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Chapter Five.

Mitchie was mad at herself.

Not only did she stupidly walk in front of a car today, which unfortunately her parents found out about. So she was also mad that she had to sit through a 2 hour lecture on road safety and have her Dad threaten to hold her hand across roads.

Of course that was only the tip of the iceberg as to why Mitchie was mad.

She laid on her back in bed, staring unblinkingly up at the ceiling. Her brown eyes narrowed in concentration as her mind ran through the days events.

..."Mitchie, we're waiting for you silly!"...

..."... So basically this place is duller than dusty deserted desert?"...

..."simple things please simple people."...

Mitchie lifted her head and slammed it back onto her pillow groaning frustratedly, his taunting voice ringing in her ears. Yes certainly his attitude sucked and of course she was mad at him for that, but there was something else, something that made her blood boil even as she relived it.

"You know why"

That was it.

Those three words made her furious, implicating that it was her fault. That night when she'd waited out in the cold, rubbing her arms with her hands to try and preserve some kind of warmth. That night she'd stumbled through the pitch black forrest, confused and upset. That night when her heart had broken...

It was her fault?

Of course she then relayed the rest of the argument and after her stupidity of walking into a car, it'd been forgotten. Shane had held her like nothing was wrong, like the words she'd said previously were simply erased.

Now she had a problem, it's like, once you've had an argument as final as that; you can't go over it again without sounding petty. How could she just bring it up, 'Oh hey Shane, remember that moment before i nearly died and you saved my life? Remember how you said 'you know why' what did you mean by that?'

No she couldn't do that without sounding like an immature little kid.

There lies the problem, she thought sighing deeply. She rolled onto her side and began to doze when the sudden vibration of her phone startled her awake.

It was from Nate.

Hey Mitchie, just wanted to check you're okay now?

I'm worried. tb x

She smiled softly and quickly text him back. Why couldn't Shane be like Nate... Or why couldn't Shane be like Shane when he was like Nate? Mitchie laughed at her own confusing sentence in her mind. "Why can't he just be the guy on the dock?" she whispered turning off her phone, and soon fell fast asleep.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz...

"Hello?" Mitchie answered groggily into her phones receiver not even bothering to open her eyes.

"Mitchie! We're hanging out today right?! I need to go shopping!"

Mitchie smiled, the words Rachel and Shopping seemed to fit together like a jig-saw, if she wasn't out spending her Dads money she was toying with the stuff she'd brought with it. Not that Mitchie complained, hanging at Rachel's mansion sure beat sitting around watching tv all day.

"I don't know... Can't we do something else?" Mitchie asked sitting up in bed, after the day she'd had yesterday still fresh in her mind she didn't think retail therapy would cover it.

"Well I could always come round yours..." Rachel laughed in a sly voice, Mitchie scoffed, "you're not meeting them Rachel!" she stated knowing exactly what her friend was thinking.

"Fine, you can come round here I guess? I'll come pick you up say noon?" Mitchie agreed yawning then put the phone down and clambered out of bed. Sitting on her vanity stool she bit her lip looking at herself. She didn't get much sleep last night, and it showed. Dark rings surrounded her dulled eyes and her hair was messed up from the amount of tossing and turning she'd done.

"Shame it isn't halloween," she muttered thinking she'd win first prize at being the scariest looking. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and applied foundation to the dark circles hoping to make herself look more alive than she felt.

As midday approached Mitchie decided to wait outside for Rachel to arrive. Sitting on her doorstep she basked in the sunlight, enjoying the rays warming her face as she tilted it towards the sky.

"I think it's a bear," Jason's dreamy voice interrupted the silence, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "Nah, looks more like a tiger to me," she said thoughtfully looking back up at the fluffy cloud they were trying to personify. Jason smiled, sitting down next to her he leaned his back against the door. "Or a guitar," he added seconds later, Mitchie stared at him for a second incredulously to which he shrugged "what?"

