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"The Responsible Adult"

"Mitchie, you should've seen it!" Annie and Allie dragged me by the hand to the inside of the house when I finally got home after work; their faces were covered in a sticky substance that appeared to be chocolate fudge ice cream "Shane shouted at Mrs. Stache!"

"He did what?" I instantly stopped on my track, frozen; I had never dared to shout to Mrs. Brett (not that I didn't want to) in the years I had met her.

"He shut her big mouth up!" it was Kara who responded me and I jumped back a little back with surprise; I hadn't seen where she had appeared from. Mrs. Brett had been her kinder garden teacher too and probably, just about any student she had ever had hated her, including me in the list "come on, we're celebrating in ice cream!" Kara took my hand to help the twins dragging me inside the kitchen.

I was still dizzy when I saw Shane waving me hello from the kitchen table "Hey, Mitchie! What about some ice cream?" he asked me, directing his rock star smile towards me and I was lucky I was still half frozen in shock or I bet I could've fallen right there. Shane stood up his chair, still holding his stupid smile, to take a bowl of ice cream for me with a very chivalrous and nice gesture that I just couldn't accept.

This wasn't right: I couldn't melt on Shane Gray's smiles like a stupid fan girl, so before Shane could pass me the bowl I HAD to shout at him "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to get around ANY kind of food?"

I could see as Shane's rock star smile vanished, replaced by a shocked look and I sighed mentally with relief, now I could breath again "What?!" he asked me, putting down the bowl "I was just serving you some ice cream…"

"Well, I remember the last time you tried to "serve" food to us; you practically tore the kitchen apart!"

"It was the twins with their pranks…"

"Just get the hell out the kitchen, will you?" I finally shouted out at him angrily, just like I had a few nights ago. This time Kara and the twins shared Shane's shocked look.

"Ok, ok" he shrugged his shoulders and walked out, defeated and it wasn't long before Annie, Allie and Kara followed him, giving me disdain looks.

I knew I had gotten carried away but I can assure you don't have the slightest idea the kind of powers that Shane Gray carries in his smile unless you see it in person, really, all I can advice you in case you're someday in that position is "run away, fast!"

I know I've said this a hundred times before but, I can't wait for Brown to come take him away…

"Hey, where the fuck is him?!" I shouted out suddenly remembering it was SATURDAY, Brown should've called by now, he should've been here!

"I'm here…" Shane dipped his head, like a scared little puppy in the frame of the kitchen's door

"NOT YOU!" I shouted out at him "your uncle Brown; he was meant to come pick you up today!"

"He called when we all were out" Shane announced me, surprisingly he wasn't shaky anymore "he said he couldn't make it this week…" Shane should've seen the color drained off my face because I can't explain his amused face any other way "Sorry, I guess you'll have to bare me for another week"

"I'll try" I mumbled out bitterly, pushed him aside and walked out to my bedroom.

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"No, Mitch, please forgive my life!" Brown moaned out in desperation when I cornered him his back to a wall, holding a running chainsaw in my arms, ready to cut him off limb by limb.

"You must suffer" I shook my head, holding a psychopathic look on my face, every time walking dangerously closer to him "like I did while taking care of your stupid nephew!"

"MITCHIE!"

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I asked out when his voice pierced my ears and I looked around looking for the guy, but he was nowhere in sight. I feared the worst "His voice! He's finally gotten in my head!"

"MITCHIE!"

"NOOOO!"

"MITCHIE!"

"What?!" I sat on the bed in a halt, realizing (for my great relief) Shane hadn't gotten in my head, instead he was there sitting in the edge of my bed… wait, that wasn't really a relief "What the fuck are you doing here?"

Shane smirked "you just asked that, in your sleep; I came to bring you some ice cream, I realized you didn't have any" he showed me a small bowl he had in his hand with chocolate ice cream covered with whipped cream and a cherry on the top. It was a calorie-fest, just like I loved it.

I hesitated before I took it in my hands "th-thanks" I took the spoon he held out for me and I couldn't help my doubts, so I had to ask "you didn't poison it, right?"

Once again I saw his smile fade away, this time replaced with an annoyed look as he groaned desperately "is nothing I ever do good enough for you? I'm fucking trying here!"

It was the first time in days I saw a glint of the old Shane in him again, cursing and shouting out, except well, the old Shane wouldn't cry: he had thick tears rising up in his eyes and I couldn't help feeling like shit for the second time in the week.

"It's ok, I'll eat the ice cream!" I told him and shoved a big spoon full of chocolate ice cream down my mouth, which wasn't such a god idea because it made my teeth hurt "Ow! Cold!" I shouted out in pain and tried to swallow; soon Shane laughed at me, even when his tears had to roll down his cheeks.

What? Wasn't this due about to cry seconds ago? I pushed my pillow on his face in a way to vendetta for my hurting teeth and he laughed even harder.

"Shut up!"

He stopped laughing and groaned once again "What's wrong with you? Why can't we just get along?"

I looked down on my hands; I could easily come with a very large list of reasons why, in my head, I just couldn't say them out loud:

One. I'm not your cousin, that's a lie.
Two. I am taking advantage of your amnesia
Three. Just a week ago, I decided you were a jerk.
Four. When you remember who you really are, you will think the worst of me too.
Five. I can hardly look you in the eye…

"I mean, we could be very good friends, Mitchie: we both love music, we sing…" he continued "we're almost the same age and I cant think of anything else, but I bet we have a lot in common, I just… don't remember them…"

I looked up on his eyes and shook my head "we have nothing in common, except for the music, and once you recover all your memory you'll know it. You'll hate me, once again"

"What? No! Of course not!"

I rolled my eyes "you will, Shane, I know it…"

He sighed, lying back in my pillow "we really used to fight ALL the time? You really got no good memories of me at all?"

I shrugged my shoulders "Probably… I just can't think of any right now…"

Shane smiled bitterly "So, I came to the right place to try to recover my memories"