Chapter 1:

Mitchie Torres stepped into her old house and breathed in the wonderful smell of oak wood. She hadn't seen the house since she was 5, which was 11 years ago.
"Mitchie, could you please move out of the way?" her mother asked as she walked in behind her carrying a box. Mitchie ran upstairs and down a hallway to find herself stopping outside a door. Not just any door. The door. The door that led to her bedroom. She gently ran her hand over the lilac purple, peeling paint. As she crouched down, she noticed a mark in the bottom right corner of the door. S + M 4eva. She smiled. S and M resembled Shane and Mitchie. Shane had been her childhood best friend when she was 5 and he was 6. She hadn't seen him since she had moved to England. 'I wonder if he remembers me' she thought as she opened the door and stepped in. it was exactly as had remembered it. The old wooden wooden wardrobe, the light pink walls, the window. As if in a daze, Mitchie slowly walked towards the window. The view led into a bedroom. The last time Mitchie had looked out the window, Shane had been standing there, looking back. 'Could it still be his room?' she thought as her eyes darted across the room, looking for clues.
"Mitchie! Could you please come downstairs?" her mothers voice echoed up the stair and drifted down the hallway. She instantly looked away from the room, and then went to see what her mother wanted. "Mitchie!" a male voice called as she walked down the stairs. She was strangled into a hug by a teenage boy that had just come out from the lounge room. As they parted, Mitchie suddenly recognized who it was.
"OMG! Nate! Wow you've grown!" She exclaimed as a smile spread across her face.
"Well, I was 4 when you left so I would have grown" Shane's younger brother returned the smile.
"I thought you'd be glad to see each other" Mitchie's mother said from the lounge room.
"Shane really missed you" Nate said quietly so only Mitchie could hear.
"Really?" she responded, trying to hide her growing smile.

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"So what was it like living in England?" Nate asked as he helped her move her bed into a corner.
"If you really want to know, it never stopped raining" She said keeping a straight face. They both looked at each other before grinning stupidly and flopping on the bed. From they were sitting, they had a great view out the window.
"Hey, is that still Shanes room?" She asked shyly. Nate followed her line of sight before nodding.
"Yeah, he never moved. He likes staring out into your room. It's like he was always wishing you would come back." Mitchie smiled to herself.
"Hey guys, are you done?" Mitchie's mother asked as she walked in followed by Nate's.
"Yeah, we're just taking a break." Mitchie replied.
"Well, I want it done by tonight. The rest of Nate's family is coming over for dinner." Mitchie's jaw dropped. Shane was going to be in her house in a matter of hours. She quickly jumped us as if something had just bitten her.
"Come on, Nate. We have work to do." She said, pulling him up. He groaned as he followed her to pick up some boxes.

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Mitchie looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing denim shorts that showed off her long legs and a pale pink t-shirt. She had slightly curled her and had a headband to pull them away from her face. There was a knock on her door and her mother entered.
"You're not dressing up for anyone special are you?" She grinned wickedly.
"Mum! Don't be stupid" Was Mitchies response. "Well, Shane's 17 and you're 16." Her mother said. The doorbell rang.
"Oh! They're here!" her mother quickly walked out of the room. Mitchie sat down on her bed. She didn't want to go downstairs just yet. She sat there for a few seconds until excitement got the best of her and she ran out of her room and stopped at the top of the stairs.