"How can the cloud go from an animal to a guitar?!" she laughed also leaning her back against the door. "You look tired," Jason said pointedly still gazing up at the sky, "I didn't get much sleep," Mitchie told him shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand.

"Cos of Shane?" He guessed, well stated would be more accurate, Mitchie gaped at him am I really that transparent? She wondered worrying that maybe Shane saw through her like glass as well.

"Urm... I guess," she replied not wanting to delve to much into it, she had never really talked to Jason all that much, even at camp she kept her distance. But even so he seemed to know her better than anyone. Or at least know what was bothering her so much.

"He was pretty angry last night," Jason informed standing up suddenly, "he said you really hurt him," Mitchie frowned deeply, what HOW?! "I don't know how-" Jason said scarily as if reading her mind. "But I hope you didn't, maybe he just got it wrong," he continued his voice even. If in any other tone, his words would almost sound threatening, as it was Mitchie was slightly scared. "He and Nate were arguing a lot too," he added as an afterthought but then looked back down at her.

"I hope you two work it out," he smiled genuinely and at once any anxious feelings Mitchie had were washed away. "Have a good day Mitchie," he reached down and pulled her up and into a quick hug. "Yeah you too Jase," she replied slightly stunned.

Another weird conversation to add to the list... She thought as he walked away, then seeing Rachel's car pull up the road she walked out onto the sidewalk but before she had a chance to go any further a hand took hold of her arm.

"Mitchie we need to talk,"

It was Shane.

She looked him up and down startled by his sudden appearance. His hair was straightened as usual, but a bright red sweat band was over his forehead, matching his red jogging suit. His ear phones were now carelessly dangling over his shoulders as he removed them to talk to her.

"I don't think so Shane," she said in a low voice, not hiding the bitterness in her tone. Shane stared at her for a few minutes, emotions Mitchie couldn't pinpoint flashing in his brown eyes. He didn't sleep much either, she gathered from the slight rings under his eyes, mirroring her own.

"Please?" he asked quietly, his face deadpan.

"Not now, I'm going to my friends," Mitchie replied gesturing to Rachel who was gawking not so inconspicuously at the two.

"Not now?" he repeated her words, his hand dropping from her arm, "so later then?-" he nodded walking backwards down the path to his house. Without giving her a chance to protest he said "-I'll come by yours say 8?" Then he was gone, running up his house and entering quickly.

"Urgh!" Mitchie sighed getting into Rachels car. Why did Shane have to be so frustrating?! She pondered as Rachel pulled away giving Mitchie a moment before bombarding her with questions. "So that was Shane huh?" She grinned after a while, looking over at Mitchie who was staring out of the window distractedly.

"Uh huh," was all she said not bothering to turn to her friend, "he's cute," okay that did it. Mitchie's head snapped towards Rachel her eyes narrowed, "don't" she warned well, begged would be a better word by the tone in her voice.

"Okay, but later we're gunna talk about this," You're not the first to say that, Mitchie thought gritting her teeth, she did not want to see Shane tonight. Maybe I could stay round Rachel's tonight? They couldn't talk if she wasn't there.

Seemingly Mitchie's luck had run out, for soon after she arrived at Rachels she had to leave. They'd hung out for a couple of hours, but Rachel's Dad burst in, bouncing excitedly that some client of his was willing to invest something in something. Mitchie hadn't really listened though she could see the 'kaching' sign going off in her Dads eyes and in Rachels.

"I better go," she smiled congratulating Rachel's Dad and hugging Rachel goodbye she made her way back home. Thankful for the long walk as it was a time she could clear her head and plan what she wanted to say to Shane.

But of course as she'd found out, her luck was over, for as soon as she got home Shane was inside along with his Dad, who was chatting animatedly to her Mum about some new recipe or something.

"Hey," Shane breathed walking up to her, she acknowledged him briefly before turing upstairs and entering his room. The closed door soon opened to reveal Shane looking slightly cautious as he stepped into her room and surveyed his settings.

