I have to admit. Shopping was fun. I now have a whole new wardrobe, full of stuff I couldn't even imagine owning.

"A corset?" asked Caitlyn, "Really?"

"I'm trying out for a bolder look," I said defensively.

"Yeah. But bolder does not mean looking like a hooker,"

"My clothes don't define who I am. If I want to wear it, it's fine,"

"Alright," she said, "And what do we have here? You're going to wear something underneath that "shirt", aren't you?"

"Of course," I said, "I'm not going that bold"

Caitlyn and I were sorting and arranging through my new wardrobe. We had two days before I could get back to school, and I still had to get my eye bandage taken off.

Speaking of eye bandage, I had a doctor's appointment that day, so that the doctor could examine my eye.

I have to admit, I was excited. I was tired of crashing into things because of lack of sight in one eye, and I really wanted to see how my bruise looked now.

"It's probably purple. Or green and yellow," said Caitlyn flipping through a magazine.

"Ew," I said, "I mean, I'm okay with a bruise looking like that, since it hasn't seen sunlight and air for a long time, but I don't want Shane to see it"

"Oh please," said Caitlyn,"That boy's too much in love with you to think about how disgusting your eye looks"

"And where exactly do you think he stares when he's talking to me?" I asked.

"Uhhh...in your eyes?"

"Exactly,"

"Mitchie!," called my mom, "It's time to leave for the doctor's! Ask Caitlyn if she wants to come for support,

"Please?" I asked, "I could really use an honest opinion about how horrible I look"

"Alright," she said.

xXx

"How does it look?" I asked.

"Actually, it looks okay" she said, looking carefully, "It's purple, but not in a disgusting way. It's like, I don't know, but definitely not disgusting or even bad"

"Good," I said, breathing a sigh of relief. The bandage removing was surprisingly not as painful as I thought. The doctor was extremely gentle and nice about it. He even gave me a lollipop for being a good patient.

"You wanna leave now?" asked my mother.

"Sure," I said.

We drove home in silence. Mostly because I was too busy sucking my lollipop.

Once we reached home, I raced to my room. I opened the door, and found Shane on my bed, reading.

"Hi," he said looking up, "Wow. That looks much better than it did before"

"Yeah," I said, shyly. I sat on my bed, next to him, and inspected the book he was reading.

He stared at me.

"What?" I asked, "Is my bruise really that bad?"

"No," he said, "It's just that when I see you sucking that lollipop so sensuously, it drives me crazy"

"Hmmm...does it make you horny?"

We both stared at each other. This was the first time we'd talked so openly about sex, and that too, so bluntly.

"Yes," he finally said, smiling impishly.

"No," I said.

"Please?" he asked.

"No Shane," I said, "I'm not having sex with you in my house"

"But, you're the one who's responsible for making me like this"

"Not in this house,"

"Then let's go out. And book a hotel room,"

"No," I said.

"Why?"

"Why? Because, I don't want to tell my parents we are going out, and then have sex with you in a hotel room, and then come back. I can't face them like that"

"Is having sex with me really that bad?" he said, getting a little loud.

"No, it's just...,"

"Just what? Are you ashamed to be with me? Are you using me?"

"No! Of course not! Why would I?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm a world famous rockstar,"

"Shane," I whispered, "What are you saying?"

"I don't know. You've been so distant lately,"

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice. But I've been home after so long. Having an injury actually made me get closer to my parents. I was just making use of it,"

"That doesn't mean you can ignore me all you want,"

"I'm not ignoring you," I said firmly, getting a little angry myself.

"Of course you are. You're taking me for granted,"

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Why would I?"

"Because you're using me,"

I stood there quietly. He'd said too much. He walked out of the room, and banged the door shut. It wasn't until I heard the front door thud when I finally began to cry.

xXx

"So he just left?" asked Nate.

"Yes," I said.

"What a jerk," said Caitlyn.

"Yeah," said Nate.

"Um Nate," I said, "Has he been...you know...stressed about something?"

"I don't think so,"

"Anything. The tour. Maybe the new manager, or it could be the food. Maybe he doesn't like the food he's eating on the bus,"

"The food's fine on the bus. It's his own paradise,"

"Speaking of paradise," said Caitlyn, "What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be preparing for school?"

"I came here, because Mitchie is my best friend, and I need to be there for her,"

"In other words, you don't know what to keep in your schoolbag, right?"

"Maybe,"

"I love you guys," I said, smiling for the first time in 4 hours.

There was a knock on the door, and the door opened without waiting for a reply.

And in walked Shane, soaking wet.

"It's raining," he said.

We stared at each other. Well, he stared at me. I looked everywhere but him.

"Well," said Nate, pulling up Caitlyn, "Caity and I have a movie date, so bye!"

The left quickly and closed the door. Now Shane and I were alone. Literally.

My parents were out on a date, and the house was empty. Except, of course, it had two awkward teenagers looking like idiots in it.

"Mitchie...," said Shane.

I looked the opposite way.

He took another step towards me. I quickly got up from my bed and walked towards the window.

"I know you're mad at me," he said.

"I'm not mad," I said honestly.

"You're upset," he said.

I didn't reply to that one.

"Mitchie, I'm sorry. I know I said some stuff that made you sad, and I honestly regret it,"

I still didn't look at him.

Suddenly, I felt two arms slide around my waist.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Sorry doesn't cut it!," I yelled, and broke apart from him, "You honestly have NO idea how much you've hurt me, and yet you're standing here, presenting me with a meaningless apology. Why don't you just leave me already? You never trust me. All you do is doubt me, and question everything I do. You know what? Maybe you should get together with Tess, because obviously she's much better suited for you, because she knows exactly what to do with you"

"I'm sorry," he said, looking at me in the eye.

"Sorry for what? Do you even know what you said?"

"I accused you of using me,"

"Well, do you think I am?"

"No,"

"Lie,"

"No. You're not using me. Because you're Mitchie. And my Mitchie doesn't use anyone. Because she loves everyine and she could never hurt the people she loves,"

"Then why did you say all that?" I whispered.

"I was frustrated. All this time, you've endured so much for me. And what did I give you back? Nothing. You almost lost your eye because of me, Mitchie. And the only thing I've given you is myself when we make love. So I figured that the only way I can make you happy is through physical love. That's why I was angry. Because I wanted to love you, since that is the only thing I can do, but you wouldn't let me,"

"Shane," I said, "You honestly have no idea of how much you do for me with the tiniest of actions. You being here for me is honestly everything that I want. When we're together, I forget everything. When you smile, I smile too, because I can't help it. Don't you see? You being alive is more than enough for me. So quit all the 'I'm can't be there for you', because you obviously are"

"Mitchie," he said, and pulled me to him. He hugged me tight, and then, captured my lips into a long, deep kiss.

As we kissed, he caressed my cheek, which made me smile.

That night, we made love on my bed.

Bold Font: Hello. We haven't seen you all in long.

EnchantixTracy: Well, our school hates us.

Bold Font: Your school.

EnchantixTracy: Well, whatever. Hope you all liked it!

Bold Font: She's an idiot, so she has to study all the time *snicker*

EnchantixTracy: You're an idiot.

Bold Font: Stupid :P

EnchantixTracy: *glares*