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"Uncle Brown!" Shane called, the only sound was the slow drips of water running off his soaked clothes and hair.
"Yes?" Brown walked in fixing his button-up shirt.
"Why did you make it sound like Mitchie was dead?" Shane paced the room, his wet shoes squeaking against the wood.
"Oh, would you look at that. It's time for my favori-"
"I talked to her. We hung out, I know everything." Coming to a stop he stared at his uncle.
"I thought she died?"
Shane looked at him with great humor. "I think I'm going to change and make a quick run."
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Mitchie stepped out of the bathroom in red plaid pajama pants and a white tank. Combing through her hair she smiled at her mom.
"So, uh when are you going to see Shane again?" Connie asked stacking cookbooks against the wall.
"Who?" Mitchie stopped and set the brush on her bed.
"Shane...the guy you just told me about." She stopped stacking and gave her daughter a concerned look. No she wouldn't let this happen, it couldn't.
"Oh, before Open Mic? The one who started talking to me?"
"Oh crap."
"What?" Mitchie asked playing with her hair. The sound of dripping water from the gutter on the roof was the only sound that filled the uncomfortable silence. "Honey why don't you take my key and go grab a bite to eat in the kitchen." Connie handed her the key and ushered her out of the cabin. "Be careful." without a trace of happiness in her voice her mom almost pleaded her request.
"Mom, I'm only going to the kitchen." Mitchie laughed shutting the door behind her. Placing her hands over her face Connie sighed. Not this again.
Moments later a soft knock rang out through the cabin. Connie Torres cautiously opened the woden door.
"Hey uh, can I have a word with Mitchie?" Shane shuffled his feet awkwardly, he didn't expect her mom to answer.
"Look, Shane. I think we should talk... Have a seat." She opened the door wider allowing him enough room to enter. Sitting on a chair next to Connie's bed he had a face full of concern.
"Shane...Mitchie, I'm guessing you heard," He looked down and nodded. He didn't like where this was going. "The doctor said it'd be best for her not to interact with someone as close to her as you were..."
"I don't understand." He sat up straight, looking her in the eye.
"You loved her...She loved you. I could see it in her eyes. I could tell by the way you acted with her. The doctors are just...concerned, they said it wouldn't be a good idea to bring you back into her life. And with all do respect, I'm going to have to ask you to... Stay away from my daughter." Her last two words came out in a whisper, but he heard them loud and clear.
"But-"
"Shane please, don't make this harder than it is."
"We had a good time Mrs. Torres! You can't take that back! She was starting to get comfortable with me, I could feel it!" Standing up from his chair, it slammed against the wall with such force, she was surprised it didn't make a dent in the wall.
"Shane she-"
"No! I still love her, you can't ask me to stay away from her. We're friends again! We hung out! You can't just-"
"She doesn't remember!" It came out louder than she thought it would. Her words froze him, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "... What?"
"Her condition. After awhile, she may forget some things that happened recently. It doesn't happen a lot. In fact, I can't remember the last time it did happen... But it did. There's nothing anyone can do about it."
The look on his face, absolute depression and mortification. Struggling to find the words to say, with one tear rolling down his cheek, he left. Slamming the door behind him. He had no idea where to go, he just needed to find something to preoccupy his thoughts. Looking down his stomach rattled, he hadn't eaten since he left the house earlier that day. Heading off to the kitchen he tried opening the door. Surprisingly, it had been unlocked already.
Walking in he noticed a figure by the window, she was sitting on the counter finishing her last bite of a brownie. He didn't know what to say, whether he should turn and run, or hide until she-"
"Hey!" Mitchie smiled placing her plate in the sink.
To late.
"Uh hey. I forgot to introduce myself earlier, I'm Shane." The thought of him having to do this, for the third time pained him.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Shane." Washing her hands, then drying them, she held one out to him. Weakly taking it he smiled.
"Hey, I was thinking about going down to the dock, care to join me?" Shane held out a hand of his own, she looked around nervously. She didn't want her mom to worry, but what was a few minutes? Surely her mom would understand.
"Okay." Walking past him she opened the door. "Lets go."
The walk was uncomfortable. Which was odd, the last time they did this, they talked the whole time. But of course, she didn't remember.
"Don't you just love how it feels outside?" Once reaching the dock Mitchie held out her arms. He nodded and she continued, "I wish I was a bird." She said defiantly.
Shane laughed, "Why?"
The wind would take me everywhere. I'd have no worries, not a care in the world. You have to admit, flying would be quite an extravagant adventure." She turned to face him letting out a soft sigh.
"Turn around again." He smirked. A questioning look fell upon her face, but she didn't say anything and did as she was told.
"Close your eyes." He demanded.
"Shane what are-" she began to laugh but he then said, " Please." he pleaded in the sweetest way possible, she couldn't say no. I mean here was a cute guy trying to talk to her, which she didn't recall anything like that happening back home.
"Now," he began, placing his arms firmly around her waist. She jumped at his touch, something about him made her feel...safe and important.
He lifted her up and held her above him. One hand on her stomach and the other on her legs.
"Shane put me down! Your going to drop me!" She freaked out grabbing hold of his arms.
"Relax Mitchie. I'm not a scrawny freak who can't support a beautiful girl. Just relax."
"Okay." she blushed, her face feeling more hot than ever. She had to admit, he knew how to make a girl feel good about herself. Letting her arms out she could feel the wind against her. It felt like she was flying, a sensation like nothing she'd ever felt before. Moments later she said, "I'm ready."
