I felt Shane's presence behind me as I rang the old door pitter-pattered in my stomach as I waited nervously for someone to open the door and found my mother smiling widly at me Her hands wrapped around me, hugging her daughter..

The smell of my mothers cooking hit my nostrils the second the door opened and I smiled unvolenterily, remembering how much I loved her food.

"Missed you." I whispered into her ear as she hugged me, her grip tightened on me for a while.

She set me lose as her fell to my arms now examining me.

"Mitchie, you look so different now, honey." She complained.

"It's only been three months, how different can I look?" I asked, smiling at her.

She returned the smile. "Now, come on honey, inside now. I dont want you getting frost bite, its so cold polar bears could be out." I rolled my eyes at my mothers humour and stepped inside my house.

"And you must be Mitchie's new friend, son? Mitchie didnt tell me you were a boy."

"Mom!" I gritted my teeth. She was embarrassing me.

"It was so nice of you to bring her here."She said as I turned to face the door. My mother had caught Shane in a hug. It was one of our family things. We were a hugging family.

When I looked over at Shane he gave me a dissapointed look as if he expected my mom to know that he was taking me to New Jersey.

I would have told her if we were together.

"Thank you, ." He nodded.

I found myself nearly smiling at the sight. Shane smiled politely at my mother as she welcomed him home. My mother looked back and forth at me and then at Shane as if we had missed to say something. I gave her a look and she smiled at me, now more interested in Shane than me.

And I thought I was her daughter.

"What's your name, dear?" She inquired. I rolled my eyes again, now taking a look at my house. It was the same as I had left it. The walls were still off white and the TV was still placed opposite the sofa's. A beautiful Christmas tree sat at the far end of the living room smiling at us, with all of its glittery-ness.

"You seem too familiar, son. Have we met before?"

"Where's Jake?" I quickly changed the subject. The last thing I wanted was my mother gaging about how in 'love' I was with him in hightschool.

"He's next door. Apparently Chad bought come new video game and that's been keeping Jake there most of the time these few days." Mom explained.

I nodded, remembering how boys could be around video games and smiled as I sat down at one of the chairs in the dining room.

"Shane, please make yourself at home." Mom told him.

He smiled at her.

I made gestures with my eyes, telling him to sit at the seat across me. He did as ordered.

"So, how was your journey, children? I hope the weather didnt disturb you guys too much. Its been so disasterous these few days." Mom told us.

We both replied at the same time saying that the journey was great. Lie. And that the weather didnt give us any problems what so ever. Another lie.

"We've been waiting for to have lunch with you guys, just let me set the table and while I do that why dont you Mitchie, show Shane the house."

"No, I should be leaving." Shane protested. "I have a flight to catch."

"Dont be silly, Shane. Now you're at the Torres household. No one leaves the Torres houshold untill they are so full they cant walk. And anyway I have this new recipe I want the two of you to try, maybe I'll add it to my catering menu if I get a positive verdict."

"I think..."

"Eat lunch." I told him, nearly coldly.

He didnt eat breakfast because of me in the morning, couldnt eat in the diner because of me either and I didnt want him leaving for New York without an ounce of food in his stomach. No that wasnt going to happen.

I had to stop myself from giving any more fake smiles because if I did anymore I thought my cheeks would fall off.

I was happy to be home though. I just didnt know how to express it.

"Come on Shane." I spoke as I got up.

He silently followed me to the top of the stairs untill he was sure we were far enough for my mother to not hear a word of what we were saying.

"Can you at least pretend to be happy that you're here?" He suddenly asked me.

"What?"

"Look Mitchie, I know you hate me and you're not happy by my presence and I promise you I'll leave okay? I'll leave as soon as I can, but can you please act like you're not upset by me. Atleast till I'm gone. Your mother is so happy that you're here. Cant you see that?" He spoke. I looked at him, mentally nodding. "Just try and keep her happy till I'm here and I'm sure that after I'm gone you wont even have to try. My absense would make you happy anyway."

"I get you, okay?" I replied quickly, not believeing that I actually agreed with him for the first time in a few days. We didnt talk much as I showed him around the house. I only spoke when I told him which room was who's and he didnt say much either, probably not wanting to start another argument.

"My room." I told him as I grabbed the door knob of my bedroom and slowly opened it, bracing myself for what I would see inside. I dont know why I expected it to be different. I always do for some reason everytime I visit and everytime I'm proven wrong. It was still the same. The walls were painted, purple and my neatly done bed was near the window, still. My old computer that I had got form dad's hardware shop after he had replaced it with a new one was still at one end of the room, waiting to be switched on. Everything was the same.

