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Mitchie didn't understand why her mom had acted the way she did. In fact, she didn't understand much of anything at the moment. She constantly reminded herself not to get to close to anyone, after all camp wouldn't last forever.
She lay motionless in her bed, listening to her mom's low breaths.
'You are to tell him you don't want to see him again.' her mom had said her voice full of regret and pain. Almost like those words weren't coming from her, like she wanted more than anything to tell her daughter that everything would be okay and that she should see Shane if he truly made her happy. But something was holding her back.
Mitchie was tired. More than anything she wanted to get a good nights sleep, but she just couldn't. Slowly pushing off the blankets that lay on top of her she rose from her bed.
She knew not to leave; camp did have a curfew. Getting caught out late meant major trouble. But at the moment she didn't care. She wanted to get out and nothing was going to hold her back.
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Shane stared at the ceiling for what seemed like forever now. He couldn't sleep. Of course he tried; countless times to be exact. Worry. That was the cause. What he was worried about, he honestly had no idea. Something just didn't feel right.
Kicking off his covers he slipped on some jeans and a black jacket over his shirt. He wanted to get out, get some air maybe. Take a stroll by the lake perhaps?
Sliding on his shoes he quickly headed out of his room and down the hall, ever so careful to shut the door quietly, making sure not to wake his sleeping uncle. After all it was way past curfew.
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Mitchie slid her hands in her pockets. It was chilly outside; she hadn't really noticed until her thoughts had faded. She was too caught up in everything to notice when she had left the cabin. But there was no turning back now. She was finally at the lake, and she sat on the dock, staring at the slow moving water. The moon cast a figure over the lake and a loud rumble was heard. Great. Exactly what she needed. Sighing, she began kicking her feet. Everything happened so fast today. Way too fast for her liking. She looked up as light sprinkles danced out of the sky onto her cold skin one by one until several came at a time.
"Mitchie."
She whirled around quickly. Who else but her would be out so late? "Shane," she whispered, turning back around. The mere thought of her mom waking and coming to find her, only to see her with Shane, sent chills down her spine.
"What are you doing here?" He walked to where she was sitting and crouched down.
No reply was heard. She continued to stare straight ahead. A few tears let loose as she rubbed her arm.
"You're cold." Sliding off his jacket he placed it around Mitchie's shoulders. Sure he was cold too, but he wanted her to stay warm. Even if it meant he had to freeze to death he would always put her before him. No matter what.
The rain was still light, although clouds overhead threatened to release enormous amounts of water. He looked out towards the lake. Obviously she wanted to enjoy the silence, or she wouldn't have come out here.
"Shane," she whispered. His gaze instantly on her and the sorrowful expression that had cast over her brown eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Mitchie, what are you talking about?" He placed his hand on her shoulder, only to have it shaken off as she looked away.
"I can't... I-"
"Mitchie, what is it? Look at me," he pleaded. Moving his hand toward her chin, he carefully turned her head.
Her lips quivering, obvious tears dripping from her face. She looked away once more. "You need to go," she painfully whispered.
"What?"
"Please Shane." She finally spoke louder.
"Mitchie, what are you talking about?" he reached for her hand but she moved it away.
"Please, just go."
"Mitchie, what's going on?" This was certainly strange, earlier today everything was fine. They had gone back to the dock and before that...Connie. She had told Mitchie something. "Mitchie, what did your mom tell you?" his tone demanded an answer, anger definitely traceable.
"Shane please, just go." She stood up. The threatening clouds finally broke allowing rain to pour down harder and harder.
She hesitantly handed his jacket back to him slowly shaking her head. "I can't take it."
"Mitchie, please." He looked at her, straight into her eyes.
"I-I don't want to see you again."
"Mitchie what-"
"I have to go." her voice choked up and her eyes were full of tears.
"Mitchie wait!" He grabbed her hand, and she let out a sob.
"Please let go."
"Why won't you talk to me? Why don't you want to see me again?" He pulled her closer, trying to avoid her leaving.
"Shane, it's not that simple." She tried to release her hand but his wrist was planted firmly around it.
