Welcome to chapter three of TFFY!! I'm shocked so many people have read this story. I was just goofing around when I came up with the idea, so I thank all of you who are reading and reviewing. You guys are all amazing!

On another note, I took my SAT this past Saturday and I think I did pretty well on it. Grad tests are all this week, but I have Friday off so maybe I'll be able to write some more. If any of you have any suggestions or anything for this story, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

Thank you all once again and here's what you've been waiting for.

Disclaimer: I am still sitting here at my computer wishing that a miracle will happen, but alas, I own nothing.

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Mitchie and the gang pulled up outside the Grey household in record time. The girls were stoked to check out what kind of toys the boys had, and the boys? Well, they were just excited that they got to show off in front of their ladies.

After (literally) dragging Mitchie away from his car, Shane opened the door for everyone and shouted upstairs to his mother that they were home and had some friends over.

Mrs. Grey came rushing down the stairs to see her boys and ask them about their night when she noticed the three gorgeous women with them.

"Oh, my!" she squealed as she fled down the last few stairs, "Who are these lovely ladies?"

"Mom!" all three brothers whined in unison.

She sent them a glare before turning her attention back to the girls standing in front of her.

Seeing that the other two were afraid of the eccentric woman, Mitchie stepped forward and extended her hand to Shane's mother. "Hello ma'am. I'm Mitchie Torres, Shane's kind of girlfriend, I think."

"Nonsense. If you're here, you're his girlfriend. Welcome to our home, Mitchie." Mrs. Grey replied with a hug.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Grey. I'm happy to be here."

"Please, call me Denise, honey. I'm not that old." she said with a laugh and stepped back.

Denise Grey was a very odd individual. Mitchie sized her up as the others were making their introductions. She was, obviously, very into fashion, but not so much to where she looked overly dressy. She was wearing a black, knee length skirt and a simple red blouse, but curiously enough, she was not wearing shoes or jewelry besides her wedding band. She was simple, but in a very elegant way.

Noticing Mitchie's stare, Denise looked down at her bare feet and smiled cheerfully. She wrapped an arm around Mitchie and started leading her towards their living room. "I hate shoes, so feel free to take your's off. You'll notice I'm not the typical mom the more you come over here, so don't try to impress me. I understand that you're dating my son, but that doesn't mean it has to be awkward between us, alright, darling?"

Mitchie nodded and smiled back at the older woman. She was almost like an older version of Mitchie herself: independent, caring, and unique. "Okay, Denise. Thank you very much for having us though, I mean it."

Denise dismissed the thanks with a wave of her hand. "It's no problem. Now go on back to the others and have fun. I'm going to go back upstairs and leave you all alone. Call me if you need anything!"

And with that, Mrs. Grey went back upstairs and left Mitchie with her sons and their friends.

When Mitchie finally turned back around to her friends, they were all staring at her with either a shocked look (the boys), or an amused look (the girls).

"What?" she asked, trying to laugh off the awkwardness of the situation.

Shane smirked and put his arm around her waist. "Nothing, love. It just seems that my mother has taken a liking to you for some reason. I couldn't imagine why."

"My charming personality of course."

"You? Charming? I don't get it." Caitlyn deadpanned.

They all looked at Mitchie again and erupted into laughter. Mitchie blushed and hid her head in Shane's chest.

"Shut up." she mumbled.

After the laughter died down, the Grey brothers led the girls down a narrow hall and a flight of stairs which opened up into a huge second living room.

Mitchie, Caitlyn, and Ella all stood there in awe. They had a fifty-two inch TV and every video gaming system imaginable.

"I love being with a rich guy...." Mitchie drawled out.

"Well don't I feel special." Shane pouted. "You just want me for my awesome stuff, how nice."

A few moments passed before Mitchie realized that he was serious. She wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug and whispered into his ear, "You know I was only joking, babe. You're much better than all the stuff, trust."

Shane sighed and returned the hug. "I know. Sorry for being moody."

"It's ok." she replied and pulled back to stand beside him again.

"C'mon guys, let's have some fun."

"Sweet!" Jason yelled and ran over towards the couch, the others trailing behind.

As they all sat down, Caitlyn decided to ask the question of the night. "What do we play first?"

"Oh, oh!" Ella exclaimed, "Let's play truth or dare!"

A few protests were heard before they finally decided to just go with it to make Ella happy.