My eyes lingered around my dresser and the numerous pictures stuck to the sides of the mirror. Family pictures, pictures of me and Caitlyn, picture of Josh and I growing up. Everything brought back old memories. Memories of when I was actually happy.

I would have almost forgotten about Shanes presence if I hadnt turned around to see his eyes fixed on my wall. I followed his gaze and found myself staring at the numerous Connect 3 posters I had up. He looked away only seconds later and scanned the rest of the room. I saw his eyes fall at the back of my door where I had pictures of Shane plastered all over. I felt my body heat up at the embarrassment and my cheeks turn rosy. He looked at me for a second and then around the rest of the room, not saying anything.

"I really liked you when I was younger, okay?" I suddenly explained myself. I wanted to say something before her could. Something less embarrassing then what he could tell me, but I found myself going red agian at my explanation.

"I know." I fnally said.

I was satasfied with his choice of words.

I walked over to the window which was blured by the cold and wiped its sweat, looking outside. Snow filled the ground like air filled the world. It had kept its momentum and increased in speed, falling much more qucker now. Only white could be seen outside. It was much worse than New York. What little remained of the trees after autum had vanished and not even a single tint of brown could be seen. Everything gave over to white.

"What time is your flight?" I asked. I didnt want the wild thoughts running around my mind to come true.

I heard no answer and would have thought he left the room if I didnt turn to find him standing near my dresser, with a photo in his hand. I went upto him from behind, the surroundings nearly suffocating me. I would have died in happiness if I was in highschool now. The Shane Gray that I was obsessed with was standing in my room. I had had so many fantasies about this that now it seemed to surreal and knowing that it was reality didnt have much of an effect on me. It's true everything changes with time.

When I looked over his shoulder I caught him with a picture of Josh and me in his hand. Josh was Caitlyns cousin and my neighbour. We practically grew up together. Every girl needed a best friend like him.

A closer look at the picture took me back a few years. It was the last day of my life before I started university three years ago. Josh and I had gone to the bowling ally, spending the last of what time we had together. He also went to university in New York, but he was at Yale, studying Medicine and they didnt take me. He was always a step ahead of me. I used to envy him at times because no matter how much I tried I could never beat him at any of my tests and the most frustrating part was that he studied as much as I did. We always studied together, but yet he was always better than me. Oh how I missed him. I grinned wildly at my memories, now going out of flashback.

It took my brain a second to process the fact that I was standing so close to Shane. I suddenly felt bad at how I had reacted and wanted to apologize, but my stupid pride was to big for me to give in.

He was with her for so long, there must have been something good about her.

"When is your flight, Shane?" I asked again, this time nearly whispering.

He was too caught up in the picture to hear me this time again, what was so interesting about it?

"Shane?" I placed my hand lightly on his muscualr arm causing him to jump at the sudden touch.

His reaction was immediate. He moved slightliy so that he was now facing me, his eyes darting from my face to my hand on his arm. I removed it instantly.

"When are you leaving?" It came out ruder than I intened it to be. I didnt intend it to come out rudely at all, actually and found myself cover my mouth with one hand.

"I'll leave now, if I'm such a disturbance." He told me, putting the picture back at its place and then walking towards the door.

"No." I stopped him. "I didnt mean it that way, Shane. Outside..." I said pointing towards the window.

He walked over to the window to take a look.

"This doesnt look good." I heard him mutter to himself as he took a look at the snow filled roads.

We both exchanged looks as we heard the doorbell ring.

"That must be Jake. Let me introduce you guys, follow me." I told him almost in one breath as I ran down the stairs.

Mom had already opened the door by the time we were at the bottom and I saw my baby brother walk in, smiling widely at me the second he spotted us at the stairs.

"Hey, spiderman." I smiled as I took a few more steps so that I was at the bottom of the stairs, holding my arms out to hug my only sibling.

He came crashing into me causing my laughter to chime through the house. "It's not the same not seeing you every two weeks." He complained.

"I know, I know." I admitted. "And why on earth is your hair so long?" I asked holding a strand or his brown hair.

He shrugged and I laughed.

"This is Shane." I introduced.

"Hey." Shane said, holding his hand out to Jake.

"Are you guys like dating 'cause like you look exactly like that singing guy she has pictures of all over her room and inside her closet." Jake asked as he shook Shane's hand.

"You went through my closet?"

Thats what boredom can lead to, sis." He said, patting my back

Shane chuckled at Jake's remark but before he could say anything Jake had to embarrass me further. "Plus, she doesnt bring guys home if they arent her boyfriend."

"Shut up!" I screamed..

"Jacob." Mom scolded.

