Chapter three. I'm so happy with the reviews. Thank you. (:
When I got home, I was practically floating. Shane Gray asked me out and I said yes. I didn't want to seem easy, but I said yes. At first I told him I would think about it. Then I said that I would go out with him.
I climbed the stairs to my room and collasped on my bed. Was Shane thinking about me the same way I was thinking about him? Probably. I mean, the way he was looking at me said absolutely everything. I haven't felt meaningful in my life... Ever. Everytime I got asked out, it was because there was a game of Truth or Dare involved. I always said no until one time this guy I liked asked me and I said yes. He laughed in my face and said it was a dare.
I told myself that what that guy did to me would never happen again. That was one of the reasons I changed. I was sure that this time, Shane was all mine. I mean, who breaks up with their girlfriend and then asks someone out almost thirty minutes after? That's pretty awesome. And plus, TESS TYLERS. I beat Tess Tylers... For the first time in my life, I felt accomplished.
Shane's Point of View.
I actually had the guts to ask the most beautiful girl I have ever seen out and she said yes. It felt amazing to finally break that vicious cycle with Tess. We were always fighting, and I didn't like that.
Tess drove me crazy. She was beautiful, but she was also such a bitch. Mitchie acted like a bitch, yes, but I'm pretty sure she'll be extremely sweet once I make her my girlfriend. I was wrong about Tess, but Mitchie had just gone through an amazing change, and even if her eyes seemed to have to life in them, I know that she's the sweetest girl in the planet.
Everytime I heard her voice, I smiled. It was amazing. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number. Ever since she gave it to me, I memorized it. I had tried to call her around six times but chickened out. My thumb circled the green button that said SEND around three times before I had the guts to press it.
"Hello?" there was her beautiful voice on the other line.
"Hey. It's Shane," I said. I tried to talk softly so Nate wouldn't wake up. He fell asleep because he had a horrible headache. "How are you?"
For once, her voice sounded with emotion. "Fine, how are you?"
"Just thinking about you," I made a circle on my jeans as I talked to her. Was I being creepy?
My answer came right away. Mitchie giggled sweetly and I smiled. She was so cute. "Same here."
Mitchie was thinking about me. Score. I tried to sound cool as I said, "Awesome. Great minds think alike."
"You were thinking about yourself?" she laughed. Then I realized I had just said something stupid.
"I was thinking of myself with you," I said slyly. I heard Nate turn on the bed and he was looking at me. I mouthed "Sorry" to him but he told me his headache was gone.
"Shane Gray, what do you mean by that?" she said into the phone serious but obviously joking. I loved the way she said Shane Gray. She said it like it had a period in between "Shane" and "Gray". Nobody had ever said my name like that except for my mom when I did something wrong.
"You know what I mean," I made a rawr noise and Mitchie started laughing.
Mitchie's Point of View.
I laughed as he rawred. "Yeah, well, better get that image off your head. It's not happening any time soon."
I heard something in the background. I recognized Nate's voice as he tried to talk over his laughter. There was another voice I didn't recognize. I thought it was probably a friend or something. "Hey, what movie are we watching?"
"What do you want to watch?" finally someone cared what I thought.
"Surprise me," I giggled. He laughed back.
I heard a couple of voices, someone yelled "Dinner!" and I heard the guys on the background yell "Food!" Shane laughed again and said, "Hey, M, I have to go eat. As you probably heard the PACK OF LIONS scream. So I'll call you tomorrow, alright?"
"Alright. Bye, Shane," I clicked the phone off and threw it on my bed. I felt like I was floating on a cloud at the moment. I grabbed my guitar and strummed. I started singing someone that I forgot imidiately after I stopped playing. That seemed to happen to me a lot, but I didn't really care. When I didn't sit down and actually grabbed a pencil to write, I never took it really seriously.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep there, with my guitar in my arms. I think it would have been a perfect picture for a photographer to take.
Shane's Point of View.
When I sat down at our oak dinner table, I left into a trance. I was daydreaming about Mitchie. Why have I never felt this way before? Not even with the girls I thought I loved? Mitchie literally knocked me off my feet. Not only was she beautiful, but she was sweet. And I was right about that. The attitude she placed on was probably to prove a point.
I didn't realize it, but I was just swinging my fork back and forth on the food and I was staring into the distance where my mother had a Marilyn picture. She liked the "old Hollywood" theme. I actually liked it, too. It was very white, black and red with some vintage things and stuff. I guess it's because in my house, we're all performers. My father used to play in a band with my uncle until he opened Camp Rock.
I went back to reality to find my father snapping his fingers on my face, "Umm, Shane, I know Marilyn is beautiful, but please, eat."
"Shane's not dreaming about Marilyn, Dad," Nate said. I narrowed my eyes while looking at him and he smiled at me in that cocky way he always used. "He's in love with a girl at school."
"Oooh, Shane," my older brother, Jason teased. "Is she pretty? What's her name."
"I'm not telling you," I said to the chicken.
"Her name is Mitchie," Nate said for me. A smile escaped my lips.
"Awww, that's great sweety," my mother gushed.
"Did you ask her out?" my father asked.
I looked at him then smiled at the table, "Yeah."
"And she said yes?" Jason was almost on the table.
"She did."
My mother came all the way from the other side of the table and started kissing my face. Nate started laughing and calling me a Mama's boy until she said, "Oh, there's some for you, too!"
I love my family. We're just too fun. Except Nate. Sometimes I want to throw something at him. Nah, I love him anyway.
Thoughts? Oh yes, sorry for my attempt to get into a guy's head. I've always been afraid to do a guy point of view because I'm not very sure how they operate. I figured it would be the same as writing third person, just different pronouns. Yep. Sorry for the change of views. I think I was in the mood for Susan Colasanti today. lol. If you don't know who she is, she's an amazing author of stories that have like, two to three point of views.