Internet Girl
Summary- She was his best kept secret. He didn't plan on sharing her with the world. She was his Internet Girl. AU- Smitchie story.
Chapter 11- Girl Best Friend
Mitchie quickly stopped, putting on her biggest pouty face. "Aww come on Shane!" She begged as she lightly yanked his arm. "It'll be so so much fun! "
"What if I fall?" Shane countered firmly.
"We'll fall together then! Look, I've never gone ice skating, I've never been able to so I want to go now with a really great friend!"
Shane frowned. "Fine." He gave in. "But if lose even a little bit of blood, then I'm leaving."
Mitchie smiled, happily nodding at his agreement. "Deal!" And with that, she began dragging him once more to the front desk. The girl standing behind the counter was visibly chewing gum, her expression being as bored as possible. When the two came into sight, her expression faintly brightened.
"Welcome to Arctic Ice Rink. How may I help you?"
"Two adult passes please."
The girl pulled out two passes, which were simply stickers that identified their age group. "The pass will last you until closing time." She glanced at her watch. It read 3:50. "Which is in three hours."
Shane gladly grabbed the tickets. "I think we'll be gone by then, don't you Mitch?" He looked at the girl, who was happily nodding. The girl at the counter rolled her eyes. "Just don't ruin the rink." She muttered before turning towards another customer.
Together, the two entered the seating area and headed down stairs, where the rental skates would be rented. Unfortunately, the downstairs room was horribly filled with both people and a terribly stench. Shane pinched his noise. "Are you sure you still want to skate?" He asked.
Mitchie rolled her eyes, walking off to go pick out a pair of skates. Shane reluctantly followed her, dodging all of the clumsy children pushing each other to reach the top of the stairs first. 'This is going to be horrible.' Shane thought as he stood in line with Mitchie.
By the time it was 4 o'clock, the two were finally ready to skate. It took them several minutes to learn how to put on their skates and then adjust them to fit their feet. After that, they took quite a while to find a locker to stick their personal belongings in. Regardless, the two were ready to follow the angry raid of children.
The zamboni had just finished glossing and smoothing the surface of the ice when the two finally reached the top of the stair case, after they were scolded by little children for being 'slowpokes.' As Mitchie slowly attempted to step onto the ice, Shane pulled back her arm. "You're forgetting something Mitch."
She cocked her eyebrow. "What?" She asked impatiently. Mitchie herself was ready to go out on the ice and start to attempt skating.
"This." And with that, Shane pulled off the other entry sticker and slapped it onto the top of her shirt. Mitchie let out a surprised squeal, nearly falling onto the ice in the process. Luckily, Shane held a strong grip on her arm.
"Whoa chill out there!" He exclaimed.
Mitchie frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. "What was that for!?" She asked angrily.
"It was just a friendly gesture!"
Her expression softened as she muttered inaudibly. Shane cocked his eyebrow. "What was that?" Mitchie pouted. "You boobed me." She whispered.
The boy's cheeks slowly grew a red shade. "I-I didn't mean it." He stuttered, focusing his attention on his ice skates. "Let's…let's just go skating and forget about this okay?"
Without a word, Mitchie nodded and pushed herself towards the middle of the rink. She stayed on a decent balance…until she fell that is. "Help me!" She waved to Shane.
Shane stood by the entrance, silently laughing to himself. "This isn't funny!" Mitchie shouted as one of the workers helped her back to her feet. "You try it Mr. Conceited Jerkpants!"
"Gladly!" He exclaimed. Shane placed on foot onto the ice, his hand gripping onto the railings. He took another step and slowly skated towards Mitchie. After finally getting too far, he let go of the railings and as soon as he did, down to the ground to went.
A few feet away, Mitchie was laughing aloud. "Haha you suck too!" She exclaimed, one hand wrapping her stomach to try to attain the laughter. Her other hand was pointing to him as she continued laughing.
"Shut up!" Shane exclaimed. A little girl with a bemused expression skated up to the teenager. "Do you need help Mister?" She asked, holding out her tiny gloved hand. Shane shook her head no and the little girl shrugged, skating away from him.
Mitchie smiled from her standpoint. "And how are you going to get up genius?"
Shane tried pushing himself up, only to slip and fall back down again. "At least you got further." Mitchie taunted.
"Dude. You really do suck." A male worker said, pulling Shane up by the arm. "You might want to consider some lessons." He said as he skated off to help the other fallen skaters.
