Chapter Four


"Dude, trust me. She's different."

It's now almost nine PM. I've spent the last hour trying to convince my brother, Shane, that Mitchie is not some stupid, crazy fan girl out for my fame. I'll repeat it again; she's different. She doesn't swoon every time I walk by, and I don't have to worry about her suddenly leaning over to sniff my hair or something when I'm with her. She's normal, unlike every other girl on the planet. But obviously, Shane doesn't seem to believe me.

"Oh yeah? They're all different at first. Remember Miley?" He chides. My hands curl into fists and I grit my teeth, heat rushing to my face as I lean into the phone.

"Shane, shut up." I hiss. He KNEW not to bring up Miley. That was the last thing I wanted to deal with right now.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm just reminding you. Be careful, dude. I don't want you to end up like you did when she turned out to be something else entirely."

I nodded, understanding what he meant as I slowly relaxed from my tension. Shane was right; I just had to be careful.

"Thanks, man." I replied, leaning back against the couch. "Talk to ya later."


We hang up and I stare into space, thinking about Mitchie. She was nothing like Miley. Miley was girly, preppy, bubbly….Mitchie was….dark. Mysterious. Beautiful. I shake the thoughts out of my head and take the stairs two at a time to my oversized bedroom, throwing myself back onto my giant bed. I sink into the mattress and close my eyes, thinking about everything that has happened today. Why was Mitchie suddenly being so nice? I smile as I remember the feel of her hands against my skin. I wish those hands were somewhere else…

Hey, I'm a teenage guy. Cut me some slack.


I don't know what drove me to get to school ten minutes before everyone else, but perhaps it was the fact that I might possibly find Mitchie somewhere and get to talk to her before the crazy fan stalkers show up. I burst through the front doors and pause just inside the lobby, thinking. Where would Mitchie possibly be? And why would she be at school early? God, I'm such a moron. Of course no one is going to come to school early. Nice one, Nate. Way to use your brain.

Since I have some time to kill, I decide to wander around. I haven't really seen much of the school- after all, I've only been there what, two or three days? I pass the art room, where I can see paper flying off the shelves and pastels stacked to the ceiling; the library, where the books are so numerous I don't know if I'd ever find my way out of there; and then the music room. I stop just outside the door. A soft voice is coming from the inside. I peer around the corner and look in, only to see Mitchie sitting in front of a music stand, strumming a guitar softly. Her lips are moving and I can barely make out the words, but watching her enchants me. Her head is hung down, hair falling in front of her face as she watches her own fingers pluck at the guitar. A true musician- I can tell just by looking at her. Momentarily she stops strumming and reaches for the pencil on the music stand, scribbling down something before going back to her playing. This time I can make out the words.

I don't want to be afraid
I wanna wake up feeling
Beautiful today and know that
I'm okay,
'Cause everyone's perfect in usual ways.
So see
I just wanna believe in me

She hits a wrong chord and bites her lip, lifting her head for the first time. I duck back around the corner before she notices me. Once I hear the guitar strumming softly again, I look back inside. No she is getting into the song; bobbing her head, tapping her foot. I didn't even guess she played- it only makes me want to get to know her more.

The bell finally rings and I walk away from the classroom as students pour into the hallways. Time to go back to big-ass Nate.


The day passes in a blur, with girls coming up to me here and there to flirt, teachers staring at me with loving adoration, more guys asking me if I have any 'connections'- whatever that means. I'm ready to pass out from the over-attention as I walk into my final class of the day, my only class with her. Mitchie.

I take my seat behind her and instantly poke her in the back with my pencil. She turns around and glares at me.

"I thought we were friends?" She hisses. I just shrug my shoulders.

"Right. And friends show other friends what they spend their time writing in World History class," I mention, hoping she'll get the hint. She doesn't. Instead, she sticks her tongue out at me sourly before turning back to the board. I poke her again.

"What?!" Her voice is shrill, but still just above a whisper. I motion towards the notebook in front of her.

"Your lyrics. Can I see them?"

Her pursed lips relax and she turns back around, not looking at me. "Who said they're lyrics?"

