A/N: I did it! Here is the next chapter! Tomorrow is my birthday and I have a buttload of stuff do so there might not be another chapter until next weekend at the latest! I hope you like this chapter!

Mitchie sighed, driving into her a parking spot back at the school. She quickly gathered the bags from her trunk and walked to her dorm.

"Mitchie? Is that you?" Caitlyn poked her head out of the closet.

"Yeah," Mitchie said, arms full of bags, kicking the door shut behind her. "Sorry I took so long, the lines were crazy."

Mitchie didn't think it was important to mention running into Shane. At this point she figured any chance that they had of ever being together was gone and that she should just move on herself.

"Did you get any ice cream? I'm having a terrible craving!" Caitlyn asked, walking over to the bags of food.

"You're in luck," Mitchie laughed pulling out cartons of ice cream. "I got three different kinds, chocolate, mint chocolate chip, and fudge tracks."

"You are my best friend!" Caitlyn exclaimed grabbing all three cartons from Mitchie's hands. "I shall have some of each!"

With the combination of ice cream, soda, and other sugary snacks, Caitlyn and Mitchie stayed up all night laughing, watching movies and talking about life before they had met each other. It took Mitchie's mind off of Shane, which is exactly what she needed.

It was six in the morning when the two girls' eye lids couldn't stay open any longer. They both knew their sleeping schedule would be messed up because of this but they didn't care.

"Mitchie." Caitlyn groaned, later that afternoon.

Mitchie groaned and rolled over. The two girls didn't make it to their beds and were spread out across their floor.

"Mitchie, wake up. You're phone is going off, make it stop!" Caitlyn whined, hitting Mitchie over the head with a pillow.

Mitchie groaned again and stretched her arm out, not wanting to open her eyes, looking for her phone. A few moments later she finally found it. "Hello?" She answered while her voice cracked.

"Honey! It's about time you answered!" Her mother's cheerful voice said.

"Mom?" Mitchie groaned.

"Don't use that tone with me!" Her mother said.

"Sorry, Mom. Your call just woke me up. Caitlyn and I stayed up too late and didn't get much sleep."

"Oh, I'm sorry honey." Her mother sympathized. "And I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you."

"What are you talking about, mom?" Mitchie asked confused.

"Well, you're father and I are walking into your dorm building as we speak."

Mitchie shot up, suddenly feeling wide awake.

"What is it?" Caitlyn mouthed, seeing the shock on Mitchie's face.

"What do you mean you and Dad are here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Mitchie asked, struggling to stand up and find her sweatshirt.

"We wanted to surprise you because we missed you," Her mother spoke. "Now, could you please open the door? It's a bit strange standing outside a door while talking on the phone with the person on the other side of the door."
Mitchie hung up the phone and opened the door. Sure enough, there were her parents standing at her door with a suitcase in one of each of their hands.

"Hi, Mom and Dad." Mitchie smiled nervously.

"Hi honey!" Her mother smiled, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"I can't believe you guys are here."

"We just couldn't wait to see you any longer." Her father commented.

Mitchie smiled and quickly hugged her father.

"Oh," she said pulling away. "Parents, this is my roommate, Caitlyn. Caitlyn, these are my parents Connie and Terry."

"Hi, Caitlyn. Mitchie has told us a lot about you." Her mother smiled, going in for a hug.

Caitlyn obliged and hugged back.

"It's nice to meet you both." Caitlyn smiled.

"I'm sorry about waking you two up." Connie smiled. "What were you girls doing last night?"

"We went to the movies, came back here, I ran back out and got some junk food and we ate our hearts out watching chick flicks." Mitchie smiled.

Connie smiled. "That sounds fun."

Both girls nodded.

"Well, your father and I should be going. We just wanted to see you before we checked into our hotel." Connie smiled.

"Okay," Mitchie said. "I'll call you guys when I've properly woken up."

"See you soon, sweetie." Connie kissed the top of Mitchie's head and walked back toward the door.

Mitchie's father did the same and followed her mother out the door.

"Well," Caitlyn said. "That was a surprised."

"Yeah," Mitchie scratched the back of her neck. "I'm sorry about that. If I had known I would have given you more warning."

"Don't worry about it," Caitlyn patted her shoulder. "They seem great and they really love you."

Mitchie nodded in agreement. She knew her parents loved her and that they were there because they cared, but she couldn't help but be nervous. She was afraid of them running into Shane before she could tell them he was there.

"I better shower and get coffee," Mitchie said rubbing her face. "My parent's will probably start calling compulsively if I don't get back to them in an hour." She laughed.

"Alright," Caitlyn said. "You have fun. I'm going to get back to sleep because unlike you, I don't have parents here to entertain."

"You lucky butt." Mitchie laughed.

"Goodnight!"

Mitchie took a quick shower and was ready and out the door in just under an hour. She got to her car and stood at the driver's side door, digging through her bag looking for her keys when a pair of hands wrapped around her waist.

"Shane," Mitchie groaned. "I have somewhere to be. I don't have time for you right now."

"Where do you have to be that's more important than talking to me?" He smirked, turning Mitchie around to face him.

She pushed his hands off her and continued to look for her keys. Once she found them she opened her car door and threw her purse into the car, turning her attention back to Shane.

"My parents are in town." She crossed her arms over her chest.

Shane's face whitened. "Oh, when did they get here?"

"About an hour ago," She looked down at the ground. "They don't know you're here so if I were you I'd cool it with your attempts at convincing me to give you another chance."

"How much do they hate me?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

"On a scale of one to ten?" Mitchie said. "Twenty."