S T A T I C
shane/mitchie/nate~

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hai guise. :3

thanks for all the nice comments on chapter one! i warn you, this story is not all about HANGNAILS. honestly, it's not. lol, seriously, as interesting as fanfic clichés are.

(: so here's chapter two.

AND BTW. the chapter titles from now on will be from songs. if you get the song reference and why i chose it, TELL ME. i'll give you shout outs. :3

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chapter two:
mandy always laughs

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I have Art Club the next day after school. It's already been a bad day. Caity wasn't here, and Nate was my partner in Bio. And I had to sit with Sierra today at lunch, whose only enjoyment out of life is being a brown noser. She's basically seriously annoying. And she knows it. And doesn't do anything about it.

"Hey Mitchie" people wave and smile at me as I walk by. It makes me feel better to know that people like me. You know how that one actress flipped out when she got an Oscar and was like, "You like me! You really like me!"? That's kind of how I feel when people smile and talk to me.

I skip Art Club, because I don't feel much like drawing.

My feet hurt from wearing high-heeled boots all day, so I take the back exit of the school to save time and walking distance. Lazy, I know.

I sit on the back step of the school, and sing a song I made up.

I love to sing, more than anything else in the world. Singing makes me feel a little like I'm flying.

I hear a noise, and immediately stop singing. A guy with shaggy black hair wearing black jeans and black Converse and a bright purple band t-shirt comes out.

He pulls a cigarette from his hoodie and a lighter from his back pocket. He doesn't notice me watch him take the cigarette between his fingertips and light it up, then stick it into his mouth.

"Those are bad for you," I say softly.

He turns to me, and I realize quickly that it's Nate's brother Shane.

"They are? Really? I never realized," Shane looks at me blankly, then at his cigarette, and I know he's being sarcastic. "Damn. You're a real genius."

I blush, and bite my lip. "Sorry."

"S'okay. You want one?" he asks, shrugging as he holds one out to me.

I take it from him and light it, but just sit and watch it burn for a minute. It's fascinating, almost pretty, the way the flames lick the sides of the cigarette at first, then die down.

"So, you're...lemme think...Mandy?" Shane looks at me expectantly.

"No, um, I'm Mitchie. You're Shane, right?" I say, even though I know perfectly well who he is.

"Unfortunately," Shane shrugs. "Mitchie...oh, are you that girl Nate was...err, copulating, over the summer?"

I blush furiously (it's a habit - I embarrass easily). "Um, no, we...we didn't copulate. No copulation occurred."

"So that's a yes?" he grins at me devilishly.

"Well, Nate and I hung out over the summer," I reply quietly and put the cigarette to my lips. The taste is terrible, and it smells even worse, but I don't dare stop smoking it. I don't want to look like a baby, who can't handle just a little cigarette smoke.

"Yeah, he had a picture of you guys as his desktop for a while. Thought you looked familiar," he says and taps the ash off his cigarette.

I bite my lip to hide my smile and watch a few cars go by. "I didn't know."

Shane smirks at me. "I'm gonna pretend to not notice the hints you're dropping that you want to fuck my little brother."

"I...but...no!" I stutter.

Damn.

He caught me.

We sit and talk for a while, awkward at first, then talking a little like friends. Nate is quiet, and shy like me, but Shane talks easily. Not a lot, like in the annoying, 'can't stop to save my life' way but the calm, effortless way.

Shane's cute, I'll admit. He has this shaggy black hair (not curly brown like Nate) and hazel-brown eyes, and you can tell he's not TRYING to look good, he just DOES. I never saw Jason before, but I heard from Caity that he's good-looking too. Their parents must have good genes.

My phone vibrates in my pocket just as Shane and I are finishing up the cigarettes.

"Better get that, Mitch," he grins. And I'm shocked for a minute, because the only person who's ever called me Mitch is Caity. And Shane and I aren't really friends.

NEW TXT MESSAGE: nate.

My heart leaps into my throat.

"It's just a text."

"Oh. God texting you, telling you to stay away from delinquents like me?"

"Yes," I laugh unexpectedly. "My penance is to say twelve Hail Marys."

"You're Catholic?"

"No."

You sure?"

"I'm pretty sure I'm not Catholic. I can check, if you want," I smile at him.

Shane just laughs loudly and crushes the cigarette beneath his foot. "Seeya around, Mandy," he tells me and turns around to walk away.

"My name's Mitchie," I call after him.

"Okay. Mandy," he grins back at me over his shoulder, and then I hear him recite perfectly Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee...

I smile effortlessly, then frown when I look down at my phone and open the text.

hey mitchie r u free tonight?

I bite my lip, hard, unsure of what to say. My eyes wander to my shoes as I rationalize the situation in my own head.

Just yesterday, he asked me if we were cool...

yeah why?

He doesn't respond.

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go me. barely broke a thousand words. xD

please review with more than "so cute" or "i loved it/ud soon!". :)