I looked at Shane who had a sort of amused face. I was surprised at how my mother and brother didnt recognise him. He did look different from all of the pictures I had in my room. He had long straight hair then, much like Jakes new hair-do and wasnt as well built as he was now other than that I didnt see much difference.

"Come on now, lets gather around the table. I dont want the food getting cold before it reaches your stomach. Shane, come here, dear." Mom said taking out a seat next to mine.

He nooded and added a thank you with a smile.

Everything was happening so fast that I didnt notice the delicious aroma of moms cooking wafting through the room or the table filled with food that I had been craving to eat for months.

I quickly took my seat, not bothering that it was next to Shane's. I really felt kind of frustrated at myself. One moment I hate him the other I can actually stand him. I tell him that he's confused but clearly I'm the confused one.

"Bring on the food." I announced as my mom brought a few oher dishes to the table.

"Mitchie, everyone isnt here yet, just wait a minute." Mom told me.

"Who are we waing for?" I asked, annoyed that there was another additon with whom I had to share the food with.

"You missed a bit." Jake added.

I gave him a glare as I heard the door bell ring again.

"I'll get it!" I exclaimed knowing that I'd get the person in its seat earlier than anyone else and then I could finally start eating.

"You sit, Mitchie I'll get it."

I sat there waiting for my mom to come back into sight. I heard the sound of the door opening, a few muffled voices and then the door shutting.

"Who is it?" I asked Jake.

He shrugged, but I knew he was lying.

"I heard the doctor's in town." Josh smiled upon us she he came to the table.

"Josh! What on earth are you doing here?" I exclaimed looking shocked that my best friend was here.

"Yes, I love you too." He continued smiling, now showing his white teeth as he went over to the side of the table I was on and placed a kiss on my cheeks.

I hugged him. "I thought you had too much work load and were'nt comming this year?...Yeah umm...this is Shane by the way." I told him pointing towards the guy who was my boyfriend just a few days ago.

Any look of amusement that had been on Shane's face slowly dissapeared as he looked at Josh who placed his hand out. Shane shook it.

"You're Shane Gray?" He asked, still smiling.

"What?!" Jake screeched nearly spitting out the water he had been drinking.

"Yeah, that's me." Shane replied, nearly bitterly, squeazing Josh' hand tighter.

Finally someone over here had their senses working and he wasnt embarrassing me, but I wasnt too physhed at how Shane was examining Josh.

"Wow, strong grip you have there, man." Josh noted as Shane finally let go.

"Mitchie, this is Shane Gray?" Now it was moms turn to embarrass me.

"Let's just eat." I suggested and they actually listened to me.

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"Lunch was great, Mrrs. Torres. I dont think I have had such delicious beef casserole before." Shane praised.

"Thank you so much Shane. I never imagined that I would have the pleasure of cooking for you."

Throughout lunch Mom asked Shane so many questions a stranger would have though she worked for the police. Josh and Shane interacted a little, but Shane seemed to keep to himself. Him and Jake seemed to hit it off quite well though and I couldnt help but wonder if Shane was actually jealous of me and Josh.

Mom turned the TV on after lunch onto her favourite channel- news. The reporter went through the headlines and then got to the weather letting us know that a very powerful snowstorm had hit New York and the surrounding areas. All flights to and from the city were cancelled. Videos of travellers hoping to spend their Christmas with loved ones were shown stranded in the airport with no where to go as it was unsafe to even drive now and several accidents had already been reported to the police.

I looked at Shane who was now busy looking for numbers on his touch screen. "Dont you have a flight in a few hours?" I asked with concern.

He didnt say anything, but instead called the airport to confirm the news. He was fed up with me. I could tell by his behaviour. The airport confirmed the news and I saw Shanes expression drop completely.

"Ohkay, thank you." He said, hanging up.

"What did they say?" I asked.

"All flights have been cancelled for two days." He informed, now thinking of all of the options he had in his head.

"So, does this mean that now you can't go?" A hopeful Jake asked.

"That's exactly what it means." Mom added.

"No, I have to go. It's Christmas." Shane stated, now looking for other numbers on his phone.

"It's not safe, Shane." I added. "You saw yourself all flights have been cancelled."

"Yeah, Mitchie is right, Shane." Josh said.

"I dont think so." Shane mumbled with gritted teeth. He seemed more angry at Josh than at the situation."I can drive."

"Are you high or something? How can you drive all the way to New York in this blizzard!? You're not going to the mall, You're going to New York, for god damn sake. It's not safe, not in this weather!" I snapped at him.

Everyone except Shane looked surprised at my sudden outburst. He was probably used to it by now, if everyone else knew.

"Mitchie, calm down. Shane's not going anywhere." Mom consoled.

"I can drive, Mitch. Its will happen."

