Chapter 9: Kiss of Death
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A/N: Okay note to all of you. Im in a sad mood. So if the story gets sad blame The Time Travelers Wife. Officially the saddest book EVER. Oh and this chapter is dedicated to everyone who didnt have a single bad thing to say about me when I thought about ending the story. You are all sweeties and I send you all virtual sweets :D.
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Mitchie stared at him.
Shane got down on the floor next to Mitchie.
Ignoring the ashes, broken glass, and the alcohol covering the floor.
He looked at her and saw she was holding the notebook.
She continued to look at him her eyes swimming.
And his heart broke.
He scooted closer to her.
And then he lifted her up.
And placed her in his lap like you would a small child.
She held back tears as he ran his fingers through her once so beautiful dark brown hair.
Now a ugly shade of black.
He missed her beautiful brown hair.
The beautiful brown hair that wasnt chopped up in a way to be a horrible Farrah Fawcett impersonation.
He missed the Mitchie that was always smiling and happy.
He missed the Mitchie that was an individual.
He missed the Mitchie that would throw on a bright outfit with out really caring if someone didnt like it.
But this Mitchie.
She wasnt Mitchie.
She was the worlds Mitchie.
And he wanted Mitchie.
He was going to get Mitchie back.
Even if it didnt work.
He was going to try.
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Mitchie felt so vulnerable.
She hated feeling vulnerable.
She didnt want Shane Gray to be feeling bad for her.
But her silly little fan girl crush said other wise.
Inside of her that little fan girl was screaming with joy that Shane Gray was even holding her like this.
And she was having a hard time getting the fan girl to shut up.
She was still gripping the notebook.
The fan girl was telling her to.
But also her as a individual just ignoring the fan girl part of her still wanted to hold the notebook.
Run her fingers over his hand writing.
His scratchy messy hand writing.
It was like a magnet.
Attracting her and dragging her towards it.
And she didnt fight it.
She wanted to be dragged towards it.
She just had to get closer to him.
Even though she didnt want to.
Her fan girl side wanted to.
It dragged her to placing her face in his chest and letting everything go.
As though she were supposed to be doing that.
But it was only her fan girl side.
She knew he was probably looking at her.
So she looked at him.
With those large brown eyes he loves.
But she didnt know that.
Her fan girl side tempted her.
Taunted her.
And made her do something adventurous.
She got closer to him.
Even though she was sitting in his lap.
She sat up and looked him in the eyes.
Leaned in.
And did something most girls, even famous girls, always wanted to do.
She kissed Shane Gray.