A/N: So, not a lot of people reviewed the first chapter, but that's fine (: I'm glad those than reviewed enjoyed it! This chapter will be more development into their relationship.

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-Caitlin

"It's ugly."

I gaped at my mom's rude answer. "Wh-what do you mean?"

My mom scoffed, but then smiled. It was most likely an attempt to tell me she really wasn't trying to be mean. "Honey, you look like a cross between going to the gym and trampy Sandy from Grease."

I honestly couldn't believe what I was hearing. My outfit, consisting of a jean skirt, leggings, boots, and a one-shouldered sweatshirt, was carefully coordinated between cute and trying not to care. "I like it."

My mom put down the dish she was cleaning, and then gave me her best 'Are you Serious?' look.

"You're going to Shane's, aren't you?"

My stomach dropped. Besides me, my mother was the only other person who knew about my crush on Shane. I didn't even tell her. It's like she has mother ESP, or something.

I bit my lip. "Well, yeah. How did you know?"

She pretended to be deep in thought. "Hon, you spent an hour trying on clothes, and then you come downstairs looking like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Go upstairs and change. You and Shane are friends even when you dress appropriately."

I rolled my eyes. "Exactly. We're friends."

My mom ignored my response. "You better go change. You're meeting him at six, right?"

Knowing I was fighting a losing battle, I trudged up the stairs, much to my mother's satisfaction.

My mind must have been somewhere else, because for some reason, I got lost on the way to Shane's house.

It's okay, I guess. After all, I've only been there fifty million times.

When I finally arrived, I ran to the door and tripped on the garden gnome in his yard that belonged to his brother, Jason. I must have sprained my ankle, because it was throbbing when I finally reached his porch.

I knocked on the door with urgency, although I don't really know why.

"You're late."

When Shane answered the door, I wasn't sure at first if he was angry or joking, or both. When he finally cracked a smile, a sense of relief came over me.

"Sorry. You won't believe this, but I actually got lost."

He laughed. "Knowing you? It doesn't surprise me."

I scowled and started walking in his house, heading toward his room. "Are your parents home?"

He must have noticed I was limping, because he answered my question with his own. "Mitchie, you tripped over the garden gnome again, didn't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on, Mitch. Let me carry you upstairs. There's no way you'll make it up without help."

I paused for a second. That was the thing about Shane's house. It was ginormous. I mean, his dad is a real estate agent and his mom was an extremely successful accountant, so they could afford to have a nice house. But he was right. I could never make it upstairs with a sprained/possibly broken ankle.

I sighed. "Oh, alright."

He smirked. "Piggy back on me, Mitchie."

I laughed at his silliness and hopped on. When we arrived at his room, he let me down gently and laughed. "Geez Mitch, lay off the cheeseburgers."

I slapped his shoulder half jokingly. "Jerk."

"Oh, come on. I was only joking." He paused for a second, giving me a once-over, "By the way, you look nice."

Okay, so maybe my mother did know a thing or two about clothes. After having been exiled to my room to change, I put on a white t-shirt with a blue flowy tank top over it and my jeans. I had my hair pulled back in a half ponytail. I have to admit, it did look better.

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Shane."

He returned with a grin. "You're welcome. How was school today?"

"Shane, we have four classes and lunch together."

"Well, I mean besides that." He responded goofily.

"Fine, I guess. I think I epic failed my chemistry test today though."

"I think you epic fail at life, Mitch."

I pretended to be offended. "Wow, real mature."

"You know it."

There was an awkward pause before he talked again. "Will you listen to the song I wrote?"

"No."

I tried to keep a straight face, but I started laughing. "Of course I will, Shane."

He smiled genuinely. "Okay, good. It's kind of rough, but I think you'll like it."

Shane picked up his guitar and started to sing.

Now I'm speechless

Over the edge of just breathless

I never thought it catch this

Lovebug again.

Hopeless, head over heels in the moment

I never thought that I'd get hit

By this Lovebug again.

He cleared his throat when he was done. "It's not done, and that's only the chorus, but I think it's okay."

He probably thought I hated it, because I couldn't bring myself to say anything. But really, the song was beautiful. It's one thing that he can play, but it's just unfair that he can write great lyrics too. "It's…amazing, Shane."

He grinned. "Thanks." He put his guitar down and started playing with my hands. "Mitchie, I have to ask you something."

Taken aback by his sudden seriousness, I kept my cool. "Okay, what is it?"

He sighed. "I don't want it to change anything in our friendship, because I value it more than anything. So, just keep an open mind, okay?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Shane, what's this about?"

"Prom."

My heart started beating faster. "Okay…why does it concern me?"

"Like I said, I don't want our friendship to change, okay?"

Oh my gosh. He was going to ask me to prom. "Okay, I promise."

"Mitch, I've been thinking…"

Thump. Thump. Thump. My heart raced.

"And if it's okay with you, I was thinking about…"

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"…Asking Tess Tyler to prom."

Thump.

A/N: So a bit of a cliff-hanger. In the next chapter, I'll explain why Shane taking Tess to prom is a problem, as well as introduce Nate, Jason, and Caitlyn. I'll have another update in the next couple of days. Oh, and the song is Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers.

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-Caitlin!