When Mitchie opened her eyes, the sun had already set and Shane was already up surfing channels. Mitchie blinked hard trying to get the sleep out of her eyes. Shane noticed the stirring Mitchie.

He whispered, "Good morning, sleepy head."

Mitchie made a noise of satisfaction, "Good morning to you too." Mitchie sat up and looked around, "What time is it?"

"I think it's about eight o'clock."

Mitchie's eyes bugged out and she pushed back her bangs in an attempt to think. Mitchie quickly slipped out of bed and fumbled to get her strappy stripper heels on. Shane chuckled at the dishelved look Mitchie currently wore, "Mitchie." Mitchie didn't stop struggling with the straps of her shoes. "Mitchie." Mitchie still was preoccupied with the shoe. "Mitchie." Shane reached over and rubbed her lower back causing Mitchie to slightly jump. Mitchie spun around and slightly stumbled back. Shane continued his thought after smirking, "Mitchie, I have an extra pair of socks in my back pack." Mitchie smiled and tip toe ran over to his back pack and pulled out the socks. She pulled them over her feet and ran back to the bed before leaning in to give a kiss on the cheek to Shane. With her hands resting on the hospital bed, where she had previously been laying, she leaned over and kissed Shane on the cheek. He quickly grabbed her left wrist as she was coming back up. Her eyes darted to his in question. "Mitchie, stay for dinner?" Mitchie's face twisted in confusion. Shane clarified for her, "My mom and dad made food. They'll be back with the rest of the family to eat." Mitchie looked around and noticed extra bags in the hospital room. She identified one as Alex's purse and another as Nate's backpack.

"Are Nate and Alex here?"

"Yeah, they went to the cafeteria, though, to get some coffee."

Mitchie hesitantly questioned, "So, they saw us... lying in bed... sleeping... so they know I was here..."

Shane nodded his head. Mitchie sighed, "I think I need to go."

"Who's going to take you home?"

"I can walk."

"Mitchie, you might as well just wait for Nate to take you home."

"No, Shane. I've relied too much on you guys for stuff. I have to go home. Miley's probably wondering where I am." Mitchie grabbed her purse and threw it on to her shoulder.

"Nope. Miley stopped by." Shane was aimlessly flipping through channels.

Mitchie hesitantly asked,"What'd she say?"

"She said that she's going to be with Andrew so you should stay at my house."

Mitchie nodded and continued to stare at Shane. She hadn't noticed before but now she could see that Shane's complexion was drained and pale. His hair was flat and lifeless. His eyes didn't have that glint of a shine.

Shane added to his previous comment as Mitchie stared at him, "You should stay here."

Mitchie shook her head 'no', "I think I'm going over to Scott's tonight."

Shane's eyes darted to Mitchie's, "You've got to be kidding me."

Mitchie shook her head. Shane's voice raised in volume, "Mitchie, you can't possibly go back! You can't possibly feel safe with him. You should break up with him." With each new statement, Shane rose further to a straight back position and his voice rose. "You should stay here with me. You should get back with me. You should be my girlfriend." Shane stopped out of breath as the room door slowly opened up behind Mitchie and out from behind the door appeared Chelsea.

Shane asked in confusion, "Chelsea?"

But before Shane or Mitchie could say anything, Chelsea quickly said loudly, "I'm pregnant! And it's yours!"

Mitchie nodded, pointedly threw her eyes at Shane and walked out of the dim hospital room.

A few hours later, Mitchie was at Scott's eating left-over pizza with all of the other guys and Miley. To Miley it was normal that Mitchie was wearing Shane's clothes but to all the other guys it was weird. Out of politeness they didn't say anything but they definitely did give her an extra amount of side glances throughout dinner on the living room couch in front of the T.V. Scott was the one who gave her the most. Once they were finished eating, the guys laid back and kicked out their feet to rest it on whatever looked like a foot rest. Mitchie and Miley cleaned things up to the best of their ability but the house still looked messy. Somethings, the girls just didn't want to pick up. When the girls came back from the kitchen, Mitchie saw Scott with her phone and she inquired him about it. He replied nonchalantly, "It was wrong number." And he went back to watching the game. Mitchie didn't think twice about it. It was Scott, her boyfriend, after all. She should trust him right?