"Wait a second," Mitchie said and stood up. "let me call my mama first."

"Have at it." Shane nodded.

Mitchie smiled in response and walked a few feet away to call her mother. Like most people, the rest of the teens were nosy so of course they were listening to what Mitchie was saying to her mom on the phone.

She picked up on the third ring and Mitchie jumped right into the conversation with her.

((A/N – I am not that great at Spanish, so I asked my teacher and this is what she said. Sorry if it's not right! Tell me if something is wrong with it and how to fix it, okay? Thanks!))

"Hey mami."

"Hõla mija. ¿Qué tal?"

"Bien. Estoy en la casa de hermanos Gris. ¿Cuánto puedo quedarme?"

"Esté de casa en once."

"¡Pero mamá! ¡Es ya nueve y treinta!" she whined.

"No quiero oírlo. Once."

Mitchie scoffed. "¡Dios mio, mamá! ¿Y doce?"

"No uses aquel tono conmigo. Esté en casa por doce. No más tarde." her mother's stern voice could be heard loud and clear.

"¡Gracias, mamá!"

"¿Tienes que tomar Caitlin a su casa?"

With a laugh, she replied, "¡Claro que sí!"

"Bien. Te quiero."

"Te quiero también." Mitchie hung up and looked over to her friends. She wasn't stupid, she knew they were listening. The guilty looks on their faces proved her thought. "So, mis amigos curiosos, did you even understand anything that was said in that conversation?"

Nate slowly raised his hand and nodded his head. She chuckled at his childishness and pointed at him like a kindergarten teacher would her student. "Yes, Nate? Did you understand it?"

"Basically. Our mom speaks Spanish, lord knows why, but I understood the gist of it."

Shane sighed and muttered something to Jason, causing him to laugh.

Mitchie turned her attention to Shane and glared at him. "Shane? Is there something you'd like to share?"

He gulped and looked down. "All I said is that that must be why our mom likes you so much. She must've known, she's weird like that."

She turned her attention back to Nate. "Care to tell them what happened then? I'm too lazy to repeat my conversation."

"Erm, sure." Nate looked uneasy at the thought of explaining anything, let alone another language. "Basically, she said she was here, asked what time she had to be home, argued to get it from eleven to twelve, said that she had to take Caitlyn home, then they said they loved each other and hung up. Simple enough?"

"Totally." Caitlyn responded.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a bit before they decided it was time to get to playing.

"Alright, who goes first?" Shane looked around their circle, wondering who would be his first victim.

"Well, since Ella suggested it, she should get to go first." Mitchie smiled warmly at her friend.

"Okay!" Ella screeched before checking out her friends. "Caitlyn! Truth or dare?"

"Dare, duh."

"Hmmm....okay. I dare you to..." she had to think about it for a moment, "to lick Nate's ear every time we say 'music' until the end of Mitchie's turn."

Caitlyn growled at the dare, knowing full well that everyone was going to use this against her. One look at Mitchie confirmed her suspicions; she was screwed. "What's the punishment if I don't?"

"I smash your laptop." Mitchie grinned.

Cait's eyes grew wide before narrowing at her best friend. "I'll get you back for this."

"But Caity! All that's on your computer is music. Oh wait, music is kind of important though. Music is basically my life. Don't you just love music, Shane?"

"Music is my life, too, Mitch. I just absolutely love music." Shane played along.

Every time, Caitlyn did as she was supposed to and Nate's grew redder and redder.

"My turn!" she yelled before they could continue the conversation. "Mitchie, truth or dare?"

"I'm not stupid. When you're like this, I'll pick truth." Mitchie grinned, thinking she had done the smart thing in avoiding a dare. Oh how wrong she was....

"So, Mitch," Caitlyn smiled sweetly, "who's picture is up all over your room? And don't be shy about it. I'm sure Shane would love to hear this."

Mitchie's face fell. Looking close to tears, she gulped and turned away from Shane before mumbling something incoherently.

"What was that, Mitch? Gotta speak up or you get the punishment!"

Her head shot over towards Caitlyn and a smile lit up her face. "What's the punishment?"

"You have to tell him what's on your bed, sheets and all."

Her smile fell again and looked helplessly towards Shane. "Don't hate me after I say this, okay? You have to promise you won't make fun of me, either. None of you can." she turned her attention to the rest of the group.

