A/N: This is what I think should have happened after Final Jam. It's exactly what you'd wished for – a canoe ride, a kiss, and a tad bit of anger.
Mitchie's Point of View
I sat on the dock in the pitch dark, with my feet dangling precariously over the edge. I dipped my feet into the cool water, and sighed deeply. I'd been waiting for Shane for over an hour now. Where was he? Usually when a guy asks you to meet him somewhere, he shows up. But hey, there's a first time for everything, right?
"Mitchie! Hey!" Shane exclaimed, running up behind me.
I half turned towards him. I knew I had no right to be mad at him at the moment, considering how I had lied, but I couldn't help myself. I took my feet out of the water and stood.
"I've been waiting for an hour and a half, Shane. Did you just forget me?" I snapped.
Shane winced. "I'm sorry, but I really had no choice…" He started off strong, but trailed of uncertainly. His eyes shifted back and forth restlessly.
I strode off the dock and away from him. I had given him my heart in that song, but was I not important enough to have just a few minutes of his time? I stopped when I was well into the forest, and turned around expectantly. If Shane had followed me, then that meant that he really was sorry. I felt my heart soften when I caught sight of him only a few feet away.
"Do you want to know the truth?" Shane spat. "You won't like it."
I raised my chin. "Try me."
"Tess. Tess is why I'm late. She corned me after I spoke to you, and she…she sort of…" Shane looked disgusted.
"She…?" I prompted.
"She kissed me." Shane stated, and I felt my jaw drop.
"Is that all?" I tried to sound normal, but it came out as more of a squeak.
"Well, she tried to go further, as in, a heck of a lot further, but needless to say, it didn't work." He explained.
I felt like I was choking. Where did that bitch get off thinking she could make out with my….Hold up a sec. What was Shane? My…friend? Something more? I had no idea. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So I closed it.
"Mitchie, please don't be mad." Shane pleaded, closing the space between us and reaching for my hands. I snatched them away.
"Wait. That held you up for an hour?" I asked, not certain if I wanted to hear his answer.
Shane's eyes dropped to look at the ground. "No." He admitted. "That was just now. But before…well, Nate and Jason had an idea for a new song, and we got to talking…and I sort of forgot."
I glared at him. I was right. He had forgotten me. I was mostly mad, but I was also hurt. Was I really that easy to forget?
"You jerk!" I shouted, backing away from him. Shane followed. Not thinking, I reached up a hand to slap him. He grabbed my hand before it could strike him, still following me as I backed up. I attempted to take my hand back, but he was just too strong. So, still walking backwards, I tried to slap him with my other hand. He caught that one, too.
Shane had me backed up against a tree now. My heart was pounding at his closeness, and I found that I couldn't breathe. There was one heart-stopping moment of silence, and then his lips came crashing down onto mine. I closed my eyes instinctively, kissed back, and felt myself sink into him. Our hands, which had once been locked in a vice-like gripped, loosened and entwined. Shane made the kiss deeper, and gently pushed me up against the tree. I felt his tongue against my lips, and parted them slightly. Overhead, an owl hooted, and we jumped apart. Giggling at my tendency to be scared easily, I rested my forehead against Shane's.
"I'm sorry for yelling." I said.
"I forgave you a while ago, don't worry." Shane smirked, making my stomach flip.
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