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"So you two are dating huh?" Willow asked me the next morning as I was getting ready for the dreaded dress fitting.

"I don't know." I muttered, we hadn't really established this, but I think we were. He sent me a really cute text this morning, calling me beautiful. So yeah I think we were definitely going down that road.

"I think you two make the cutest couple ever." She said smiling over at me. And this is where she can be so sweet and nice. It's like having two different roommates.

"Aw thanks Will, it means a lot to me." I threw my hair up in a messy bun.

"Off to meet the wife?" Willow asked in a snide tone. I thought she liked Annabelle.

"I thought you liked her?" I asked her confused and turned towards her. She just shook her head, waving me off. Shaking my head and I grabbed my purse and headed off. Once again I was meeting her at some little café. Who I didn't seem to see was Shane.

"Shane?" I asked confused and roomed my sunglasses to the top of my head, and looked around I didn't see Annabelle. Did she ditch me, and I had to look after her stupid fiancé?

"Mitchie, Seriously calm down, don't get all excited really." He said sarcastically smirking at me. Same old Shane. What did she see in him anyways? Sure he was hot, but sometimes his personality screamed little kid.

"Shut up." I yanked out the chair across from and threw myself in it. He watched me the whole time.

"You look tired Mitchie." he surveyed me from the top of his glasses.

"Thank you Mr. Observant. Where's your wonderful wife to be?" He leaned back in his seat, and shrugged still looking me over. I was kind of self conscious and started running a hand through my hair. "What is there something in my hair?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Nope just perfect." He said. What the hell? I thought, but brushed it off. Him being Shane was all I needed for an answer.

"Annabelle said she was going to be running late."

"What does Annabelle do?" I asked though I thought I knew.

"She's a designer for wedding dresses." Shane said in the same bored tone, and looked around watching people pass us from the other side of the gate.

"You must be pretty crazy in love with her huh?" I asked him in a cheerful tone, and laughed slightly.

He shot his head back at me, giving me a weird expression. One I couldn't quite make out. "What?" He asked as if he didn't have one word I just said.

"Ugh never mind." I was slightly annoyed, it seemed like he hardly even listening. How ADD of him, I glared at the side of his head once he started staring at people again.

"Oh my goodness I am so sorry I'm late!" We heard Annabelle call from behind us. Shane got up and pulled out the chair next to him for her to sit down. At least he was a gentleman sorta. "Oh Mitchie you look so nice."

I looked down at what I was wearing. I don't know if you would call jeans that were seriously ripped up and a white tank top nice. "Uh thanks so do you, but you always do." I saw Shane pretend to gag behind his glass of water. I shot him a glare, and kicked him under the table. Making him choke slightly on his water.

"Oh honey be careful." Annabelle said patting him on the back, totally oblivious. He shot me a death glare, and I smiled fakely back at him.

'Bitch.' He mouthed in my direction when Annabelle was looking for something in her purse. I just merely smirked at him and looked away.

"So anyways Mitchie, I know you're slightly on the petite side." Isn't that good?

"Uh…"

She looked at me and immediately back tracked. "Oh no! I didn't mean it like that, it's really good, which means we don't need to alter the dress a lot, maybe just the length a little. Since I think the dress is a little be long for you." She went on and looked me up and down. I don't even know why she brought Shane he seemed totally bored out of his mind. I don't blame him. Once we got out food it shut Annabelle up.

"So Mitchie." Shane said in the same tone her greeted me with. As if he was slightly unhappy with me.

"So Shane." I replied in the same tone.

"Had fun last night?"

"I-uh what?" Taken about slightly.

"Yeah Nate called me late last night told me about your guy's date."

Annabelle looked between us missing out. "You went out with Nate?" Annabelle asked me. I just nodded. "Aw that's so cute, he can be your date for our wedding."

"Sure he can." She smiled when I said that. "So got a problem with that Shane?" I asked, daring him to say something. He just shrugged.

"No just looking out for my best friend that's all."

"Don't worry it's not like I'm going to break his heart or anything." Though I couldn't be a 100% positive that it was going to be all right.

"Mitchie what's taking so long?" I heard Annabelle's voice on the other side of the changing room.

"Seriously, didn't get too lost in the dress did ya Mitch?" Shane asked, and I heard his annoying but contagious laughter. I bet he thought he was just so hilarious.

"Shut up Shane!"

"Shut up Shane!" He mimicked in a false high voice. What was he 5?

"Guys seriously." Annabelle said interrupting us, obvious taking the mothering role.