"Mitchie, I'm standing out here in the rain for you, desperately trying to figure out how I hurt you. Please just give me a chance."
"You didn't do anything." She spoke her lips quivering as she refused to look at him.
"Then what's wrong?"
She looked him in the eyes. She didn't know what to tell him. There wasn't exactly anything to tell him. She was told to never talk to him again, and that's what she had to do. No matter how much it hurt her...
"Shane, please you need to understand why I can't do this. At least not now."
"Mitchie." He pulled her closer, he didn't understand where this was all coming from.
"Shane let go of me!" She didn't mean to say it so coldly. She didn't mean to say it at all. It just... came out.
Shane felt a lump growing in his throat. Why was she acting this way? What did he do to her? He didn't recall her being mad when she left, just sad... but it had seemed like she was already over it.
"Fine." He whispered, his face a pale color.
"No... Shane please I didn't mean it like that." Mitchie began trying to pull him back.
"It's fine. You meant what you said, you never want to see me again. That's just fine with me... Yeah...I hope you have fun the rest of camp." And with that he was off, a few tears stumbling down his cheeks.
"Shane please!" It was too late. He had already left her. More and more tears poured out of her eyes, like she had never cried before. Crouching down she buried her face in her knees. No. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be.
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What had gotten into her? Surely these words hadn't come from her mind. If only she would just remember. Things would have never been like this if that stupid accident didn't happen.
The rain seemed to be getting even worse by the minute. Heading to the closest cabin, Shane hid under the shade of it's porch, stumbling and hitting the wall with a thump.
"Shit." He mumbled as he tried to regain his balance. A slight squeaking was heard and soon the door to the cabin began to slowly, but surely, open.
A girl with curly brown hair appeared on the porch, holding a baseball bat in one hand.
"Ahh!"
"Ahh!"
"Caitlyn!"
"Ahh!"
"Caitlyn!"
"What?!" her eyes were wide open, the bat ready to swing right into his head if it needed to.
"Put the bat down!" Shane was crouched down on the floor, frightened.
"Oh... My bad." Caitlyn laughed at herself then walked back inside momentarily before sticking her head back out the door, "You coming?"
Slowly rising he hesitantly walked in. It was a bit...weird. If Brown had suddenly awaken from the rain, he would surely go looking for Shane. Only to find him in a girls cabin? Not good.
"Were you crying?" Caitlyn shut the door behind them, and walked towards the small fridge and microwave in the back.
"No." He snapped. "It's raining outside." His reply made a pretty good cover, or so he thought.
"Oh yeah I forgot, rain gives you a tear stained face." Caitlyn still had her back towards him. When she did turn around she had two cups of Hot Chocolate in her hands. Offering one to him he gently took it.
"Sit." She demanded, pointing to her bed.
"Don't tell me-"
"Sit." The look in her eyes scared him. They looked something like 'I'm going to say this nicely but if you don't do what I say I'll beat the crap out of you.'
"Okay." He had to admit, she intimidated him. Her and Mitchie seemed to be the only ones at camp who could care less if he was famous. She treated him as she would treat anyone else, and he respected that.
She stared at him, as if trying to find the proper way to lecture him and find out why he was crying.
Taking this time, he looked around the cabin. It was really plain, few things hung on the walls and she had a single cabin. Which meant no one was here to save him from the long ass kicking he was about to get.
"You tried talking to her, didn't you?" She took a small sip of her hot chocolate and rose her glass towards his. Cautiously looking at it he took a small sip of his own. The warmth from it felt amazing after being in the cold rain, like a million fireworks had exploded inside of him.
The room was dark, the only glimpse of light came from the lightening outside. Caitlyn tapped her foot, obviously still waiting for an answer.
"It's like this..."
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Mitchie had found her way back to her cabin, sulking to her bed she layed down and covered her body with the warm sheets. As if on cue, right when she pulled the covers over her, Connie's eyes fluttered open. "Mitchie."
"Hmm?" Mitchie sniffled a bit, turning to face her mom.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. When no reply came she continued, "You have to understand why I'm doing this. It's for reasons you're not yet ready to hear."