"Nice room," he commented softly watching as she sat on her bed, looking down at her hands. Fleetingly she realized this was the first time Shane had seen her room, or been in it, though she wished many times that he would walk in after Camp.

"So the talk," he almost whispered, gingerly sitting down next to her though he hesitated seeing her tense up next to him. They remained in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes before Mitchie looked up at him. The butterfly sensation making her feel queazy as she looked into his eyes, if she stared really hard, and as his lips started to curve she could almost imagine she was back on the dock. Him singing to her, her heart souring...

"I don't know what you want me to say-" she admitted cutting the silence and breaking the eye contact suddenly angry again. "-And before you start, I'm not sure I want to 'talk' Actually I know I don't want to talk." She relented shuffling away from him slightly, "Shane I've been wondering what happened that night for so long AND-" she raised her voice seeing him open his mouth to protest, interrupting him.

"Now that I've seen you again, seen the jerk you've become again... I don't care. I want you to go." Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes, almost wishing she could take it away, make him happy, but she had the chance, and he blew it.

"C-can't we be friends?" Shane whispered his voice so low she could barely hear. She paused for a moment but his expression grew to much for her, the hurt expression in his eyes, the soft pout on his lips, she sighed deeply.

"I don't know Shane," she whispered back, she was confused. She saw none of the anger in his eyes that was so evident yesterday, no bitterness or hatred. Just sadness and... hope.

"Please Mitchie, I'll try really hard, I want to be friends," he practically begged her his hand reaching out for hers but she pulled away gently.

"Go home Shane," she said barely trusting her wavering voice, she wanted to cry, not for herself, but for him. The pain in his face was heartbreaking, but she how could she trust him? How could she believe in him after that night when he'd left her waiting?

"Okay," he nodded defeatedly, he stood up his head hanging low and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave he turned back "Mitchie?" he said his voice strong again, unlike a few minutes ago. She nodded mutely, "we'll be friends again."

She stared at her closed door for what seemed like hours. Standing as still as a statue, her mind reeling. Would they really? Could they? She didn't trust him, and without trust how can there possibly be a friendship of anything more? She barely believed he cared for her at all.

Mitchie:

Yeah I'm fine now thanks :)

Just your idiot of a brother eh?

I wish he was the nice Shane again, but wishes don't often come true do they? :P

lol anyway night Nate x

Nate frowned at his phone, completely confused. Why did she text him? He quickly scrolled to his Outbox and continued to grow even more confused seeing the text from him sent to Mitchie.

I didn't send that did I? He wondered staring at the text, "Dammit was I sleep texting again?!" He moaned mentally kicking himself, "I'm so gunna get myself into trouble one day," he mused turning off his phone for the night. Deciding it would be safer that way.

He was about to turn off his light when Shane knocked gently on the door and entered. "She hates me Nate," he sighed miserably putting his head in his hands as he sat at the end of Nate's bed.

"Shane come on, you know the truth now, maybe she needs to know too," Nate suggested stifling a yawn, he stared at his brother for a few minutes, although he would never admit it out loud; he loved Shane and hated him seeing him so distressed. Although he did cause this mess, he thought biting his lip to stop him slipping out that little fact.

"Well I guess I could tell her tomorrow," Shane said looking to Nate for guidance, Nate shook his head slowly, "can't we got a Connect 3 interview," he explained but seeing the anxious look on Shane's face added. "Dude we live next door to her, you'll be able to explain soon, man you need to sleep," he added as Shane yawned loudly. Shane ran his hands through his hair distractedly and stood up.

"Yeah early start for work," he agreed quietly before saying 'night' and entering his own room. Her wish will come true, He thought determinedly closing his eyes picturing her face. "We'll be friends," he whispered to the darkness then let sleep take him.

Rose is SO going to do the same; 'let sleep take her' that is :P

Woah back to the third person haha

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