"Annabelle I don't know about this." Looking at myself in the mirror it didn't quite right on me, sure the dress was amazing. I just wasn't. She was right it was long on me.

"Hon I'll never know if you don't come out here." She said in a encouraging tone.

"Fine, fine, fine." I muttered unlocking the door, and swung it open and stepped up. I held the hem of the dress but let it fall once I stood still. Annabelle and Shane didn't say anything. Yeah that made me feel loads better, I hate nervously picking at the bow on the side of my dress.

"Mitchie you look really pretty, doesn't she look pretty Shane." Annabelle commented and pulling Shane with her so he was closer to me. "Shane tell her she looks pretty." She said nudging him. I quickly looked away from him. Totally not awkward, can you hear my sarcasm.

"You look," He paused for a second. "Beautiful."

I chewed on my bottom lip, I knew my face must have been pretty red. Annabelle clapped since she was just so happy. "Um thanks. Can I take this off?" I asked and tried heading back to the room, but Annabelle yanked me back making me stand stalk still as the person did the measuring.

"Well that quite went well don't you think?" Annabelle asked us once we left the dress shop, the newly altered dress in my arms.

"Yeah." Both Shane and said in unison, but she wasn't paying attention.

"Mitchie what are you and Nate doing tomorrow night?" She asked in a formal tone, she made it sound like we're official.

"I don't know, I'll ask why?" Please don't let it be another lunch.

"Oh just thinking that we could all meet up for dinner, and maybe Jason could join us, right Shane." Annabelle said pointedly to him.

"I think he can come." That answer made he quite more pleased.

"Oh good, I really hope you two can come Mitchie." All of a sudden she grabbed my arm making me stop, Shane slowed down looking back at us.

"What?" He asked confused. Annabelle bit her lip, she still had a grip on her arm.

"I just forgot I need to stop in and pick up my dress and try it on."

He nodded. "Oh okay so I'll just meet you back at my place then?"

"Yeah."

"Okay well see you around Mitchie."

Once he was out of sight, Annabelle turned me around and started walking the way we just came.

"You need me for something?" I was uncertain what she had planned.

"Duh I need someone to see how the dress looks on me."

"Oh right."

"Don't worry it won't take long." Once again she bit her lip and looked around making sure no one was following us, though I don't think that's what she was doing. It just looked like it.

"Annabelle, just because I said I was free I didn't mean take that as an advantage." I complained groaned and leaned my head against the wall. And here I thought I took forever putting on the dress. I was wrong.

"One second." I heard the sound of a zipper being zipped. Finally she stepped out. She looked like something out of a fairytale book and she was the princess I always wanted to be. I know why Shane had noticed her she was perfect. Tall, beautiful, and blonde, everything I'm not.

"Wow," I breathed walking over to her. "You look amazing."

That's when it happened just all of a sudden she burst into tears. Startled I reached her helping her sit down. I was never one for tears. I freaked just like most guys did, and ran the other way. I hated dealing with emotions. Maybe it was that time of month for her. "Hey what's wrong Anna." I asked her in what I hoped was a soothing tone, and pulled her into a hug.

"I-I think he's seeing someone." She hiccupped out.

"What? Shane, no way. I know he wouldn't do something like that." I was very positive. Sure he could act like a real idiot, but I know he would never ever do something like that. He knows better then that.

"Mhh I don't know." She said still convinced that he was cheating. Sighing I pulled back and stared her right in the eye.

"Come one seriously Annabelle, do you honestly think a guy as amazing as Shane would do something like that to you? No it's obvious he's crazy about. I think you're just getting a little nervous."

She shook her head, tears still in her eyes. She sniffled. "So you think he's amazing."

"Um-uh yeah I mean he's my friends, I don't-" No way would I ever like Shane like that.

"You guys have history." Wait did she think it was me?

I forced out a laugh trying to make this less awkward. "Haha hardly, I mean we went to this camp, but that was a long time ago. And it's not like we stayed in touch." Truth.

"I know but still…"

Now I was getting slightly pissed. "Seriously Annabelle get a grip. You have more history with him, and look where you are now. You're marrying him aren't you?"

"I guess so."

"I know so, so come on just forget it."

"Mitchie I can't." She whined, making me inwardly groan.

"Okay fine! How do you even know he's cheating on you?"

"I don't I just feel it."

Rolling my eyes at her I pulled her up with me, so we were standing face to face. "Annabelle I think he's just as nervous as you are."

"You think?" This made her a little more hopeful.