Mitchie was speechless. Reasons she wasn't ready to understand? With that she turned on her side and ignored the apologies her mom had tried throwing at her. It was a little late to say sorry.
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"So you left her, out in the rain. Under a tree. And there's lightning?" Caitlyn looked more angry then he had ever seen her.
"Well yeah. But she-"
Caitlyn cupped her palm and smacked him on his forehead.
"She probably left already! There's no point in going back and looking for her!" He tried to reason, but Caitlyn was pretty much set on her own reasoning.
"Well duh she already left, but you have no right to be mad!" Grabbing his empty cup she took both to the sink. She found it odd he hadn't responded. 'Ah so he fears me, now we're getting somewhere.' "I mean, It's just not right, you know what I mean?" Turning around she leaned against the sink.
He had laid down on her bed...motionless..."Oh crap! No no no no no. Not here! Why now?! You couldn't go outside and decide to do this?! Ahhh, what's Brown gonna do?! He's going to expel me! Breathe Shane!" Her hands on her head, she was in full freak out mode.
Looking at him, she noticed his stomach slowly moving up and down... 'Oh, he's just sleeping.' Caitlyn laughed at herself once more, still breathing heavy from her spaz attack. Yawning she was about to lay down on her bed. "Aw man!"
Grabbing a sleeping bag and pillow from under the bed she layed them out. "Goodnight Shane. Oh don't worry about it, it's no problem. I don't mind sleeping on the floor." She mumbled more things before she finally drifted off.
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"Mitchie. Mitchie honey, wake up." Connie shook her daughter before seeing her eyes open slowly.
Mitchie pulled off her covers, still refusing to talk to her mom.
"Mitchie please. Will you just talk to me?" Connie pleaded making her bed.
"What's there to talk about?! You just couldn't stand the fact that he made me feel good for once. Oh see there I think I pretty much covered everything." Mitchie slammed the bathroom door and turned on the shower.
She didn't particularly want to be this angry at her mom, but she didn't know how else to react to everything that happened last night.
Connie sighed, sitting down on her bed she brought her hands to her face. None of this should have ever happened. But it had to. It was the only way to protect her and follow the doctors orders at the same time.
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Shane felt the sunlight beat down over him. It was amazingly hot inside his...wait where was he? His eyes wandered around the room before seeing a short girl with curly brown hair appear in front of him.
"Well good morning Sleeping Beauty." Caitlyn smiled and spoke as if she was talking to a dog or two-year-old.
Shane shot up quickly and looked around. "Why am I in here?" He demanded an answer and stood up, looking around the room.
"Oh honey, you don't remember last night? I had so much fun." She batted her eyes and twirled her hair.
"Your kidding me." His eyes widened in alert, he didn't remember anything like that happening last night.
"You know when you fell asleep in my bed while I was so nicely listening to you about Mitchie!" Smacking him on the arm she gave him a frustrated look. "Now sit down and eat your breakfast."
Shane looked to the small table she pointed at, toast and chocolate milk set on it. "But I'm not hungry." He looked at her rubbing his eyes.
She gave him a questioning look that he didn't dare push further.
"...You know what maybe I am." Walking to the table he looked at her before taking a bite of toast.
"That's what I thought." Caitlyn smiled, walking to the door.
"Whef arte fyu gofing?" Shane attempted to ask with a mouthful of toast.
"I'm going to go eat at the camps first annual Extravagant Breakfast. Their serving all sorts of fancy foods, only today." Caitlyn shut the door leaving Shane alone.
Looking down at his plate, he realized he could be eating what he normally does when he's not at camp right now... yet here he was eating toast.
"Caitlyn wait up!" Running out the door he opened to find a blond haired girl with a smirk upon her lips.
"Shane, can I talk to you about something?"
A/N: This chapter was kinda weird for me. It was all dramatic, and that's how I wanted it to stay... But then I ended up writing Caitlyn into it, and that pretty much messed up the whole "Drama" thing I had going with all my chapters. But I hope you liked it(: Please review.