"Smile!" The cameras flashed. For once in my life I didn't mind my picture being taken. I enjoyed it. "Okay, now we want to get Mitchie and Shane putting on the corsage and boutonniere. I picked them both up from the coffee table. Mitchie's family got a picture of me putting the corsage on Mitchie's wrist and Mitchie was a pro at pinning my boutonniere. "Here, take a picture with Shane's phone so he can send it to his parents." Mitchie gave my phone to her mother who took a few more pictures. I was happy that Mitchie cared about my parents and even more happy that she was proving so.
Meeting Mitchie's family wasn't too harmful; her mother had said good things to her stepdad about me, although I could tell he was concerned about my age and the fact I was a world known celebrity. But as a person, he seemed to accept me better than other father's would. Mitchie's little sister was as cute as a button and her older sister, although she made a very brief appearance, seemed like she was jealous of Mitchie and didn't care for me being there.
"Bye, Mitchie. Nice meeting you Shane! See you at the dance!" Mitchie's friends all left after pictures. "Are you sure you want to just go out to eat, me and you? We can go with them, it's really no problem." She denied my offer. "I want to get to know you more." She admitted with a smile. I took that moment to admire her. Her dress was strapless and the top was all black lace and tight until it was wounded around her hips, then red cloth flowed out in every direction, sparkled with black beads. The length stopped at her knees, enough to show off her beautiful legs. "Did I mention how complimenting the dress is to your figure? Because you look stunning." She shrugged it off as well as she could, however I could see her blush slightly. I was happy she kept her hair down; it extenuated the look of her altogether well. "Did I mention how dashing you looked? Almost like a celebrity." She winked, taking my hand and guiding me in to the kitchen. "Almost? I think I look exactly like a celebrity." I feigned hurt and she laughed melodically.
The dance floor was lit by several disco balls spread across the room. Several people were already inside and dancing around the dance floor. "Would you like to dance?" I offered my hand and Mitchie took it willingly. "I would very much like to, yes."
Mitchie could dance. And I mean she could really dance. The way she moved to the beat of a song, the way her arms did their own thing and the way her hips swung; it was breathtaking to watch. I didn't want to be intrusive so I kept my respective distance but as I would do so, Mitchie slowly moved closer until we couldn't get any closer. "So, having fun?" She asked me, leaning up to whisper in my ear. I smiled, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "I'm with a beautiful girl, who knows how to dance very skillfully. What else can I guy ask for? And I have a feeling that tonight may just well be the best night I've had all year." I pulled away to examine her facial expression. She was smiling and looking at me with soft eyes. The songs transitioned from upbeat to a slow song, thankfully too because I wanted nothing more than to have Mitchie in my arms while we danced.
"So a bunch of us are going to the hotel, I know you are gonna be the party pooper and not come now that there's a boy involved but after he leaves, you're more than welcome to come by and spend the night." Lexi approached Mitchie after the dance, "No, it's fine. I'll talk to Shane about it and I'll text you." They shared a hug and Mitchie turned to me, "Everyone's spending the night at the hotel but I have this rule of no spending nights with boys until I'm married. So if you want to go to the hotel for a swim and to hangout, we can go. But I'll have to kick you out when we all go to bed." I thought about Mitchie's proposition and decided it wouldn't be harmful to hang out with her longer; I would leave when she asked me. "Okay, I'll take you up on that offer. I'll drop you off at home and head back to my place to get some swim trunks and then I'll pick you up." Mitchie obliged, "Lexi actually has my things so if you wanted to just swing by your place that's fine since I have everything I need." I nodded, "You are hard to figure out. You talk, but you're certainly a person who tells only need to know things." It irked me slightly that Mitchie hadn't mentioned the hotel thing to me prior to the dance, but I'm sure she didn't exactly expect me to be on board right away either, nonetheless, it still irked me. I had to work to get her to talk to me, she wasn't just one to spill everything, although that I did like. It made it easier to converse.
"Your place is so big and pretty. I love the pictures you have hung up. Are they all yours?" Demi followed me up the long twisting staircase, admiring the pictures of my parent's farm hanging along the wall. "Yeah, that's my parent's farm. It's twenty or so acres. It's also really pretty in the summer." Mitchie was in awe but she stopped just a few steps from the top to look at a baby picture of me. "Awww. Shane, look at you. With your suspenders and little baseball hat. You're cute! What happened?" I pushed her lightly and she shoved me pretty hard back. "Hey now, Superwoman." She backed off, giggling, "Sorry." I shrugged, "I guess I can forgive you. Come on."