Shane brushed off some of the ice shavings from his butt before slowly skating towards Mitchie, who held a triumphant smirk. This time however, he didn't fall. "Oh yeah, I made it." He said, doing a short and practically immobile victory dance.
"After falling twice." She added.
Shane rolled his eyes. "Let's just skate." He said as he pushed himself further. Shane slowly progressed and started wobbling back to the rails. He was almost a foot away when a group of racing children zoomed past him, leaving a dazed Shane to slowly spin around and fall.
From a distance, Mitchie's laughter was audible again. "I don't see you trying!" Shane exclaimed, pulling himself up with the help of the railings. He started skating much better, thanks to his strong grip on the barrier. Along with other children, teenagers, and even adults, Shane slowly made his way further into the rink.
"W-wait for me!" Mitchie shouted as she tried to catch up to him. Unfortunately, her want to speed and show off ended up leaving the brunette girl back on the ice. She frowned as a couple of other workers came to her aid. "Thanks." She muttered.
Before she knew it, Shane was slowly skating/wobbling back to her side. He gave her a reassuring smile. "Come on Mitch." He said, holding out one of his hands. Mitchie smiled back, slapping her own hand to his and the two started wobbling back to the rails.
"Hey! I'm doing it!" Mitchie exclaimed in a tone just as excited as a kid who learned to ride his bike.
Shane chuckled. "Keep telling yourself that."
The two got a good ten feet across the rink, without the railings help. They went at a slow and simple rate. The racing kids didn't even bother hitting them this time, which pleased both of them. Unfortunately, the calm didn't last long. "Let's go super fast!" Shane exclaimed as he pushed himself, as well as Mitchie, with a stronger stroke.
"Shane!" Mitchie scolded as she tightened her hold on his hand. The boy laughed. "Calm down! We're not gonna fall!" He reassured her as he continued to go faster.
Mitchie, who was being dragged by Shane, eventually lost her footing and hit the ground again. The boy was laughing as she struggled to get back up. She nearly fell a second time, but Mitchie grabbed the closest thing possible, which happened to be Shane's leg. She barely stood on her two feet, with her arms wrapped around one of Shane's legs. "Help me!" She yelped.
Shane stared awkwardly at her. "Umm Mitchie, you're making a scene." He whispered to her. Ignoring him, Mitchie attempted to pull herself up by tugging on Shane's clothing. That, however, resulted to both of them fall back on the ice. The brunette girl fell back on her butt, letting out a loud 'oomph' as she hit the ground. The raven haired boy, on the other hand, fell face first onto the chilly ice.
"Sorry!" Mitchie exclaimed in an apologetic tone. She crawled over to Shane, who pulled himself up and was currently sitting cross legged. He looked up at her with a bemused expression. "I think I'll buy you a helmet and some pads for your birthday."
"Shut up!" Mitchie playfully pushed his shoulder. The two were simply sitting down, enjoying each other's company when a female worker skated by. "Get up and stop acting immaturely." She scolded strictly before skating away. Immediately, Shane and Mitchie both stopped laughing, glancing at each other with amused expressions.
"Let's just skate until we break our legs." Mitchie suggested, with Shane nodding back.
When it was 6 o'clock, Shane and Mitchie stumbled out of the mall entrance. They skated for nearly two hours, and their legs were aching badly. They got a good two feet out of the mall before Shane's legs gave out. "W-wussy." Mitchie barely made out.
"If I weren't so exhausted, I'd be glaring at you."
Mitchie took a seat next to Shane on the bus stop bench. Though it was the evening, the sky was still its bright blue self, with a nice comfy breeze. The brunette girl smiled, closing her eyes. "I love the wind." She whispered.
Shane smiled at her calm form. 'Ever since her 'transformation', I thought she was just going to be a punk rock version of Tess, but she's not even close. If anyone had ever asked me who I'd see myself going out with, randomly sitting at a bus stop in the evening with, and having just plain fun with, the name Mitchie Torres would have never crossed my mind. Maybe her change isn't so bad…"
Mitchie sat straight up and turned her head towards Shane. "Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked innocently.
The raven haired boy shook his head, still smiling. "It's nothing. I was just thinking."
The brunette girl giggled. "You looked pretty concentrated there. For a second there, I thought you were thinking about me." She stated jokingly.
"I was." Shane said before pausing. Sudden realization hit him. "Wait what did I just say!?" He asked panicked. Mitchie shrugged. "I was focusing on the wind." The boy sighed with relief.
'Chill out Shane, you're just imagining things. Control your hormones."
