Disclaimer: If I owned this, I'd be busy writing the sequel, not writing fanfiction. :P
Chapter Three
Love you... Why did he say that? Does he actually mean he loves me, like really loves me?But what if that is not what he means, Mitchie wondered soundlessly. All the possibilities made her wonder, and made her cranky.
She thought about writing a song about all of this confusing, but shot it down as soon as she heard her phone ring. She thought about answering it, but decided she wouldn't talk to anyone when she was thinking this hard. She let the caller get transferred to the answering machine, and heard Shane's gentle voice.
"Hi Mitchie, I just wanted to say something. When I said 'love ya' I didn't really mean love ya, I mean I love you like a friend... Well not a friend, but a girlfriend, but not like in love, but... Okay, let me start over. I like you a lot and I hope that someday it will be love. True love. Well anyway, I guess I'll talk to you--" Shane was cut off by Mitchie when she picked up the phone.
"Later?" Mitchie asked and giggled. "How about now?"
Shane laughed nervously, wanting to know if she had just heard everything he had just said. "How much of that message did you hear?" He asked, still laughing anxiously. "Because that message... Well it was kinda stupid..."
"No, it's not stupid, I think it's cute when you go on like that." Mitchie giggled and said, "No matter how stupid you may have sounded, I still got the point, and I feel no differently about you."
Shane smiled at this comment. He was so glad to know that even when he made a complete fool out of himself, she's still like him.
"Well part of the reason I called was to see if you'd come to a party this Saturday as my date. It's just going to me and some close friends. I've told all of them all about you, they'd be delighted to meet you, Mitch," Shane said, without even thinking. He hadn't arranged to have a party this weekend. He'd have to make some quick arrangements, and hope that a few of his friends, for once, didn't have plans for a Saturday night.
"Yes, that would be great, let me just go and ask my mom. But I'm not sure I'll get an answer right away, so I'll call you back," Mitchie said happily.
"Okay, so I guess I will talk to you later then, be sure to call me back soon!" Shane said hopefully.
"Yeah, I will. Bye," she said.
"Bye, I love--" he quickly stopped what he was saying. "I mean I..."
"Yes, I know exactly what you mean. Goodbye," Mitchie said, and set her phone down onto the receiver. She smiled dreamily, and went out to ask her mom about the party.
She lightly walked out of her bedroom into the kitchen, where her mother was putting leftovers from dinner away. When she was done, before she had a chance to start washing the dishes, Mitchie got her attention.
"Hey mom, I know I have already asked one big question for the night," she began, referring to the duet Shane has surprised her with (which she very surprisingly said yes to), "but Shane just asked me over to a dinner party he is hosting on Saturday. Just a few close friends and family. His uncle Brown is going to be there," Mitchie lied through her teeth. "He said he'd invite you too, but he thought you might want to go to the Sting concert that he got you tickets for... Whoops, did I forget to mention this before?"
"A Sting concert? I used to love them! I'd love to go, and we'll pick you up at about Midnight, because that is when these concerts tend to get out," Connie said to her daughter excitedly.
"So that's a yes?" Mitchie asked.
"Oh, yes. Definitely. I would never pass up a chance like this!" Connie said, and began washing the dishes with more enthusiasm than Mitchie had ever seen before. Before she new it, her mother one singing the cover song from their debut album.
Mitchie wandered out of the kitchen, and then realized that neither she nor Shane had Sting tickets for her parents. She ran back to her bedroom and looked through the caller ID for Shane's phone number, and called him back.
"Shane, can you get two Sting tickets for this Saturday?" Mitchie spoke quickly and worriedly.
"Um... Mitchie, Sting doesn't have a concert on Saturday. Their next concert is next Wednesday. Why do you need them anyway?" Shane asked curiously and suspiciously. Although Mitchie could not see it, her boyfriend glared at her, thinking that she had a date or something with some other boy.
"I got my mom to say yes to the party after promising that you had offered tickets to Sting for her and my dad," the brunette girl said to him. "But I will be in serious trouble if they find out. What am I going to do? I will never be allowed to see you again when they find out I lied!" She looked around her bedroom, thinking she might find an answer, but had no such luck.
"I have an idea," said Shane, and Mitchie could even hear the grin on his face, he sounded so happy to have found an answer. "Just tell your parents to stay home on Saturday. Tell them that you will not go to the party until they see Sting live."
"But then I'll never go to your party!" Mitchie complained, obviously confused, for anyone would be at this point in the conversation, since Shane had not yet explained himself.
"My uncle toured with a bunch of different bands... He might be able to strike a deal with Sting and get them to go to your house as a personal performance. He's always talking about how various famous people owe him favors, and he owes me a favor for making me go to camp as a teacher, so I may be able to do it." Shane was out of breath after having to explain this whole thing, and walking across the mall; he was on his cell phone, and shopping for clothes for his next concert when Mitchie called him back. He had left the moment he was done talking to Mitchie for the first time that day.
"Oh my gosh! You really think you could do that?" Mitchie said, grinning widely at this.
"It's a long shot, but I will definitely try," Shane replied. "Well I've got to go, I am shopping for clothes for some of my upcoming concerts, so I will see you on Saturday. I'll pick you up at six o'clock, kay?"
"Great! Bye!" Shane hung up the phone, and flung herself on her bed in joy. I am going to SHANE GRAY'S party as his DATE!!
Author's note
So, how was that chapter? Mitchie is going to do a duet with Shane AND going to a party as his date!!
Well, I will only post the next chapter (the party) if I get a certain number of reviews, and only I know what that number is, so you better hope that enough people will take the extra moment to write a review! :D
Well anyway, I love all of my reviewers, so the more of you that review, the more of you to love! :D
--Roxi--
