Hey guys! So I got this idea one day during AP European History. Wasn't really paying attention, let my mind wander, and well, here I am. (: It's kinda based on personal experience. Well, not really. Just something that I wish would happen….

Anyway, I'm gonna do my best to manage this and Come Together, if you read that one. If you don't, then give it a try. ;) This is the first chapter. Sorry if it's a little boring, but once the story unfolds it'll get more interesting. Don't forget to review! Tell me what you think! Hey, I might even reply ;)

"Mitchie come on!" He grabbed my hand and ran towards the ice cream truck. I fell and skinned my knee and started to cry. "Oh no, Mitch! Hold on!" He sprinted to the ice cream truck and came back with two rocket-pops, my favorite. He held out his hand to help me up. "Come on let's go home. My mommy can make your knee feel better." We held hands and walked back to his house. I was 5 and he was 6. He was my best friend, Shane Grey.

A few years later, I was 8 and he was 9. Tess, even the mean girl back then, came up to me and screamed "EW! MITCHIE HAS COOTIES!" and threw dirt on me. Shane immediately stood up. "HEY! That's not nice! Go away!" Tess ran away. Shane was my hero.

A few years later, I was 10 and he was 11. It was the last day of summer. Me, Shane, Jason, who was 13, and Nate, who was three months younger than me, were riding bikes over to the neighborhood pool. A bee was flying towards my arm. I shrieked. Shane shrieked too, mocking me. "SHUT UP BUTTFACE!" I screamed, laughing. We got to the pool. I was taking off my t-shirt when he pushed me in. "Shane! Not fair!" I pulled him in by the ankle. Our moms were talking about how we were going to get married someday. "Ewww, I'm not marrying Shane!" I yelled. "GROSS!" Shane exclaimed. Our moms just laughed.

It was middle school now. I was 13, and Shane was 14. I was in the midst of seventh grade, my awkward stage. My only other friends were Nate, Caitlyn, and Sierra. Tess was still bullying me. We were sitting in the cafeteria when Shane walked by. "Hey Shane!" I said. "Hey Shane," one of his eighth grade friends said, mocking me. "Shut it Patrick. Hey Mitch!" he smiled and me and continued walking. "I don't see how you're friends with him, Mitch. I mean sure, he's nice, but his friends are such jerks!" Caitlyn exclaimed. "If you knee him like I did, you'd understand," I said. Nate then muttered something to Caitlyn. I still don't know what he said, but Caitlyn smiled and muttered something to the effect of "Yeah, high school should be interesting."

Two years later, I started high school. I hadn't forgotten what Caitlyn said. I was talking to Shane the night before. "Shane, does high school change you?" I asked. "I mean, I guess it does. You kind of find who you are," he explained. "And who are you?" I wondered.

"Well, I'm Shane. I love music. That's why I'm in music composition class. I hate it when people treat others badly. That's why I dropped Patrick."

"That's always been you. You just didn't know it."

"Oh, and my best friend in the entire world is Michelle Demetria Torres."

He smiled and hugged me. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mitch."

Present Day – Mitchie's POV

I'm really sick of this cold weather. I love New Jersey, but its February and there's STILL snow! Thank god for Shane and his car, otherwise I'd have to wait at the bus stop. And I really don't wanna do that. I wish I could drive. All the other sophomores can, but NO….I have to wait until I'm "more mature." I finally decided to get out of my nice warm bed, ran to my closet, and quickly threw on jeans, a black t-shirt, my favorite sweatshirt (blue with "New York City" on the front. Shane gave it to me when he got back), and UGG boots. I straightened my long black hair and put on my makeup. I ran downstairs and was greeted by my mom, as usual. "Hi sweetie. Are you riding the bus today?" I sighed in frustration. "No Mommy, I'm riding with Shane, like always. And he's bringing me home, like always," I replied. My mom smiled like she knew something. "Okay, have a good time with your husband," she said matter-of-factly. "MOM! He's just my friend!" She just can't seem to get that through her head. My phone rang with Shane's ringtone (him screaming PICK UP!) and I didn't answer. He was just telling me that he was here. I picked up my backpack and two bagels, one for me and one for Shane, and walked out the door. "Bye Mom!"