My lips curl up into a smug smile as I fold my hands behind my head. "The voice I heard in the music room this morning."

Her shoulders tense up and even though her back is to me, I can tell I've struck a nerve.

"Oh, really? And how do you know that was me?"

She's weak. I can tell. "Well, unless you have an identical twin, I'm pretty sure it was you."

She sighs in defeat and shrinks down in her seat. "If you tell someone, I'll kill you."

"I know self defense."

"Go to hell."


The next morning I beat Mitchie to the music room. My guitar is already propped up in my lap as she walks in and looks up, meeting my gaze. Her face instantly falls and she sighs, setting her guitar case down and unlatching it.

"I kinda had a feeling you'd be here. You are not one to back off easily, as I've learned," she spat, pulling out her guitar. I smirk and look over at her.

"I've got to scare off the paparazzi somehow, right?" This earns a half hearted laugh from her as she pulls up a chair beside me, setting her music up on the stand in front of her.

"Do you write all your own stuff?" I ask. She nods hesitantly, fiddling with the tuners on her guitar.

"I don't really have anything better to do. Just work, school-" It seems like she wants to continue, but stops herself. "What about you? Does the legendary Connect 3 write their own stuff?"

I bite my lip and shake my head. "We used to. Back when we were still just Nate, Shane, and Jason. Not 'the legendary Connect 3.'"

She doesn't look at me as she replies, "You know, I actually liked your music. Well, back when you were still just Nate, Shane, and Jason," she smiles, meeting my eyes. Her smile is practically intoxicating- huge, wide, showing all of her teeth. I love it.

"Yeah, so did I," I answer. She giggles and blushes, looking down at her music.

"Do you still…write stuff?" She asks hesitantly. I shrug and glance out the window.

"Sometimes," I say quietly, "I didn't have much to write about." Until now.

She glances at me quizzically before biting her lip, unsure of what to say.

"If you're going to play, just do it. I'm not gonna criticize your or anything," I roll my eyes and wave my hand, motioning for her to begin. She hesitates a second before turning a page of her music and starting to play.

I'm standing in the center of the room
I watch the boys follow girls perfume
All is as it should be I assume
Except for the distance between me and you

Her eyes close halfway as she continues, as if I'm not even there.

You're standing as a flower on the wall
The room is still but we're about to fall
And all the names that brought us here
Simply fade away ...

She smiles to herself as she reaches the chorus. I direct my attention to the chords she is playing, trying to mimick her movements.

Who you are is fall is falling over me
(Who you are is fall is falling over me)
Who you are is everything I need
(Who you are is everything I need)

I'm hoping
I'm waiting
I'm praying you are the one
I'm hoping
I'm waiting
I'm praying you are the one

I finally match the notes and start to play along, bit by bit. She opens her eyes and grins when she sees me trying to play along. We reach the chorus once again and my voice joins hers, almost perfectly in key together.

Who you are is fall is falling over me
(Who you are is fall is falling over me)
Who you are is everything I need
(Who you are is everything I need)

I'm hoping
I'm waiting
I'm praying you are the one
I'm hoping
I'm waiting
I'm praying you are the one

You are the one

"You catch on fast," She says quietly. I keep my voice low and smile over at her.

"That was amazing. You wrote it?" She nods and blushes again. Her cheeks are the cutest shade of pink. This thought makes ME blush and look away nervously as well. Suddenly the bell rings and saves me from the awkward moment.

"I better get to class. See you later," I smile at her one last time before packing up my things and walking out of the room. I can hear her continue to play behind me.

I'm hoping

I'm waiting

I'm praying you are the one.


:D Sorry for the long wait guys! I apologize for not updating in so long. It took me awhile to figure out what to write next, but finally got it and typed this up! So it's pretty apparent Nate likes Mitchie, right….? xD And her plan hasn't even been put into action yet! Wowie! :] Lol. So the songs in this chapter are "Believe in Me" and "Falling Over Me" by Demi Lovato. Both wonderful songs, I definitely recommend listening to them!

So can I get like, 4 or 5 reviews this chapter? I know this story isn't that popular but I think that's not too much to ask, is it? :] Thanks!