At the same time, Mitchie couldn't help but smile. 'Thinking about me huh?' "Let's go get some food." She finally spoke up.
Shane shook his head. "But I'm not hungry." Right after he said that, an audible growling could be heard from his stomach. Immediately, Shane wrapped his arms around his stomach, looking up to see Mitchie's bemused expression.
"Come on Tubby." She said, grabbing his arm.
Mitchie and Shane argued most of the way on their search for food. Mitchie wanted something different, something that was delicious, healthy, ethnical, and hearty. Shane on the other hand was being a stereotypical hungry boy. He craved for a fat and greasy cheese burger, with a basket of equally oily French fries on the side. Finally, they had settled to eat at Mitchie's desire, after Shane ranted and complained like a 5 year old.
"So tell me again, where are we going?" The boy asked as Mitchie dragged him off the bus and down the crowd filled sidewalk.
"We're going to a restaurant that my parents took me too." She answered. "It's Asian cuisine Shane."
As Shane opened his mouth to retort, Mitchie whipped around, covering his mouth with her hand. "It wouldn't be raw food with poison." She quickly stated before pulling him into a highly decorated restaurant. At the top of the restaurant, there was a huge illuminating sign that read 'Lee's Hot Pot.' Shane smiled weakly.
"That sounds so inappropriate." He joked before chuckling to himself. Mitchie rolled her eyes.
"Behave!" She scolded.
"Yes Mommy."
Mitchie gave Shane a short glare before facing Asian woman behind at the counter. "Hello." She greeted. "May we have a table for two?"
The woman nodded happily. "Come this way." She said, leading the two to an empty booth table along the side of the restaurant. The restaurant was filled with huge families, which weren't all of the Asian culture. At every table, there was a huge boiling pot of flavored water sitting on a single stovetop. Around the pot, there were plates and plates of raw uncooked meats and vegetables. Shane grimaced. "I thought you said no raw food!" He whispered angrily into her ear.
The girl rolled her eyes. "You boil the foods in the water and eat it with sauce dip dot."
The waitress gave Mitchie a long red paper, one with both Chinese and English written on, and a black pen. "You check off what you want and I come back to get it." She kindly said before heading back to the counter.
As Mitchie scanned the paper, Shane attempted to read the back. "What the heck is a bok choy?" He asked.
"A vegetable." Mitchie replied, her eyes still focused on the paper.
"What's a Tar-o?"
Mitchie slammed the paper down, her expression filled with annoyance. "It's pronounced Tah-roe. The T-A-H part is pronounced like hah. And it's a extra mushy purple potato" Shane formed an 'o' with his mouth.
"Okay no more questions from Shane." He decided.
"Thank you." She said as she started checking off foods. After nearly a hundred checks (in Shane's mind) she finally looked up satisfied. "I think that'll be all." Mitchie told the woman as she took the paper.
"Food will come in 5 minutes."
Shane blankly stared at the middle of the table. "Why don't we get a stove?" He asked. Mitchie giggled at him. "You're really clueless about this aren't you?" The boy nodded.
"Okay, I'll explain as much as I can to you, but no interruptions until I finish alright?" Shane nodded. "Firstly, the stoves are portable so little kids won't be stupid and burn themselves. They'll bring ours along with the pot of water. We have to let the water boil itself, so you better be patient.
When the water, or water that has flavoring such as chicken or beef, is boiling, we throw in what we want and let the heat do the cooking. We'll know that most of the food is done when it's floating at the top. When the foods are fully cooked, we get these netted spoons to scrape what we want into our bowls, which should contain a little bit or the sauce that we want to dip the food in. That's pretty much all you'll need to know."
Shane jokingly applauded her. "Good job Mitch."
They continued on with small talk, even as they boiled the plain water. By the time their conversations ended, the uncooked food arrived. Shane wrinkled his nose. "What in the world is that giant square of white blubber?" He asked disgusted.
Mitchie rolled her eyes as she gently tossed in a few pieces of the so called 'blubber' in the water, along with a few slices of raw beef and pork and beef balls. "It's called Tofu Shane."
Shane rolled his eyes as he threw in a few more slices of beef. "I'll be sure to avoid that." He said before glancing at the rest of the foods. "Plus that nasty looking white stuff in the tub."
"It is fish paste." Another waitress said as she walked by. "It tastes very good. You need to try some."
As the dinner went on, Shane and Mitchie talked about their favorite memories with their friends, thought Mitchie avoided speaking about any memories that Caitlyn was highly involved in. The two enjoyed their hot pot with the sweetened soy sauce as the dipping sauce.
