"Mitchie!," I yelled - yet again. This was the fourth time I was calling her.

"Here!," she yelled as she bounded down the stairs.

"How come you took so long?" I asked.

"Sorry Cat," she said.

"Wait a minute," I said, "Are you wearing concealer?"

"Um, yeah,"

"Why?"

"Well, you see," she began, "I had a pimple, so...,"

"A pimple?" I asked, "Mitchie, you've never concealed a pimple in your life. You always believed that it's best to show it, than hide it and be like Tess,"

"There is always a time when such things are absolutely necessary," she defended herself.

"Yeah, times like when you want to impress a guy and...Oh my god," I said.

"Wh-What?" she asked, "Is it showing?"

"Jack? You're trying to impress Jack?"

"No!," she yelled, "No," she said again softly.

I looked at her like she was crazy, and then pulled her up to her room.

"Talk," I said, sitting on the bed.

"Well, you see, Jack had been on my mind. I don't know why, but everytime I think about Shane, Jack takes over me. This is so wrong, Cat. I feel like a cheater. What do I do? I just want to stop myself, but I can't...," she trailed off.

"Stop Mitch. It's simple. You're having Shane sickness,"

"Shane sickness?"

"Yeah. You've been apart from him for about two weeks now. You are used to his warmth around you all the time. And now you miss him so much, that you feel like taking Jack's support to get rid of this anxious feeling,"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Believe me or not, the first time Nate left, I almost kissed another guy. But I stopped myself in time, and reminded myself that I belong to him, and no one else. When he came back, we talked about it,"

"Was he mad?"

"No. He understood all of it. He said that next time, whenever I miss him, I should just call him, regardless of the time. This way, he can calm me down, and we can be happy again,"

"Wow,"

"I think you should talk to Shane,"

"But Shane is not Nate. What if he doesn't understand?"

"Believe me, he will. Just call him, okay?"

"Okay," she said reaching for the phone.

She dialed his number and looked at me. I gave her an encouraging smile, and waited for her. She suddenly snapped her face in the phone's direction.

"H-Hello?" she said.

After a brief pause, she said, "Good. I just wanted to talk to you...yeah...well, you see...it's just that...just that...I...I...," and then she broke into sobs. She disconnected the phone call and ran to her room.

I didn't follow her. I knew she wanted to be alone.

xXx

I woke up to my room in complete darkness. Somewhere between my crying session, I had fallen asleep.

I looked at the time. The digital click said '9:24' pm.

I went downstairs to find a note on the fridge. It said that my mom and dad were at Grandma's again.

Seems like Caitlyn didn't tell them anything. I went to the kitchen and made myself some hot chocolate. I opened the window and looked outside.

To my surprise, it was windy. I closed the window again and headed to the TV.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I sighed, and got up to open it. Once I did, I gasped.

There before me, stood Shane Gray himself. The Shane Gray who's supposed to be on tour, and right now should be in Connecticut.

He hugged me, and pushed me inside. He closed the door. He engulfed me in his arms again, and then carried me bridal style up the stairs.

Once we were in my room, he closed all the lights and then lay me down on the bed, and climbed in alongside me.

"Shane," I said. A gazillion questions were on my mind. Why was he here?

"Just relax, okay?" he said. I snuggled up to him. About 5 seconds later, I bolted up and jumped out of the bed. I switched on the lights and looked at the man of perfection.

"Shane! Why are you here? Is everything okay?"

"Isn't that something I should be asking you?"

"What?" I asked.

"Your call today. You started crying, and then hung up on me. I was so worried. And then you wouldn't pick up your phone too,"

"So you came here?"

"Yeah," he said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I just sat next to him on my bed.

"Shane," I said, "I'm having Shane sickness,"

"Shane sickness?" he chuckled.

"Don't laugh," I said, "It's just that I missed you so much, and then I met this guy at the pool, and I couldn't stop thinking about him, and, yeah," I said.

"You couldn't stop thinking about him?" he asked.

"I don't know why," I said, "I just wanted you around me so much, and I missed you. And then Cat told me that Jack was just a Shane to me,"

"I get it," he said softly.

"You what?"

"I get it,"

"I don't believe it," I said, "I thought you'd be mad or something,"

"Never," he said, "I missed you too. There was this girl who had a backstage pass to my concert, and she looked so much like you. And then I acted around her like a lovesick boy, and almost kissed her. Luckily, she was a nice girl, so she stopped me. I can't thank her enough for what she did. If she was one of those sluts, I would've gone all the way with her,"

I just stared at him. I knew what he was thinking. He was wondering whether I was mad or not. But truthfully, I was shocked. Does Shane really feel that way for me? Does he really want to go all the way with me?

"Mitchie," he said softly.

"I love you," I blurted out.

"I love you too," he said, "And I'm sick of all this. Mitchie, I know that we should wait a little longer, but we love each other. Isn't that all that matters?"

"Yes," I said.

"Will you be my...," he didn't even get to finish his sentence, because I jumped on him and kissed him with all I had. And then I screamed at least a thousand yes' at once.

He laughed and kissed me again. We both were so happy.

"But I have to leave tomorrow," he said.

"I know," I said.

"You know," he said, "I thought you'd say something like 'way to ruin the moment, Shane', or be mad at me,"

"Why would I be mad at you?" I asked, "I know that you have to leave soon. And plus, I want you to. I don't want to come between you and your career, Shane,"

"Thank You," he said.

"You're welcome," I said.

"Now, do you want to sleep?" he asked.

"Sure," I said, "Lets cuddle together, okay?" I said.

"Okay, but won't your parents be mad?"

"Nah, they're not at home,"

"Ah. so I have a girlfriend who's a good girl in her parent's eye but gets naughty once they leave the house...,"

"Shut up," I said, giggling.

"Just say it, Mitch. You wanna sleep with me, right?"

"Shut up Shane," I said laughing, "I'm still a good girl. But if you want me to be good with you around, then you're most welcome to take the couch downstairs,"

"Nah," he said, "I'd rather be with my girlfriend,"

I blushed when he said that. I was officially his girlfriend. I was so happy.

My life couldn't get any better.

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