"Mhhmm."

"Well I guess, but just to make sure I want you to talk to him." She then went back in her dressing room.

What the hell did she mean by that? Talk to him? Then what, would she have me stalk the poor guy, no way in hell would I do that.

"Annabelle." I hissed her name as she hurriedly walked out the store.

"Not here." She hissed back and continued marching, I had to run to keep up.

"Annabelle!" I yelled yanking her back and turned to face me, her eyes still slightly puffy and red. "What do you mean talk to him."

"Just what I mean, just talk to him."

"About…?"

"Oh I don't know how about rainbows and unicorns? About to see if he's cheating on me!" She screeched right in my face.

"Okay, okay, sorry just calm down." I said slightly shocked to see her spazz out like that.

"I'm sorry, it's just I love him so much you know…" No I don't know.

"Mhh yeah."

"So will you?" Annabelle asked once again in that hopeful tone, giving me a pout.

"I-"

"Aw! Thanks Mitchie, you're the best." And then yanked me into a death grip hug.

What was I going to do now?

"Stop laughing you little piece of…." I trailed off pissed and threw my pillow at Willow, nailing her right in the head. But that didn't stop her.

"Oh man Mitchie this is so priceless, that crazy bitch is making you stalk her poor unknowing fiancé.

"Shut up you know it's not like that."

"Sure as hell sounds like it though."

"I know, and I don't know what to do."

Willow thought for a second. "Oh here, tell her you did but don't."

"And what if she brings it up?"

"Oh please she's not that shameless to bring it up, she knows better then that."

"Okay but what if he really is seeing someone."

"You think so?"

"I don't know what to believe anymore." I was too confused and tired and annoyed to think. Why did Annabelle have to be so impossible at times.

"So," Willow paused cautiously as if I was gonna blow at any second. "Are you going to talk to Shane?"

I looked at her incredulously. "And say what exactly? Oh hey Shane I was just wondering by any chance if you're going out with another chick behind Annabelle's back cause she wanted to know, since funny thing she doesn't totally trust you." I shot at her snidely.

"No need to be all bitchy about it."

"Well how else would I phrase it?"

"Oh…I dunno, don't make it obvious." Well she did have a point there, but I wasn't totally sure if I would have the guts to really go through it.

But I have another solution to this. I grabbed my phone and dialed it letting it.

"Hey." I said right away. I sounded way too jumpy. Calm down, deep breaths.

"Hi, I was just thinking about you." He said, his voice already sending a million butterflies in my stomach. Stupid butterflies.

"Really, aww." I cooed into the phone, and just realized how girly I sounded. Quickly I cleared my throat. "So are you doing anything right now?"

"Naw not really, why have something in mind?" He asked, I could just see him smirking on the other end.

I bit my bottom lip slightly. "Mhh, maybe."

"Well if you don't I might as well just back to my essay I was in the middle of, though I would totally blow it off to hang out with you."

"No you shouldn't do that." I said in a chastising tone. One thing I didn't want was him blowing off his work.

"I was kidding Mitchie geeze."

"Not funny, anyways meet quad in 20."

"Cool, see ya."

"Yeah bye." I said and hung up.

"Nate I see." Willow said in a knowing tone and nodding her head.

Shrugging I set down on my bed. "What I bet he would know if Shane's up to something, I mean they are best friends and all. Practically brothers."

"Mhhmm."

"Okay, what's with the tone?"

"Oh no tone."

"Yeah come on spill."

Sighing as if it was costing her all her energy she said. "Okay so say if Shane did possibly let something slip to Nate about some chick, what makes you think Nate's gonna tell you, knowing that you're pretty close to Annabelle."

"And so what if he does? How does he know if I will tell Annabelle, and plus Annabelle and I aren't even that close. Nate knows that, so there's nothing really to worry about. I know he'll tell me, cause he trusts me." I tried reasoning with her.

"Oh come Mitchie, we all know your such a goody two shoes, of course you'll tell Annabelle even if you don't mean to. I'm sorry that's just who you are."

"Excuse you, you hardly even know me. I mean come on we've been roommates for what a month. How would you know how I act, and plus I wouldn't tell Annabelle anything if Nate made me swore not to."

"Uh hello then that would be going against what Annabelle wanted. Plus I just know things Mitchie." She said in a what she thought was a mysterious tone. She got up stretching and yawned. "Well this shit is boring me, later Torres and once again you're pretty much screwed yourself over." Laughing she left the room.

Sadly the truth was she was right.

