Five minutes later...

Shane needs a new hobby.

Nicholas Jerry Jonas if you can read my mind. Please come save me. Just kidding, but no seriously. Yeah. Shane either needs a new hobby or to learn a new song. I can't listen to this anymore.

"Can you stop?" I asked, slamming my laptop closed, "And why don't we ever have a supervisor in here?!"

"No and...no clue," Shane answered.

I stuffed my computer into my messenger bag and zipped it closed, putting my Converse clad feet on the desk.

"Well, this sucks," I murmured.

"Yeah, sorta," Shane said.

"Sort of? What do you mean, sort of? I could be hanging out with my friends enjoying the last Friday before spring break. But nope, I happen to be stuck in here with a guy who is killing a guitar,"

"We have the same friends Miss Small Mind, and sue me. I've only been playing for a couple months,"

Miss Small Mind. Aww, he hasn't called me that since the night in the kitchen with Sammie. Speaking of Sammie, where is the little furball?

"Where's Sammie?" I asked.

"...That was totally out there," Shane replied, just not my question.

"Well, where is he?" I inquired.

Shane sighed, "My dad found him,"

What?!

"Why? I mean, how?"

"He came in, Sammie ran out. So my dad took him to the shelter in town," Shane answered.

"I'm sorry," I told him, sitting next to him on the floor, "At least he's in a better place now than in a dorm,"

Shane glared at me, putting his guitar aside, "But he was there when my friends go stolen by my ex-friend,"

"Really!? Is that how you're going to be referring to me now?" I spat.

"I think I will," he shot back.

"You are so immature!" I yelled.

"Me? Immature?" Shane asked.

"Yes. Yes you,"

"Wanna know what I find funny? That you call me immature when you're the one that acts like a child," Shane mocked.

"I do not!" I fought.

"You do too!"

"Do you want to see immature and childlike? Do ya huh?"

"I'm looking at your face aren't I?"

That was the final straw. I jumped up from my seat. Going over to the corner of the room and opening the window. Next, I stomped over to Shane, grabbed his guitar and stalked over to the window. Yes, I am doing it.

"What do you think you are doing?" Shane asked, I faced him.

"I'm going to throw this head ache inducer out the window," I said, stating the obvious.

"You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't. Mitchie you better not," Shane warned.

Suddenly, Shane swiped the instrument from my hands and shoved me a bit.

"Idiot! You almost shoved me out the window!" I scolded.

"Hmm, that's a good idea," Shane smirked, grabbing my shoulder and pushing my towards the opening.

"What are you doing?!" I yelped.

"The same thing you were doing to my guitar,"

"You wouldn't dare," I challenged.

"Five," Shane said.

"Doubt it,"

"...Four,"

"Oh, so funny,"

"Three..."

"I don't buy it," I said, gripping the wooden window sill.

"Two..."

"Ok, ok, ok! I bite, stop!"

Shane released me and then my ears rung with the sound of his annoying laughter.

"That wasn't funny!" I yelled.

"I thought it was pretty hilarious,"

"God," I groaned

"What?" Shane asked.

"You're such an asshole," I said, going back to my corner of the room and sitting down on the heinous carpet.

"Aww, come on Mitchie. I was just playing, I wasn't honestly going to throw you out a window,"

"You just stay over there on your side of the room and I'll stay over here,"

"Whatever," Shane muttered.

Twenty-five dreadful minutes of silence...

"Mitchie," Shane called from across the room.

"What?" I snapped.

"I'm really sorry,"

"For what? For yelling at me, not trusting me or trying to throw me out a window?"

Shane grabbed his guitar from the desk, coming to sit new to me, "For all of them. Especially that night. It was stupid, I mean...I got to my room and wasn't sure why I was so mad. Then I woke up the next morning only knowing I was supposed to be angry at you,"

I stared straight ahead, still not looking at him. I'm too pissed for that. He tried to throw me out a window!

"...You know what?" I asked, burning holes into the wall.

"What?"

"You are a big...fat...hypocrite," I snarled, finally drinking in his appearance.

Shane blinked twice and sighed, "I deserved that,"

"You told me, ignore Tess, blah, blah, blah and all this other shiz and yet you don't take your own advice. That makes you a hypocrite. And you know what else?"

"Wha-,"

"You're kind of an asshole. You're always so smug and you think-,"

"Are you done?" Shane asked.

"Yeah, probably,"

"Thank you,"

"...I'm sorry I kept dissing you and your guitar," I apologized.

"It's okay. I know I'm not very good," Shane said, making a face at the guitar.

"No, no. You're pretty good, I just said all that stuff cause I was mad and annoyed," I replied, honestly.

