S T A T I C

(shanemitchienate)

by katielynn

hey guys. so, updates might be a little slow, due to the fact that i'm in the process of rewriting the last chapters of this stories. i had them written, and then about a week ago decided the ending was awful and want to change the whole damn thing. :)

so yeah. updates might be even more slow. 'cause i am epic fail.

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chapter eight:
please release me

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I decide to sit next to Shane at lunch on Wednesday. Caity told me last night that being scared wouldn't help me. It was okay to let myself be Mitchie around him. And I'm not really sure what sitting at his lunch table has anything to do with it, but Caity always knows.

Shane looks a little surprised for a moment, and then pats the seat next to him. "Need something, Mitch? Or did you just want a closer look at my beautiful face?"

I laugh but blush in spite of myself because I think he caught me. "No, I just wanted to rock out to some Taylor Swift."

"You can shut the hell up about my AWESOME Taylor Swift CD, okay, Torres?" Shane sticks his tongue out at me.

He's so funny and cute and blatantly outrageous. I don't understand why I didn't realize how nice he really is to me until now.

I smile and shake my head. "I just thought you might want some company. Wouldn't want you to sit here all by your lonesome."

"Yeah, okay," Shane cocks an eyebrow. "Because we're such great friends."

My mouth opens a little too wide, and Shane winces.

"Sorry, Mitchie. That was rude," Shane says quietly, then smiles. "What guy doesn't love when pretty girls want to sit with him?"

"A stupid one," I smile weakly.

"And I'm a genius, so problem solved." Shane is back to his old self, but I feel like he has more to say to me. He's calling me PRETTY. me. Michelle. Mitchie.

We sit in almost-awkward silence for a while until Shane offers me one of his iPod headphones.

"Not Taylor," Shane smiles, and I take the headphone. The song is something I've never heard before, but it sounds nice and I find myself humming along by the chorus.

Shane looks at me, surprised. "You sing?"

I blush and shamy head. I've always loved music, and I do know how to play piano and guitar, but it's more of a hobby. Singing is fun, and makes me feel sort of free.

"A little," I say softly. "It's a hobby."

Shane smiles and pushes a notebook toward me. "Think you could sing that for me, Torres?"

I look at the doodled on notebook, seeing words scribbled down in sloppy print. There are ink splotches and words crossed out, but the words that I do see are pretty and poignant. A melody comes to my head and I sing it to him softly.

Shane smiles and writes down a series of notes. Music.

"I, um...that's all," I whisper and abruptly stop singing.

Shane looks up at me slowly, and sets down his pen. "Hey, Mitchie?"

"Hey, Shane?" I ask softly, not meeting his eyes.

Shane tilts up my chin so I'm looking at him, and grins a little. "Go to Homecoming with me?"

And then the bell rings.

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WHAT WILL MITCHIE SAY?!

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