After the game finished, the boys dispersed-some left to the sorority houses, some left to their girlfriends' apartments, some (very few) went to their rooms to study, and some took their girls up to their room.

"Mitchie, where'd you go today?"

"I went to school. You dropped me off this morning, remember?"

Scott sat down on his bed, "Yeah, I remember, but I don't remember you wearing that." Scott pointed at Shane's clothing.

Mitchie shrugged, "Yeah, I borrowed it from a friend. I think I might just keep it."

Scott played around with a freed thread from the hem of his shirt, "Well... who'd you borrow it from?"

Mitchie raised an eyebrow, "Is somebody... dare I say, jealous?" Mitchie walked over as Scott's eyes fell down. She crawled up on the bed sexily and sat in between Scott's spread out legs and placed her legs on either side of his torso. She wrapped her arms around Scott's neck causing him to look up at her. He attacked her immediately. He jumped on top of her causing her to fall on her back still on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he hovered over her with his hands resting on either side of Mitchie's head. He kissed her passionately, tongues wrestling for dominance. He ripped off the sweatpants causing her to wince from the pressure on her friction burns. Her legs fell on either side of his kneeled straddled legs. Scott continued on Mitchie's lips and he made a move for the hem of her shirt. He pulled it off over her head separating their lips for a split moment. Her arms went down onto the bed and she gripped the sheets in her fists. His lips trailed down her torso as she arched her back in pleasure. He stopped on her underwear and pulled back. He was not pleased. Mitchie relaxed and her fists unraveled as she watched Scott punch the bed. She flinched but still laid where she was. She looked at him with slight alarm as she pulled her legs back to her body as she sat back up. "What's wrong?"

Scott turned his head toward Mitchie with flames in his eyes looking straight into Mitchie's, "Mitchie, you lied!"

Mitchie was confused, "About what?"

Scott began to growl out as he brought his face in closer to Mitchie's causing her to shrink back on to the bed post, "You said that you borrowed from a friend... You said you went to school... You said-"

Mitchie pushed Scott back, she was feeling uncomfortable, "So what? I'm not wearing what I was earlier."

Dangerously, Scott asked, "So then where did you get the men's underwear?"

Mitchie froze like a deer in headlights. Scott raised his hand and slapped her across the face with the back of his hand. Mitchie fell to the floor. She quickly crawled to an upward position in an attempt to be able to defend herself for whatever came next but nothing came. Scott threw her clothes at her and pushed her out into the hallway with all of her things falling to the floor as he shut the door in her face. Mitchie swiped up Shane's clothes quickly slipping them on. Wiping away some tears she grabbed her purse and sprinted out of the house. She pulled out her phone and called a taxi cab to come pick her up.

Mitchie opened the door to slip out of the cigarette scented taxi cab. Again she was met by a swarm of paparazzi. She kept her quiet and continued on into the hospital. By this time, hospital security had gotten things under control in the lobby area. Big Rob, Connect 3's personal body guard, brought Mitchie up to Shane's room once he recognized her. She wasn't sure if Shane was asleep so she slowly turned to knob to his door. She pushed it open slowly so she could slip in. She expected the room to be silent but she assumed too quickly. It was dark in the room but something was stirring. She assumed it was Chelsea who was moaning and panting like a full grown gorilla. Mitchie switched the lights on.

Mitchie thought that she would've seen Chelsea on top of Shane... but she assumed too quickly again. Mitchie's mouth dropped open; it wasn't the sight of ugly Chelsea butt naked but it was the fact that it was Jake under her. Mitchie backed out of the room and closed the door. She began to laugh hysterically but then stopped when she grew disgusted with the noises coming on the other side of the door. She power walked to the cafeteria where she assumed that she would find the Gray family. Once she spotted them, she quickly ran over to Alex and pulled her away causing the Gray family to stare at Mitchie bewildered with her unexpected behavior.

