Mitchie's eyes flashed open as the rays of rising sun peeped through Scott's curtains hanging from his window. She groaned, her head throbbed from the excessive amounts of alcohol Scott had supplied her last night. She felt a breeze on her chest, which probably came from the A.C. that just turned back on. She felt a breeze. On her chest. Mitchie looked down quickly completely forgetting that she had a major headache. To Mitchie's surprise her upper body was completely exposed. She ripped the blanket off of on top of her and looked. Scott's arm was firmly planted around her waist. To even more surprise, Mitchie was stark naked. Mitchie began to mentally panic. She looked around as her head throbbed and saw all of her missing clothes randomly strewn from lamps, chairs, his desk. Mitchie was now frightened. Had she really done that last night? Mitchie gulped as she tried her best to slip out from under Scott's arm without getting noticed. She grabbed her clothing garments and her phone. She slipped them all on and ran outside in her bare feet. She flipped open her phone and called the first name that she stopped on in her contact list.

"Hello?" A groggy voice questioningly greeted the caller.

With a panicked and upset voice Mitchie replied, "Shane?"

Mitchie could hear on the other end of the phone rustling bed sheets. After about a split second Shane replied, "Mitchie, are you okay?"

Mitchie broke down into tears. She slid down the front door of the frat house. The morning sunlight was now shining brightly above her at an angle. "No."

Shane's voice was now panicked and worried, "Mitchie where are you? I'll come get you. Stay there."

Then she heard something that unexpectedly upset her to a higher degree than she already was. She heard a woman's voice, groggy from just waking up, "Shane? Who is it? Come back to bed, baby. Tell them to call back later." Mitchie cried harder which alarmed Shane even more, "Mitchie, you need to answer me so I can get you."

Through her tears Mitchie was able to manage, "No, you can get back to Chelsea. I'm sure she's more important to you than I am." Mitchie snapped her phone shut. She trekked her way back up to Scott's room only to see him waiting for her.

"Where have you been?"

Mitchie sniffed and quickly wiped away her tears, "Oh. I was just outside. Somebody called me."

"What's wrong?"

Mitchie felt hurt, he didn't even sound like he cared that she was crying, "Nothing."

"Mitchie." He sighed. "Come here." He patted the spot on the bed next to him.

Mitchie obeyed like a trained dog. She plopped down onto the spot and leaned into Scott's chest. She hesitantly said, "So. Did we have sex last night?"

Scott wrapped his arms around her, making her feel oddly confined and exposed. She tried to snuggle into his chest, she tried to feel comfort like in the arms of her old flame. Scott chuckled, "No, Mitchie. We didn't have sex last night. I couldn't possibly have sex with a girl who passed out right before I was ready to take her."

Mitchie let out a sigh of relief. But her relief quickly disappeared as it occurred to her, how did he get so far with her when she was so set on not having sex? Why didn't she remember anything that happened after that first beer?

Mitchie's phone began to vibrate in her lap. She stared at it as Scott picked it up to look at the caller ID. It read Shane. Mitchie began to panic again. Her eyes shot up to Scott's face which was twisted.

He said angrily, "Mitchie, why is he calling?"

Mitchie snatched her phone out of his hand and made a move to get out of bed. Scott held on tighter and said roughly, "If you even try to answer him, then we'll never get to do this again."

Mitchie rolled her eyes and got out of bed and said calmly, "You shouldn't be afraid of me picking up my phone. Me and Shane are so over. At least let me tell him not to call me anymore."

Scott sat up, "Mitchie, you don't owe that guy anything. You're my girlfriend."

Mitchie started off toward the door, "Yeah I am. So don't worry. It's you who can call me yours." Mitchie went out closing the door behind her. As she walked out to the front porch, she bumped into a few of the frat house residents. They weren't startled to see her, they saw her all the time. She smiled at them in greetings as they nodded their heads or smiled in return. Once she got outside, she waited for Shane to try and call again. To her hopes, he called again.

"Hello?"

