Yay! It's finally up. I made a LOT of changes. You'll figure them out as the story goes on.

Summary: One mistake has Mitchie needing to grow up—fast. Can she handle it? Or is it just too much for a 16-year-old to be having Shane Gray's baby? Smitchie.

"Pick up, just pick up!" I willed my phone.

"Hey, you've reached Shane's voice—"

"You idiot!" I screamed into the receiver and slammed the phone shut.

Why is he like this?

-Flashback-

It happened at Connect Three's album release party. Everyone was dancing and having fun while the DJ blasted the music as loud as it could go. Shane and I kept going back for cup after cup of punch. With the bitter taste clearly evident, I knew it was spiked and so did Shane, we just kept downing the drinks.

"This stuff is amazing!" I yelled to Shane, trying to overpower the blaring speakers.

"I know!" he yelled back.

"I'm tired of dancing…"

"What?"

"Oh, come on!" I grabbed his hand and yanked him off the dance floor, to the limo out back that had been waiting for us.

"Where are we going?" Shane asked, in a dazed voice, the alcohol finally hitting him.

"You'll see," I answered, still pulling him towards the vehicle. I had never been drunk ever in my entire life and yet, my body took the drug quite well.

Shane groaned.

"Come on!" I tugged on his arm, pushing him toward the door of the vehicle.

"What's the rush, babe?" he asked, poking at the door like it was the most amusing thing.

"Oh, no rush. I just wanted to do this." When we both hopped in the backseat, I jumped on Shane's lap and kissed him fiercely. Our hands searched each other's bodies and roamed all over. I was seducing him without knowing exactly what I was doing. It was kind of sad; I was able to become completely sexy while I was drunk, but I had to make out with a pillow more than once just to make sure I didn't chew off the guy's lips?

We continued slobbering all over each other, making out.

After that, I could hardly breathe with the lack of oxygen.

"You wanna come to…my hotel room?" I whispered in a sexy voice as soon as my breathing calmed.

"Hell... yes."

-20 minutes later-

"Are you sure about this?" Shane asked for the hundredth time.

"Yes, I am. Stop asking me that!" I replied.

Our bodies were tangled in the sheets on my hotel bed. The farther the kissing went, the more heated the room got, and in all honesty, I didn't feel like this was a mistake during the whole thing.

Soon, I felt something bulging and growing beneath me. I looked down and blushed when it hit realization what it was.

Before I knew it, our clothes were flying off furiously and Shane is looking down at me, smiling with a twinkle in his eye.

"Now I'm going to ask you one more time—" Shane started.

"Yes, I'm sure. Just go already!"

And then it was done. The pain was over in no time, and we began showing just how much love we felt for each other. Or maybe was it lust?

-End of Flashback-

I could only remember the constant repetition of him asking me was sure. Maybe that was what stung the most: I couldn't even remember the first time I'd ever done it with a guy, especially when it was the man I felt so strongly for. I knew that a lot of pain occurred, but my mind could only hold so much while I was at an intoxicated level.

In the early hours of the morning right after it happened, I found myself naked in bed all by myself in the hotel room. I was so mad and a part of me felt that way because I had that gut feeling that nothing would ever be the same between us again, and I was right.

Shane spoke to me differently. Well, not so much differently, but like it never even happened. I wished we hadn't, due to the complications it caused and the broken promise that I made to my parents and God, but knowing that we did, I still wanted him to acknowledge it like he really loved me that much. It kind of felt like one of those moments where the guy you're in love with angers you and you run away; you kind of want to be alone, and yet, you want so badly for him to come chasing after you as if the fact that you were mad at him didn't change how he felt about you.

Ever since Connect Three started laying down new tracks for their new album, Shane hadn't been around for much. He left for his beach house in Los Angeles two months ago to finish it up. He visited; I just didn't see him as much as I usually did since he lives next door and he went to the same school as I did. When he invited me to go to the album release party, I was thrilled, partially because that meant he would be around more often since the record was done and partially because I'd meet some pretty honorary people in the music industry there.

Everything with paparazzi simmered down a little with him gone, and so it was much quieter around. I started reading some of those corny romance novels about the guy treating the girl so wonderfully after they had sex for the first time. The guy is supposed to hold the girl and tell her how much she means to him, not jump on a plane two days later and jet off to Europe for three consecutive weeks because he's doing a tour. I wanted my story to have a fairytale ending, or at least an ending that modeled a corny romance novel. As much as Shane did tell me how much he loved me, it didn't feel the same.

It just seemed so unfair, so unjust. They made it sound so amazing and romantic on TV and in movies. Why couldn't my life turn out like that?

It's like learning that every movie out there about making love is corrupt the hard way. I didn't care if that was true or not because the truth still remained at the end of the rainbow. Not that there was even rainbow anywhere near me in a 200 mile radius, seeing as my life was at first going downhill, but now it's slowly crashing to rock bottom.

What's so special about your boyfriend leaving you two days after you guys had sex? What's so romantic about being drunk during your first time so you can barely even remember what happened? And the thing that interested me the most, what's so awesome about the five pregnancy tests lying in front of you that are all but one reading positive?

This is what I wanted to know.

I sat on my bed, wondering what I was going to do. I didn't have too many options. With my legs tucked in my body and my chin gently resting on my knees, I held up a framed picture of Shane and me. It was actually four pictures. There was a normal-sized one in center and three that were much smaller lined up on the right. On the one in the center, we were dangling their feet over the dock at the lake and holding hands. It was taken from behind so you could only see my head resting on his shoulder, watching the beautiful sunset. The other three were just pictures of us goofing off at the beach. Remy, my brother's girlfriend also my best friend, had snapped the fourth shot at the exact moment when smiles lit up both our faces as we danced in the sand.

If only we could be like that forever, I silently told myself.

I knew Shane had to keep his phone off in Europe, and it would cost me a fortune if he actually did pick up. Still, it's already been two and a half weeks since he left and I wasn't sure if I missed him because I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, or if it was because I needed him. Either way, his presence was missing and I missed him.

I went to my bathroom to clean up. I was a complete mess. Crying for the last two hours didn't do much good.

Then, finally, the miraculous ringing made my phone come alive.

I rushed back to my bed to get it. I actually had to think twice about picking up, even after all those calls I had made to him.

"Mitchie?"

Okay, so I promised myself that this time around, I would finish the story on my own before posting it. But I gave in. I didn't want to keep you waiting.

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