September 16
5:45 PM

Shane and Mitchie were still locked in the bathroom. He had tried several times to call Nate or anyone but couldn't get any signal on his cell phone.

5:59 PM

After another 15 minutes, Shane finally was able to text Nate. He said he would be there in about ten to twenty minutes since he was still helping out with setting up for the party.

They were both laying in the bath tub by now, just kicking back. Mitchie had her eyes closed as she rested her legs on the edge of the tub. Shane had his cell phone out and was playing a video game. He was trying his hardest not to pull her into his arms, and this was the only thing to keep his mind off of it. Mitchie sighed quietly and wiped her cheeks, which were still slightly stained from tears. Shane took a quick glance at her to make sure she was OK, causing him to lose the current game he was playing. "Dammit!" he muttered. She opened her eyes and looked over at him. "What?" she asked quietly. He shrugged. "Just lost at a game of BlasterBall." he mumbled, continuing to play.

Mitchie just nodded and looked at his phone. She smiled slightly and scoffed. He narrowed his eyes, but didn't remove them from his video game.

6:20 PM

"What?" he asked. She laughed. "You still have the same phone that you did three years ago." she mumbled quietly. He laughed along with her this time, making her shudder.

It has been so long since he did that.

It has been so long period.

"Well, excuse me." he mumbled, faking an attitude. She laughed in a whisper, not really putting much heart into it. He sighed. "You know, I hate seeing you like this." he whispered. She sighed. "Sorry." she replied, just as quiet. He shook his head. "Don't be. I understand, I guess." he shrugged. "It has been a while since you ... talked about..it. Am I wrong?" Mitchie just shook her head. "Last time talked about it was like two years ago. When I told Nate." she informed him quietly. He nodded, not being able to help but narrow his eyes. "Nate never even mentioned that you two were friends." he mumbled.

Mitchie sighed, slightly annoyed. "That's because you disappeared. You never called your own family, Shane. What did you expect?" she asked, closing her eyes again. He just shook his head. He did not want to seem like the bad guy at the moment.

6:24 PM

"How could you not see it?" he asked, almost inaudibly, snapping his phone shut and shoving it in the pocket of his leather jacket. She narrowed her eyes, but kept them closed. "What are you talking about now?" she asked in a sigh.

"How could you not see how much I loved you?"

Mitchie felt her stomach tie up into a knot.

6:28 PM

"Shane can we not do this right now?" she begged in a whisper. "I don't want to fight anymore. Please." Shane just shook his head. "So what? We're going to act as if nothing ever happened? As if we weren't in love with each other?" he demanded, glaring at her now. She shook her head and finally opened her eyes, keeping them at the bottom of the tub. "I never said I was in love with you."

"Bullshit. Mitchie. I knew you were. I could see it in your eyes-" as he spoke, Mitchie crawled away from him to sit on the other side of the tub. He just closed in on her with every move she made. He was hovering over her now, both of his arms outstretched to press against the cool marble of the bath tub. He had her pinned even though he wasn't touching her. His face was centimeters from hers. "I saw, Mitchie. I knew that you were in love with me. I had always hoped that you would finally tell me one day but you never did. So I couldn't tell you." he was talking in a dark whisper now. "I couldn't tell you, Mitchie. And you never even saw. You were so fucking young. So naive. Now. Try to tell me now that you don't see it." he glared into her eyes. He inched his face just a little closer. She opened her mouth to speak until there was a knock on the bathroom door, making them both jump. "Guys? Shane? Mitch?" Nate called from the other side of the door. Mitchie ducked out from under Shane and stood up quickly, going towards the door. "Nate!" she cried in relief. She so owed him for that save. She heard him fumble with the door knob as Shane slowly got up and out of the tub. "I can't get it open." he muttered, mainly to himself. Mitchie sighed, not daring to even glance behind her at Shane. "Ram it open then." she mumbled, trying to help. She could practically hear the skepticism in his voice as he spoke.

"Is that what smart ass did in the first place?"

"Fuck you." Shane mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Yeah." Mitchie said over him. Nate scoffed. "Hold on." he muttered. She heard him walk away.

He came back moments later. "Step away from the door." he tried to sound dramatic. Mitchie and Shane complied anyway. Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal Nate holding a wooden chair from Mitchie's bedroom. He set it down and smirked in triumph. Mitchie sighed and hugged him tightly. "Thank you!" she sighed in relief. He chuckled and nodded. "No problem." he mumbled. "Come on. The party is starting. I can't believe this." he muttered, mainly to himself. "I'm late for my own birthday party." Mitchie laughed shakily. "Well, I might be late too. I need to change out of these wet clothes." she muttered. Nate shook his head. "You left some at my house." he informed her. "Just change there. Come on. 20 minutes!" he sighed. She laughed and nodded. As Shane came out of the bathroom next, Nate gave him a skeptical look. Shane shook his head and avoided eye contact. "Nothing happened." he muttered, sensing that that was what Nate was getting at. He put his hands up in defense. "I didn't say anything." Nate three walked down the stairs and out of the house.

6:42 PM

They all finally made it to the Gray house.

7:00 PM

Mitchie was upstairs in Nate's room, changing into one of her tank tops and a pair of grey skinny jeans that she had left over once. She had her jeans on by now and took her shirt off.