"Mitchie. I've called like a few times, why didn't you pick up? Why did you hang up on me? Where are you? Are you okay?"

Mitchie sighed, "Yeah, I'm okay, I guess."

"Where are you?"

"Shane, please. Calm down."

"No, Mitchie. I won't calm down until you tell me where you are and you're in my car."

"Shane."

"Mitchie, stop saying my name and tell me where you are?"

"I'm at the frat house." Silence. "Shane?" Mitchie stood up and screamed louder, "Shane!" She hung up. She could not believe that Shane had hung up on her when he was the one who was bothering her. She stomped back upstairs and into Scott's room. She threw her phone on the bed beside Scott.

Scott smirked, "What's wrong baby?"

Mitchie was irritated, "Shane! Ugh! He calls me and is completely pissed at me for not answering earlier and then he abruptly hangs up on me!"

Scott smiled because he thought that now that Shane was causing Mitchie trouble, Shane was completely out of the picture, "I told you so Mitch."

Mitchie calmed down, "Told me what?"

"I told you that he was just going to screw you over."

Mitchie's face twisted and sat back down on the bed in a huff. Distractedly, she said to Scott, "You've got to drive me home. I have to get ready for school."

Mitchie got to school and strutted in like an annoyed model. People turned to look at her entering. Her hair blew flawlessly and she met up with Alex and Nate.

"Hi Mitchie." Alex gave Mitchie a hug. Mitchie's face slightly cringed with confusion. Alex wasn't in her normal greeting mood.

Mitchie looked at Nate who slowly said, "Hey Mitch."

Mitchie's face completely filled with confusion, "Okay, tell me what's going on."

Alex's eyes went straight to the ground and up to Nate's almost as if she was asking for permission to tell Mitchie. Alex cleared her throat as Nate shifted away and opened his locker. Alex gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked away with Mitchie in tow.

As they slowed down, Mitchie quickly asked, "Alex, what's wrong? What's up with you and Nate?" The questions swirling through her head were causing the pulsing to intensify.

Alex stopped completely and turned around to face Mitchie, "Mitchie..." Alex's voice dropped, "Shane's been in an accident."

Mitchie froze as her eyes grew wide and her head felt like a jack hammer had used it as a practice target. After a few minutes, Mitchie turned around and began to run toward the portal to the outside world. Mitchie didn't care that she could've tripped and fell since she was wearing high heels. Mitchie came tumbling out of the school and caught her breath as she sat down on the outside steps. The bright morning sun caused her eyes to react to it. A few seconds later, Nate and Alex caught up with her.

Mitchie stood up and spun around. "Is he okay?" Mitchie fought to keep the tears behind her eyes.

Alex said quietly, "Mitchie..."

Mitchie screamed out, fed up, "Just tell me!" She grabbed her head as her screaming sounded louder than it actually was.

Alex looked at Nate and then back at Mitchie, "Mitchie, Shane's in the hospital."

Mitchie held back more tears as she managed to squeak out, "Okay... Okay."

Nate said softly, "Okay, so now let's go to class before we're tardy." Nate and Alex trekked back into school. Mitchie waited until they were fully inside before she followed in and went to the student center. Once she got to the student center, she opened the phone book to find a taxi service.

She dialed the number printed in the book once she found it, "Yes hello, I would like a taxi to pick me up at Sea View High School and take me to the..." Oh crap, Mitchie hadn't gotten the name of the hospital Shane was recovering at.

"M'am?"

Mitchie snapped out of her thinking process, "Oh right, umm." Mitchie thought of the closest hospital to the Gray household, "Umm. Centennial Hospital."

The woman on the other end was reading the standard protocol script, "When would you like for this taxi to arrive to pick you up?"

"Now... If that's okay."

"Yes, m'am. Your taxi will arrive at... Sea View High School in about two hours."

"Two hours?"

"Yes, m'am."

"Why two hours?"

"A car accident occurred this morning and the debris hasn't all been picked up. It's caused major traffic."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you."

"M'am?"

"Yes?"

"We need a phone number and a credit card number."

