EnchantixTracy: Chapter 30, yay!

Bold Font: Your childishness scares me.

EnchantixTracy: Oh really? Then who is the one wearing care bears pyjama?

Bold Font: I'm virtual, so I can't wear clothes.

EnchantixTracy: Think again.

Bold Font: Oh My God! Virtual pyjamas!

EnchantixTracy: hehehe...on with the chapter people...

It's really safe to say that Mitchie and I are completely, and madly in love. I mean, who else can go on staring in their significant one's eyes for literally two hours?

Her dad was not happy when I got her home late. But who could exactly explain the whole eye staring thing in the sanest way possible?

Anyway, after a lingering goodnight kiss (which definitely left me wanting for more) Mitchie broke apart, and walked inside.

And while driving home, I received a text from her which said that her dad was mad, not only because she was late, but because she didn't have a reasonable explanation too.

I texted her an apology, and then parked my car in the garage.

On my way up to my room, I got her sweet reply, which involved an 'it's okay' and 'goodnight. Have sweet dreams.'

I threw my clothes off, and slept. I had a long weekend ahead of me. There was supposed to be some kind of parent teacher conference tomorrow, and then on Sunday there was a teacher workshop.

xXx

EnchantixTracy: It's the next day now. Time for Parent-Teacher conference...

Bold Font: Dum-Dum-Dum...

EnchantixTracy: Boldie, not now. You're supposed to do that later.

Bold Font: I was just practicing.

EnchantixTracy: Idiot...

"See you again," I said to the parents of god knows who.

This parent teacher conference was bugging me. I mean, every parent was concerned with how much homework their children had to do in music. Because apparently, math was WAY more important.

Psh. As if. Music brought light in everyone's life I know. But it's not like I have time to lecture everyone of them.

"Hello," I said to the next set of parents.

"Hello," said the woman. Her husband just grunted.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Good," she said, "You?"

"Tired," I said honestly.

"Oh," she said, and continued, "I'm here for my daughter, Mackenzie"

I quickly scanned my head to see if I remembered a girl named Mackenzie. Fortunately, I remembered her. She, unfortunately, was one of 'those' girls. And by that I mean that her boobs were shoved to my face everyday while she called me 'Shaney'

"Yes," I said, shifting in my seat.

"She's been telling me that she loves your class,"

"That's good to hear,"

"And she absolutely loves you,"

"That is good to hear too,"

"But she seems to be having certain problems with another student in class,"

"Oh really?" I said. This was the first time I had heard of such a thing.

"Yes. Apparently, a girl in her class told her that she is worthless, useless, and you see no talent or anything in her,"

"Who is this student?" I asked.

"She claims it is Mitchie Torres,"

"Mitchie?" I said a little too loudly.

"Yes, Mitchie," she said.

"There is something wrong here," I said, "Mitchie would never, ever do such a thing,"

"And why not?" she asked, narrowing her eyes, "I don't mean to brag, but Mackenzie is really pretty. And popular too. And when I saw Mitchie, I thought she was very unattractive. I mean, her smile. It's horrendous. She's ugly. Wouldn't it make sense if she was just jealous?"

"Okay," I said, getting pissed off, "First of all, Mitchie is NOT unattractive. I believe that she is the most beautiful creation I have EVER seen, in my entire life. And her smile is simply beautiful. It can make the saddest of all people happy. Second of all, Mitchie would NEVER bully someone like that. Mitchie is not the bully type, because I happen to know her up close. She is sweet, simple and innocent"

The woman's mouth dropped.

"And furthermore," I said, "Mitchie also happens to be my girlfriend. Which explains why I would know her better than anyone else out there. In case you don't know, Mitchie is horrible at lying. It's not her thing. And she's never jealous. She just appreciates everything that she believes is better than her"

"Mr. Grey. Are you saying that my daughter is a liar?"

"Your daughter. Yes. Let's talk about her," I said, "As per the federal law, as a teacher I am supposed to tell you the truth, and nothing but the whole truth about your daughter. So here it goes. Mackenzie one of those many girls who believe that showing me skin is going to win me over. She is constantly disrupting my class, and calls me 'Shaney', which is disrespectful of her as a student. She is constantly all over me, and even when I tell her to get off me, she doesn't. She's probably one of those girls out there who see me as Shane Grey, the rockstar, not Shane, the guy from New Jersey who loves music. If I were to give my opinion about her, it's Mackenzie who's jealous of Mitchie, and not the other way round"

The parents stared at me. Even the dad had some emotion on his face.