"Nate, Caitlyn's he-" Shane started before freezing. "Oh!" he shouted, turning around after accidentally staring at her bare chest for a minute. Mitchie froze, wide eyed and started blushing like crazy. Why the fuck had she chosen not to put on a bra? She was mentally cursing herself. "So-sorry! I didn't know-I mean-I thought Nate was-"

"Get out!" Mitchie yelled exasperatedly in embarassment. He just nodded and quickly walked out of the room and stopped in the hall down the stairs. "Shit." he whispered to himself. This was not going to help the situation they were currently in. It wasn't going to help at all. He jumped and composed himself when he saw Mitchie walk down the stairs. She sighed and hesitated before stopping.

7:07 PM

"Uh.." she muttered. Shane shrugged, trying to save her the embarassment. "No big deal." he muttered. It sounded like a question once it left his lips. She just sighed and slapped her hand on her forehead. They could hear talking and music playing as the party was starting. "You saw my freaking tits!" she mumbled, avoiding eye contact. He shrugged, remembering that they were still fighting a little. "Don't worry. It isn't like I haven't seen better in cheap porno movies or anything." he shrugged, trying to joke but it came out serious. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him. He winced internally. Bad move.

"You know what Shane?" she burst, shoving him away from her. "Fuck. You." she hissed through clenched teeth. "Is that why you stared longer than necessary?" she growled. He narrowed his eyes and became defensive. "I was in shock!" he argued. She scoffed, throwing him off guard. He still wasn't used to seeing her so angry. The Mitchie he used to know was always so happy. Always. "Why, Shane. Why were you shocked? Was it because it was a sight you had wanted to see all along anyway?" her voice became deathly. He shook his head. "No. I was shocked because it was something that I never wanted to see. And I pray to God that I don't ever have to see it again." he snarled. She gritted her teeth and pushed past him furiously.

10:15 PM

Throughout most of the party, Mitchie stayed in the kitchen while Shane stayed upstairs. It had been a while since their argument. Shane figured that Mitchie would have left by now. He tried his hardest to actually believe the words he said about seeing Mitchie half naked.

And oh, how Shane had lied.

He couldn't stop thinking about all he could have done the moment he walked in on her. It took all of his strength not to tell her what she made him want to do to her.

10:17 PM

It wasn't as if he still wanted to now though. Because now...he wanted nothing to do with her. Especially anything like that.

10:18 PM
"Stop fucking lying to yourself." he muttered in spite.

10:50 PM

"Hey." Nate said plainly, attempting to pass him in the hall another half hour later. "What's up?" he muttered. When he saw Shane stop and run his fingers through his hair roughly, he narrowed his eyes. "What?" he asked. Shane sighed. "I walked in on Mitchie changing earlier.." he groaned, closing his eyes. Nate tried to keep a straight face but burst out laughing. "OK. So what's the problem? I hardly see one..." he said, shrugging. "I thought you still loved her.."

Shane sighed. "I kind of...told her that I have seen better..." Nate's eyes widened. "In cheap porno movies..." Shane muttered unwillingly. He was surprised when Nate smacked him upside the head. "What the fuck?" Nate yelled. Shane narrowed his eyes. "Why the fuck couldn't you just have told her?"

"Told her what?" he countered back.

"I don't know! Anything! Anything but that!" he yelled in frustration. "As if her self esteem wasn't low enough already! Thanks a lot Shane!" he cried, sighing heavily. Shane growled to himself. "She has no reason to have a low self esteem. Look at her. She should figure that out on her own." he hissed. Nate looked at him with a facial expression that read: Obviously! why couldn't you have told her that?!

"You know what Nate? Forget it ok?" he sighed, walking downstairs.

12:03 AM

It was around midnight. The party was still going on. The Gray parents had gone to a hotel room for the weekend.

Therefore, the party was out of control at the moment. Throughout the hours, someone had brought a cooler full of alcohol. Shane slowly walked into the kitchen, since it seemed pretty much empty. He was tired of trying to talk sense into drunk friends of Nate's. Some old friends of his.

He looked down and hesitated when he saw Mitchie leaning against the counter, her back faced towards him. She took a deep breath. As he took a step closer, he narrowed his eyes at her hands, which were gripped tightly around a beer bottle. "Mitchie?" he accused, walking up to her. She turned around and smiled sarcastically before taking another large drink from the bottle. "Hm." she murmured quietly. "What do you w-want?" she slurred, before she started laughing. "What the hell are you doing drinking?" he demanded, taking the bottle away from her. She laughed again. "Shane. Shane. Shane." she tisked. He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're so funny sometimes. You know that?" she said, almost flirtatiously as she put a hand on his shoulder. "Mm..muscular-" she hiccupped. "Too." she grinned at him. He sighed. "Fuck, Mitchie! How much have you had to drink?" he scolded, roughly dragging her towards the stairs and helping her up. She shrugged and started thinking in her head. "One...five..maybe.." she said in a muffled sigh. He glared back at her before leading her into his room. "Come on." he growled.

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Sorry. Not so good of a chapter. I rushed it. I wanted to get it out to you guys. Review! Hope you liked!