Mitchie frowned, "Umm. I can give you a phone number but I can't give you a credit card number. I'm paying in cash."

"If that is the case, the fee must be fulfilled before our services will take you anywhere."

"Yeah, of course."

"Phone number?"

Mitchie gave her cell phone number to the woman on the end of the phone before snapping her phone shut. Two hours? She wanted to go now. Mitchie quickly scurried to class as she heard the first bell ring. As she slipped into her seat, she was especially conscious of her phone. She waited for the vibration signaling her taxi was there to pick her up. About ten minutes after class started, Mitchie got what she wanted, the vibration of her phone. Unfortunately, it wasn't a call but a text from Alex.

Mitch r u ok?

Mitchie texted her back. (Mitchie Alex) wat r u talking about al? of course im ok

mitch im about to take a test but we're going to go see shane tonight so we can all go after school. wanna come?

good luck on ur test :D

Mitchie closed her phone up and she tried to pay attention to the teacher lecturing about cells of the body.

About two hours later, Mitchie got the call.

In a hushed tone Mitchie answered her phone, "Hello?"

"Hello, Ms... Mitchie Torres. Your taxi will not arrive for another two hours. We apologize for the inconvenience. You will receive a text when the taxi arrives. Thank you for choosing our transportation services and have a nice day."

Mitchie sighed in displeasure. She snapped her phone shut and walked to her next class. Audrey caught up with her, "Mitchie!"

Mitchie stopped and looked at Audrey, "Oh hey Audrey."

Excitedly, Audrey said, "Did you hear?"

Mitchie shook her head 'no'.

"Shane, the guy who sits at our table, yeah well he's in the hospital." Mitchie stopped in her tracks. Did everybody know about Shane's condition? "Yeah, he got in an accident this morning. So far all E! has said is that he was on the phone with somebody." Mitchie's head was throbbing again. "Supposedly that's the cause of the accident." Mitchie felt dizzy. "Doesn't that just stink though? Chelsea said that he was in a rush." Mitchie's vision was blacking out from the rims of her vision closing up to a small circle. "Chelsea said that he got a call and he rushed out of the house. Yeah." Mitchie's vision totally blacked out and so did she.

Mitchie heard screeching tires against asphalt pavement. The sound of a fast moving object ramming into another fast moving object. The sound of crunching metal, shattering glass, igniting flames. The silence that came after like during the times of the eye of the storm.

Mitchie's eyes fluttered open. She shot up quickly. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness surrounding her. She looked around frantically and saw some light under the curtain behind her. She quickly got up and swiftly pushed the curtain aside to reveal bright fluorescent lights. She squinted her eyes in an attempt to shield her eyes. Just as she was about to take a step forward, she fell forward flat on her face gaining the attention of Ms. Jenkins, the school nurse.

"Oh my stars! Dear, can you stand up?" Ms. Jenkins held out her forearm so Mitchie could grab it for balance.

Mitchie's eyes were still squinted as she turned on her back and looked up at Ms. Jenkins reaching for her outstretched arm, "Ms. Jenkins?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Where am I?"

"Why, you're at the school nurse's office."

"Why am I here?"

"You fainted. I'm quite certain you know the reason you fainted."

Mitchie pulled herself up using Ms. Jenkin's arm.

"Ms. Jenkins?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Can you take me to the hospital?"

"Honey... I don't think I understand."

"I need to go see somebody."

"Mitchie, dear, first you need to recover from your hangover."

Mitchie's eyes shot to Ms. Jenkins'. She abruptly stopped nervously, "Am I in trouble?"

Ms. Jenkins' laughed and looked at Mitchie sweetly, "No, dear, you are not in trouble with the on-campus officer but you are with me." Ms. Jenkins' led Mitchie over to a seat and sat her down before she grabbed her own swivel seat, "Mitchie, what possessed you to drink alcohol?"

Mitchie looked around nervously, "Y'know, Ms. Jenkins, I don't ever remember actually wanting to."

