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I study Mitchie's face before giving in.

"Fine," I roll my eyes as she stands up happily and hands me her guitar off her black. Its entirely green with her name written in black, her own personal touch.

"I have to get the bag, I'll meet you at the front door," I nod and watch her walk away before I head out front. The sky is darker now, the moon hidden and the streets a bit clear. I shake from the cool breeze. I know its New York, but does it have to be freezing in the middle of August? I spot Mitchie a few seconds later handing me her bag. I place her guitar in quickly before pulling it over my shoulder.

"So, you did an amazing job"

"Why thank you"

"So did you just make that for tonight or what?" I watched as Mitchie crossed her arms and shook before nodding. "You're cold?"

"Yeah, but I'll be fine," her house sat five blocks away from the shop, which was eight blocks form my place.

"So this key?" I dug into my pocket showing the girl.

"Yes?"

"What is it to?"

"I can't tell you. It's a secret"

"Okay, is it to your house?"

"No," she shook her head before I handed her the guitar and she pulled it over her shoulders.

"Is it to something that's yours?"

"Yes"

"What is it?"

"Like I said I can't tell you," she was shaking harshly now.

"Mitch, give me the guitar back," I reached for the thing and she happily handed it over. We were just a block and a half from her house when lights around the block began flicking on. It was only nine and so mostly everyone where we lived was in the house. Unlike those busy streets downtown. I watched as kids across the street rode their bikes around in circles near lamp poles.

"So what's in your agenda for tomorrow?"

"What?"

"What are you planning on doing tomorrow?"

"Does sleeping through class count?"

"Alex, you're going to class tomorrow"

"You see I could but…"

"You are," we reached her house and made it up the steps just as the wind picked up I watched as she slid her fingers across the door knob and opened it with her key with no problem. I walk in and fall against the door.

"Soooo warm," I say loudly as she giggled.

"It feels way better than out there," she ran her fingers through mine and lead me towards the couch as I sat down and she sat her guitar against a end table. I was use to coming over her place and just relaxing until I had to go home but then again it was past the time that Justin would freak out anyway. Mitchie leaned against my shoulder and sighed before running her fingers in and out of mine. Her hands were cold, but I was pretty sure mine was freezing as well. My nose was a bit cold but I could barley feel it.

"So do you want to try and figure out what the key is for?" I hear her whisper. It was low as I felt her move.

"Is it to something in this room?"

"Alex, that would be telling now wouldn't it?"

"Fine," I helped her sit up before I slid the key into my hand. "By the time I head home I will have found out what this key was to," I trailed into the kitchen and began studying the different things in there but of course nothing was in there that was Mitchie's specifically. I walked back into the living room. The couch in front of me was in front of the picture window which Mitchie was now laying against. Her eyes were closed and her fingers over her stomach protectively. The television didn't have a lock and the small end tables seemed to have smaller locks then what my key was designed for. I didn't really have a clue of what to check next so instead I just made my way up the stairs hoping I'd get an idea, and once I reached the landing I studied the hallway. To the left was Mitchie's room, bathroom and guest room where most of her things were. But to the right she also kept things in her mother's room or in the small sitting room. I kicked the wall.

"Mitch just give me a hint," but my voice echoed only to be answered in silence.

Chapter 4: Go to the right, Mitchie could have given me a key to something in the sitting room or her mom's room.

Chapter 5: Left, I'll head left because if there's something I know about Mitchie she wouldn't put me through this if something was towards her mom's room. But then again she has a crazy mind.