she descended the last and final step, is when I opened my teary eyes. She looked at me, I looked at her. I said thank you to Ms. G and ran to Mikayla. She held me close to her all through that night. "I'll go get you some clothes to sleep in, okay?" I quietly agreed to Ms. G, thanking God that I still had her and my best friend with me.

I was kicked out of memory lane just as I caught the last of Mikayla's answer, "...and we'll do something last minute, 'kay Mitch?" I managed an 'Okay' so she wouldn't notice I wasn't listening. I've got no clue as to what we're doing for the picture, so I'm just standing there hoping for someone to mention it, but I get nothing. I hear, "One, two...", the brunette bombshell leans in and kisses my cheek for the picture. I smiled brightly at the butterflies in my stomach; lately, she's been doing that to me. Being very... how should I say... touchy-feely. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love the feeling, it's just... she's never acted like that except for these past few weeks. I just figured she was going to miss me and was showing her friendly affection. Yeah, that has to be it. I know these feelings I've learned to accept aren't mutual. Are they? Nahh, what are you thinkin' Mitch? Of course she loves you, but only, and I mean only as a friend.

The flash catches my attention again. I stride over to Angie, goofy grin in place, to look at the picture she took only seconds before. "Adorable." I hear her say. I flick my eyes across the camera to Mikayla's reaction. To see that sincere smile makes my heart yearn for her. Wow. That was cheesy. "It is adorable. Mom, will you print these for me and Mitchie now?" Ms. G obliges and heads to her in-home office.

"Mitch, I'm gonna miss you. So much," she states while plopping down on the leather living room couch. I follow and sit down next to her, close enough for our knees to bump. Mmm, this is nice. I love being this close to her. I love her. Shut up Mitchie! We don't want any of this slipping out. Now tell her you'll miss her as well.

"I'll miss you too, Mik. More than you'll ever know." Was the 'More than you'll ever know' necessary? Really? I guess so because next thing I know, I'm being squeezed in a hug. I mentally slap myself when I visually shiver as I hear her next words, whispered softly into my ear. "I love you, Mitchie. You're the best friend I've ever had." Figures. I wish she would just slip girl in between best and friend. But nooo, Mitchie never gets her way. Well, except for the whole music thing. But I'd trade all that for Mika-- damn! I was going to say something cliché, wasn't I? Snap out of it! Or come up with something... less cliché.

"I love you too, Mikayla. And I'm the only friend you've ever had." I receive a scoff and a smack on the thigh for that one. I smirk, "What I meant to say was, you're the best friend I have ever had too, Mik." She giggles a, 'Yeah, sure.' my way. After our little moment, Angie walks back in the room. "Mitchie, Jess called. She told me to let you know that the limo will be back here in about ten minutes, 'kay? I'm going to go get the photo's for you girls." She left the room and I saw the saddened expression on Sel's gorgeous face.

I pipe up first. "I'll call you every day and night, okay?"

She gives a sad smile, "Okay, Mitch."

"I've got them! Here's yours Mitchie. And yours Mikayla." Ms. G hands us the photos. I look at them, we're the perfect match. Angie speaks again, "Aww, Mitchie, we're going to miss you! You'd better call, I want to hear about everything! C'mere, give me a hug!" I step in to her wide-open arms, practically getting squished to death. She kisses the top of my head and whispers a 'Good luck, with everything' to me, with extra emphasis on the 'everything'. "Thank you, Ms. G. For all that you have done for me." That earns me and smile and... a wink? What? I need to talk to her about that. Side-stepping Angie, I stop in front of my best friend. A lone tear streams down her cheek as I go to brush it away with my thumb. She leans into my hand and smiles slightly. I wrap my lengthy arms around her thin, perfect body; hers around my neck. I feel her trembling torso against mine, and speak into her ear, "It's okay Mik. It's okay, I'll be back in a few months, alright? Maybe... maybe you can come visit me on my week off in two months when I'm in New York?" Her breathing in my neck is the most soothing thing, let me tell ya. I got chills from her doing so. "I'd love that."

Jeeze, the way we're talking, it's like we'll never see each other again.

"And it's okay with me, too! Y'know, if anyone felt like asking if I were okay with it." That was Kayla's mom, incase you were wondering. Mikayla and I start laughing at Ms. G's incoherent words she's mumbling. "Ang, can I talk to you for a sec?" I pull her off to the side a little, with Angie's back towards Mikayla, and me in front of her. "Sure, sweetheart, what's up?" I look around nervously before I ask, "What was with the wink?" She smirks the oh-don't-tell-me-you-don't-know-what-I'm-talking-about smirk. "Seriously?" I question. She does it again, "Oh, c'mon, honey. I heard you and Kayla in the living room, and just right now. Best friends don't exactly act that way. You're in love with her aren't you?"

Oh, God! What do I do?! Run? No, too obvious. Lie? No, lying won't—wait! Yes! Lie your ass off Mitchie! You don't want your only maternal figure angry with you! Just don't babble like an idiot. "I do-don't, uh, know, uh, what you're talkin' about, Ms. G." I chuckle, but it came out nervously and kind of whiney. Great! She knows. And you totally babbled like an idiot!

"Mitch, it's okay. I've sorta always known. I'm fine with it because I know your a good kid, alright?" A feeling of relief washed over me. It feels good to have someone know and have someone to confide in. I grinned an extra-toothy grin, "Oh, thank goodness! I don't know if I could have you think of me as a disappointment." She scowls and playfully slaps my arm. What's with these Gomez women and slappin' my arm? "I could never think of you as a disappointment, Mitchie. You got that?" "Yes. Now I do." I lean to the side of Ms. G to get a look at Mikayla and lightly chuckle to myself when I see her playing with the ends of her hair, sitting on the ground. She always does that when she is bored, or so I've noticed. I feel eyes on me, so I look back up and see Ms. G with a knowing leer. I look away with embarrasment written all over my face.

The limo pulls up. I put a thin smile on my face, and wave goodbye to my best friend and Angie one last time. They've walked up to the door, now, but still facing me. As I'm about to step into the limo, I hear Mikayla yell, "Mitchie, wait!" Grabbing my wrist and turning me around she says...

Well, that's all for now. It's my first story so let me know what you think! advice, appraisal, all of it. i don't think i'll add any 'drama' until after the second chapter. i've got it all planned out already.