Three years.

Three fucking years since I felt for someone. Three years since my virginity was stolen from me. And most importantly, three years since I last saw Shane Gray. It took me three years to move on, but I did it.

Or so I thought.

You see, three years ago, my life wasn't all too interesting. I had my best friend in the whole world, Shane Gray. I fell in love with my best friend who happened to be three years older than me.

Well, I was raped while walking home from a movie with said friend. I went through depression afterwards and shut the whole world out. Including Shane. Well, me and him finally spoke. {Him screaming at me was more like it.} Long story short, Shane thought I was avoiding him. He fought and screamed at each other, somehow leading into the realization of him telling me he loved me. Just before he drove away for the. Last. Time.

Thats right. All because of me, my best friend ran away from home. From his home town of 18 years. {Mine of 15} For. Three. Years.

Well, into the now then.

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September 16 -- 4:21 AM

I awoke with a jump just like every other morning. It's the same night mare every time. Even though it was three years ago, I can't stop re-living that night in the alley. I can't stop imagining the crooked smile he gave me or his grimy face.

I sat up breathing hard, and covered in a thin layer of sweat. I was a little dizzy as I climbed out of bed and walked into my small attatched bathroom. I grabbed a small towel and wiped my face with it. I sighed and wiped the leftover tears from my eyes.

About five minutes later, I walked out into my huge living room and found my small computer in the dark, pressing the power button. I stared at it mindlessly as it flickered to life. I sighed and stood up, walking into my kitchen. I turned a small knob to the left of me that turned on the light. I barely turned the knob so that the room was only dimly lit. My coffee pot was already prepared just in case I had a night like this. Well, in my case right now, morning, so all I had to do was pour a glass. I didn't feel sweet at the slightest bit so I just drunk it black. I grimaced at the taste. I shrugged and took another sip anyway before walking back to the computer. It was completely silent except for the sound of the crashing rain hitting my roof.

My MSN signed me on to IM automatically. I saw a little box on the start bar blinking orange. I opened it confused. Who would be up this late? Well...or this early. Whatever. I smiled a little when I saw who. Nate. My new best friend lately.

NgArTaEy says:
What are you doing up?

MitchTorres says:

I could ask you the same thing... :)

NgArTaEy says:

Touche', lol, I couldn't sleep. My addiction is getting bad. But hey. Video games do that to a man. OK. Your turn.

MitchTorres says:

I had the nightmare again.

NgArTaEy says:

I'll be right over.

MitchTorres says:

Nate, u don't have to come every time I have the dream. I'll be fine. Besides, its POURING outside. Seriously.

NgArTaEy says:

One more thing. "I am Ledgend," or "Transformers?"

Mitchie sighed to herself.

MitchTorres says:

Transformers. I don't like I am Ledgend because the cute dog dies. :(

NgArTaEy says:

lol. ok. Give me ten minutes. Nate the GREAT is out.

MitchTorres says:

lol. =D You are such a dork.

NgArTaEy says:

yeeah...but in a cute way. ; )

MitchTorres says:

W.E. Talk to you soon I guess. And thank you. :( :) Sorry.

NgArTaEy says:

No problem. Don't be. I do it because I WANT to.

NgArTaEy HAS SIGNED OUT.

Regular POV

Mitchie sighed and wiped away the tears she missed before. These ones were fresh. This wasn't the first time that this has happened. She still questioned herself oftenly why Nate was still her friend after all that had happened with his brother. She afterall, was the reason why he left. Nate knew everything that had happened though and he seemed to be really understanding. He was the only person who knew about the rape and the nightmares. Every time she had the night mare, Nate would come over and help her back to sleep. He would always just end up staying over with her. She turned her computer off. She sat there in the dark crying softly.

Soon after, a soft knock on the door made her jump. She furiously wiped her eyes as quick as she could and went to answer it. The second the door was open, she felt Nate's arms wrap around her. "Are you ok?" he murmured against her hair. She nodded, not only lying to him, but to herself as well. She tried her hardest not to cry but finally broke down aainst his chest, which was soaking wet from the rain. The only sight she could see outside in the pitch black was a dim flickering light about five houses down. She could barely even see that from how hard the rain was coming.

