A/N: PlzBeMineAt705, SmitchieAndRemma4ever., Cool Rocker13, JaBoyYa, Camp Rockians, Andy the Christmas Tree, DiSnEyGiRl96 –Thanks for the reviews!!

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I log off my computer and look around my room. I open the window on the right side of my room. I can't go down the steps so I decide to use my window. I push the screen away and climb out onto my roof. I look around for some way down. There's an old oak tree nearby. I climb down toward it and stretch out my arm. Too far. I look around for more option. None. I take a deep breath and stand up. Gathering my courage, I jumped to the tree. I crashed into it and grabbed at a branch. It hurt but I ignored the pain. I climbed down the rest of the tree, planting my feet on the ground.

Shane is in his front yard, watching as I cross the street and join him on the sidewalk in front of his house. He throws a depressed smile in my direction and stares at his feet. I walk with him on the sidewalk. We don't say anything. I know he'll talk when he wants to. I know that when I'm depressed, I don't like people pushing me to talk before I'm ready. It just makes me pull further away from them. I let Shane have his space as we walk. He walks close to me. Our hands brush against each other's as we walk. I like the feeling. It's comforting. It makes me feel that every time my hand brush against his, it might be making him feel slightly better.

Shane stops abruptly and looks ahead. The park is lying right in front of us, completely deserted at this late hour. I look at his face. All the events that had happened here are flooding back into his mind, I can read as much from his face. Slowly, I take his hand and gently give it a squeeze. Shane seems to snap back to reality and continues walking towards the park, still holding onto my hand. I can't help but feel bad for him. He's completely miserable right now. I only wish I could do more for him than hold his hand.

"I'm sorry I made you come out here this late."

I was relieved to hear his voice, "It's fine. I wanted to come."

Shane let go off my hand and walked a little further, distancing himself from me. I stayed where I was and let him have all the space he needed.

"I don't know what happened, Mitchie."

I look at his back. He's appears smaller right now, perhaps weaker. I wasn't so badly to just sit down somewhere and hold him. He's completely and utterly miserable.

I sigh, "It's okay, Shane. I'm sure it will all clear up tomorrow."

Shane turns around and looks straight at me. I can see all the hurt in his eyes.

"She's not going to take me back", he states sadly. "I screwed up. I screwed up badly."

I frown, "But you said you didn't do anything. Maybe it's all just a big misunderstanding."

Shane smiles his sad little smile, "I didn't tell you the full story. I left out quite a bit. We're not jus fight. She broke up with me."

I grasp, "She did? Why didn't you tell me?"

Shane shrugs, "I didn't want to at first."

I blink, "I understand. You don't have to tell me if you're not ready, but what exactly happened?"

Shane looks at me and sighs deeply, "I liked another girl and she guessed it."

My jaw almost dropped. I thought they were like basically in love. They seemed crazy about each other only yesterday. I guess a lot of things can happen in twenty-four hours. I approach Shane carefully, making sure that it is all right with him if I get closer. When Shane doesn't back away, I slowly snake my arms around him and hold him close. His chins falls on my shoulder and I can feel his slow, deep breathing. I wish I were a witch for I could cast a spell on him to make everything better. I swear I read to much of Harry Potter sometimes. I rub his back with one of my hands. He feels cool through his t-shirt. His muscles relax and I can feel him start to ease into me. I let go and take his head. He looks at me solemnly. We walk over to a bench and I pull Shane down beside me. I pull him closer and wrap my arms around him, bringing his head down the rest on my shoulder. I hold him while he shivers in my arms. I wish I had a blanket or something.

"She hates me. I know it!"

I look at Shane and hold him tighter, "She doesn't. She may think she does right now, but she really doesn't."

Shane smiles weakly at me, "Thanks, Mitchie. You're a great friend."

I run my fingers through his hair as we sit there. Shane doesn't say a word. He closes his eyes and for the first time, he doesn't look on the verge of tears. I watch him as he relaxes in my arms. I want nothing more than to just sit here with him until everything is okay again. I hate seeing Shane like this. It reminds me of the time at Camp Rock when he learned you I really was. I'll never forget the hurt on his face. It rivaled the hurt I had seen there tonight. Although, I think tonight, it might have been worse.

"Can we go home now? I think we're both starting to get cold", he said, pulling away from me. I let me arms drop away from him and we both got up. Shane held out a hand to me and we started to walk home. Shane still looked miserable, but a little less small. He had a little bit of color back into his face as well. When I had first seen him, he looked quite pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

We walk up to his house and stop at the driveway.

"How are you getting back in? That looked like a one way sort of deal when you were coming down."

I look back at the old oak tree, "I'll figure it out. Are you going to be okay now?"

Shane nods, "Yeah. Thanks for coming out here with me. No one has ever done that for me before."

I half smile, "It's the least I could do. Just tell me if you ever need to do this again. I'll completely understand. Don't care what the hour is; I'll come out here at any time if you need me."

Shane smiles feebly, "I'm so glad we're friends, Mitchie Torres. Now go to sleep. I can take care of myself now. Thank you so much. Good night!"

"Good night!" I hug him quickly and kiss him on the cheek. He smiles and turns away. I look up at my house. It's so peaceful right now. I remember when I used to climb out of my window on these summer night with a blanket, lay back, and just look at the stars. It was so calming. I climb the tree and go as far out on the branch by my roof as I can. I swing my legs a little to get some momentum. I let go and fall onto my roof. I really hope that doesn't wake my mother up. I don't want to worry her at this time of the night. I crawl back through my window and replace the screen. My phone is lit up. I pick it up and see that I've received a message.

To: Mitchie

From: Her worried boyfriend

"Have you seen Shane? He's not in his room."

I reply back quickly.

To: My boyfriend

From: His girlfriend

"I love that word! Boyfriend! Don't worry. I was with Shane. We went to the park. Amy broke up with him."

I send the message and lay down on my bed. For the first time, I realize I have my pajamas on. I laugh. That would probably have been quite a sight had anyone passed us in the park.

To: Beautiful

From: Nate

"Okay. I'll let him have his space then. Thanks for helping him out. He probably needed it. Anyway, it saves me some time trying to get through to him. Thank you!! Good night, beautiful."

I smile. He's so sweet and understanding.

To: Nate

From: Mitchie

"Good night, handsome. See you in the morning!"

I put my phone away and curl up under the covers. I've fallen so far I no longer know which way is up. I close my eyes and smile, letting sleep take me at last.

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A/N: Okay. Slightly sad to write. But a sweet sort of sad.

Anyone want to take a guess at what is going on?

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