Ms. Jenkins stood up and smoothed out her light blue cotton dress, "Well, okay dear. I guess I'll take you to the hospital. It's after lunch and the other nurse is coming in soon." Mitchie sat and stared at Ms. Jenkins with disbelief, "C'mon, dear. If you want to go, you need to hurry. Is your mother here? A parent needs to sign you out."

"Uhh, Ms. Jenkins? My mother is somewhere I don't know."

Ms. Jenkins looked calm but stooped to grab her purse, "Well, alright then. Let's go. I'll sign you out."

Mitchie's eyes grew wide, "Really, Ms. Jenkins?"

Ms. Jenkins said sweetly, "Why, yes dear. You're like a granddaughter to me. So, let's go."

"But, Ms. Jenkins, couldn't you get in trouble?"

"I suppose but you really want to go. So, let's go."

"Well, alright then!" Mitchie quickly got off her seat and bent down to grab her purse before following Ms. Jenkins out of the nurse's office to the front office then to Ms. Jenkins old little car.

They pulled up to the hospital and Ms. Jenkins had already made the plan up with Mitchie. Mitchie wanted Ms. Jenkins to go home after she dropped her off. She didn't want Ms. Jenkins to worry. Mitchie flew out of the car before saying 'thank you' profusely to Ms. Jenkins. She ran into the hospital as Ms. Jenkins drove away. Mitchie dodged the crowds of people in the hallway. She saw paparazzi lined up against the wall. Mitchie tried to cover her face in the process so she put on some sunglasses. She didn't want her face to be plastered on those tabloid magazines.

"Hi, I'm looking for Shane Gray's room number." Mitchie practically whispered.

The information desk attendant looked up at Mitchie and said, "I'm sorry but close friends and family only. If you are a close friend then you would need one of Mr. Gray's family members to come out and get you."

"I'm a close friend of his."

"I'm sorry but you're just going to have to stand over there with the rest of his fans."

"I need to see him now though. I'm telling you the truth. I'm a close friend."

"Please, go away."

"No! Just tell me where he is!" The entire waiting room looked over at Mitchie and all of the paparazzi realized who it was.

"MITCHIE!" "MITCHIE!" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" "LOOK HERE, MITCHIE!" Cameras were flashing and fan girls were screaming as they came closer. Mitchie was shrinking back to the information desk. The attendant was trying to quiet the crowd. Security came to calm the ruckus.

Shane could hear the screaming from his room, he buzzed for the nurse to come in.

"Did you need something Mr. Gray?"

"Yeah, umm what's that noise?"

"Oh, Mitchie Torres is here. Hospital security is trying to quiet down the riot." The nurse was on her way out as Shane quickly called to her, "Uhh, can you bring her to me?" The nurse turned around, smiled and nodded as she left closing the door behind her.

A few minutes later, Mitchie came stumbling into Shane's room. She fixed her jacket nervously and fixed her hair as she looked up at Shane who had been watching her.

Quietly she greeted Shane.

He nodded and Mitchie came running up to him and gave him a huge hug. He made a noise of discomfort and Mitchie pulled away with an apologetic facial expression. She scanned his hospital gown clad body and noticed the bandages and casts. Her eyes grew wide as her mouth opened slightly and the tears began to generate threatening to fall from her eyes. Shane's nose sensed an odd smell which he soon pinpointed what it was.

He ruined the quiet moment by urgently asking, "Mitchie, were you drinking alcohol?"

Mitchie's eyes showed fear as she looked into Shane's. She took a deep breath as a tear trailed down her cheek.

Shane said more angrily, "Mitchie you reek of alcohol!." Mitchie stood still feeling like a little kid again when she would wait for her punishment when she did something wrong. "I want you to go -" Mitchie waited but she couldn't bear Shane's stare at her so she turned around and began to walk away as Shane finished his thought, "but I really need you to stay." Mitchie turned around and she ran back up to Shane and hugged him more softly than before. She felt his arms go around her torso and hug her back. This action caused the gate holding back her tears to open. Shane could feel her tears moisten his thin hospital gown. He held her until he could feel her sobs soften. He let her go as she pulled away. She stared at him and pushed back a piece of his stray hair out of his face. His hair was curly, probably because he didn't straighten it this morning.