I jogged up to Shane's car. He named it Matilda; it was his baby. He looked like a rock star, as usual. His black hair was tousled, and his mirrored aviator sunglasses gave him a sense of mystery. He wore skinny jeans, a Nike t-shirt, and a black North Face jacket. I opened the passenger door to get in and he smiled. If he wasn't my best friend, he'd be so attractive. "Hey Mitch! How are you this morning?" He asked. I smiled; he asked me this every morning. "I'm fine, but I'm cold," I said. He tossed me my coat. I looked at him weirdly. He knew that look. "You left it at my house yesterday," he explained. "Oh. Thanks. Are you guys coming for spaghetti night tonight?" I asked. Every Wednesday, the Grey's came over for spaghetti. It really wasn't a hassle, considering the fact that they lived two houses down. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Mom's bringing pie," He said. "AH YES! What kind?" I got excited. Denises's pie was the best. "I believe it's peach this week," he said.

The rest of the way we rode in comfortable silence. He pulled into school and opened my door for me, always a gentleman. We headed inside towards his locker. Then she came up. Ashley. I really don't like her, but she's Shane's girlfriend. So I act like I do. "Shaney!" her voice bothered me like nails on a chalkboard. Shane went over and half-heartedly hugged her. She looked like she was dressed for the freaking red carpet. She had on a tight black skirt, lace lank top, cashmere sweater, and stilettos. Her hair was freshly curled, and her face looked flawless. She looked over at me. "Oh, hey Mitchie,: she said unenthusiastically. This is why I don't like her. She looks down on me just because I don't shop at Saks Fifth Avenue. I can't afford that! Anyway, I got bored of watching Ashley fall all over Shane, and of watching Shane thoroughly enjoy it, so I left. "I'll see ya later, Shane." I began to walk away. "Bye Mitch! See ya after class!" he yelled. I nodded and continued walking.

I got to my locker and met up with Nate and Caitlyn. We walked to English and took our usual spot in the back. "Guys, did you see Ashley today? She looked ridiculous!" Caitlyn said. She hated Ashley more than I did. She was convinced that Shane and I were meant to be. I didn't see it. "I did. She was trying to kiss Shane. He didn't seem that into her," Nate said. "I know! He never is!" Caitlyn said. I cut in. "He enjoys her falling over him," I said.

"You mean when he was laughing at her this morning?" Nate asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, that was my fault. I was making faces behind her. He was miserable before."

"Haha oh. You would do that."

"But seriously Mitch, Shane has a thing for you. He's always liked you."

"Has he told you that?"

"Well, no, but it's so obvious. I don't know why he's even with Ashley. He'd much rather be with you."

"Whatever you say, Nate."

For the rest of class, I sat there and thought about Shane. I'd known him my whole life. I never really thought about him that way. Probably because the situation never came up. But if it did, I wouldn't be totally opposed. I wouldn't mind having his firm arms around me, or looking into his chocolate brown eyes. I wouldn't mind wearing his favorite grey jacket that smelled like Old Spice (the cologne he wore). And I wouldn't mind kissing him. Yeah, being with Shane would be amazing. But I think the transition would probably be really hard. The bell rang and I walked out of class with Caitlyn. "Mitch, what's up? You were staring at the wall for like all of English," she asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about some stuff."

"Oh, okay, well when you wanna talk about it…."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks Caity."

"It's what I'm here for."

"MITCH!" The sound of his voice instantly brought a smile to my face. He jogged to catch up with me. "Hey Shane! How was Spanish?" He frowned. Spanish was his least favorite subject. "Ugh, terrible." He said. Caitlyn walked with us, obviously entertained, until she had to go to her locker. "See ya , Cait!" I said a quick goodbye and kept walking with Shane. He turned into a different hallway than we usually did. "Um, Shane, why are we going this way?" I asked. "I don't know, I just wanted to change it up," he replied. I shrugged and we continued walking. Next thing I know, I see Ashley making out with this other guy. I'm surrounded by Ashley, Patrick Black, and Shane's eyes, filled with anger.

Fantastic.

Well, that's it! Sorry it's short. It was like 6.5 pages when i wrote it on paper, but it was like three when i typed it! Should I continue? Cause personally, I'm excited to let this story unfold. Let me know! Click the little review button! (: