Yes, yes "Oh my god! you're back! you bitch!" yeah I'm back. I'm sorry I was gone for a little time but I was too focused on my other stories on Wattpad and my brian got dry for writing my FanFiction ones. So I'm so sorry but I hope you guys still read this because I work hard on it. However if you don't want it to continue just let me know and I'll stop (:

Anyway, hope you like it and also hope you, the ones that read When Fear Turns to Love, can give me some other time for writing more because I'm totally full. Well, that's all I've got to say. Love you xoxx.

CHAPTER X

Mitchie's POV

I have never been a party girl, I go, sure thing. But I never enjoy them, there's a lot of alcohol everywhere and drunken people tripping into you every five fucking minutes.

So that's the main reason why I'm kind of annoyed. I only agreed to this because Cat begged me and because in contrast of any common party, this was some kind of little party in the woods. I love woods. I should plan something in the woods with Mary, maybe? That sounds like a really sweet and sexy idea … hmmm…

I open my water and take another last sip while getting outside the van.

-What's up? Do you give me a sip?-. I roll my eyes feeling how Shane gets closer from behind me.

-No-. I simply answer closing it again and throwing it into the backseat. I hear how he just chuckles but I ignore it and walk to where Cat is laying the balloon on the grass. But as soon as I am about to round the van, he pulls me back and into him. Fuck don't do this…

No matter how much I wanted him to stop his actions because soon after his lips are over mine pressing his tongue roughly trying to get inside. Thank god I manage to push him away before he could do something else and he stares at me shocked.

-What the fuck you think you're doing?-.

-What is this show, Mitchie? You kissed me the other day, isn't it? And you told me…-

-Look, what I told you doesn't matter because you're an asshole. Don't touch me again-. And with that I walk to Cat. I wipe my lips roughly as Cat and me walk around the area collecting branches.

Half an hour later we all have like one meter of branches put together on the grass with everybody around it, trying to get some fire. Cat's boyfriend is the first one in getting it and we all scream in happiness. If you're going to the woods therefore you should go with every traditional thing that comes along.

-So what about scaaary stoooories?-. Roland says in a scary voice and I laugh a little as the rest goes crazy and encourage him to tell a story. Well this isn't as bad as I thought . . .

-Another step and the wood cracked again…-. We all were too into Roland's story that nobody notices when Shane and Mike disappear except for me of course, because when I turn to reach my water there are two free spaces beside us.

-With a soft move her hand reached the doorknob and pulled on it. Her heart was beating fast and the wind over the candles was getting worst. She pushed on it and then…-.

-BAAAAAAAAAM-. We all scream at the loud sound and at the water that was splashing onto us. I cover my eyes but from the gap between my fingers I see how the campfire turns off slowly; water cooling every single flame of it.

-You're an idiot-. And that's Shane, always trying to be the funny. How many things does he have to ruin for him to notice that he just ruins everything? It was going all perfect, I was really excited with the story and the cozy air between all of us, but of course Shane wouldn't understand that. Because of course everything that he did was perfect and funny and everybody should laugh and love him because of every stupid things he does.

-What the fuck Shane?

-You're an asshole-.

-Get the fuck away-. Were some of the sentences my friends said while he and Mike were laughing their heads off with their water guns pointing to the sky. When will he grow up? . . .

-I already told you it was a joke, Mitchie-. I roll my eyes as he pulls over in front of my house.

-I know-.

-Then why are you like this? You've been acting weird all day-. I stay in silence and just shake my head. I don't have to give you explanations

-PFF since she has new fuck buddy-. This bitch and her mouth

-Wait what? Fuck buddy? Do you have a fuck buddy?-. Shane chuckles but I just shake my head no

-Of course you have. You've been going out with the girl Shane was going to fight with at the mall-.

-Shut the fuck up Dallas-. I hiss getting extremely annoyed. However she just sighs and gets outside the car. I roll my eyes and open my door as well

-Thanks for the ride-. Before I can get out he grips my arm and I turn back to him

-Are you lesbian?-. For a moment I stay still not knowing what to answer. But… who the fuck is him to know my personal stuff?

- WELL FUCKING ANSWER HOLY SHIT! SAY SOMETHING!-.

-I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT WITH YOU!-.

-But with that faggot yes?-.

-I AM NOT dating her. I'm not dating her, not you, not anybody-. I finally open the door and get outside. He says something else but I do not hear because I close the door immediately … What a day. What a fucking day

-They accept everyone. Everyone who can afford all the materials, of course-. Mary says as we walk along the full of paintings hall. This place is truly beautiful; I have never been in such a building. There is art everywhere you turn to, it's amazing.

-I know someday you will be here and I will pick you up every afternoon-. She chuckles and tightens her grip in my hand while we walk downstairs.

-Do you have a favorite painting?-.

-Of course -. She pulls on my hand and we get inside another hall. I can barely appreciate some drawings but I get to recognize some such as the La Gioconda, Starry Night, The Birth of Venus and some other paintings that have lighten something inside me years ago and now I start to fully admire.

-Here we are-. Of course this was her favorite painting. I love The Scream, is such a beautiful piece of work. Some people find it creepy and it actually is, but more than creepy is a painting full of meaning. Full of story.

-I love Edvard Munch, he was such a big artist. All his work is amazing. I love Anxiety and Jealousy kind of hits me sometimes but The Scream is definitely my favorite one-. I smile looking up at the painting. I understand her, this painting makes you feel a lot of things at the same time, is powerful

-Why does Jealousy hits you sometimes?-.

-I know the meaning of the painting is nothing related to what I'm going to say but I kind of makes sense for me. I sometimes feel that way, the way Edvard is standing there, still. Because I know that I am not enough for you, Mitchie. I know I do not have the money or the class I wish I could have for you. And I can't give you what you deserve because I just don't have it. And its feels awful, because I know that guys out there, in your world, are willing to give you that and more…and it scares me-. My throat is dry and my eyes are about to water. It feels horrible knowing she feels that way; it really is; because it's not true. I mean yes, maybe she can't give me all the material things Shane or any other guy out there can, but she's not ony enough, she's more than what I could ever ask for. Because she can't give me gifts or such things, but she can give me what I'm sure nobody would, trust, loyalty, honesty, comprehension and what's more important…love.

-Mary, no matter how many guys are willing to spend their money in stuff for me, I chose you. I chose you and I will choose you always. Because I'm not looking out for a wallet, I'm looking out for a big heart and I've never met anybody with a bigger heart than yours. I am with you and that's what matter now-. Her lips curve up as well as mine and soon her arms are wrapped around my waist making me feel safe.

-This is all I need. You and all of this-. We both look around the place and then I l turn to hear a lean up. Our lips brush and suddenly everything around us starts spinning, time stuck in her lips. What else could I ask for if I have her?