Shane cleared his throat and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Mitchie still stared at Shane, "What are you talking about?"

"This morning you called me."

"Oh." Mitchie held the straps of her purse in both of her hands as she looked down at the hospital bed.

"Mitchie?"

"Shane, let's not worry about that for now. I'm more worried about you."

"Mitchie, I've been worrying about you all morning." Mitchie remained quiet. "Mitchie you called me at like six in the morning and you don't expect me to worry about you?"

Mitchie's voice began to waver, "Please, don't be mad at me when I tell you."

Shane sat staring at Mitchie. Mitchie continued, "I don't know if I can tell you. It's actually really stupid. Why would you worry about me, when we should be worried about you?"

Shane sighed out of frustration, "Mitchie, just please. I desperately want to know if you are okay."

Mitchie's tears began to fall again, "Shane, you were in an accident because of me. Why are you still worried about me? I almost killed you! You should want to kill me!"

Shane grabbed one of Mitchie's hands to calm her down, "I don't want to kill you. It wasn't your fault. I wasn't paying attention to the road."

Mitchie quietly said, "Because of me."

Shane firmly disagreed with her, "No, because I was being stupid and wasn't paying attention." After a few minutes of holding her hand, Shane asked quietly, "So, are you ready to tell me why you called?"

Mitchie sighed, sniffed, and wiped away her tears for more tears to fall. Shane pulled her in closer and scooted himself over. He patted the spot on his bed signaling her to get on. Mitchie got on slowly, letting go of Shane's hand. Before putting her feet on the bed she unstrapped her stripper strappy four inch heels. They dropped on the floor with a thud and she pushed her purse off the bed onto the floor. She swung her feet up onto the bed conscious of where Shane's injured limbs laid. Shane wrapped his right arm around her shoulders as she leaned back onto his pillows with him. Mitchie turned her head so she was looking straight in Shane's eyes.

Before she was going to tell him anything, she quietly asked, "Are you okay?" Shane shrugged. Mitchie asked another question, "Where does it hurt?"

Shane replied just as quiet as she, "Everywhere." He said it in a way that it sounded like he didn't care. He said it in a way that it didn't matter.

But Mitchie cringed at the thought that he hurt everywhere because of her, "Are you going to be okay?"

Shane slowly smiled as he rubbed her right shoulder with the hand that was attached to the arm wrapped around her shoulders, "I'm sure I'll recover." With his other hand he tucked some hair behind Mitchie's ear. "So, are you ready now?"

Mitchie sounded irritated, "Why do you want to know so bad?" Mitchie saw the expression in Shane's eyes and she backtracked, "Sorry. Yeah. I'm ready." She took a deep breath and looked down at her thumbs as she fiddled them. "Promise me you won't be angry with me when I tell you." She felt Shane nod. "Just a warning but it's actually really stupid." Shane gently stopped Mitchie's thumb fiddling by resting his hand on them. Mitchie looked in Shane's eyes and barely loud enough to hear she said, "I thought I lost my virginity."

Shane only heard the 'I lost my virginity' and so he freaked out, "YOU WHAT?"

Mitchie shut her eyes tight as he was yelling at her, "Well, I don't know."

Shane continued to scold her, "When? How?"

"Well, it happened last night and it just happened and I woke up naked beside Scott-"

Shane didn't even let Mitchie finish before he exclaimed, "Oh I'm going to kill Scott!"

"Shane, be reasonable. You're still injured."

"Mitchie, that d bag took your virginity." He said enunciating each word that came out of his mouth.

Mitchie looked at him with wide eyes and then began to giggle. "What is so funny?" Mitchie continued to giggle as Shane was fuming beside her.

Mitchie continued to giggle as she told Shane, "Shane, he didn't take my virginity. I said I thought I lost my virginity."

Shane sat back, "Oh."

