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"Hey mom." Mitchie sighed, setting her bags down on her bed. Just by doing that alone she could already tell how uncomfortable the mattress was.

"Hey sweetie. Did you get a chance to talk to anybody?" Connie sat at a small wooden table in the corner, flipping through the dinner sections of cookbooks that were scattered all over the place.

"Well, there was this guy... He was kind of cute. He started talking to me while I unloaded my stuff from the back of the truck." Mitchie smiled remembering this strange guy, who oddly knew her name. "Why?"

"Well honey, it is your first year here." She tried to make the lie flow as smooth as possible. She hated lying to her daughter, but what was she supposed to tell her? That she had already-

"Mom!" Connie jumped out of her seat. She hadn't realized she'd drifted off into her thoughts

"Oh, honey what was this young mans name?" Continuing her cookbook process, she shook all thoughts clear from her head.

"I don't know. But I'm hoping to find out tonight. Well, I mean like, I'm not going to talk to him. I'd be too nervous." A huge grin was plastered on her face, her voice tinged with a bit of nervousness. Connie returned the smile with a warm one of her own.

"Just try to have fun. I'll see you later." Connie stood up and gave Mitchie a hug before giving her permission to head out to Open Mic Night.

Walking past the buildings people smiled at her, remembering her from last year. She gave an awkward grin back and kept walking. The sticks beneath her boots crackled a few times, mixing with the sound of the crunching leaves. The sound was a bit... creepy. But she was happy to be here. She came to a stop in front of the wooden double doors, smoothing out her clothes and fixing her hair before entering. Opening the doors she could see kids talking everywhere, smiling and having a good time.

"Well look who it is." A blonde haired girl walked past her and sneered with the snobbiest look Mitchie had ever seen.

"Uh hey. I'm Mitchie."

"How cute. You think I don't remember you? After you stole my spotlight? Don't think I would ever forget it that easily or even begin to forgive you."

"Tess, just leave her alone." Peggy and Ella led her away from Mitchie and gave her an apologetic look.

"Okay..." Mitchie couldn't see anyone she'd picture talking to here. They were all so wealthy and pretty or cute. They had such nice clothes on and all she had was jeans, a red shirt, and brown boots, definitely awkward for her. Maybe fresh air would do her good?

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"Shane, I'm really sorry. Look, none of us expected, or even imagined, something like this could happen." Caitlyn, for the first time, looked him in the eyes. A huge mistake on her part, the look on his face was a mixture of depression and anger.

"It's not fair. Why her why now?!" Shane slammed his fist against the tree with enough force to knock it down. Finally falling against it, his depression got the better of him. On his knees he faced the tree; he didn't want any part of what was going on.

"Look Shane-" Caitlyn reached out to touch his shoulder but he rejected her hand. The scene that had unfolded in front of her was enough to make anyone cry. He loved Mitchie, and she didn't even know his name.

Speechless, she left him to continue his thoughts. She knew she shouldn't leave him alone in a time like this, but she didn't see any way she could possibly help. What he needed was time alone to let the situation sink in before he could move on, if he could even move on.

Every part of him hurt. His stomach was in a knot, his head had twisted inside, he wanted to pound on something. Let his anger out but, at the same time... for once in his life he just wanted to cry. Leaning against the tree small tears slowly streamed down his cheeks. Shane Gray was crying. Because of a girl he met last summer... a girl who meant the world to him. The same girl who now didn't even know he existed before today.

"Why are you crying?" A soft giggle was let out but her voice still expressed her concern.

His natural reaction would have been to wipe his face and say, "Get the hell out of here", which is really what he felt like doing. But recognizing who's voice had spoken those words, he didn't dare say anything that expressed such coldness and anger. "Mitchie."

She let out a half smile and cautiously walked towards him. "Hmm see I was thinking... It isn't quite fair for you to know my name and I not yours." Offering a hand to Shane, he took it and pulled himself up. Mitchie felt herself blushing at the touch of his hand; she was already nervous enough just talking to him. She surprised herself by even coming over here after seeing him.

"Shane." Wiping his wet face he gave a weak smile and introduced himself. It hurt him, more than anything else. The girl of his dreams standing in front of him... The same one he fell in love with last summer, couldn't even remember a thing of the past, or anything they once shared.

"Well Shane, it's nice to meet you." The smile she gave him lit him up inside like a little kid on Christmas morning, giving him a warm feeling mixed with butterflies to his stomach. Slowly starting out in a walk she placed her hands behind her back.