Nate pulled Mitchie inside, afraid she was going to get sick. He shut the door quietly and continued to hold her. "It's going to be ok." he would murmur over and over again against her hair. He pet the back of her hair gently.

Once he finally got her calmed down, Nate put "Transformers" in the DVD player and sat on the couch, pulling Mitchie into his arms in a friendly gesture. About an hour into the movie, Mitchie dozed off, causing Nate to soon after. He always waited until she was asleep first.

September 16 {Still} -- 9:20 AM

Nate's cell phone buzzed. He decided to just ignore it and continue to sleep. He pulled it out of his still-wet-shirt pocket and set it down on the coffee table about a foot away from them, making sure not to wake Mitchie. He nestled his head back against the couch pillow. Mitchie stirred slightly against his chest then became still again. He was a lot more comfortable now because, sometime through the night, they switched sleeping positions and ended up laying down rather than sitting up. He slowly started to drift back to sleep.

9:23 AM

His phone buzzed again. The vibration against the table woke him up. He rolled his eyes and tried to ignore it.

But it wouldn't stop.

He sighed and reached for the phone, accidentally waking Mitchie up in the process. He looked at her apologetically. "Sorry." he whispered. She closed her eyes for a second and blinked hard. "It's ok." she whispered back and yawned. He grimaced and looked at his color ID.

MOM.

He sighed and unwillingly flipped his phone open. Mitchie moved a little off of his chest so he could lift it to his ear. "Hello-"

"Nate! You have to come home! I have a big surprise for you! Uh, bring Mitchie if you want! Hurry birthday boy!" she hung up after speaking quickly. Mitchie looked at him confused. "What was that all about?" she asked. He chuckled. "Apparently," he mocked his mom's excited tone. "My mom has some huge surprise for me!" Mitchie nodded. "Happy birthday, Natey. Uh, sorry that you couldn't spend the first hours of it with your family." she mumbled. He shook his head. "Technically, I did. You are like my sister, you know." he pointed out. She pretended to scoff. "Aw. And I thought Jason filled that role so well." she joked. He chuckled. "Well, lucky you, I am the only one who still lives with the 'rents." he grinned. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

9:40 AM

Nate changed into a shirt that he had already left at Mitchie's house before, since his current one was still damp. Mitchie changed and brushed her hair upstairs. She stared out the window. The skies were dark and angrier than ever. The rain started coming down hard as she could see the wind pound against nearby trees. It looked like it could almost be evening as the angels cried mercilessly on the little town.

9:48 AM

Nate chuckled. "I should of driven here." he mumbled as they stepped outside, being splashed with hundreds of drops of rain. Mitchie shook her head. "I love this." she whispered. "It almost makes me want to run in it." she continued, still staring at the sky, smiling. He shrugged. "Why not?" he offered with a smirk. She beamed at him. They were both already soaked as thunder boomed around them. "Come on!" she laughed, and started running. He chuckled and followed her in the same speed.

They laughed and reached the house in about two minutes. They slowed down a little bit when they saw an electric blue Corvette parked in front of his house. Mitchie whistled. "Maybe that's my surprise." Nate joked in awe. Mitchie scoffed, snapping him out of his daze. "What?" he snapped. "Your parents aren't stupid you know." she chuckled. Nate stopped walking on the sidewalk, causing her to turn around. "What is that supposed to mean?" he accused and feigned hurt. She laughed. "Like your parents would buy you a car like this for you to total." she motioned toward it.

Nate pretended to glare. "Oh, ha, ha, ha." he said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. She giggled and kicked him playfully, causing him to raise his eyebrows. "Don't be such a baby." she shot at him before taking off towards the front door. He scoffed and ran after her. They came through the door laughing and still breathing hard from the run to his house.

"Hi, Mrs. Jo...nas..." Mitchie started in a bright tone that faded abruptly when she saw who was sitting on the other couch, his black, straight hair covering his face partly as he looked at the ground. When he looked back up, it all fell perfectly back into place, causing Mitchie to stop breathing.

He was still so breath-takingly beautiful.

And she wanted to throw something at him.