Mitchie laughed as Shane used his other hand to rub the back of his head. Mitchie looked at Shane as he started to blush, unexpectedly she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He turned to look at her and she said, "Thank you for caring."

Shane rested his casted arm down on the bed and looked over at Mitchie before smiling, "I still want to know."

Mitchie giggled, "Okay, well, after you and I had our little encounter in the girls' bathroom, I called Scott." Mitchie paused to look at Shane who seemed like he was really concentrating on what she was saying. Mitchie smiled and continued, "Well, when I called him he asked me if I wanted a fix. I said no and I jokingly asked him if he wanted one. He said yes and told me to come over to his house. So, I did. But what fix I'm not sure. My two guesses were drugs or oral. I went over to his house just to hang out with him and talk, kinda like we use to. But then when I got there, it was really odd. It seemed like they just had a party and when I called him down, he didn't come. He eventually did though but before we went up to his room, he got a bottle of beer and yeah. So basically, skip skip skip skip we're in his room and he's trying to get me to give him oral and I told him no because I want to save myself for someone special. But he thought that I just wanted him to do me first. Even when he tried to do it to me, I told him no. Sidetrack, I already told him that I didn't plan on having sex with him the first night we met, which is the first night he tried. Anyways, somehow we ended up in his bed and him well... Let's just say I think I have a huge rash now..."

Shane was still looking at Mitchie and he reassured her, "Mitchie, you can tell me anything. Just say it."

Mitchie was still hesitant, "Okay... He was... humping me?" Mitchie crossed her legs and pulled down her dress which was riding up. Shane didn't move but he watched Mitchie's hands. Mitchie felt really embarrassed now. "Yeah..." He lightly nudged Mitchie with his casted leg signaling her to keep going. "Okay well, he asked me if I was thirsty and I said yeah. I didn't really eat anything after you and the bathroom. I asked for water but he said all they had was beer. After that all I can remember is more beer...and more beer...and more beer. That's all I remember from last night though."

"So... tell me about this morning before you called me."

"Before I called you, I woke up and I felt a breeze so I looked at myself and I wasn't clothed... My clothes were everywhere. I didn't remember taking off my clothes at all, so I freaked and called you."

"Why'd you call me?"

Mitchie shrugged, "I don't know... You were the first person that came to my mind."

"And you were scared because you thought you lost your virginity." After a few seconds of silence, Shane bust out laughing. Mitchie slapped him in the chest lightly and he abruptly stopped laughing and grabbed his chest where she hit him with the casted arm and he exclaimed, "Ow!"

Mitchie gasped, "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!" Mitchie also grabbed the area where she hit and she held onto Shane's hand. "I'm so sorry." They stopped and stared at their hands. Shane held onto her two hands with his free fingers and they leaned in for that kiss. Mitchie pulled away first and she quietly said, "Shane?"

They both backed up to just leaning on the pillow with his one arm around her shoulders. Shane broke their silence, "So, why do you wear these dresses?" He began to help her fix her dress.

Mitchie shrugged, "Scott likes 'em."

They both were still struggling with trying to get the hem of the dress lower than it should go, "Why'd you wear them in the beginning of the school year before you met Scott?"

Mitchie stopped tugging at the hem, looked at Shane and slowly answered, "I wanted a makeover."

Shane stopped tugging at the hem too but kept his hand on her, "Why did you want a makeover, you looked good to me."

Mitchie blushed, "I wanted you to notice me."

Shane's eyebrows scrunched together, "What? You wanted me to notice you?"

"Yeah... I thought... I thought that you'd like it because that's how Zoey dressed." Mitchie dropped her head.

Shane laughed, "Why'd you think that you'd need to look like Zoey?"

"You're seriously asking me? You cheated on me with her."

"Mitchie, I told you I loved you."

"Loved?"

"Love."

"But surely you don't anymore. Or at least you shouldn't because you have a different girlfriend who's pregnant."

"Oh, so you weren't lying."

"No, I wouldn't lie about that. She was in the nurse's office and I overheard her throwing a fit."