Shane shook his head and took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together. "C'mon, Mitch. How bad can it be?"

"Oh, it's terrible." Caitlyn smiled.

Mitchie glared at her. "I hate you right now, you know that?"

"Love you, too. Now tell him."

"Fine," Mitchie heaved a heavy sigh and looked down at her lap. "I have pictures of Joe Jonas all over my walls. And, so Caitlyn can't use this on me next turn, my bed has that Camp Rock movie with Demi Lovato and Joe. Pillows, sheets and all. Oh, and I sleep with an Abu plushie."

Shane tried to contain his laughter, but he just couldn't do it. The offending sounds of humiliation bubbled out of all their mouths while Mitchie sat their with her head in her hands, trying to hide her blush.

"Caitlyn Gellar! You are the worst best friend, ever!" Mitchie grumbled.

"Suck it up. We're even. You're turn."

Shane noticed the look on Mitchie's face and started to feel bad about laughing at her. As if to make it up to her, he wrapped an arm around her waist. She looked up at him with a slight smile, silently thanking him for being there for her.

A loud cough interrupted the moment, causing them to look over at Nate. "If you lovebirds are done, can we please continue?"

Mitchie stuck her tongue out at Nate and decided that he would be the one privileged enough to be chosen by herself. "Alright, Nate. Truth or dare?"

"Dare, duh."

"I dare you to strip down to your underwear and wear Caitlyn's bra on your head for the rest of the game." Shane squeezed Mitchie to show his approval of her dare.

"Alright, I think we're done with this game." Caitlyn started to blush and got up.

"What?! But-" Mitchie began to protest.

"Nope. The lady has spoken. All in favor of ending this stupid game?"

Nate, Caitlyn, Jason and Ella all raised their hands.

Caitlyn gave Mitchie a mocking smile. "Four to two, hon. That means we win."

Mitchie glared at her best friend. "I hate you."

"Guitar Hero time! I'm so going to kick your ass, Shane!" Nate yelled as he pointed at his older brother. "Hopefully Mitchie won't leave your pathetic ass when she sees you completely humiliated by your younger brother."

Shane jumped up and glared at his brother. "Hopefully Caitlyn will have enough sense not to date a dumbass like you who thinks he can beat his superior brother."

Both boys glared at each other before Jason cleared his throat and handed the two guitars to them. "Uhh guys? Keep this clean okay? No fighting after Shane wins again."

Shane smirked and Nate through up his hands. "Does no one have any faith that I can win?"

"I'll bet on you, sexy." Caitlyn whispered in his ear while wrapping her arms around him. "You better win." She winked and let him go so that she could take a seat.

Mitchie, having seen the exchange between the two decided to give Shane a little support as well. Swaying her hips, she walked straight up to him and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Of course, he was used to her kissing him by now, so he responded immediately by nibbling at her lower lip. She smirked in satisfaction and parted her lips for him, instantly sending her tongue out to battle his own. Shane pulled her as close as he could, what with the plastic guitar in the way, and eventually won the battle for dominance.

As the two hungrily kissed each other, the other four teens looked on in amazement, wondering how in the hell they could last so long without oxygen. Almost as if they heard the other's question, Mitchie and Shane pulled away, taking deep gulps of air. Mitchie leaned forward and whispered huskily into his ear, "Good luck, lover." and walked over to take her seat by Caitlyn.

She looked over at her with a smirk before looking back at Shane. "And that is how you support your boyfriend."

"Bitch. You just can't stand to lose, can you?" Caitlyn whispered icily.

Mitchie looked down at Caitlyn and shook her head with a childish smile. "Nope."

Caitlyn stuck her tongue out, much like Mitchie had done earlier, and crossed her arms, turning her attention back to the game that was about to begin.

"Jason plays winner." Ella giggled.

The two younger Grey boys nodded their heads and returned to the screen.

"You pick the song." Shane told his brother.

"Your funeral." Nate replied, choosing 'Re-education Through Labor' by Rise Against.

The two both went to expert mode and the game started up. They were pretty much even for awhile until Nate stumbled on the second verse and Shane took the lead.

"Eat that, Fro Bro!" Shane yelled, continually hitting every note.

Nate growled because he knew there was no way to recover from the stumble. The outcome was a grim one for him, having lost to Shane 99 percent to 95 percent.

"So I guess I'm better. Jason, you're up!" Shane directed the comment towards the couch.

