Wow, I'm surprised (haha! get it? I was surprised) how fast I got this up. I hope you enjoy this, it's basically just the rest of Shane and Mitchie's day. Again, I hope you enjoy it and please review!

BTW, I GOT A PURITY RING! EEEEEEEP! I'm so happy I finally have one. I'll have to post the link to the picture of it on my profile sometime. I'll let you know when I do get it up. :)

We had finally stopped crying and Shane decided we'd still go out for our "special" dinner. I had to agree with him. I didn't want to make him feel like the rest of our day was ruined just because of one little mistake. We were going to have a special dinner and like it, no matter what.

Shane and I dried off with the towels layed out by the beach chairs and got dressed then headed back to his car, hand in hand. Shane opened my door for me and helped me in. He jogged around to the other side and hopped in himself. Shane started the car and I smiled, listening to the motor hum. We pulled out of the parking lot and headed farther into Downtown L.A.

I looked out the window, watching the people walk by. I'd never been in Downtown L.A. before, so this was a whole new experience to me. Some of them waved, some smiled and some just plain ignored us. Although, I don't see how they could, -Shane was driving a 1965 Mustang Fastback- we kind of stuck out like a sore thumb.

I turned my attention back to Shane. He was holding my hand and there was no odd leg rubbing. I smiled at him, watching him drive. His hair blowing in the wind, the sun shining on his face, giving him an even golder looking tan. I realized how good Shane still looked after swimming and wondered what I looked like.

"Shane," I said. He turned and looked at me.

"Yeah?"

"If I asked you how I looked, what would you say?" I asked, waiting for his answer.

"You look beautiful," he smiled and then turned back to the road. I rolled my eyes.

"Shane, I'm serious. I want an honest answer on how I look right now," Shane looked back at me, studying me.

"Well... your makeup is a little messy and your hair is a little-"

"Shane!" I whined and slapped his arm as he chuckled, obviously thinking this was funny, which it was not. But eventually, he stopped chuckling and looked back at me.

"But seriously, Mitchie, you look beautiful." I smiled and squeezed his hand.

The perfect guy with the perfect compliments, always ready to give someone a personality boost or cheering up just when they need it. That was my Shane Gray.

We pulled into a parking lot, but it didn't look like the parking lot for a restaurant. Shane parked and shut off the engine, pulling out that piece of fabric from his pocket again. "Yeah, I know... again," he said, obviously noticing the weird look on my face. I put on a smile instead.

"Another surprise?" I asked. He nodded. I rolled my eyes playfully and turned. Shane put it over my eyes and tied it behind my head. I heard his door open and close, then I heard another door open, only closer.

"Give me your hand," I heard Shane's voice and nodded, sticking my hand out and feeling him take it. He helped me out and I held his arm with my other hand once more. I listened carefully as he lead the way, making sure I didn't run into anything.

I had to wonder: How did Shane come up with all these surprises? Did he spend days planning before the actual event? I had to ask.

"How do you do it?" I asked and felt Shane looking at me.

"What do you mean?" he asked, putting his other hand on top of mine. I smiled.

"I mean, how do you know all the perfect surprises? Do you plan these things days ahead or are you just that good?" I squeezed his arm and heard him chuckle.

"I guess I'm just that good." I punched Shane's arm softly and we both ended up laughing. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could still make out his expression. "Alright, here we are, ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." I told him and he walked around behind me, untying the strip of fabric and removing it from my face.

"Surprise!" Shane said and my mouth shot open.

"Shane, oh my gosh, I... this is beautiful!" I turned to face him and threw my arms around his neck. It was a candle lit dinner on the pier with a view of the, now, setting sun. The biggest smile was plastered on my face and I felt if I didn't get rid of it soon, I'd look like this forever. But I couldn't help it -Shane had just shown me how much more amazing he really is.

I let go of him and he held out his hand, blowing with one hand behind his back.

"Shall we my lady?" Shane spoke in a British accent. I put my hand to my chest, blushing.

"I'd be delighted," I spoke the same way and put my hand on his. He lead the way, pulling out my chair for me when we reached the table. "Thank you," I said and sat down. Shane walked over and sat down across from me, whistling. I raised my right brow and smirked. Shane smirked back and from the corner of my eye I saw something move. I looked over and saw a waiter in a white suit top and black slacks. I quietly gasped and the waiter walked over, setting a giant metal dome on the table. He lifted the lid and revealed a platter of spaghetti covered in marinara sauce.

This suddenly looked like that scene from that Disney movie, Lady and the Tramp. I lightly chuckled, not thinking Shane would hear me.

"I know what you're thinking," he started. "but I wasn't even thinking about that movie until Jason mentioned something earlier."

"Well, there's only one way for this to end out like that scene," I smiled then suddenly remembered what I wasn't going to do. My smile faded. "I mean, if you want it to, that is." Shane smiled.

"I'm cool with that," I giggled and Shane nodded for the waiter to leave.

We fed each other, which sounds kind of odd, but it was quite romantic the way Shane kept kissing me between bites. By the time we 're done eating, we both had marinara sauce all over our mouths. It was a little gross, but once we got cleaned up, everything was good.

And Shane whistled once again. The waiter came back over with another dome and set it on the table, removing the lid and revealing a variety of desserts. The waiter took the first dome and left, leaving us alone again. We dug, slowly, into the dessert and ended up feeding each other again. Their were chocolate covered strawberries, little squares of various cheesecakes and various cake bites. We finished and leaned over the table, holding hands.

My stomach was full, but I wasn't done with Shane. I leaned over and kissed him, wanting to go further, but knew my boundaries. I kissed him once more and slowly pulled away. That kiss was still so good. I licked my lips and smiled. Shane's lips tasted like chocolate and strawberries.

"So, got anything else planned for the night or are we done?" I asked in a sarcastic tone and Shane chuckled. I loved his chuckle.

"I wasn't planning on it. Do you want to do something else?" he asked and smirked.

"Shane, there are so many things I want to do with you." I said and felt myself blush at my choice of words. Then I suddenly got an idea. "I know what we can do,"

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