In rushed whispers Mitchie spilled what she just saw, "Alex, Chelsea's cheating on Shane, get this, with Jake!"

Alex grabbed Mitchie's arms, "Whoa, slow down there Missy. First of all what? Secondly, what are you doing here? We thought you went home."

Mitchie took a deep breath and bust out in uncontrollable laughter. Once she did gain control a good five minutes later, she didn't think about what she was saying but just answered Alex's questions, "..'.''.'...'?'anditturnsoutitwasn''sJakeandhehasTesswho''','.'!" As Mitchie finished she took a huge breath and let it out leaving a relaxed grin on her face. The Gray family had their mouths slightly ajar. They were amazed that she could say so much in a little amount of breaths but then again she's a singer with a powerhouse voice. Alex and the Gray family didn't catch the part about Scott hitting Mitchie or him about to have sex with her for the millionth time since their relationship started not too long ago except for Shane. Alex hadn't been focusing on the words that came out of Mitchie's mouth at first because she didn't expect them to come out so fast but she did hear the part about her catching Chelsea with Jake. Shane heard it all, even from the start when she said 'Iwentothefrathouse...'. He had thought that she would spill it out so quickly since it was supposed to be a secret. Shane's face twisted in confusion. Mrs. Gray and Nate turned to see Shane's facial expression but they had misconstrued it as hurt and confusion because of Chelsea, not because of Mitchie. Nate knew that Shane still loved Mitchie but he didn't hear the first half of what Mitchie said, so he just assumed it was about Chelsea.

Nate reached over and rubbed Shane's back, "Hey man, it's okay. Chelsea wasn't worth it anyways."

Mrs. Gray had worried eyes, "Nate, don't say that about Chelsea. I agree, Chelsea wasn't worth it but you got her pregnant son. You need to stay with her. Who else is going to be the father of the baby if it's not you?"

Mr. Gray nodded in agreement with his wife, "You need to take responsibility for that baby, Shane Gray."

Shane nodded but looked back at Mitchie who was now calm and expectantly staring at Shane. He quickly gave her a smile which quickly faded as she pulled aside a hospital personnel and asked them, "Excuse me, could you do me a huge favor and change the sheets in Shane Gray's room? Thank you" The hospital personnel walked away with a nod. Shane chuckled to himself. -

Today, Mitchie skipped school to spend time with Shane. When he woke up, Mitchie was lightly nodding off in the chair beside his bed. He smiled as he watched Mitchie's head slowly fall and then jerk back up to rest on her hand. He looked at her as if she were an angel what with the morning sunshine shining in through the dusty windows caused an ethereal glow behind Mitchie. She was beautiful in the best way. Mitchie was insecure but to Shane her body was absolutely perfect. A few more moments of him staring at her with a slight smile. His mom came in accidentally waking up Mitchie. Shane turned his head towards the door to see his mom come in with breakfast. She set it down on the little bed table that was near the foot of the bed. It was double the usual so Shane assumed it was for him and Mitchie. His mom quickly scurried out giving Shane a quick smile and a nod towards Mitchie who was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Shane looked over at Mitchie as the door closed behind his mom.

Playfully with a sexy smirk, Shane said, "Good morning, Gorgeous."

Mitchie sheepishly giggled, "Good morning to you."

Shane pointed at the small table, "My mom brought us breakfast."

Mitchie looked at it, "Oh, your mom is so sweet."

It's been about a week since Mitchie caught Chelsea on top of Jake. Every morning, somehow Mitchie would end up in Shane's hospital room.

"So, where'd you get the clothes?" Shane smirked as he chewed a piece of syrup covered waffle.

Mitchie was chewing some waffle too as she looked down sheepishly and back up to Shane. She swallowed and then said, "Um, I hope you don't mind that I'm wearing your clothes."

Shane nodded his head to an empty space he made on the bed after he saw Mitchie straining to reach for her breakfast, "Come sit here."