"I think we have both said things while we were upset that we both want to take back. So, we let bygones, be bygones?" Shane asked, holding his hand out to me.

I took and shook it with a small smile, "Deal,"

Sigh. All is well in the world of Shane and Mitchie now. We only had to wait like how long?

"Hey, I wanna run something by you," Shane said.

If it's advice on another girl I'm going to take my fist and permanently attach it to his face, yo. No clue where that came from.

"I-its something I've been writing. A song, and I wanted to play it for you. But you know, I'm not very good so may-,"

I interrupted him, "I wanna hear it,"

Shane grinned, picking up his instrument.

"It's not finished. I only started it a while ago and it being my first song. I'm no writer, I'll admit,"

"Shane, you're stalling,"

"Right. So...here goes," Shane proclaimed,

He began playing a calming tune, which I admit is so much better when he isn't trying to keep it quiet.

"Hello beautiful, how's it going," Shane sang.

He looks like a god, he sings like an angel. He is the perfect boy.

"I hear it's wonderful, in California. I've been missing you, it's true,"

My smile only got bigger. He's wonderful. All of the sudden, the music stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked, breaking out of the melodic trance.

"That's all I got...I told you I didn't have that much," Shane said.

"Any who...wow Shane, that was really good," I complimented.

"Thanks Mitch, that really, really means a lot coming from you,"

"Well you're really, really welcome,"

"Hey, I think it's almost seven," Shane proclaimed.

"That gives me an idea. Well Senor Bad Boy, you seemed to be skipping a lot of chem class, so are you up to skipping the rest of detention?" I asked.

"Not like we have anyone to stop us," Shane pointed out, putting his guitar back in its case.

"Rebels of Winona?" I asked, putting out my arm.

Shane took it and laughed, "Forever and always,"

We ran out of the detention room, still running down the hallway until we exited the building. Still laughing obnoxiously loud, attracting the attention of everyone. Making it official to everyone, the Gray and Torres mini-war is over.

"You know what?" I asked.

"You aren't going to yell and me and call my a hypocrite again are you?" Shane inquired.

"Oh ha ha, no,"

"Okay, what?"

"We're like Bonnie and Clyde, you know," I said.

"Bonnie and Clyde?"

"Well yeah, we just haven't done anything bad,"

"We ditched detention, we did do something bad," Shane complained, kicking at the grass.

I scoffed, "You are such a censored person, it's funny,"

"Since when is that a bad thing?" Shane asked.

"Hey Shane!"

Oh for the love of carbs, not now!

We turned around only to be approached my Tess and her evil clones. Clones! I tell you, only they could pull of the same sparkly blouse and bad skirt in cynical yellow, whore blue and bitch pink.

"Shane! How are-...what are you doing with her? She's a total liar, remember?" Tess said.

I sighed, "Gimme a minute Shane," I said, stepping up to Tess and the plague that followers her around.

"Listen Tess, you never say anything to Shane, if I ever see you around Shane. Oh gosh. You're dead. But, if you ever call me a name or throw anything at me again, I will find all your boyfriends and fuck...them..stupid," I said lowly, suddenly perking up, "Great talking to you!"

I grabbed Shane's arming quickly pulling him away before Tess could say anything to retaliate.

"Do you understand why you get in trouble?" Shane played.

"Yes, and that's why I'm Bonnie. Which is weird cause I've always hated the name Bonnie and Clyde is such a weird name but for some reason-,"

"Mitchie," Shane cut in.

"What?"

"This is your room,"

Oh shizzle. I didn't even notice we had made it into Engler.

"Well, everyone's probably still at the student lounge. You want to head down there at around eight?" Shane asked.

"Yeah sure,"

Shane nodded and waved good-bye. I stared at him as he made his way down the hallway.

"Shane!" I called.

He turned around, "Yeah?"

"You might wanna pack," I told him.

"Why?"

"Our plane leaves Monday morning. I got you a ticket, if you want to go I mean,"

"It'll be great, see you later,"

Swoon. He truly is the greatest guy on the planet.

Ergh. I honestly tried. :(. So, guess what? They fell in love with me and now they eat pizza everyday. JONAS! Chyeah, in the Pizza Girl episode the girl's name is Maria. I am truly giddy about that. Suck it haters! They're mine. All of them. Just. Kidding. Nick's mine though so..yeah.

I need you guys to review and tell me your okay and still alive. Did you hear about the...dun dun dun...PIGGY FLU! So tell me your okay and still alive, and stay INDOORS! I couldn't bear to lose each and everyone of you because I love you.

So that's all for now.

Much love. Maria.