"I was seriously wondering why she was gaining so much weight."

"She didn't tell you yet? She's almost full blown."

"No, she didn't tell me."

"But you couldn't tell."

"No."

"So, do you think it's yours?"

"Mitchie, it can't be mine because I told you I've never had sex with her. In fact, just like yourself I presume, I'm still a virgin." Shane said the last part with a great sense of pride.

Mitchie giggled, "Well then I'm glad that you were smart enough not to do anything dirty with the girl. She's practically an encyclopedia of all the STDs in the world."

"Yeah but I've been with her for like nine months so now people are going to think it's mine."

"I guess if the real father of the baby is unwilling to care for it, maybe you should?"

Shane shook his head during their silence, "I don't know." He looked back up to Mitchie, "So, tell me why you wear thongs now?" And he smirked.

She gently slapped the hand that rested on her upper thighs keeping in mind that his arm was casted, "How'd you know?"

Shane smirked again, "When we were in the bathroom, I saw."

Mitchie laid her head back, "Oh, gosh. This is embarrassing!" She giggled.

"Are you still wearing one now?" Shane teased her by walking his fingers higher up her thigh under her dress which was slipping up anyhow. He stopped his fingers and felt the insides of her thighs and his face fell. He looked down and Mitchie winced as his fingers grazed over her friction burns.

She quietly said as she winced, "Shane that hurts."

"Did he do this to you Mitchie?" Shane inspected closely. Her upper inner thighs were red and raised. Shane didn't dare look any higher than he was, otherwise he'd be looking at her private part.

Mitchie pushed his hand away, "Yeah. I told you earlier."

"Did you wash it?"

"No, I didn't even get the chance to shower."

Shane pulled his hand back immediately, "Oh gross Mitchie! His junk was there and I just touched it?"

Mitchie laughed but reached down to her purse and pulled out hand sanitizer. "Hands out." He stuck the hand he had been inspecting Mitchie with out. She squirted a good amount of hand sanitizer on his hand and he held it there unable to rub it away himself. Mitchie giggled again. She put the hand sanitizer on the bedside table and she used both of her hands to gently rub the hand sanitizer into his hand. Shane scanned Mitchie's body again.

He hesitantly asked, "You want to change?" He liked the way she looked, what guy wouldn't, but he also missed the old her. Mitchie looked down at herself and attempted to pull down the hem of her skin tight dress again before nodding. "My back pack's over there." Shane pointed to the couch in the corner. "There should be a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt in there." Mitchie nodded and jumped off the bed to go get it. Shane watched as Mitchie went over. He smiled at the sight of her tip toeing over. She didn't put on her shoes. He smiled that she didn't even bother to pull down her wrinkling dress revealing the bottom of her bottom.

He was interrupted when Mitchie opened up his back pack and asked him, "Do you have any extra underwear by chance?" She finished with an embarrassed look on her face. Shane laughed and nodded. Mitchie pulled out a pair of boxer briefs and smiled. "Don't look." Mitchie pulled down her mesh g-string without even bothering to pull down her dress. Of course, Shane was still watching without Mitchie's knowledge. She pulled on the boxer briefs and then she slowly pulled up the dark gray sweatpants careful of her friction burns. She pulled off her jacket and looked into his backpack to find his t-shirt. Once she found it she set it on the end of the hospital bed and went over to Shane with her back facing him, "Can you unzip me?" Shane reached over and unzipped her dress causing the dress to fall to the floor without much effort on her part. Mitchie had been wearing a purple seamless tube bra. She pulled Shane's Hanes Tagless V-Neck over her head and down over her torso. Shane could see her purple bra through his white t-shirt. His shirt was big on her but it looked good. Mitchie smiled as she noticed Shane's eyes plastered to her body, "So... What do you think the paparazzi are going to think when I go home?"

Shane snapped out of his trance, "Aww, do you have to go home?"

