I honestly don't know where I'm going with this. So please bare with me. This chapter may seem boring, but please give this a chance. I'm still figuring out a plot.

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Mitchie felt her brain thump against her skull, she groaned as she rolled to the other side of the bed, squeaking as she fell down. Her barely clothed body hit the cold wooden floor that instantly made her sprung to her feet. She shivered as she opened the door looking at her mother's bright shining face.

"What?"

"Get ready sweetheart, we're going into town to visit your father's new office."

"I don't want to go."

"Sweetheart-"

"Tell Lance I'll need him in a few hours."

"Michelle-"

"What mother?"

"Lance isn't with us."

"What?" Mitchie looked at her mother like she had grown another head.

"He stayed in Los Angeles with his family."

Mitchie stared blankly at her mother's sympathetic face.

"Then get them here." Mitchie said snottily.

"He has his own family and his own home, your father and I discussed it, and you will no longer need a driver. You will ask one of us for a ride."

"This is ridiculous." Mitchie closed the door at her mother's retrieving back.

Mitchie grumbled as she got ready, her teal sheer top flattered her light gray floral print skinny jean; she grabbed her tan Chanel flats and slipped them on. She looked at the stack of boxes that still needed to be attended but Mitchie has yet asked her dad if she could turn the room next to hers into her closet.

Her natural wavy hair fell loose around her slim bronzed shoulders. Grabbing her Gucci over the shoulder satchel, she unplugged her phone from her charger and met her mother in the kitchen. It was half the size of their Beverly Hills home.

"Can I move back now?"

"And live with whom?"

"Don't you have like a distant relative who I can stay with?"

"They all live an hour or two away from Hollywood, besides your underage."

Mitchie rolled her eyes and sat down to eat her veggie omelet. After breakfast, Mitchie watched the small vines pass by them, that's all there was, vines.

"I'm going to be sick." Mitchie mumbled under her breath. She was checking her phone and rolled her eyes at her friends fake 'I miss you' text messages. They were all designer thirsty bitches anyways. That's one thing Mitchie won't miss, the fakeness of everyone. She never trusted anyone, besides the people that worked for her family and her parents. Mitchie never experienced a real friendship.

Mitchie began to see other houses, but they didn't look like houses from back home, they looked homey, like the homes in movies. She rolled her eyes at the suburban feel of it all.

Once they reached her dad's new office she didn't want to get out of the car.

"Come on, sweetheart."

"I don't want to go."

"You haven't seen your father in two days, come on."

Mitchie nodded reluctantly, even though she was a spoiled, cold hearted bitch, she knew she would always have a soft spot for her dad.

When she saw him she immediately ran to him and gave him a big bear hug.

"Mitchie," her dad mumbled in her hair.

"Daddy," she said softly, "so this is it?" Mitchie said looking around. There was a spot for a sectary and a couple rooms.

"Just for the mean time. I want to see how it goes then I'll start looking for a bigger space. Do you like it?"

Mitchie was always involved in her parents' choices.

"It's homey."

Mitchie heard her father laugh at her lame compliment but it was the best she could offer without insulting him. She turned around and saw her parents in a warm embrace as they looked around, discussing where they were going to put paintings and such.

Mitchie felt her heart tug as she began to feel some kind of guilt from the way she was treating her parents' because of their choice of moving them. She sighed deeply as she spied a café shop across the street.

"I'm going to the café shop." Mitchie yelled behind her shoulder and didn't wait for a response.

She looked both ways before walking across the street, she saw people look her way before eyeing her outfit. She smirked at the comparison from her clothes and theirs.

The door chimed as she walked in, the instant smell of brewed coffee hit her and she smiled. Mitchie was a sucker for good coffee, she didn't like Starbucks or any chain coffee shop, and she was more into discovering café shops that originated there.

"Hello, welcome to Café Java," a curly haired barista said.

Mitchie threw him a smirk as she looked threw the chalkboard menu, "I'll have an 18oz. of your vanilla mocha, choco café."

"That will be four fifty." The barista, whose nametag read Nate, said in a flirty tone.

Mitchie handed him her card and waited for the slip so she could sign her name.

She looked around as he prepared her drink; it was empty for it being ten in the morning. There was a decent sized book shelf with books, she was instantly attracted to it but refrained herself from actually going to it.

"Here you go. Have a good day."

"Thank you."

Mitchie took her cup and sat on a bar stool that over looked the town; she could see her dad's office and other businesses. She must have gone to her own little world because she didn't hear the scoff come from the tall guy who walked in.

Shane was running late for his shift, he parked his car and noticed a new silver escalade parked in front of the new doctor's office.

'Nice car.' Shane thought. As he walked around the café shop he stopped dead in his tracks, he saw those different shade waves and felt his good mood turn sour. His eyes glared at the girl whom he never met, as she stared off into space.

As he walked in, he could see designer oozing off of her but as much as he didn't want to admit it, she was attractive.

He scoffed as he saw his younger brother stare a hole into the back of her head. He shook his head and threw on his apron.

"Snap out of it, you're drooling."

"Come on dude, look at her. Its kind of hard not to."

Shane looked at her but he knew, behind all that beauty there was an ugly spoiled brat.