Slowly easing her down she sat on the dock. "Thank you."
"No problem." He smiled at her and she looked away, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"Have you ever...you know loved some one?"
The question took him by surprise, that was for sure. Usually he'd be the one to ask. But if she really wanted to know he couldn't lie.
"Yes." He sighed, her smile faded fast. Of course a guy like him already had someone special in his life. She couldn't help but feel, anger or maybe even sadness. No one had ever had this impact on her, and she only met him today. Yet she felt like this wasn't the first time they met. "She must have been beautiful." Mitchie swung her feet over the edge, kicking them slowly back and forth.
"She was, she still is." He looked at her, she didn't look back. Her eyes still focused on the water ahead of them. When she said nothing, he continued, "Her voice, oh man, it was absolutely breathtaking. The most beautiful thing I ever heard...We sang together last year for Final Jam."
"Oh so your a singer." Mitchie fixed her gaze on him.
"Mitchie," He wanted to say 'remember I'm in a band, Connect Three?' but he knew he couldn't. "Yes I am."
"So... You have a song?" She took her legs from over the edge and sat with them out in front of her. He nodded with a smile, "And I suppose you wrote it?"
"Mhmm. My favorite is 'I Gotta Find You.'" He looked out over the water, he hated not being to talk to her about last year, not being able to tell her that she was the girl with the beautiful voice.
"How about a sample?" She pleaded batting her eyes.
Smiling he looked at her," Tomorrow. I'll bring my guitar here and you can meet me at,-"
"Night. When the moons out." She finished for him.
"And why." He saw how far away she was sitting from him.
"Because it's more-." He reached forward as far as he could and grabbed her wrist. Pulling her towards him she got a strange feeling in her stomach. He pulled her a little fast, she could tell how strong he was. But as it is, pulling her fast landed her three inches from his face. Her legs on the right side of him.
"Romantic that way." She finished. They stared at each other in complete silence. The thought she had nearly scared her to death, 'Did she love him?' "Uh I-I guess I better get going." Standing up, shakiness in her voice she wanted to run. she thought she might be able to get away with it... The idea of him pulling her closer scared her. He loved somone already, and there was no way that he liked her. Why would he?
"Mitchie," He pulled her by he arm, she swung around to face him, stumbling forward a bit. Yet here they were again, three in she away from each other, her hand still in his. "Uh," He quickly let go of her wrist. "Tomorrow night. Nine. Meet me here." Smiling she nodded and left.
He mentally beat himself in the head. What was he doing? She probably thought he was moving to fast for just being friends. Sighing he began walking back.
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"Honey where have you been?! It's nine-thirty." Connie Torres placed her hands on her hips, Mitchie had just walked in the door and she was already yelling at her.
"Nowhere. It's nothing." She didn't know if her mom would approve of her, 'being close to a guy.' Besides, there was nothing to tell, they were just friends. Sitting on her bed she shrugged.
"You were with Shane weren't you?" The tone she took came across as angry, Mitchie had no idea why though. What had he done to her, she's never even met him. Or so she thought.
"Mitchie look, we need to talk."
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"Hey Uncle Brown." Shane walked in quietly and shut the door behind him.
"My goodness Shane where have you been? It's almost ten."
"I was out by the lake." Shane shrugged slipping off his shoes.
The look on Brown's face softened, "Oh with who?" he smiled, though Shane knew that he had figured out.
"Mitchie." Shane walked to the pantry and pulled out a bag of chips. Setting them on the table he took a seat across from Brown.
"Oohh Mitchie, huh?"
"Shut up," Shane sneered. "We're only friends... That's it."
Brown could tell by the look on his face, he had played with a serious matter. "Shane look I'm sorry."
"Don't... It's not your fault." With that he stood up and walked to his room.
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"I'm not sure if I want you seeing him anymore." Connie didn't want to tell her daughter this. But the doctors checked up on her every two weeks, they would eventually find out that he had come back into her life.
"What?! Mom we're just friends! It's no big deal!" Mitchie arose from her bed, her expression was complete shock.
"The doctors said-"
"Who cares what they say. I'm not going to stop hanging out with him! I..." She stopped herself dead in her tracks, a few tears escaping from her brown eyes.
"You love him. And that is not acceptable." Connie began removing her make-up.
"Mom! You can't tell me who to love!" Tears were flying uncontrollably now, she couldn't help it.
"You just met him today!" Connie knew that was a lie, but for Mitchie's case, it was true.
"I know but... It feels like I've known him longer. He makes me feel like I'm actually important. I have one friend back home and I barely see her. Why can't you just learn to deal with the fact that he makes me feel special. For once a guy made me feel like I belonged here. Instead of just giving me the same stupid look over and over again, like I'm just a piece of crap!"
"You do not love him, you're only fifteen, you know nothing about love!" Connie turned to face her daughter. She loved Mitchie she really did, but she had to listen to the doctors. Mitchie didn't love him, there was no way she had already fell for him. Again.
"How would you know! I love him more than you could ever love dad!"
"No you don't! Honey listen to yourself! Talking about love, when you just met this boy today!"
"Maybe I did but it feels like I've known him for a long time, I already told you this, why won't you listen to me?!"
"Because I am your mom and your going to listen to me!"
"Please, don't give me that! I'm going to do what you want?"
"You are not to see this boy ever again, and that's final!"
"Mom please-"
"End of discussion."
A/N: Okay so her mom, I pretty much made her a bitch in this chapter, My mom probably would have encouraged me to see him haha. But then again she wasn't warned by doctors not to let him back in my life...(: