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"Hey girls," Denise said as the three of us trotted down the stairs around noon. It was a long night. We needed our beauty sleep. I watched as Caitlyn and Nate looked each other in the eye, and both looked away smiling.

"What are we doing today?" Gabe said, as he bounced from the living room and onto Sierra's back. She laughed as she piggy-backed him into the kitchen. Caitlyn grabbed a box of Cheerios from the counter, and I grabbed the milk from the fridge. My mom placed three bowls onto the table for us.

"Well, honey, I'm not sure," Denise said, ruffling his hair. I poured some Cheerios into my bowl, and splashed some milk on top. I grabbed the sugar from the counter, and sprinkled some sugar on top. Denise handed over three spoons for our late breakfast.

"Can I go and visit daddy?" Gabe asked, looking up at his mom. I hear Shane groan from the other room. I rolled my eyes. I continued spooning the food into my mouth.

"Sure, sweetie," Denise said, sounding a bit precautious to the whole idea. Shane would march in here complaining in three, two –

"I'm not going," Shane said, walking into the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked very pissed off. Sierra nudged me from across the table.

"Our own soap opera in front of our eyes," Sierra whispered to us. I forced myself to smile at her comment. I felt bad for the kid. His dad was an ass.

"Shane, I'm sure he would love to see you," Denise said, putting the milk back in the fridge. My mom handled the box of Cheerios. Everything went so smoothly in the daily routine.

"I don't think so," Shane said, rolling his eyes. I ended up scraping the edge of my bowl of milk. I tilted the bowl, so the sugary milk ran into my mouth.

"He's hard on us, but he still loves us," Jason pointed out, as he wrapped an arm around Shane's shoulder. Shane shot him a steely glare, and Jason removed his arm from Shane.

"Well, I want to see him," Nate inserted his point of view in the entire situation. I grabbed mine and Caitlyn's bowl, since we were both done with our breakfast. I placed them in the sink.

"I could use some free time to talk to him about improving the show," Caitlyn said. I could feel the anger rising in Shane. I didn't move from my position at the sink, staring out the window, but I could still feel the eyes on me.

"Something tells me that he wouldn't like to see me; I did call him an ass yesterday," I said, biting my lip as I turned around. Sierra put her empty bowl in the sink, along with the other dirty dished from breakfast.

"Don't look at me. I promised my mom I would come home once during the week. I'll skip out on the awkwardness. Sorry," Sierra said, as everyone moved their glanced to her. She played with a few curls.

"I have an idea," Jason proclaimed, with a smile that just ringed genius, "Shane can drop us off at dad's hotel room, and then excuse himself for a date with Mitchie… since they both don't want to see him."

"That's brilliant Jason!" Caitlyn exclaimed, as she hugged Jason. I looked down at the floor. When I finally did glance up from between my bangs, I saw my mom's knowing smile. I bit my lip.

"Told you," Jason boasted, with a satisfactory smile. Denise quickly looked from me to Shane. I followed her passing glance to Shane, who looked equally bashful. Then, Denise looked at my mom, and they shared a motherly all-knowing smile.

"Fine, fine," Shane said, waving his hand at the plan, "As long as I don't have to see him."

"Why doesn't Shane wanna see daddy?" Gabe asked his mom. Caitlyn, Nate, and Jason cleared the room to get ready.

"Because he would rather spend his day with Mitchie," Denise said, getting down to her sons' level. They both glanced up at Shane, and then over to me. Gabe leaned towards his mom, and went to whisper a secret in her ear. Shane left the kitchen, his arms still crossed over his chest.

"I think he likes her," Gabe unsuccessfully whispered into Denise's ear. I grabbed Sierra's arm, and tugged her out of the room with me.

"I think she likes him, too," Denise whispered back to her son, before I was out of earshot. Was it that obvious that I liked him? Was it?

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"I'm not going in," Shane proclaimed from the driver's seat as we pulled in front of the local Hilton. It didn't matter; Gabe opened his door.

"Wait up, Gabe!" Jason yelled, pushing open the passenger seat door. He chased after his younger brother. Caitlyn and Nate scooted out the back seat. I moved into the passenger seat.

"Have fun on your date," Caitlyn said, throwing a wink in my direction, before closing the back door. I rolled my eyes. I quickly wondered if the seat would engulf me from the embarrassment.

Caitlyn and Nate walked into the hotel holding hands, right behind Jason who was carrying Gabe over his shoulder. Shane put the car into drive, and rolled out the Hilton driveway. Instead of making a left back towards the highway, he made a right.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as Shane effortlessly drove down the nearly empty street. What could possibly be down this road?

"I'm not entirely sure," Shane simply said, shrugging his shoulders. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, please don't get too lost," I jokingly pleaded, "Or crash."

