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Mitchie stared nervously at the empty chair across the table from her. Shane was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. Of course, the one date that Mitchie had important news…he was late.
The bored waitress walked over to her table. "Would you like to order yet?" she asked in a monotonous voice.
"No, my date will be here any minute; I swear," Mitchie replied.
The waitress sighed. "That's what all the girls say," she said. "And they all leave empty handed."
Mitchie glared at the waitress. She was really getting on her nerves. This had to be the 3rd time the waitress had checked on her. Mitchie glared at the menu pretending to look for something to eat. When Mitchie looked up again she saw Shane walk through the door of the restaurant. "Well," Mitchie began. "I certainly won't be leaving empty handed tonight!" She stood up and briskly walked past the waitress into Shane's arms. She planted a kiss on his lips and turned to the waitress. "I hear you have the best chicken cutlets in town," Mitchie said. "Please prove it."
"So that'll be two orders?" asked the waitress; she was obviously annoyed.
"Please," Mitchie replied with an edge in her voice. She led Shane back to the table and he sat down in the chair that she had so anxiously waited to be filled.
"Chicken cutlets!" Shane exclaimed. "My favorite!"
"I know," Mitchie said. "That's why I brought you here. Apparently they're famous for their chicken. But obviously not too popular for their wait staff."
"Yeah… What was that…?" Shane began. "You know what? I'm not even going to ask."
"Yeah, please don't," Mitchie said. She quickly changed the subject. "I still can't believe Brown let us out of camp!" Once every so often Brown would let a few of the older kids leave camp to have a night on the town with their friends. But it didn't happen often. And this time was no coincidence. Mitchie was going to butter Shane up with his favorite food and then drop the baby bomb on him. Once she filled Brown in her plan, he was quick to help. Brown was a sympathetic man; he cared for both Mitchie and his nephew.
"It's going to be weird not eating your mom's food for dinner," Shane said. "I've gotten so used to it. Especially her strawberry milkshakes. Those are good, aren't they?"
"Yeah…they're amazing…" Mitchie replied. She thought back to a couple of days ago when she had had 3 of them in the space of half an hour. She needed to tell him. She couldn't wait until after the meal. She couldn't stare at his perfect face for two hours keeping something like this from him. It was his child after all. Suddenly her throat closed up and butterflies filled her stomach. She took a sip of her water but it tasted like sawdust. Shane was going on about how to pick the perfect strawberry, but Mitchie couldn't hear a word. The words were building up inside of her, threatening to explode out of her.
Shane kept going."…but the perfect strawberry has to be hard and red. It can't be a soft strawberry; that won't work. And it has to be the perfect shade-"
"I'm pregnant!" Mitchie blurted out. Then, realizing what she had just done, she buried her face in her hands. Mitchie cautiously looked up. Shane's face was expressionless, still caught on his last word. Tears filled her eyes. "Shane, I am so sorry! I wasn't sure…but I am now…Shane say something…" Waterfalls of tears were cascading down Mitchie's face. "Shane…please just…please just say something…" Mitchie reached across the table to take his hand, but he pulled it away. She couldn't see anything in his eyes or read anything on his face. Shane simply stood up and walked out the door without saying a word. "No, Shane please don't go!" Mitchie yelled. She followed him out to the street. It was nearly empty. Mitchie looked around in the darkness for Shane. He was already halfway down the sidewalk, walking back to camp. "SHANE!" she shouted. (A/N: try saying that 3 times fast)
He turned toward the sound of her voice. He could hear the pain in her words.
"Shane," she cried out weakly. "I am…so sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I only found out 3 days ago. I was in shock…I needed time to process it…Maybe you just need to also…Please don't leave…I need you…"
Finally Shane said something: "You're right. I need time to think." Then he turned on his heel and kept walking back to camp. Mitchie felt like her whole world was crashing around her. She walked back to camp alone while her heart slowly broke.
That night
Mitchie sat on her bed looking at the picture of her and Shane from Final Jam. They were both so happy then. So carefree. They didn't have to worry about anything. Now they had everything to worry about. Even though it was about 1 in the morning, Tess sat up in her bed.
"So your plan didn't go over too well, huh?" Tess asked. Mitchie wiped her eyes; she was embarrassed to be seen like this even in front of her best friend. She wasn't one to cry over guys.
"Not really…no," Mitchie whispered. The image of Shane walking away from her brought fresh tears to her eyes. "I didn't even follow my plan…I got so nervous I told him before the food even came. I bet the waitress wasn't happy when she came back to find an empty table." Mitchie let out a weak laugh. That bitch of a waitress had been the highlight of her night. Tess walked over to her friend and put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.
"Did he just…leave?" Tess asked. "I'm sorry…if you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."