The moment I set foot in the quad I saw Nate sitting on one of the empty benches. He was writing away in a notebook, but looked like he was having trouble with whatever he was writing. I watched for a second as he would scrunch up his face in frustration and erase what he made furiously. Or he would just let out a heaving sigh, a slight frown on his face.

I slid onto the bench slightly startling him. Hurriedly he shoved it away in his bag.

"Oh hey Mitch, I didn't see you." He said and ran a hand through his head of curls.

"Sorry if I scared you." He smirked.

"Yeah hardly Mitchie, maybe some other time."

"There goes your ego again." I said nudging him in the ribs.

"Whatever Torres, so what is it that made me come out here."

"I have to ask you something." I replied in a dead serious tone and turned to face him. I saw that he looked quite concerned. He probably thought something happened in my family.

"What, what is it?" He asked and scooted closer, taking my oddly cold hand in his warm one.

"Ah…it has to do with someone we know."

"Okay…" He said still unsure where I was going with this. 'Don't make it obvious.' Willow's words rang through my head. I took another deep calming breath.

"Well actually two people we know."

"Okay, well who are they?"

"Um well one of them you know really, really, well." I said in a hinting tone. Nope nothing, he just stared at me with a blank look on his face. Was he even trying to think? "He's a guy."

"Jason?" He asked finally utterly confused. I was confused for a second. Jason seriously? Please I haven't even mentioned him ever.

"No! Shane oh my god!" I yelled getting frustrated.

A look of realization dawned on his face. "Oh Shane yeah, what about him." He asked now that we were on the same page.

"You see um, has he ever you know…" I trailed off not wanting to finish that sentence. Apparently I had to since Nate still wasn't getting it. And he was supposed to be the smart one.

"No I don't know Mitchie, come on just spit it out."

"Fine, fine, has he ever dated anyone."

"Well obviously he has." He replied in a over sarcastic tone.

"No I mean like now."

"Huh?"

"Is he seeing someone behind Annabelle's back."

He seemed to hesitate before answering and looked away. "Uh no, not really."

"Come on," I said hitting him in the shoulder. "I need a straight answer."

"Why do you want to know?" He shot back raising an eyebrow at me scrutinizing my face.

"Uh because, he's my friend." I said in a duh tone.

"Right." He said he wasn't buying it.

"Come one just tell me is he or is he not."

"No he's not." He finalized. I blew out the breath I had been holding. See that wasn't so had was it? Nate was looking at me oddly.

"What?" I asked getting self conscious.

"Just nothing."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"Can't a guy look at a girl he likes?" He asked smirking slightly.

"Mhh I guess." I said teasingly.

"Mitchie." Nate said suddenly in such a tone that made me start.

"What?"

"If I told you something you promise you wouldn't tell anyone right? I mean no one, not Willow, not Annabelle, not Shane, no one right?" He asked slightly nervous and in a pleading tone.

"Of course." I said seriously. What was he going to tell me? That he was lying to cover up for Shane. That Shane really was seeing someone. That he wasn't planning on going through with the wedding. That-

"He likes someone." Whoa what?

"As in someone besides Annabelle.

He just nodded.

"Who?"

"I can't tell." Of course he couldn't. I looked away thinking. Who could Shane like? Seriously it seemed as if he was whipped. Whipped for Annabelle.

Panic seemed to rush through me what was I going to tell Annabelle? I knew she was going to call me anytime now. Maybe even sooner.

"You like me right?" Nate asked, by like I knew what he meant.

I smiled looking at me. "Yes I really like you Nate."

"Good then I can do this." Just as he was leaning in my phone decided to ring.

"Sorry, sorry." I said slightly flustered.

"No it's cool." Though he didn't sound 'cool'

"Hello."

"Hey Mitchinater what's crack-a-lackin?" Boomed the annoying voice.

"Shane?" Hey I was supposed to be calling him not the other way around, what the hell? He's hardly ever called me.

"The one and only baby." Rolling my eyes and I saw out of the corner of my eye Nate looking slightly more pissed. His jaw all clenched up, and he looked as if he could punch something. But hell it only made him look hotter.

"What do you wanted?" I demeaned in a monotone.

"Gee I'm glad I'm your sunshine on a cloudy day." Was his reply.

"Sorry that spot is already taken." I shot a smile at Nate, but saw he wasn't paying attention.

"By?"

"None of your concern. Again what do you want?"

"Wanna hang out with little ole me? I'm bored please." He asked, he probably had that stupid puppy dog pout going on.

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