Chapter 3

"No my life is boring," I was saying into my phone, "You freakin performed on live TV today, tell me how your day was."

"Mitchie I'm always telling stories about concerts and interviews and the glamorous rock star life I lead," Shane joked, "It's not exciting anymore."
"It's exciting to me," I replied, smiling as I dropped down on my bed, "Where are you right now?"
"Nate, Jason, and I are in the limo," he told me, "They're arguing about something stupid and probably don't even notice I'm on the phone. We're staying in a hotel tonight cause we have to get up early for a shoot."

"When are you gonna be back in town?" I asked.

"Tomorrow afternoon," he replied happily, "And we're gonna hang out after that right?"
"Eh I don't know," I joked, "I might be too busy."

"I'll pick you up at 6," he replied, "Sorry, I gotta go. Bye"

I closed my phone and sighed happily.

Shane Gray was my...not boyfriend.

Oh yeah, by the way, we're still not dating. . . .

I walked downstairs and into my kitchen where my parents were talking.

"Hey," I said, "Nothing's going on tomorrow night right?"
"Not for me," my mom replied, "I have a reception to cater tonight, but no events planned for tomorrow. Why, what's up?"

"Oh it's just Shane's coming home and he asked me to hang out," I explained, "We'll probably end up here since his house is a little hard to access sometimes."

"That's what he gets for being famous," my dad noted, "But that's ok with me."

So I spent the next 24 hours being excited to hang out with Shane.

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I had been right, and Shane would just be coming to hang out here. I had nothing to do all day, except wait for him to get here! He, of course had another party to go to and other people to see before coming over.

I had complained about being bored so much that my mom handed me a huge box of old photo albums and stacks of pictures and told me to sort them and put some in albums. I put on some music and spread myself out in the living room.

I actually enjoyed doing this. There were some ridiculous pictures in there.

An hour later I was starting another album when my phone vibrated and I reached for it happily.

1 New Message: From Shane

Sorry! I had to take Nate somewhere. I'll be there in ten.

I smiled happily, loving how normal and right that felt.

Sure enough ten minutes later Shane was walking in to my living room. He casually sat down on the floor with me and started flipping through pictures.

"Hey," I said.
"Hey," he smiled, "Sorry I took so long. We were at that picnic for the label and Caitlyn and Jen were there so I ended up talking to them."

"It's fine," I replied, "I've just been sorting these pictures. Some of them are from when I was in like kindergarten."

"I love pictures!" he replied picking one up, "This one's so funny! You have to keep it!"

He had taken a picture of me and my cousin when we were like three and handed it to me. I was planning on putting it back in the box, but since he suggested it I added it to the album.

"I seriously hate that you're not with us when we're working on the album," he went on, "Yesterday me and Jake were so hung over, but we had to go to the meeting. It was so scary! Jake almost passed out!"
And he continued to fill me in on all the stories of everything I miss when he and the guys and Caitlyn are at work all day. He told me about his and Jake's hangover, knowing that I wouldn't' judge him for it. We also talked about The Pack, and drama and all kinds of things. We ended up talking about all my different best friends I went through in elementary school and I told him about my small class of ten in sixth grade.

After awhile of just talking and sitting on my floor we went into the kitchen to get a drink.

"What's this?" Shane asked, pointing to a pitcher of juice on my counter.

"Homemade apple juice, " I replied, "It's delicious."

I poured a glass for him to taste.

"My mom just made it, so it's not cold yet," I warned, "How is it?"

"It's really good," he said, "But I don't know what it usually tastes like. You try it."

He handed me his cup and I took a sip.

"It's still good, " I replied, "But I don't think it's done yet."

"Ooh!" Shane exclaimed, "Destroy the evidence!"

I laughed as he grabbed the cup and rinsed it out a few times, as if my mom would care that we tasted her apple juice.

By the time he was done rinsing the cup he had been distracted by a tub of foam letters

"Why do you have these?" he chuckled grabbing the tub and bringing them over to the table.

"I made a sign for one of my moms's catering jobs," I replied, "Those would be the extras."

Shane smiled as we sat down at the table.

"This could be fun!"

He immediately started sifting through the letters. It only took me a second to notice he was spelling out Shane.

I watched happily as he added the final letter, then thought about what to spell next.

My smile grew larger as he grabbed an M and an I.

"Oh here we go," he said happily. He slid the Mitch from name near to his so our names were sharing and E.

Something so simple pleased me so much. And even cuter, he took his phone out and took a picture before deciding what to spell next.

We spent some more time spelling things out, laughing and talking. This went on til about 11:00 when Shane got a text from Nate.

"Shit," He mumbled, "Mitchie I gotta go. Nate's about to flip shit. Apparently we have to be somewhere at five in the morning and we have to leave in like two hours. I seriously had no idea!"
"It's ok," I laughed, "I don't want Nate to freak out."

We quickly put away the letters then I walked with Shane to my front door.

He put on his shoes then we both stepped out onto my front porch. We were surrounded in complete darkness except a small lamp above my door. I had my fingers crossed that he would give me just a quick hug before leaving me.

"Alright well I guess I'll see ya later," he said stepping closer to me.

Before I could respond he had moved again and his arms were around me. My head rested perfectly on his chest and I smiled.

He pulled away too quick, but I only had a second to be sad.

Before it could register in my mind Shane was leaning for me and our lips were touching. I tried to kiss back while thinking about his lips on mine and his hands on my waist.

After the quick kiss he pulled away and paused for a second. My hands were resting on his sides and his hands were on mine. I don't remember looking at each other.
"Night," he whispered.

And with that he was gone.

My head was reeling and my heart pounding and my excitement boiling.

I ran back into my house and straight to my room.

I looked at the mirror and saw the happiness etched across my own face.

I ran over that moment in my head trying to remember everything. Our first kiss.

So simple. So nice. It felt so right. I was supposed to be with him. If not, I wouldn't feel so happy right now!

Now you're probably wondering about that previous warning. About thinking too soon. Just you wait.

Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors! I did my best to check it real quick. But I'd rather get it out to you guys then spend a lot of time correcting it. Who knows when I'd have time to do that then you'd just have to wait! Thanks

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