A/N: This first chapter isn't the longest just fitting some of the ground work for the story. The chapters after this are longer and the drama starts in the next chapter.

Mitchie's Prov

Dream

I was a hundred percent sure I was dreaming when I opened my eyes, firstly because I'd just been in the passenger seat of my mum's catering van that was doubling as a moving van today and now I was standing in my backyard and secondly because I was watching me when I was four years old playing on the swing that hung from the huge maple tree in the centre of my yard with…

"Shane!" My four year old self whined stopping the swing. "You have to!"

"Why?" He giggled pulling one of my pig tails teasingly.

"Shane Adam Grey!" I frowned. "Promise me!"

"O.k." He smiled. "I promise we'll be friends, forever." He pledged crossing his heart.

"Bestest friends." I corrected.

"Bestest friends." He smiled back at her…me.

I watched as they started goofing around being four years old the seriousness fading as quickly as it had come on, before the scene around me change now I was standing on a stage -my church's stage- and my younger self changed into a slightly older me.

I remembered this night I was nine or ten and this was the Christmas I did my very first solo. I smiled listening to my younger self finish.

"…Hark! The herald angels sing glory to the newborn King!"

I giggled as I watched her…me let out a sigh of relief it was over as I took a bow and ran off stage.

"You were great." Shane smiled widely before engulfing me in a huge bear hug. "I got you something." He smiled releasing me and brought out a small velvet box from his back pocket.

"What is it?" I smiled excitedly taking it out of his hand.

"An early Christmas present." He smiled as I opened the lid to find a small gold locket nestled in the velvet.

I knew what was in the little box before she…me had time to compliment it and the reminder had me touch where it was hung around my neck.

"Aww." I cooed. "It's gorgeous." I smiled taking it out of the box carefully.

"Look inside." He insisted.

I unfastened the little clasp and laughed out loud at the two pictures inside, one of me pulling a silly face and the other of Shane doing the same.

"My mum picked it out…sorry if you don't like it." He mumbled embarrassedly.

"Don't be silly." I smiled at him. "I love it you're like the best, best friend in the world." I smiled widely kissing him lightly on the cheek, making us both blush when we pulled away.

This dream was turning into more of a clip show of my past than a dream as the scene changed again and the Mitchie and Shane got slightly older again.

A twelve year old me stood looking at the building in front of her in horror, "Webber Junior High", "I don't wanna go in there." She said, voice panic striking.

"Relax, Mitchie. It's nothing to be scared about." Shane smiled.

"Its middle school, I've everything to be scared about what if I don't make friends or fit in or…" I started panicking and getting more high pitched.

"Mitch, only dogs can hear you now." Shane laughed before his tone became more serious, "I'll be here with you the whole way, you've nothing to be worried about." He promised taken my hand.

I remembered how that small gesture had made me feel ready to take on the world never mind just Junior High.

My heart gave out a painful longing beat as the background changed again…and I wished it didn't I knew this scene before sixteen year old me even spoke.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"It's a surprise." He smiled, both his hands covering her eyes. "Stand here." He instructed finally coming to a stop. "Keep your eyes shut."

"O.k." I smiled closing my eyes tightly.

I felt the tears begin to well up in my own eyes now, I knew what was coming and I couldn't stop myself from wanting it no matter how much it would hurt me when I woke up.

I watched as Shane took a huge calming breath before he found the courage to kiss sixteen year old me softly.

End of Dream

I jumped up out of my dream or flashback, making my mum jump.

"Are you o.k.?" My mum asked when she recovered.

"Fine." I lied. "Bad dream." That was slightly true.

She raised an eyebrow but didn't question me further on the subject and concentrated on the road in front of her letting me fall into a meditative state as I glanced out the window.

I should have been expecting these, the thoughts about Shane often came when something big was about to happen in my life; for example leaving for college. He'd been my safety net for so long, after he moved away and we grew apart I didn't think I could function without him, but I had managed and would continue to manage. It didn't stop me missing him though.