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Nate was a mixture of both surprised and happy to see his older brother. "Happy Birthday." Shane addressed him, standing up. He was in a plain black, v-neck t-shirt and dark faded blue jeans. Nate wiped rain drops from his forehead. "Uh thanks." he replied. He walked up to Shane and hugged him tightly.

Shane looked over Nate's shoulder at Mitchie. She stared at him as if he were some mutant. She only stared at him for about half a second later before all of the memories flooded her mind. She tried her hardest to choke back the tears. "Uh," she said a little awkwardly. "Bye Mrs. Jonas. See ya later, Nate." her voice became a quick whisper. "Happy Birthday." she quickly walked out of the house into the rain and down the side walk. As soon as she was out of sight from the house, she started running as if her life depended on it. "No, no no." she muttered to herself.

"Mitch," Nate whispered just before she left, seeing the look on her face. He was about to run after her.

"Nah-ah-ah." his mother stopped him. "You two can talk later. You promised you would help your father send out invitations for the party this weekend." she said, almost scolding him as if he forgot. He rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat. He gritted his teeth, hoping Mitchie would be OK at least until he could have free time to go check on her.

Shane stood there for about a moment debating in his mind what to do next. He took a deep breath and bolted out the door. He heard his mom call his name in question but ignored it and kept running. In the first minute, by the time he turned the corner onto another street, he was drenched from the rain. He growled to himself and picked up speed. He finally saw someone walking in the distance. He cupped his hands over his mouth. "Mitchie!" he called. "Stop!" She must not of heard him.

Shane knew better. She was ignoring him.

Mitchie's heart started pumping like crazy when she heard Shane calling her name. She thought she was just imagining things. She took a glance back and squinted through the rain to see him standing in the distance. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She started walking quickly.

Shane sighed and started running as fast as he could. "Hey!" he kept calling. He finally caught up and stopped in front of her.

Mitchie hesitated but continued to walk. She shoved past him in a fury. He stood there, bewildered for a moment before catching up to her again. "Mitchie, stop." he said again. She took a deep breath and turned around, her glare causing Shane to narrow his eyes. "Uh, can we talk?" he mumbled. She rolled her eyes. "I'm still standing her, aren't I?" she said with every ounce of venom she could lash out.

Shane blinked rapidly. His eyes were irritated from the hard falling rain. "Wan we talk somewhere else?" he hissed. She rolled her eyes and walked up the driveway to her front door. He followed, studying the house that he used to go to every day three years ago. His eyes fell back upon her. He admired all the ways she had changed. "Mitchie...you're..." he started but trailed off. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "What?" she said flatly with a little skeptism in her voice.

They stood at the front door, under the ledge of the roof. The rain still smacked against the two.

Mitchie sighed, annoyed, and opened the door, before stepping in. Shane followed. "Listen, Mitchie." he started as they both sat down on her couch. She noticed how close he sat to her and slid to the complete opposite side. He sighed and pretended not to notice. "I just want to talk about what happened and move on." he said in a low tone. She scoffed. "It's been three fucking years, Shane." it burnt her tongue to say his name. "Aren't you past moving on? Besides," she glared at him, her brows furrowed slightly, "You're the one who left scared like a coward." she spat. Anger started building inside of Shane. He tried his best to control it. He twitched and fumed. He couldn't. He stood up. "God dammit, Mitchie!" he screamed loudly. "I tried as hard as I fucking could!" Mitchie stood up and stepped closer to him. "Yeah!" she shouted back. "It really showed!" It was times like these where Mitchie was glad that she didn't have any neighbors. Her and Shane were practically having a screaming death match. No. There wouldn't even be a 'practically' in it. They were. "You were avoiding me god dammit!" he became louder and more in her face. "Oh! Cause the whole fucking world revolves around YOU!"

"I FUCKING CALLED! I TEXTED! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU IGNORE EVERYTHING! WHAT THE FUCK COULD OF POSSIBLY BROUGHT YOU TO SHUTTING ME OUT?"

"YOU DIDN'T-"

"GOD DAMMIT!!! WHY?!" He screamed louder than the rest of the whole conversation. Mitchie could actually feel the vibration from how loud his voice became.

Shane was visibly fuming, angry tears barely in his eyes.

