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Mitchie's
POV
Beep……Beep……Beep!
My hand flew out of my covers to swiftly silence my alarm. Climbing out of bed, I threw on a pair of dark purple skinny jeans, a white t-shirt with a gray v-necked vest, and my favorite converse. They had been personalized, and said "Mitchie Torres" in purple on the inside of my foot. The purple contrasted nicely against the green background too.
I glanced at the clock, and sighed. I was supposed to be at Shane's in thirty minutes. We were scheduled to watch horror movie marathons today. That was one thing we both loved. My favorites were the Saw movies, and Shane preferred the Freddie Krueger films.
I sat down at the counter, and stared at the calendar. In big bright letters, the eighteenth read, MOM COMES HOME! :)
Mom had been in Australia for the month on some "Business" trip. Something about volunteering at the animal shelter.
I grabbed a granola bar, forced my jacket on, and grabbed my keys. I started my silver Saleen S7, yes, it was a gift, and drove to Shane's house.
Since I was still hungry, I stopped at Starbucks, and ordered an iced mocha. Love iced mochas, hate the hot ones. Don't know why.
I parked my car in his drive way, and skipped up the path to his front door. Reaching for the key in my back pocket, the one he had given me, I let myself in.
"Hey, Mitch!" Shane called, walking down the stairs.
As he hugged, I prayed to god that he didn't heart my heart pumping furiously, just at the proximity of him.
"Are you ready for a horror movie marathon?" he asked, his voice sounding like a game show host at the end.
I nodded, too excited to speak. Shane grabbed some caramel corn, playfully hooked arms with me, and dragged me to the couch.
He set the channel to the marathons, and we dug into the popcorn.
Once the main action started, I had shrunken into his chest for "protection". He didn't mind of course, seeing as I do that every time. Instead, he just puts his arm around me.
Halfway through the movie, his phone rings, and he answered it. My face showed my sadness. Apparently, it was someone important, because usually he NEVER, and I repeat, NEVER answers his phone during our time.
He snapped his phone shut and looked at me, smiling, "Hey, Luanne called, and she wants to meet me at the theater. You'll be fine, right?"
I fake smiled; Luanne was his girlfriend that he always ditched me for, "Yeah, don't worry."
"Awesome, I'll be back in a few hours." He jumped up, twirled his keys around his finger, and, once again playfully, winked at me.
I sighed, a tear cascading down my cheek. Every time he left he left me for Luanne, I would practically break down. It was sad, really.
I suddenly didn't feel like watching horror movies, so I changed the channel to something more dramatic, sadder. I didn't even register what was on the TV; I just sat there, still, just like an empty shell.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the conscious part of my mind was remembering all the girlfriends Shane had gone through.
"Hey, Mitch! I want you to meet Abby, my girlfriend!" "Where's Abby?" "Ah, I dumped her. She was too full of her self."
"Mitchie! This is Bella, My new girlfriend!" "Shane, its okay." "No its not, she dumped me! She said I was too boring! I'm not boring!"
"Meet Caitlyn, she is amazing!" "So you dumped Caitlyn?" "Yeah."
"Meet Danielle!"
"This is Elise."
"Fiona."
"Gabrielle."
"Hannah."
"Isabella."
"Jessica."
"Kelsi."
"Leena."
"Makaylah."
"Natasha."
"Odette."
"Penelope."
"Quinn."
"Rachel."
"Shelly."
"Tina."
"Ursula."
"Valerie."
"Wanda."
"Xena."
"Zandra."
I clutched my head in pain. Why them? Why not me? What did he see in them that he didn't see in me? Sure, most of them were more of the model type. You know, tan skin, dark hair, curves. I had light skin, and lighter hair. They had flirtatious, sexy smiles. I had a cute, innocent smile. Although; Shane call me cute, and that he liked me being adorable.
If he likes me like this, then why choose them?
Why?
My subconscious mind barely registered the fact that the door was opening, and Shane stepped in.
"Hey, Mitchie…………….what happened to the movies…………..why are you crying?!" his voice snapped me back into reality. I furiously tried to wipe away my tears, but Shane seeing them was inevitable. Whoops, scratch that, he already saw them.
"Nothing. I got to go." I sighed, standing up.
"Mitchie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"Then why were you crying?"
"Uh-sad show."
"The TV isn't even on."
Dang it. I must have turned it off.
"Fine, it's Luanne, okay?"
"What did she do?"
"It's not just her Shane! It was ALL of your girlfriends!"
"wha-"
"Didn't you ever think about me?"
"I-"
"Can't you see it in my eyes?"
"wha-"
"The way I feel about you! You seriously haven't noticed! I've liked you ever since your first girlfriend, Abby. Yes, that emotion you saw in my eyes, that was jealousy! Every time you break up with a girlfriend, I get my hopes up, thinking maybe; for once you'll choose me. But my hopes are deflated when you find another bottle blonde tramp!"
I'd been yelling so much, I hadn't realized that Shane had cornered me at the wall.
I turned my head away from, too ashamed to look in his eyes.
He gently grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, "Mitchie, you don't know how long I've been waiting to do this. All those girlfriends, they were just distractions. Only something to keep my mind off of you. I was sure you only liked me as a friend. But I guess things have changed."
He smiled slightly, and sweetly pressed his lips to mine for three seconds, yet in those three seconds, I was in heaven.
"I love you." He sighed. I smiled brighter than the sun, "me too."
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Okay, so this was just a little Smitchie Fluff, but what do you think?
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