Chapter 1- Two and a half Apples

Mitchie stared out of the window. The green trees rustled in the wind as bird flew in the distance. Everything felt surprisingly right. The air was light, the sun was bright, sometimes life could be unexpectingly amazing. Mitchie bubbled in the last question on her final exam and handed it to the teacher with a big smile.

"Study hard?" her teacher said through her teeth.

"You can say that, or rather I studied with the right person." Mitchie replied walking back to her desk. Her mind wondered to last night, and soon she was greeted with warm thoughts. Her face had a glow that her best friend couldn't place while looking at her, but she could only imagine who out the glow there. Shane Gray had a way with making Mitchie head over heels.

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LAST NIGHT 12:45 AM

"No that's not the answer, your lying to me." Mitchie said, laughing into her cell phone.

"Well the flash cards you sent me are smudged so it really did look like the square root of pie was two and a half apples." Shane said smiling.

"How can we be miles away and having this much fun?" she replied

"Well because I am handsome, and this little invention I would like to call a cellular device." he whispered.

"Ohh like I didn't know that. Hey what's all the whispering for anyway?" Mitchie inquired.

"Ahh, if Nate knows I'm up all night with you again instead of nursing my voice for our concert, he'll throw a fit."

"Don't be hard on Nate, he's got it rough."

"I know. He just doesn't know what it's like."

"What's like?"

"To have a girlfriend so far away, someone you.."

"You what?"

"Have only kissed once. Hey I'm really tired and I should rest my voice. I'll talk to you tomorrow night, we can discuss Camp Rock, and Kissing." he said laughing again.

"Oh if you are even good enough to receive a kiss. These lips don't give out prizes for free." she responded.

"Ahh well what do I have to do to get a prize?"

"You tell me."

"Good night my love. I will figure out how to win that prize."

"Goodnight."

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Mitchie tilted her head toward the window again. He had almost said he loved her, she was sure that was the rest of his sentence. They were both scared to give into something so deep, so attachable. She wished he was with her now so she could look into his eyes. Her phone vibrated in her hand and a familiar name popped up on the screen.

School let out and Mitchie walked along the sidewalk where the buses lined up. She wasn't in the mood to ride the horrid yellow vehicle, but had no other choice. It wasn't like she would be receiving a car soon, and she still had to work at Barney's burger world. She sat on a bench and looked down at her phone. She didn't answer when Shane called because she was positive her math teacher would be thrilled with her talking on the phone.

"So do you always sit by yourself." a voice said from behind her. She spun around to see Shane Grey standing with his white Ray Bans glistening in the sun.

"Most days I try to find my bus, today I am boycotting yellow vehicles." She responded looking up.

"Well if your not boycotting black vehicles, I would like to give you a ride." he said placing his hand over Mitchie's.

"No I am not boycotting black cars. I would love to take a ride with you."

Mitchie walked to the car and slid in, seeing two familiar faces at her side. Nate was busily looking at the ceiling while Jason played endlessly with his phone.

"Hey Mitchie, how was school?" Nate asked with a smile.

"Unnecessary, and unusually fun. How was this morning's concert?" Mitchie asked as she looked at Shane. He smiled, winking at her and grabbing her hand.

"Amazing. We played a new song Shane wrote. You definitely need to hear it, Mitchie. It's all about how he met…" Jason replied. The Shane threw him a look and he stopped talking.

"It was cool." Nate said.

Mitchie watched Shane as he stared out of the window. His mouth was closed tight and she could feel his hand tremble beneath hers. That song must be important to him for him to get worked up about.

"Maybe you could hear it at the concert tonight." Shane finally said.

"Maybe I could." she replied.