"No, it's ok," Mitchie replied. "I blurted it out while we were talking-well when he was talking-about strawberries…and he just…had this…this blank look on his face…like I had just…hit him or something."
"He didn't hit YOU, right?" Tess interrupted.
"No…I don't think Shane would do something like that…" Mitchie said.
'Yeah, well I didn't think Kevin would either, but I was sadly mistaken,' Tess thought to herself.
"The only thing he did with his hand was pull it back when I reached for it…" Mitchie collapsed on her bed in racking sobs.
Peggy was woken up by the sound of Mitchie crying. "What's going on?" she asked in a groggy voice. Mitchie painfully told Peggy about her heartbreaking night. Peggy was too tired to be of any help but Mitchie was just glad that she was surrounded by her best friends. "Well, you should just give him some space…don't rush him into anything or he may leave you altogether," Peggy said after hearing the whole story.
Mitchie cried herself to sleep that night.
1 week later
Mitchie was fighting on her life vest next to the lake. Shane usually fixed the buckle on the back. But now there was nobody. Frustrated, Mitchie ripped the life vest off and kicked it into the water. She sat on the shore letting her jeans get sopping wet. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care much about anything anymore. She had lost everything: her body, her virginity, her dignity, her sanity, probably her boyfriend and soon her clothes…All in the space of a month. What else did she have to lose?
Mitchie was shaken out of her thoughts by the sound of the dinner bell. She shakily got to her feet. She turned around to walk to the mess hall when she remembered the life jacket in the water. She groaned and trudged back toward the lake and bent down to pluck it out of the water. But a different pair of hands got there first. Rough hands, calloused from countless times of picking the steel strings of a guitar. Mitchie looked up and smiled.
"You know, you're supposed to hang your life jacket on the rack when you're done with it," said Shane. Mitchie wrapped her arms around Shane's neck and pulled him closer to her face; she gently kissed him.
"You came back," Mitchie whispered. A shadow crossed Shane's face but he quickly replaced it with a small smile.
"Walk with me to dinner?" Shane asked. Mitchie happily let Shane take her hand and lead her to the mess hall.
"So you've had time to think?" Mitchie inquired.
"Ummm…yeah," Shane replied. "I have. And…I just…"
"Shane, you don't have to be nervous. It's me. Just come out with it."
"Well…this is really up to you…are you going to get a…well…a…?"
"An abortion?"
"Yeah. That."
"I honestly don't know yet. It's only been about a week since I found out…I don't really have any plans yet."
"Oh. OK then."
Mitchie broke when she heard the uncertainty in his voice. She decided to just be honest. They would have to make this decision sooner or later. "Look, I know it's against your religion…it's just…Shane I don't want this baby! We're 16! We can't raise a kid…I'm sorry Shane but…I've definitely been considering it."
"No, Mitchie…you can't kill someone who hasn't even had a shot at life yet. What if my mother had gotten an abortion when she was pregnant with me?"
"Shane don't even say that!"
"Then don't you say it either! Don't kill our baby." When Shane said "our baby" Mitchie felt chills run up her spine.
"You said it was up to me! It's my body! It's my pants that aren't going to fit in a month or so. All because you got into them."
"Are you saying you regret having sex with me?"
"I wouldn't be right now if you hadn't gotten me knocked up! It was a mistake! We were foolish and we should have known better-"
"Should have known better? Do you remember what we said that night?"
Mitchie thought back to what seemed like an eternity ago.
Mitchie came up for air. Her and Shane were both breathing hard and right into each other's faces but it didn't make much of a difference now…
"Mitchie?" Shane whispered. He was too short of breath to say anything too loud.
"Yeah?" she weakly responded.
"I love you," Shane admitted. "And just promise me that you love me too. No matter what happens. And you'll never regret this…"
Mitchie chuckled. She kissed him lightly on the forehead. "How could I regret ANY of this? And of course I love you. You should know that by now." She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him slowly back under…
"That I'd love you no matter what happens…and that I would never regret any of it," Mitchie finally replied.
"Exactly."
"But…Shane…people can change over the course of a month…Hell, over the course of a day, even!""So you're saying you don't love me anymore?"
"No! No Shane I didn't know what love was until I met you…just…just put yourself in my shoes for a second. Wouldn't you regret one of the biggest mistakes of your life?"
"This baby is one of the biggest mistakes of your life?"
"You just don't get it, do you?" Mitchie was starting to get really pissed. The mixture of her baby hormones and Shane's lack of sympathy was setting her off.
"No I really don't," Shane said.
"Getting into bed with you was the biggest mistake of my life." And with that Mitchie stalked off leaving a shocked and heartbroken Shane in her wake.
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