She got up and walked around the bed and as she was climbing on Shane immediately said, "Whoa!" She stopped mid-climb, "You're clean right? I don't want Scott sex all over my bed. I just got my sheets changed."

Mitchie gave him a facial expression that caused him to chuckle, "Yes, I am. After I left Scott's, I went to your house." She finished getting on the bed. She crossed her legs in criss-cross applesauce style. In a haughty voice she said playfully, "I wouldn't even imagine getting into your clothes dirty from sex with Scott." Then her tone changed that it made it sound like she just had a hot and gooey brownie that just came out of the oven, "But oh my god, he was good. I kept him going all night."

Shane looked at Mitchie with a raised eyebrow which made Mitchie want to retract her comment. She pushed him and said, "Gosh, Shane I'm just kidding. I didn't have sex with Scott last night. Hence the reason I still wear this ring on my finger." She held up her left hand to show off her purity ring.

Shane grabbed her hand as if he was inspecting the ring and then he pulled her hand down onto the bed gently holding onto it, "Good, because you're mine!" Mitchie stared at their hands causing Shane to look down at them too. She wiggled her hand free but then came back to his to intertwine their fingers. She scooted closer to Shane and placed their hands in her lap before she went back to eating her waffles as if everything was normal. Shane just stared at her as she finished half of her waffles. But his staring session was interrupted when the nurse knocked on the door signaling that she was about to enter the room.

"Good morning, Shane. Good morning, Mitchie." The nurse brightly greeted the both of them. "Shane, it's time for you to go for a walk." When the nurse said 'walk,' she meant that Shane would be sitting in a wheelchair as the nurse or his mother would wheel him around.

Mitchie looked up at the nurse and said like it was no problem, "I can take Shane today." The nurse nodded and pulled the wheelchair in. Mitchie let go of Shane's hand, leaving his hand cold. She slid off of the bed and went to aid the nurse help Shane off the bed. Once Shane was on the wheelchair, the nurse left the two alone. "Alright Shane. Get ready for the joyride of your life."

Shane smirked, "Why are you going to let me ride you?"

Mitchie stopped. She was dead quiet and Shane's smirk disappeared, "I was kidding Mitchie."

Mitchie humorously replied with a smile, "Let's hold back the dirty comments." Her smile let Shane know that she wasn't offended and that she was okay with the joke.

Mitchie began to wheel Shane out in the busy hallway. She was sure that she wouldn't go anywhere near the elevators, typically, the paparazzi were successful enough to get that far but not far enough in to get to Shane's room. At this hospital, they had a special garden in a room with windows as walls. It was a large, peaceful escape for the people who stayed in the hospital for long periods of time. Once they got there, the sunshine shined down upon Shane and Mitchie. Here, they felt safe to speak in the open.

Mitchie sat down on one of the limestone barriers they had around a bed of flowers that came up to Mitchie's knees. She looked where she had left Shane, in front of her. As she pushed back her bangs, Shane asked her a question that had been on his mind, "Mitchie, what are you doing with Scott?"

"Gosh, Shane. I'm not having sex with the boy." Mitchie giggled. Her hands dropped into her lap.

Shane was completely serious though, "No, Mitch. That's not what I mean. I mean, what are you doing with him?"

Mitchie's smile dropped, "I'm with him, Shane. I'm with him because I lo...lo...love him?"

Shane stared deeply into Mitchie's eyes, "You don't sound so sure."

Mitchie became defensive, "Shane! I love the fool. Okay?"

Shane stared at her more harshly, "How can you say you love him so quickly when all he wants to do is have sex with you? Whereas when you were with me, I gave you a real relationship and you pushed me away when I said I loved you."

Mitchie sighed, "You know what Shane, I don't have to explain myself to you. Just like you don't have to explain to me why you had sex with Zoey when you were with me or like why you didn't chase me instead you went with Chelsea." Her voice had risen with each new claim.

After a few seconds of silence and angry fuming, Mitchie regained herself and bitterly asked, "By the way, what are you going to do with that baby on the way?"