Following close behind her he then asked, "How about twenty questions?"

She stopped in her tracks and turned, "Five."

"Okay fair enough." He walked up beside her, seeing her... Being here with her brought back so many memories.

"Who's the nicest person you've met here?"

"Probably my mom." She looked at him honestly then couldn't help but laugh.

"But you already knew your mom," he replied innocently, with a smirk of course.

"You know what I meant." She nudged his shoulder and kept walking, which left him with a smile.

"Were you already looking for me when you found me?" he looked up at her, right as she looked up at him. Quickly fixing her gaze back ahead of her with a smile she could feel herself blushing. Hopefully he couldn't see it.

"In a way." She couldn't help but admit, she had been hoping to see him again. She didn't go out looking for him but, with her luck, sure enough she found him. "You're down to your last two questions." Mitchie smirked, facing him. They were at the dock now. The breeze splashed onto her face like cold water, embracing it she closed her eyes, for a split second, then opened them once again.

"Last two? I've only asked that many."

"What about, 'How about twenty questions'?" Mitchie giggled with a smile.

"Then I better pick wisely, huh?"

"I guess so." Grinning, she took a seat, hanging her feet over the edge. As he joined her his expresson became serious. He couldn't help himself, he had to ask.

"If you loved someone... Would you ever forget them?"

His question took her by surprise, "Mmm... No. I don't think I would. It'd be awfully hard." The look on her face melted into him. She looked at him with such honesty, he could've sworn she remembered him.

"But, I haven't loved another yet. No one's loved me yet, so I'm assuming." she chuckled and gazed out over the water. "Well it seems your down to your last-"

"Dance with me?"

"What?" She looked at him like he was crazy, this wasn't exactly the best place to dance, no music, no dance floor. Just the trees, water, and storm clouds looming threateningly above them.

He stood up and took a bow, a huge smile upon his face. Holding out his hand he gave her a questioning look.

Thoughts ran through her head, millions at a time. Why her? Why now? Should she take his hand? Should she just tell him to sit down?

"Okay." Doing it without thought, she stood up and took his hand. He pulled her closer, but not too close. She'd only met him today. Which pained him to even think about.

They stepped back and forth, spinning around the dock, truly a magical moment. This continued for awhile, both of them embracing each others comfort. Coming to an abrupt stop they stared at each other for what seemed like forever, their arms still tangling together. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted her to remember; his whole heart ached that she could not remember the slightest thing about him. Her smile faded and their hands slowly moved down. Letting go she looked terrified. One tear tumbled down her soft pink cheek and with that she was off, running away as the rain started to pour down over him.

"Mitchie!" It was too late. She'd already left him. For the second time in just an hour, he felt truly alone.

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She didn't know why she had left, why she cried, why she went into shock when they touched. Being there with him made her feel... good. Like she had known him her whole life. Still his question haunted her like a mysterious noise in the dark.
'If you loved someone...would you ever forget them'

The hurt in his voice was clearly traceable. As much as she hated to admit it, his heart had been broken. No doubt about it. Obviously by someone he loved. What had she been thinking? Maybe hoping that there was a chance his heart felt the slightest bit for her? He loved someone. You could see it in his eyes, all hope that it was her had evaporated into the evening sky. Even the factor of them being friends was questionable to her. But nonetheless they were friends, and nothing more.

"Honey get inside!" Connie Torres ran out of the cabin and helped a soaking Mitchie inside. "Where were you? I didn't see you at Open Mic Night. The food was excellent, if I do say so myself." She smiled proudly, handing Mitchie a few towels.

"I was with him. The guy I told you about earlier." Mitchie beamed, running her fingers through her tangled hair.

"Oh this mystery boy again, huh?" Connie smiled unmaking Mitchie's bed and sorting her clothes into a few drawers.

"We had fun." Mitchie smiled walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her she turned on the shower.

"Oh and I suppose that's how you got wet. " Connie chuckled with a smile. Mitchie was getting along easier than she had thought. She had already met a new guy. And at least he wasn't here this ye-

"His name's Shane." Mitchie called out through the door.

Dropping everything in her hands leaving a small crash to be heard, her eyes widened.

"Oh dear God."

A/N: Why was it bad that the 'mystery boy' was Shane? I guess you'll find out (:
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