"Hey Mitchie!" He greeted; stepping into her bedroom.
"Hi Shane." She whispered.
He grabbed her hand, yanking her into a hug.
She felt the tears brim her eyes.
Today, her three best friends, Shane, Jason and Nate, were leaving her for an entire year to go to a fancy boarding school that would be closing the year after.
"Mitch..." Shane muttered, breaking the hug.
"I'm gonna miss you, pop star," She gave him a watery smile. "Just don't forget about me,"
"Mitchie, I'll always come back for you. Remember that." He grabbed her around the waist. "Holy shit, I'm gonna miss you,"
"I'll only be gone a year girl." He continued.
The door flew open; Jason and Nate fell to the floor.
Mitchie smiled. "Nathaniel, Jason, were you two spying on us again?"
Nate laughed and crossed the room, pulling her into a tight hug. "Sorry Mitch, but you know we can't resist." He let her go and Jason claimed the next hug.
"I do?" she asked.
"You do."
A car horn honked, and Jase pulled her into another hug.
"Bye Mitch." He disappeared out the door, shooting a sad glance her way.
Nate claimed her next, tacking her onto her bed.
"Hey!" She laughed, ruffling his hair.
"Bye Mitch." Nate hugged her one more time before leaving the room. "Don't you dare break anything while I'm not there to catch you,"
Shane held his arms out, and she crawled into them. He hugged her tightly to his chest, his free hand resting on the back of her head.
"I love you Shane." Mitchie blurted out.
"I love you too Mitchie, I'll write, I'll call, I'll video chat, anything to keep us talking, okay?"
She nodded.
"I have to go...Be a good girl, and stay away from boys." He chuckled.
"I promise." She smiled and let go, holding her breath as he walked out of her room.
She waved from her balcony, and watched as the car was out of sight.
"He'll come back," Mitchie whispered.
Fifteen year old Mitchie Torres threw herself out of bed. It was June 2nd, the first day of summer, and the day Jason, Nathaniel, and Shane were coming home.
"Mitchie!" Her mother called out.
"Coming!" She yelled back.
Mitchie threw on a random outfit, unbrading her long brown hair and grabbing her bag.
"Ready!' She smiled.
Her mom was to drop her off at the airport. She had no idea how they would get home.
"Here you go honey." Her mom pulled up to the designated drop off area.
"Thanks mom, love you!' She kissed her mother on the cheek and jumped out.
She was hours early, but she didn't care. Just the fact that she was getting her best friends back today, was enough.
Mitchie sat on the uncomfortable seats for the longest time. She saw a guy staring at her; causing her to blush.
"Hi."
"What's your name?" The boy continued, sitting next to her.
"Mitchie, yours?"
"Dean." He answered simply.
"Hi Dean," She picked her book up from her bag.
"So, where are you headed?"
"Oh, no where, my best friends are coming back from New York today, I can't wait."
"Oh, are you going to have a girls night out?" Dean chuckled
"Oh...No...My best friends are all guys..." She giggled a little uncomfortably with all these questions.
"Is that really right?" Dean judged.
Mitchie glared at him and changed seats, sitting next to a older married couple, who smiled at her, a nice teenage girl, who knew how to turn down boys.
"Fight 129 from New York has just landed." A bored voice announced over the speaker.
Mitchie jumped out of her seat and stood as close to the door as she could.
A tall version of Nathaniel Black stepped off first, wearing sunglasses and towing a guitar case.
"Nate!' she yelled out, and he turned, coming for her and grabbing her into a hug.
"Mitchie! Look at you! Not a broken bone in sight!"
"Can't...breathe...Nate-" He let her go as an even taller version on Jason Green laughed and picked her up like she was a little girl.
"Mitchie!" He squealed, letting her go.
"Where's-" Arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind and shook her.
She wrapped her tiny hands around his large wrist and twisted.
Shane turned her around to face him.
He was the tallest of his friends, his hair was now straight, and his leather jacket rested on his muscles.
"Shane!' She jumped at him and he spun her around in circles.
"Mitchie missed me the most!" Jason muttered.
"Sure she did man...Is this why she won't let go of me?" Shane asked, trying to untighten Mitchie's arms from around his neck.
"I missed you all the same." She said from his shoulder.
"Alright Mitch," He freed himself from her grip and tugged on her wrist, pulling her towards the luggage claim.
"Where's your mom?" Mitchie looked over her shoulder and saw Dean, glaring at her.
"She's gonna catch a later flight, she had a few things she needed to take care of," Jason explained, whispering something into Shane's ear.
"Mitch, do you know that guy?" Shane asked.
"No...Just ignore him Shane." He tugged her farther into the crowd.
"Okay." He just shrugged it off.
Nate was already waiting for them at luggage claim.
"What took you guys so long?" He demanded, impatiently.
"Sorry Natey." Mitchie smiled and put her arm around his waist.
"Aww, there's my girl." Shane smirked.
"Your girl, yeah...right, sure bud."
Jase rolled his eyes and began to search for his suitcases.
"Come on Mitch." Shane grabbed her by the hood, keeping her close. It wasn't easy, he balanced his guitar case, knapsack and suitcase.
"Shane Anthony Gray I am right behind you, don't freak out." He smirked and suddenly pulled her into him, covering her eyes with his hands.
"Shane! What are you doing?" Mitchie demanded, and felt his pushing her toward some unknown object.
"Alright." He uncovered her eyes and Mitchie gasped. There was a silver, four seater convertible sitting before her.
"Shane...Is this yours?" She was breathless.
"Yup." Shane chuckled and popped the trunk, setting his bags in the wide space, then opening the door for her. Nate and Jason were already in the back.
"What to you wanna do babe?" He asked, sliding on his sunglasses.
"I don't know, you decide." Mitchie ordered.
"Fine, let's go to the park." Shane pulled into traffic, he laughed as her hair was whipped around in the wind.
Things couldn't get better than this.