Ack! So I was going to update this a few days ago but then something odd happened on the website and I couldn't log into FanFiction for a few days... Sorry for the long wait! I really hope you liked this!

(And thanks to everyone who alerted this on its first chapter! You rock!)

Mitchie rubbed her eyes and sat up slowly. She was in her small room, on top of the covers, her clothes wrinkled and uncomfortable since she'd fallen asleep in them. She grimaced as she remembered the previous night's events.

Shane had been an asshole last night… but she'd also been a total bitch to him. Maybe she'd overreacted… a little. It was that time of months again, after all. She stood up slowly and yawned. When she scratched her nose with her left hand and furrowed her brows in confusion. Where was her ring…?

Oh, Shit.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reaching for her phone in her pocket, which thankfully hadn't been crushed while Mitchie was sleeping. She pressed the speed dial for Shane and held the phone up to her ear.

That was weird. It wasn't making any noise. No rings, no beeps. It was silent. She looked at the screen. All that was on it was the little number 2 on the screen.

Maybe it was just her speed dial. She dialed his number.

It wasn't terribly long before a machine-like voice said, "I'm sorry. This number is not available. Please hang up and try again later."

Mitchie tossed her phone across the room. Screw that idea. She'd just have to go to work and apologize there.

Haha.

Maybe she could use this situation in an article for the magazine.

…

"Morning, Caitlyn!"

Caitlyn looked up and smiled at Mitchie. "Hi, Mitchie! So I was-"

"Sorry, Cait, I'll talk later. I have to go find Shane!"

Mitchie was in such a hurry that she didn't hear Caitlyn say, "Who?"

Mitchie dashed around the corner and almost ran right into Jason.

"Jason! Where's Shane!?" Mitchie breathed.

"Hi, Mitchie."

"Where's Shane?!"

Jason crinkled his nose. "Who's Shane?"

Mitchie eyes widened. "Your best friend!"

Jason smiled. "Nope. Nate's my best friend."

"Where's Nate, then?"

"Paris."

"Paris!?"

"Yep."

"Why!?"

"He's trying to raise money to be a musician." Jason said, matter-of-factly.

"But he is a musician!!"

"I know. He just doesn't have a record deal yet."

"Yes he does!!! And you do, too!"

"What? No way! Mitchie, that's a great idea! We should make a band! Hmm… it'd only be a two-man band, though. Haha, maybe if we knew that guy Shane you're looking for we could be a real band!" Jason smiled at the idea.

Mitchie looked at him incredulously. "Shane is your best friend! You three are in a band together and he's my fiancé!"

"You're getting married? Congratulations!" Jason tried giving her a hug, but Mitchie just made an impatient noise and stormed off to her office.

"Peggy!" She exclaimed when she spotted her.

"Oh, hi, Mitchie!" Peggy smiled. "Coffee?" She gestured to the coffee maker she was standing next to.

"No, thanks. Have you seen Shane?"

Peggy raised her eyebrows. "Shane?"

"Stop messing around with me, Peggy! I need to talk to Shane!"

Peggy looked almost scared for a moment, but quickly recovered. Mitchie could be scary when she was upset but Peggy always remembered that Mitchie was in no way dangerous. "Mitchie, I'm sorry. I don't know who you're talking about. Shane who?"

"Shane. Gray." Mitchie said through gritted teeth. "Your friend. My fiancé. We've all been friends for like… eight years?" She tried to breathe deeply and stay calm. Panicking wouldn't help.

"Your fiancé? What? You're engaged? Since when?! I thought you were single!" Peggy smiled in a kind of confused way.

"Peggy! We've been going out off and on since we were in high school! He proposed months ago, come on! Don't do this to me!" Mitchie looked heartbroken.

Peggy's face fell. "I'm sorry, Mitchie. I don't know this guy."

Mitchie stared at her for a moment, trying to fight back tears. She usually didn't fall for this type of joke, but this time it was really getting her. And it didn't seem like such a joke anymore. Jason was too much of an airhead to be such a great actor (he'd once proved it after trying out for a play at Camp Rock). And Peggy was a wonderful actress, musician, and writer, but Mitchie would have been able to tell if this was pretend. She had no idea now.

"Um… Can I take an hour off? I need to… do something."

Peggy was too shaken by Mitchie's behavior to even say she should check with Boss. She just nodded.

…

Mitchie pounded on the door of Shane's apartment. "Shane! Please open up! I need to talk to you! Please!"

The door swung open.

"What do you want?!" A big man stepped out, a beer in his hand. He had a thick neck and a sweaty-looking, angry face.

Mitchie stepped back. "Where's Shane?" She asked in a small voice.

"How am I supposed to know? I don't even know anyone named Shane! Now go away! And don't be banging on anyone else's door! Goodbye!" He yelled and slammed his door shut.

Mitchie stood, frozen, staring at the closed door, a tear trickling down her face.

Shane was gone.

So... I had a day over the weekend when I wasn't doing something every second so I wrote this and then when I came to put this up it wouldn't let me! I got pretty ticked off. But I'm all happy again now. The week's more over than it was yesterday, too, which I'm liking.

I hope this chapter didn't disappoint! Pleaseplease review! And thank you so much for reading! :D