Shane spit out at her (not literally spit but the way his words came out so quickly), "Why does it matter to you so much? Even if I told you that it's not mine, you wouldn't believe me."

Mitchie started to point her index finger at Shane, "You've got to be kidding me! I've caught you on top of Chelsea, you can't say that you've never had sex."

"Well believe it Mitchie, I've never had sex. I still wear this ring for a reason too. And don't be so hypocritical, isn't it the same thing that you're doing with Scott?"

"I can't believe this, you're comparing what I do with Scott to what you do with Chelsea? Well, Scott never impregnated me!"

"I didn't impregnate anybody either!"

Mitchie stood up and by this time their voices were loud enough for people to hear them on the other side of the closed garden door, "You're lying to me!" She leaned in to be level with his face but she was still screaming, "Stop freaking lying to me, Shane! Just stop!"

Shane was equally as angry and loud but he couldn't stand up, "I'm not lying to you, Mitchie!"

"OH, yeah okay you're not lying to me!" Mitchie said it mocking Shane. "You're such a good bold-face liar."

Shane was angry but lowered his voice, "I don't know what to tell you anymore, Mitchie. You won't believe me anyways."

"Yeah? Try me."

Shane looked at Mitchie, "First, you need to sit down. You need to calm down. And you need to listen before you talk." Mitchie sat down and gently placed her hands in her lap and waited for Shane to continue, "I didn't even want to tell anybody..."

"Shane."

"But I guess I have to since one of the most important people in my life won't stand by me."

Mitchie stood up, "That's it. I'm done." She walked out of the garden leaving Shane to fend for himself. Shane was upset and lost his cool. He slammed his fist into the arm rest of the wheel chair. He let out a groan and let his head fall back. He closed his eyes to enjoy the silence or rather the moment to sort out his thoughts. But then somebody came into the garden running, Shane didn't bother to open his eyes and then he was surprised by the aggressive kiss he was receiving. After opening his eyes and realizing who it was, he played his own part in the kiss causing the aggressive kiss to also be a passionate one. He pulled away for air and she rested her head on his forehead as they breathed in and out.

Shane breathed out, "I love you, Mitchie. I love you with all my heart."

Mitchie pulled away and slapped Shane, "I hate you." Her hand ran back to the cheek she had slapped and she gently kissed it as if to heal his stinging pain. She whispered against his cheek, "I love you."

He pulled away in surprise, "What?"

Mitchie sat down in her original seat and sighed, "I'm ready to hear your story."

Shane sighed, "I don't want to tell you. You just have to believe me when I say that I've never had sex with Chelsea or Zoey, that this ring on my finger is there for a reason."

Mitchie nodded and quietly said, "I'll try but I won't guarantee anything." Mitchie looked down at her shoes, "When is she due?"

Shane shrugged, "I haven't talked to her."

Mitchie looked up at Shane but Shane continued, "So, tell me, Mitchie. I heard you last week and it's been bothering me." Shane breathed and squinted his eyes, "You said something along the lines of 'he noticed that you were wearing boxer briefs and he knew that you could only get it from a boy and he slapped you'."

Mitchie's eyes showed her emotion as startled and hesitantly trying to defend her boyfriend she said, "No... Shane. It's not like that." Even though she knew it was. "It's just that... I mean... Where else could I have gotten your underwear except from you. It's understandable that he'd be upset."

"But that doesn't mean that he should slap you."

"Shane... why did you remember what I said a week ago? It's not important anyways."

Shane seemed like he was ready to kill, "If he ever touches you again-"

He didn't get the chance to finish before Mitchie interrupted him, "No, Shane. Why do you keep on making my boyfriend out to be the bad guy?"

"I don't have to make him out to be the bad guy. He's already bad."

"Shane... If you can't accept my boyfriend then I can't hang out with you." Mitchie stood up and wiped off imaginary dirt on the back of the pants she borrowed from Shane. She took one more last look at Shane and walked out of the garden.

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