I wasn't going to update but I promised someone I would...:D

WOOT! I came up with a backstory for Mitchie...but it's really not very original...not at all...:)) Now I'm just wondering if I'll be able to stick to it...:S Oh well...

Chapter 10

Shane stared at himself in the mirror. "You think she'll like this?" he asked himself. He had just finally opened the carrier bags and looked at the clothes he had bought. "Oh yeah. Of course she will! She picked these!" he thought to himself. "Well, I'm glad that part's over!" he said, buttoning the purple shirt he chose to wear since it was closer to blue than the pink one was. He seriously needed to convince Mitchie that pink and purple were not colors for men.

Shane looked at the wall clock and decided he had to hurry since he was walking over to Mitchie's place. Plus, he was going to have to stop by the florists to get Mitchie flowers. He had no idea what to get her because he didn't know what her favorite flower was. He didn't even know if she liked flowers. But isn't that what gentlemen did around here for girls they liked? Get them flowers?

Shane checked on the apartment making sure the stove wasn't on; the locks were locked, before he left. His mother had just left for the night shift at the diner and would probably be home early next morning. When everything looked good, Shane walked out and locked the door behind him.

"Why you look might fine today, Shane!" Mrs. Dale called out, taking Shane by surprise.

"Thanks, Mrs. Dale." Shane smiled and then his eyebrows furrowed as he watched Mrs. Dale fumble for her keys while she carried her groceries in another arm. "I'll take those, Mrs. Dale." Shane said, grabbing the bag from her.

"Thank you…Found it!" She said pulling her key out of her bag. "You've been dressed to the nines lately, have you got a date?" she asked, as she opened the door to her apartment

"I wish it was really a date." Shane replied, as he placed Mrs. Dale's groceries on her table.

Mrs. Dale noticed his frown. "Well I hope tonight turns out okay for you." she said, tapping Shane's cheek.

"Thanks again, Mrs. Dale. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, sweetie."

"What's your favorite flower?"

Mrs. Dale thought for a moment. "Lilies."

"You don't like roses?"

"Heck no!" Mrs. Dale exclaimed, looking a little repulsed. "Now don't you go giving that girl roses! And the red ones too! Good Lord in heaven, no!"

"Why not?"

"Because they're just too common. They don't seem to mean anything anymore."

"I'll keep that in mind, Mrs. Dale! Thanks again!"

Mitchie excused herself from work today. She didn't really have to come up with a good excuse because Caitlyn and Kurt knew she was going on a "date" with Shane. And with those mouths they had, everyone at Lush probably already knew what was going on.

With eyebrows plucked, makeup on, nails trimmed and painted on with a new coat of matte pink, Mitchie removed the claw clip off her head and let her dark hair fall on her shoulders. Her hair was surprisingly tame and she thanked her lucky stars for that. She slipped into her new dress, something her mother had not chosen for her. It felt good not to have to give into her mother's whims. She liked it when her mother fussed over her. But her mother never doted on her. It was a relief when she finally graduated and her mother let her handle Lush in New York. Of course she missed home and she couldn't stand the lifestyle here but it was refreshing to not have her mother always telling her what to do, what not to do, how to do things…she felt like she was being smothered. As a little girl, she didn't mind doing everything her mother obliged her to do. But growing up was different. She had a mind of her own and wanted different things. But her need for affection was greater than her need to grow so she did things that screamed "Mommy, love me!" but they never worked. So it was a different thing at Lush – people looked up to her, they were there at her every beck and call. It made her feel wanted. But it also made her feel powerful, in a bad way. That was not Mitchie. And she was glad she was finally returning to her old self.

Now her new problem was that after she moved out, it seemed like her mother loved her less…if that was even possible. Her mother called a lot but never to ask about her. It was always about Lush.

And her father? That's a whole different story. See, the last time she saw her father, she was five. And all her mother could say about him was that he was "different." Mitchie did not, and still does not, know what her mother meant by that but the closest interpretation she had was that her father was different from her mother, not that he was different from everyone else. So that made her question the saying "opposites attract." Or maybe they do but they just can't stay together. Mitchie frowned and thought about Shane. She really didn't think they were complete opposites. But, yes, they were different. Hopefully they were good different.

Mitchie looked at herself in the mirror one last time…and then sprayed on Chanel's Chance. For that was what she and Shane needed…a chance.

Cheesy!!!

Meh...filler chapter...Oh well...

Oh yeah, all Smitchie aside, who here has facebook? If you do, please put your profile in private or don't put any info on there such as your address or phone number because I saw this scary video on facebook about putting that sort of info there and adding people you don't know and it seriously made me want to delete my facebook account! But I didn't because someone stopped me. Anyway, you guys do that...

...and then review...:P

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