Jason patted Nate on the back as they exchanged the guitar. Mitchie took the time to walk over to Shane to congratulate him with a peck on the lips.

"Good job, babe. That was awesome." she said with a bright smile.

"Thanks, but Jason's about to kick my ass."

Mitchie looked at Jason, then back at Shane. "What makes you so sure?"

Shane smirked and shook his head. "Jason may not look like it, but he's a guitar genius. If he hears a song on the radio, he can almost instantly replicate it. He's amazing at this game, too. Sorry to disappoint, but he's going to win."

"Aww that's alright. That just means you get off the game faster and I get you to myself." her eyes twinkled slightly and her lips curved up a bit suggestively.

"Oh, I quite like that idea." he replied licking his lips.

"I figured you would, horn-dog. Good luck nonetheless." she pecked him on the lips again and returned to her seat to cheer for him, knowing that he wouldn't win. "C'mon, baby! Give it your best shot!"

"Come on, Jason! Woo hoo!" Ella cheered.

Just as Shane had predicted, Jason had totally kicked his ass at 'Through the Fire and the Flames' (I love that song!). He handed the guitar off to Nate and sat down next to Mitchie.

"So, that was a complete, epic failure."

"Eh, you held your own. At least you only lost by eleven percent. It wasn't an epic fail, just a fail."

"Okay, that's a relief." Shane grinned. "I do believe you owe me some alone time, Miss Torres."

"I guess I do, Mr. Grey. Why don't you show me to your room and we will."

Shane didn't need to be told twice. He jumped off the couch and held his hand out to Mitchie. She gratefully accepted it and followed Shane up the stairs towards his room.

When they came to the end of a long hallway, they stopped in front of the last room on the right that said 'Danger' on the door.

"Do I want to know?" she asked.

"It's a family nickname. Let's just say I'm not one of the most graceful people in the world." he said with a laugh.

"Don't worry, I'm not either." she assured him before he pushed the door open and lead her inside.

The first thing she noticed was the collection of guitars standing in the far corner of the room. Then she noticed the posters: the Sex Pistols, AFI, My Chemical Romance, The Audition, Saosin, 30 Seconds to Mars, Sweeney Todd, and tons of other posters littered the walls. He even had one of those trippy ones that you got at Spencer's that screwed with your eyes. His bed was simple, king sized with black and neon green sheets and pillows. A medium sized TV and sound system took up part of one of the other walls and his closet took up another.

"Y'know, I think I might be over here quite often." she said in awe.

"I don't think I'll mind too much." he responded and led her over to his bed. He sat her down next to him and just watched her as her eyes continued to dart around the room.

Mitchie looked over at her boyfriend and gave him a rare clothes hanger smile. "You, Shane Grey, really are one of the coolest people I have ever met. And I honestly mean that."

"Good to know." he smiled and lay back on his bed.

She followed his example and carefully laid her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around him in the process. "Just hold me for awhile?"

In response, Shane simply wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and rested his head on hers. They laid in a comfortable silence, listening to each other breathing and enjoying the other's company. They had barely known each other for a day, but were already starting to fall for each other.

"Shane?"

"Hmm?" He looked down upon her smiling face, causing his own face to light up as well.

"Would it be weird if I told you that I'm starting to like you, like, a lot?"

His face somehow managed to brighten even more as he brought his lips to her forehead. "Not at all. It's the same for me."

Mitchie smiled wider and propped herself on her elbow for leverage. Shane reached up and pushed the hair that fallen into her face behind her ear. "You're beautiful."

He leaned upwards and captured her lips in what was meant to be a short, sweet kiss. Of course that didn't last long when Mitchie decided that she wanted it to be more. The sudden passion she put into the kiss caused Shane to have to sit up as to get control of the situation. He pushed her down onto his bed and slowly climbed on top of her, Mitchie's hands tangling themselves into his hair as he did so.

Pulling away from her lips, Shane trailed kisses down her jaw line to her collarbone before stopping at a specific spot and sucking on it gently at first, then harsher to leave a mark. Mitchie moaned in approval at his skill, but pulled his mouth back up to hers, suddenly missing it. His hand snaked its way up the front of her shirt, rubbing lazy circles on her stomach for a short while before traveling higher to the lacy material covering her breasts.

