SPOV.

"Oh my gosh! Shane, you're an idiot!" Mitchie yelled as she picked up the multiple piece of the shattered vase.

"Relax, its just some vase,"

"Just some vase?" Mitchie gasped, "This is a limited edition. One of a kind, almost million dollar vase,".

I rolled my eyes, "Come on, its probably just a knock-off,".

"It's a family heirloom. It's priceless. Way to go Shane, I am now the disgrace to the whole family. This is all your fault!"

"Hey! It was that little menaces fault. He took my phone and ran AND he knocked over the table,"

We both looked over to Travis who was currently on the couch, acting innocent.

"Shane, that's low. Ok, sure. Let's blame the little child for your stupid antic," Mitchie snapped.

"But he did break it! I swear! He-he's go this all planned out. Yeah, that's it. He's trying to make me look bad,"

"Shane. You don't have to worry about Travis making you look bad, you do that all on your own," Mitchie said, disappearing into the kitchen.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I called.

Mitchie came back with a broom and dust pan in hand.

"Here, if you're deciding to be a badass and break things, at least have the decency to clean up the evidence," she said, handing me the broom.

"Wait, you're making me clean this?" I said, horrified.

"No. I'm making Travis clean it,"

"Good, cause for a minute there I thought you meant I had to clean it. Isn't that broom a little to big for the runt to carry, let alone use? Shouldn't he have a kiddie broom or something,"

Mitchie responded by hitting me in the gut with the dust pan.

"Clean. It," she hissed.

"Will...do," I sputtered.

With that she left to the kitchen and I began to broom up the shattered vase. You know, just doing what Bitchie told me too so she doesn't go all dragon lady on me again. I almost had all of it in a heap when I heard...

"Shay, Shay have to clean up brokey vase," Travis laughed.

I felt like throwing the dustpan at the little bugger. Actually, if I wasn't sure that Mitchie could read minds, I would be thinking of things I could do to the kid.

"Shut up," I mumbled.

"Mimi!"

"Yes Travis?"

"Shay say bad word to me!"

"Shane! I'm going to murder you, then tell the whole school your name is, I mean was Shanial," Mitchie said, coming back into the living room.

"Woman, relax. The kid is lying,"

"Tell me Shane, how pathetic is it that I believe a toddler over you?"

"Well Mitchie, its pathetic that you believe liars," I said, sweeping up the vase.

"So, I'm supposed to believe you. Seeing as your the biggest liar in the tri-state area," Mitchie said.

I left to the kitchen to dispense of the crime. I simply rolled my eyes, and came back into the living room to find, a man's greatest wish. Mitchie was bent over picking up the multiple toys Travis has strewn over the living room. I watched her as she went from place to place picking up stuffed animals and those annoying plastic toys that talk. It was like slow motion. Hips side to side, slowly bending down then coming back up. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I did the only thing a man could do in this situation.

I waltzed over and yes, I did grab her fine ass.

"Shane!" Mitchie yelled, jumping then backing away.

"That's it babe, scream my name," I whispered, enveloping her in a hug from behind.

"Let go of me you perv, before I call the cops for sexual assault!" Mitchie hissed.

Mitchie began to thrash, but no way am I letting go her yet.

"I'll let you go under one condition,"

"Ew! No way!" she screamed, hitting me.

"I wasn't talking about that. Don't flatter yourself,"

Mitchie lay limp as I held her around her waist.

"Ugh. What do you want?" she mumbled.

"Say, Shane Gray is the sexiest, most attractive man on the planet,"

"What?! Hell no, let me go asshole," Mitchie said hitting my arms.

"Say it," I laughed, squeezing her harder.

"In. Your. Dreams," she hissed. "Now let me go or I am calling the police!"

"Aww, my young, sexy friend," I almost continued but she screeched, louder than the fire alarm at school

"I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND! NOW FUCKING LET GO!"

And then...she went for the kill.

Yep...she kicked me.

In the groin.

Hard.

I let out a half gasp, half whine that sounded like I had gotten my airway clogged, and let go of her, doubling over and and swearing under my breath. Mitchie was out of the room and closing herself and Travis in the brat's room. I heard his confused voice asking Mitchie what was wrong when I walked down the hallway and tried to open the door.

It was locked.

No duh. I had just about raped her.

Now that her little beautiful self was out of my sight, I got a grip on reality. To my horror, I realized I had just been ready to...to have sex with her. I might be attracted to girls on a weird level...young, pretty, curvy girls...wait, what was I saying?...oh yeah. I might be attracted to girls but I still have my innocence. I have a purity ring, my parents go to church, I go, too...

I just fucked up.

Majorly.

"Mitchie?" I called.

"Go. Away," she snarled. "Just get out of this house. I'll get in trouble but I don't care. I don't want you ever near me ever again in my life. Just get out."

She was crying. I couldn't believe it. I was hit by a ton of guilt blocks. I heard her sniffle.

"Mitchie, please..." I begged. "D...don't cry. I'm sor-"

"No you are good as hell not sorry," she hissed. "Now GET OUT."

"No," I insited. "I really mean it. I...I don't know why I just did what I did but I did and I'm really sorry. I...I...I don't know."

When she didn't answer, I rushed on like a speed train.

"I don't know what happened and I'm so so sorry. What I just did was unintentional, wrong, disgusting and completely...completely inappropriate, especially when we have a young child in the house. I apologize and I really want to try to get through the night without tear or bloodshed."

Who-a. Where did all that come from? could I, Shane Gray, actually have a vocabulary level higher than a third grader? SWEET!

Back to the matter at hand, Shanial...

Oh God, I just called myself Shanial.

I swear to God, when this is over, I am going to party like no one else has in a million years to get that out of my mind.

"Mitchie?" I asked when she was silent, hoping she hadn't just climbed out the window.

"I'm here," she said, her voice as sharp as a sword. "And I am telling you now:If you do that again, then you are going to die. Here. Tonight. I will go to jail forever but I swear to God that I will. And you are going to take care of Travis properly or ELSE."

And then the door was unlocked.

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