"Now," I said, "I'll tell you why Mackenzie lied to you. She probably thought that once you would tell me all this, I would break up with Mitchie, and get together with her, which is something that will not happen. Especially not after all this. I suggest you go home and tell her to stop lying to you, and since she is so desperate, go out and look for a guy who is not me but will still give her everything she wants. Good day"

The parents walked out, and the next set of parents sat on the table. They both looked scared, as if I was going to jump on them.

I smiled at them, and said, "Sorry for that. I just happen to hate liars"

They nodded, and proceeded to tell me about how their child loved music, and so on.

xXx

I decided to spend time with Mitchie once the conference was done. I was really tired, but not tired enough to not to be with Mitchie.

I parked my car in her driveway, and knocked open the door.

Mitchie's mom opened the door, and told me that Mitchie was up in her room.

I quickly climbed up the stairs, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came her voice from inside.

"It's me," I said, and smiled as I heard a squeel.

She opened the door, and jumped in my arms.

"Hello there," I said, and kissed her cheek.

"Hi," she said shyly.

I carried her in, and put her on her bed. I climbed alongside with her.

"You knocked on the door when I was changing," she said.

"Damn," I said, "I should've just walked in,"

"Shut up," she said playfully.

She made herself comfortable sitting in front of me, and looked into my eyes.

God, she was so beautiful. And her eyes. They were simply gorgeous. That woman must've been blind thinking that Mitchie was unattractive.

"What's wrong?" she asked me.

"Nothing," I said.

"Your eyes say something else," she said.

"Mitchie, do you know Mackenzie?"

"Which one?" she said, "There are 4 in my school"

"The one who is in our class,"

"Oh," she said, "I don't know her personally"

"What is she like?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Just tell me. Is she like Tess?"

"Yes. She's Tess' BFF,"

"I see," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"Apparently, her parents came up to me and told me that their daughter was being bullied by you,"

"What?" she said really loudly.

"Calm down," I said, "I didn't believe them. And then her mother proceeded to tell me how pretty her daughter is and how you're not. And then I gave her a piece of my mind. I yelled at her, and I'm sorry for that. But I think that I got my point across,"

"And what is that?" she asked nervously.

"That you're simply amazing," I said, "And you're not pretty. You're gorgeous"

"You yelled at parents for me?" she asked.

"Yes,"

"What if you get fired?"

"It's worth fighting for you,"

And then, something strange happened. Tears filled up Mitchie's eyes.

"Baby," I said, "Don't cry. I'm sorry if I made you upset"

"You didn't. I'm just really happy to know that there is someone for me out there, who is always looking out for me. Shane, I love you"

"I love you too mon amour,"

"What's that?"

"Mon amour is french for my love,"

"You know," she said, "Before you came along, all the girls would bully me. They called me fat and ugly. And that's when I decided that I didn't want to be friends with anyone of them. I completely immersed myself into music, but one day, Tess heard me sing. She videotaped me, and she showed it to the entire class. And they all laughed at me. And then, I decided to write. So, I began to write fanfiction. Because writing was something I was good at, and my reviewers appreciated my work,"

I didn't know what to say. I honestly made me really sad that people would purposefully try to hurt Mitchie. I mean, she was so innocent, and so pure. How could anyone make her cry?

"But," she said, "I'm smiling, because I'm so happy now Shane. Thank you so much,"

She hugged me, and I hugged her back. The door creaked, and I saw her mom looking in. She gave me a small smile, and indicated that she was going out for her work.

I nodded, and waited until the door closed.

And then, I made love to Mitchie.

Bold Font: AWWWWWWWWWWW...

EnchantixTracy: I know, right?

Bold Font: Readers, reviews are appreciated.

EnchantixTracy: Boldie, don't ruin this beautiful moment by asking for reviews.

Bold Font: What? I like to see my name in reviews.

EnchantixTracy: *sigh* Please forgive this idiot fellies.

Bold Font: You're stupid.