I swear, I felt like my karate lessons would have come into use now because I felt like punching some sense into the popstar.

"Dont." I warned with my teeth gritted,

"Son, its not safe. I'm sure even your parents would advise you to stay put. And a Christmas with us wont be so bad." Mom offered.

Shane couldnt turn that down. He had to agree and he did. He was still pissed at me though, that I was sure of.

Shane gave in finally as time went on and the weather situation got more severe. He wanted to get away from here exactly like I had wanted to get away from New York.

I wanted to say Im sorry and just get everything fixed but Josh, Jake and my mothers presence every second I was alone with him killed every oppertunity.

Mom gave my room to Shane and I had to sleep in Jakes room, on the floor. What a welcoming for me, huh? But I was up for it if it meant that Shane didnt go to New York. It was too dangerous.

I couldnt sleep with so many thoughts in my head and specially with the guilt I had that was building up every second. Time seemed to fly by soon though. When I finally got bored of staring at the white ceiling I crwaled out of the comforters and quietly tip toed downstairs, trying not to wake anyone up.

I ended up sitting at the small counter in the kitchen aimlessly sucking on ice cream from a tub and thinking that the last time I had ice cream was with Shane.

I heard a noise come from the stairs causing the fine hairs on my body to raise. Who could be up at 3 am?

I looked around the kitchen trying to locate a knife, just incase it was a theif or someone else who wasnt supposed to be here but all that I could find was the bread knife. How convinient.

"Shane?" I gasped, letting the knife fall to the counter.

I noticed he did the same with the hockey stick in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Ice cream." I replied simply. "You?"

"I heard some noise comming from the kitchen so..."

"So you decided to go all ninja with that hockey stick?" I laughed.

"You could say so." He laughed back, now taking a seat next to me. "We need to talk."

I remained silent for a while then spoke.

"I was hoping on doing that too."

I looked into his eyes. It was too dark but they were sparkling once again and I couldnt help but feel my heart fluttering.

"Look, Mitchie, I know that we havent really had a proper chance to talk but I cant live like this. Everything is just such a mess." He said.

I sighed. "I'm sorry I overreacted today. I was such a bitch myself."

"You're not a bitch, Mitchie." He assured.

I scoffed, sucking at more ice cream.

"I'm sorry too, Mitchie, for everything. I honestly am." He said with such an sincier tone that I believed him even before the words left his mouth. "I'm sick and tired of us fighting all the time. This isnt how we were. We need to sort this out."

"I agree, Shane. I was being so unreasonable. I wasnt myself. I didnt like the idea of you and Cindy together for so long. I was jealous that she had you, Shane. I was jealous." I admitted. "You have to love someone to hate that person, but every time I tried hating you I couldnt because I love you so much. It scares me."

He gently placed his hand on top of the one I had on the counter and drew soothing fircles with his fingers. I felt at ease. It was the feeling I was longing to feel for so long.

"I understand, Mitchie. I understood today after seeing you and Josh togther, so close. It made me jealous. I never felt that way before with any of the male friends my previous girlfriends had because I never really loved them, but when he kissed your cheek I felt like kicking the shit out of him."

I laughed at Shane's explanation.

"He's my best friend."

"I know." He smiled.

"I missed that smile." I said sheepishly.

"I dont want to lose you ever, Mitchie."

I nodded in the darkness, not really knowing if he could see it.

We were closer than I had thought we were and I felt my breathing tremble while his was surprisingly steady. His soft pink lips brushed against mine so gently I could bearly feel it. "Shane?" I whispered against his lips. "Shh" He let out now moving away, but placing his hand on my right cheek so that his were roughly tangled in my hair and his thumb moved horizontally, carefully brushing my cheek. "I dont think I could ever be away from you again. I love you, Mitchie."

"I love you too, Shane."

His forehead pressed against mine as he nervously kissed me. All of the past and the fears of the future washed away with that kiss. I felt whole again. I felt like my old self- happy. "I want you forever, Shane."

"Forever." He repeated.

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P.S sorry I had to delete this chapter and upload it again. I edited it so many times that everything was all over the place and I didnt even read it properly before uploading and I have this think pf reading my stories on my phone after uploading it with the comp dont ask me why but I do so I was reading it again and saw I made HEAPS of mistakes I swear I cant tell you guys how many mistakes I made everything was soo messed up and I couldnt sleep after reading that so I woke up from sleeping and here I am now uploading it again hopefully the mistakes are minimum now. Im really sorry about that and sorry to Emily- one of the regular reviewers who had to read my shitty work and praise it LOL [BTW we share the same name :P]

Sorry maybe I can sleep peacefull although I'm not really satisfied with this chapter too. Irs odd.