Mitchie smirked and climbed up onto the bed from the bottom in a sexy manner on all fours. She was now close enough to him where their lips were only centimeters apart. She kissed him and he deepened the kiss. His hands went straight to her curves to hold her steady. Her hands were still on the hospital bed and Shane was in between her legs. As their kiss became more intense, Mitchie slowly and carefully sat herself down on Shane's lap. Her hands went up to his cut up cheeks. Her fingers gently ran over his cuts as she caressed his face. When air became necessary, they pulled apart and began to laugh.

Shane asked in surprise, "Who taught you how to move like that?"

Mitchie giggled and locked her fingers behind Shane's neck. Then Shane could see in her eyes that she was coming back to her senses. She carefully got off of Shane which caused Shane's happiness to deflate just a bit. Mitchie sat next to Shane on the hospital bed. She pulled her legs up against her chest, wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on her knees.

Mitchie said with her chin still on her knees, "So, what's next for us, Shane?"

Shane shrugged, "I don't know." A few seconds of silence later, "Why did we have to break up anyways, Mitchie?"

Mitchie sighed and leaned back into Shane's arm again, "Because Shane. You got a text from Zoey saying that you're awesome in bed and she couldn't wait for you to come back to do it all over again."

"But I told you it wasn't the truth. I even told you I love you."

"That was the second problem. It might sound crazy, a girl breaking up with her boyfriend after he says he loves her, but it's what I felt I had to do. You only told me you loved me after I saw Zoey's text. To me, it was like you only said that you loved me because I saw the text. And it's okay if you're not a virgin. You had a past before you met me... well I mean in between us being friends."

"Mitchie, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm still a virgin. I don't know why you don't believe me."

"I caught you on top of Chelsea practically naked! Not only that but there was that rumor going around about you."

Shane began to pick at a piece of fuzz on the hospital bed sheet, "What was the rumor?"

"You and her had sex on the back seats in the theater at school."

"I never spent time with her in the theater at school... and I'm sorry you had to see the first thing."

"So..."

"So, does the underwear feel better than the thong?"

Mitchie giggled, "Yeah, they are really comfortable."

"How they doing for the chafing?" Shane's hand came over and began to finger the area softly.

Mitchie watched Shane's fingers, "They're probably going to bother me later. But for now, I don't feel like I'm standing on top of an air conditioner."

Shane laughed to himself, "Yeah, I think you look absolutely sexy in my clothes." Shane began to play with the hem of the shirt Mitchie adorned.

Mitchie giggled, "Well then, I guess I need to put this sexy away."

"Aww but why Mitchie?"

Mitchie became quiet, "Because I love you and don't want you to get in trouble."

A smirk grew on Shane's face, "You love me?"

Mitchie's eyes grew wide, "No."

"But, isn't that what you just said."

"Shane... Yeah I did but it was a slip of the tongue."

Shane let go of the hem and leaned back on the pillows. Mitchie broke the silence, "I guess it's time for you to rest, Mister." Shane and Mitchie shifted. Mitchie pulled the pillows down for Shane to lay down on. He laid down and Mitchie was sliding off slowly. Shane used his right arm to wrap it around Mitchie's waist before she got off completely. Mitchie looked back and laid back down into the bed beside Shane. She tucked herself in next to Shane and cuddled up to him. She rested on his right arm with her hand gently placed on his chest. She looked up at Shane who was looking down at her. Mitchie smiled and whispered, "I told you to get some rest."

Shane smiled, "It's hard when something so hot is laying right next to you."

Mitchie began to trace random designs on Shane's chest, "Go to sleep Shane." She reached up and softly kissed Shane's cheek before going back to her original position. She watched his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. She watched as the speed of the rise and fall of his chest slowed down to a slower constant pace. The constant rise and fall lulled her into a light sleep.

xoxoxo

Ok so maybe I didn't get 5 reviews the last time, but I realized that I'd been away for awhile for vacation and people lose interest quickly. Also, summer 2010 is coming to an end and I wanted to post as much as possible before I got too busy to post anything at all. Hopefully for those who have waited for a long time for something juicy to happen in this story, I hope this somewhat fulfills that quota. I hope you like it and thanks for reading.