"I WAS FUCKING RAPED, dammit! Are you HAPPY?!" tears flooded down her face. Shane's face wiped clear of all emotion. "What?" he whispered, backing down a little. Mitchie started shaking her head, the tears coming down worse than before. "Just get out." she whispered brokenly. He narrowed his eyes and was about to argue. "Get out!" she screamed before running upstairs and locking herself in the main bathroom. She was shaking uncontrollably as she held her stomach and sat on the edge of the tub. The bath tub seemed more like a jaccuzzi. It was huge and had small steps that led into it.

"Mitchie," she heard him speaking quietly on the other side of the door. "Just go away!" she sobbed. He shook his head. "Just let me in." he begged softly. She heard the double meaning in his words. It made her cry even harder. "Don't do this again." he continued to speak, more desperate now. "Don't shut me out."

"Shane!" she sobbed. "I can't-I just-I can't do this!" she continued to cry as she held her stomach tighter. Shane sighed. "Then I hope you aren't anywhere near the fucking door." he muttered. She narrowed her eyes the best she could. "What?" she demanded in a small sob. Shane took a deep breath and rammed the door as hard as he could with his shoulder.

Mitchie gasped. "Shane!" she screamed. He ignored her. He was glad at the moment that he was wearing his leather jacket. It helped soften the impact a little. Finally, after about 6 rams, he broke the door open. He shut it behind him. "Shane!" Mitchie screamed. "What the fuck-"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" he demanded. She sighed and stared at the floor, still crossing her arms over her stomach. "I know-" she sniffed- "I get it. I was a self centered bitch who thought the world revolved around me. I shouldn't of kept it to myself, right?" she started to break down. She hadn't actually talked about since she told Nate two years ago. Shane shook his head rapidly and grabbed both of her hands, yanking her up and into his arms. She sobbed against his chest. They were both still soaking wet from the rain. He kissed her hair and held her tigher. "No... Mitchie. But if you told me..." his voice became a pathetic whisper. "If you told me, I would have been there for you. We could of fixed things. We-"

Mitchie started shaking her head. She buried her face in his wet leather jacket. "No. You would of thought I was a slut. You would never-" she started in a mumble but he stopped her.

"No! Mitchie! I wouldn't! We were best friends! You meant everything to me! I loved you so much, Mitch! How could you not see it?" he said in a small whisper. It was quiet for a few painfully long moments. "And to answer one of your previous questions, no. Even after three years, I haven't moved on."

Mitchie sniffled and kept her face against his jacket. "And what is that supposed to mean?" she mumbled. Shane sighed. "It means I still love you Mitchie. It's so much easier for me to say it now, because you aren't underage anymore. It isn't illegal for me to feel this way about you anymore. Now the only thing standing in my way is your feelings. Is the rejection." he confided. He didn't want to let go of the hug now. He was afraid of how she would react. After a couple of minutes, his heart pounded. "Mitchie...please say something." he begged. She stayed quiet for another moment.

"Shane..." she whispered. "I just don't...love you anymore." she stepped back from him, tears still falling from her eyes. "Don't get me wrong," she pleaded quickly, "I do love youbut I just don't think..." she trailed off. Shane sighed and feigned a smile. She could see right through him. "I understand." he lied. "Friends?" he whispered unwillingly. He held out his hand. She smiled weakly through her tears and took his hand. He pressed his lips into a tight line and pulled her into him again. "Are you ok?" he murmured. She nodded against his chest, sobbing slightly.

After a few moments, Shane and Mitchie were walking towards the bathroom door. Shane went to grab the handle but it wouldn't budge. His eyes widened before he could compose himself. Mitchie narrowed her eyes. The tears had finally stopped. "What?" she asked. He yanked hard on the door but couldn't get it open. "Uh...the door is stuck." he muttered sheepishly. Her eyes widened. "What?" she shrieked.

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Hey everyone. I just thought I should add a sequel to "So Much For My Happy Ending." since it ended so sadly. This one will be a little brighter. I hope I get more reviews for this one than the last lol. No one seemed to like the last. Well, I hope you liked it. I am thinking of going 2-3-or 4 shot for this one. It will be short.