A/N: Ah! I got this out sooner than planned! :) Gotta love having subs in classes, that way you can just do whatever you want instead of learning ;D

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"Hi, honey." Mitchie's mom greeted when she finally arrived to the hotel.

"Hey, Mom." She smiled back, stepping inside.

"You're father is in the shower but afterward we were thinking we all should go out to an early dinner. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great, Mom."

Mitchie didn't realize just how much she missed her parents until she was spending time with them. It had been so easy for her to walk away without a thought that she forgot exactly what she was leaving behind.

"How long are you guys in town for?" Mitchie asked on the drive back to her parent's hotel.

"Only a week." Terry answered.

"I've really missed you guys." Mitchie smiled.

Connie smiled back, turning around in the front seat slightly and gripping Mitchie's hand. "We've missed you two sweetie. We're just happy to see that you're finally happy."

Mitchie frowned a little.

"After what happened with Shane, you were just in some funk. You weren't the same after you two broke up."

Mitchie wanted nothing more than to make her mother stop talking. She had known it was a matter of time before the subject was to come up, but she had hoped she had a little more time to think of something to say to make Shane's presence in her life sound less terrible to her parents.

"Yeah, things were definitely different." She mumbled.

"I'm glad he's out of your life now. As much as I had hoped you two would have worked out, I wouldn't want to see my baby girl that unhappy again."

Mitchie sighed and looked out the car window. This of course didn't go unnoticed by her father.

"What's wrong, Mitchie?" He asked, creasing his brow.

"Nothing," she smiled weakly. "I'm fine."

"Are you thinking about him?"

Mitchie stayed silent, knowing if she spoke again her parents would see right through her lies. Lucky for her, they dropped the subject after a few moments of no response.

When they got back to the hotel, Mitchie excused herself, saying she needed to get back to school. Her father walked her out, while her mother stayed at the room to shower.

"I know you don't like to talk about Shane but you shouldn't let his name effect you," Terry spoke as they walked. "He's gone now, you're in a new state, you should start over here. I know that's one of the reasons you pushed to come to California for college in the first place."

"Yes, that is why I came here, at first," Mitchie admitted. "To escape from everything that kept me linked to Shane, but now I have made peace with it. I do want a fresh start here but it's not because he broke my heart anymore but it's more because I just need to find me."

"But, something is still bothering you." Terry stated.

Mitchie simply nodded.

"Would you like to tell me what it is? You know you can tell me anything, sweetie."

"Even though I've come to terms with what he did it is still hard on me."

"Why?" He asked.

Mitchie took a deep breath. "Shane is here. He goes to school with me and he wants to be with me again." She finally admitted.

Her father smiled softly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walked. "I know."

Mitchie's head shot up and looked at her father in the eyes, confusion written all over her expression.

"I saw him as your mother and I were leaving the campus. Luckily, you're mother didn't see him. I don't know what she would have done if she did."

"Why didn't you say anything?" She frowned.

"I didn't think you're mother would have responded well to the news and I wasn't sure if you were aware of it or not so I didn't want to be the one to say something and worry you."

"What should I do, Dad? A part of me still has feelings for him but I don't know if I can trust him again or not."

They stopped walking; reaching Mitchie's car and Terry squeezed her shoulder. "I don't know what to tell you, Mitchie. You need to do what you think is right for you."

"I don't know what's right for me anymore," She sighed. "I honestly thought I would never have to see him again and that it was over. It never even crossed my mind that he would be back in my life and asking for a second chance."

Terry kissed the top of his daughters head reassuringly. "Have you tried just being friends and seeing where that takes things?"

"He says he can't just be my friend, I've already suggested that to him. He says he can't ignore his feelings but he still respects mine."

"You'll figure it all out, sweetie, I promise." He assured her.

"God," Mitchie chuckled lightly. "I feel like I'm still in high school."

"It does get easier. I promise."

After another few moments of talking they said goodnight and Mitchie went back to campus, feeling more confused than before but comforted by the fact that her father was there for her. Now that he knew she had hoped he would have been able to tell her what to do but he couldn't and she knew that it was her choice, her problem and she had to do this on her own.

Monday came too quickly for Mitchie's liking. She groaned as she entered her English class, dreading to see Tess.

"Shane is such a gentleman!" Mitchie heard Tess squeal upon entering the room and taking her seat.

Mitchie rolled her eyes and pulled out the materials she needed for the class before it officially started.

"Did he kiss you?" One of Tess's friends asked giggling like a little girl.

"No," Tess sighed sadly. "He only gave me a peck on the cheek, but he asked me out again tonight for dinner. He says he has something important to tell me."

Her friends gasped. "Do you think he's going to officially ask you to be his girlfriend?" Another friend asked.

"I think so!" Tess squealed excitedly. "I mean, we've only been on like one official date but I think it went really well and we really connected."

The second the class was over, Mitchie sprinted out of the room when dismissed and went straight to her dorm.

After listening to Tess's conversation she took it as a sign. It was time to let Shane go once and for all.