"I only ran three stop lights," Shane said, without a trace of sarcasm. I turned to him with shock. I was definitely going to die. I should have told Sierra and my mom how much I love them.

"I'm too young to die," I whined, as Shane stopped at a red light. I wiped my brow for overdramatic effect. Shane looked at me.

"See, I can stop," Shane said, referring to the car stopped at a red light. I briefly applauded his accomplishment. He rolled his eyes, "I have never ran a single red light, or gotten a ticket. You're not going to die."

I didn't say a word. I just stared at Shane as the tint from his face switched from red to green. He didn't move an inch.

"Trust me?" Shane asked, as a car behind us honked. We both looked briefly behind us through the rear window. We both turned our attention to each other. I shortly nodded, not really knowing that I was getting myself into.

With so many little words said, Shane stomped on the gas, halting the honking from behind us. He sped down the empty boulevard. I clutched onto the arm rest next to me. The thoughts of crashing popped back into my head. I started replaying scenes from when I was a kid. Those happy, happy moments. The ups of my life continued flashing until this very moment. I saw Shane shortly glance at the clock. He hooked a sharp right into a nearly empty parking lot.

"Shane," I screeched as Shane slightly slowed down before turning into a parking spot. He took the keys out, and looked at the clock one more time. I could barely breathe. He wanted me dead. Shane opened his door, and I started to follow him.

"No, no," Shane said, I let go of the door handle. I sagged back into the seat. Shane closed his door, and walked around the car. He opened my door, and held out his hand, "If I'm going on a date with you, I'm going to do it right."

Such simple words made me blush. Our fingers intertwined as we walked into the theater. It was a small theater, held maybe two small screens. It was perfect for a popstar that didn't want paparazzi all over him. He held the door open, and let go of my hand as I walked through. The sudden chill of my hand being alone shocked me.

"Two for Dear John," Shane said to the ticket seller. I nearly bursted right then and there. I linked my arm on his, and squeezed it tight. He handed me a ticket, and we walked over to the concession stand. I was looking at the different candies, and he swooped down, "I saw the book on your bed. Decided why not."

"I love it," I said, still linking arms with him. He ordered a large popcorn, and soda. Guess we would be sharing, not that I exactly minded. He grabbed the soda, and unlooped his arm with mine as he grabbed a straw. I took the popcorn container.

We walked into the theater, if you can even call it that. It was one of the two screens in the building. It held maybe a hundred people, tops. It was relatively empty, except for a small group of teenage girls in the corner, and an elderly couple sitting smack dab in the middle. I followed Shane up to the top row, opposite corner of the girls. He placed the soda in the cup holder, and I handed him the popcorn. I took a sip of the soda, Mountain Dew.

"To fake dates," Shane said, holding up the popcorn container. I toasted with the soda container. I placed it back in its holder, as the previews for new movies ended.

And now your feature film…

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"It was amazing!" I gushed as Shane and I walked from the small room. We kept our distance from the teenage girls, imagine if one of them was a Connect 3 fanatic, was Shane's reasoning. Either way, we were the last to leave the theater. My eyes were pretty much rubbed raw.

"I don't get how you cried," Shane simply shrugged. I threw the empty popcorn container away, and turned to Shane. I pushed my hands against his chest.

"Were you not watching the same movie," I exasperatedly said, balling my hands into little fists. Shane pushed my nonthreatening fists away from me, and put them down at my sides.

"I was," Shane said, as I just blinked, "But, I didn't find it that emotional."

"Honey, he's a man. He doesn't think anything is emotional," The old woman from the theater said. She was standing by the men's bathroom door. She looked like a sweet old woman, "Either way, he sat through the movie with you, and I'm guessing he let you cry on his shoulder. That was emotional enough for him. They save the emotions for people they care about…not movies."

I looked to the floor, suddenly feeling very shy. I could feel the blush rise up from my chest. I glanced up at the elderly lady, "I think you're right. Thanks."

"Anytime, sweetie," The woman said, as she gingerly smiled at me, "Now, you two lovebirds run along now."

"Come on, Mitchie," Shane said, pushing the small of my back along towards the door. He opened the door for me. He moved his hand around my waist as we walked to the car. Then, he opened the door for me. When he got in his door, and the key was in the ignition, he decided to bring up, "She called me a man."

I simply rolled my eyes at him, as he put the car into reverse. We both buckled up. I slipped my phone from my pocket. I had a text from Nate. I opened my phone.

"Uhm, Nate says, that they need to be picked up right now, well half an hour ago, and he didn't say why," I read the message, as Shane pressed harder on the gas pedal.

Mitchie and Shane hit the movies, Dear John, to be specific. Did anyone see it? How did you think it was? Also, did this chapter make you aw?