She gasped as Shane started to massage her breast with one hand and continued the lazy circles with the other. Attempting to gain some control of the present situation, Mitchie searched for the hem of his shirt with her hands and pulled it over his head, barely breaking the kiss and hardly stopping his ministrations. Shane's skilled hands found their place again and fell back into their rhythm of massaging. Mitchie raked her hands down his solid abs, soliciting a throaty moan from the boy in question.

He began to toy with her shirt as well before eventually just pulling it off altogether. Before he could continue what he was doing with his amazing hands, Mitchie flipped them over so that she was on top. With a smirk, she proceeded to do what he had done to her in the beginning. Trailing kisses down from his lips, to his neck, collarbone, all the way down to his jeans before going back up to his neck again to nip at it, leaving a dark mark that would be clearly evident the next day. With a groan, Shane flipped the couple back over so that he was on top. Kissing her passionately once more, Shane grabbed Mitchie's wrists and pinned them above her head and pulled back.

Breathing heavily, he managed to get out a shaky response to her questioning gaze. "We need to...stop."

Mitchie pouted and attempted to kiss him again, only to be held back by his strong arms. "You're such a tease, Shane."

He laughed huskily before letting her go and handing her her previously discarded shirt. "How was that teasing? Like we've said before, I've known you since this morning, Mitch. I know it seems like longer, but it really hasn't been. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to be one of those guys that has sex in the heat of the moment like that."

"What, you don't want to?" Mitchie asked, slightly disappointed.

"Honestly?" he asked. She nodded, telling him to go on.

"Honestly."

"Hell yes I want to. I would like nothing more, but I don't want to rush this. I want things to last with you. I don't want it to just be a one time thing and then when Monday comes we pretend like nothing happened, get what I'm saying?"

Mitchie reluctantly nodded and pulled her shirt over her head. "I get what you're saying, but that doesn't make me happy about it." she smirked as if she had just noticed something neither of them had before. "Speaking of being happy...."

Shane looked at her questioningly before following her line of vision and groaning when he saw what she was staring at. "Great, thanks Mitchie, really."

"I could always help you with that..." she said seductively.

"No thanks, I don't want anything like that from you. You're more than that to me. I'll take care of it myself, thank you very kindly."

Mitchie put her hands up in mock surrender and laughed. "Be my guest. Do you want me to leave, or what?"

Shane blushed a deep red and looked down. "N-no, it's alright. I'll umm...be right back." he said before rushing out of his bedroom and down the hall.

Mitchie giggled, sprawling herself out on his bed. She lay there for awhile until Shane came back in the room, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"S-sorry about that."

"No problem, I don't mind. You think you're the only one that was completely turned on by that?" she laughed and rolled over to get a better look at his approaching figure. Her eyes caught sight of the time and she jumped up off the bed before Shane was even able to sit down. "Shit!"

"What is it, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.

"I have to get home, like, now! I promised my mom that I'd be home by twelve. I have twenty minutes to drop Cait off and get home, I'm so screwed!" she yelled frantically as she tossed Shane his shirt and ushered him out of the room.

They got to the top of the stairs when Shane whirled her around and looked her in the eyes. "Mitchie, babe, calm down. We'll take Caitlyn and Ella home, you just get yourself home in one piece, okay?"

She smiled at him and pecked him on the lips. "You are the greatest boyfriend ever. Thanks, Shane. I owe you one."

They continued down the stairs to the rest of the group where Mitchie bid everyone goodbye and walked out to her car, Shane trailing behind her.

"So I'll see you Monday at school?"

"Or if your mother ever lets you drive again then maybe you can pick me up one day." she laughed.

"Smart ass. Give me your phone, you still don't have my number."

Mitchie handed him her phone and vice versa, putting their numbers in the other's phone.

"See you later." she grinned after getting her phone back.

"Goodnight. Be careful."

"Will do." she kissed him sweetly on the lips before slipping into her car and driving down the road, back to her house.

"Mitchie Torres....one of these days." Shane whispered to himself once her car was out of sight. He was already head over heals for the girl he had just met almost sixteen hours ago.

"Definitely something else." he murmured, walking back into his own house.

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Okay, how was it? Lemme know in an amazing review! Reviews make me very happy. Oh yeah, shout out to my girl PaNcAk3s for all of her amazing stories, especially her current story Finding Ever After where she kind of advertised for this one. Thanks so much Nicole!

Remember to review, you know you want to. Later!

-Riley