"Eat it Shane."
"No"
"Eat it."
"No!"
Mitchie glared at Shane. "It's just a piece of Tofu." She muttered, chomping on a small ball of the fish paste.
The boy grimaced. "But it jiggles." He whined. "Food isn't supposed to move like that!"
Mitchie stood up and walked over to Shane's side. "Eat it." She practically begged.
"Noooo!" Shane retorted, overdramatisizing the word 'no.'
Annoyed, Mitchie jumped on Shane, attempting to force open his mouth. The boy fought back strongly to avoid the piece of tofu that was being shoved in his face. All he could see was the tofu and a blurred background of the restaurant ceiling. As well as that, Mitchie's voice repeating 'eat it' was audible.
Before either of them knew it, they both landed on the floor, rolling around. The tofu was lying on the booth seat, though neither of them knew that. An Asian waiter, who was carrying a pot of water, tried to avoid the two, but Shane and Mitchie ended up rolling over and tripping the man.
"You spilled the water!" Shane and Mitchie exclaimed in unison.
Upon being called the manager marched out from the back of the kitchen, furious expression on her face. "No rape in my restaurant!" She scolded angrily.
The two blushed furiously, sinking lower than they already were as the restaurant erupted n laughter. The annoyed manager held out her hands and pulled up both teenagers. "You are very lucky the floor is not carpet." She said before leaving.
Mitchie and Shane shared a quick glance, both embarrassed beyond any point. "Check please." The boy said in a meek voice.
After much more arguing, Shane finally shoved Mitchie aside and paid for the meal, as well as the extra cost for the slight damages they had caused. Overall, the whole cost was surprisingly less than $50. Now, the two were walking towards the bus stop, laughing about the whole ordeal at the restaurant.
"I can't believe she thought we were raping each other." Mitchie laughed, Shane soon joining in. Regardless, people walking along the sidewalks would pause to give the two bizarre looks before going off their own way.
"I wouldn't even think about touching you like that!" Shane laughed again, but this time, Mitchie halted. She looked at him with a partially hurt expression.
"How is it that however much I try, I never seem to be good enough for you."
Shane sighed. "Mitchie, we've already been here. I…" He paused. 'This is it Grey, do you like Mitchie or not? It's now or never…but there's other girls out there…like ThisIsMe123…' "... just see you as my girl best friend." He finished, nervously biting on his bottom lip.
"Oh..." The brunette started walking again, trying to avoid Shane without seeming harsh. "I guess I can deal with that." She muttered. Shane rushed to catch up with Mitchie, only for her to walk faster then she already was.
"Mitchie!" He exclaimed, grabbing her arm to stop her. The girl obeyed and stopped, staring blankly at the ground. Shane placed one hand on her shoulder, the other lifting her chin upward. "Look, I'm sorry for rejecting you and I'm sorry if I insulted you. But please Mitchie, can't we just start out as friends?"
No answer came from Mitchie. She only sniffled slightly, trying to break free from Shane's grip. After causing a slight scene in the middle of Los Angeles, she finally came to a decision. "I'll take whatever you give." Mitchie answered confidently.
Shane smiled. "Good. Plus, you have a boyfriend." He rolled his eyes at the mention of boyfriend, though that went unnoticed by Mitchie, who only laughed.
"I'm not really interested in Nate."
"Then why are you guys dating."
"…I don't know."
Shane frowned. "How can you not know why you're dating?" Not only did he hate his friend's dating people he had a crush on, Shane didn't like his friends being used by others. "That's not right Mitch."
The brunette shrugged. "I don't know...maybe I'm just dating him for the joy of dating? Or maybe because I want to make someone else jealous? There are so many possibilities so why am I being interrogated?"
The raven haired boy shrugged. "I don't like my friends being hurt." He muttered.
Mitchie smiled weakly. "I promise you Shane Grey, I am most definitely not using Nate."
It was nearly 7'o clock by the time the two reached Mitchie's home. Both were completely exhausted from their long day, mainly by the ice skating. Like a gentlemen, Shane walked Mitchie up to her porch.
"Maybe we should go ice skating again when it's not a school night." Shane joked.
Mitchie couldn't help but smile at his comment. "Are you asking me out Shane?"
"Maybe I am." He retorted. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Not at all."
"Good."
"Then do you have a problem with this?"
Mitchie flung her arms around Shane's neck, standing on her tiptoes, and pressed her lips fully against his own. It was an impulse as Shane couldn't help but kiss back, as well as wrapping his arms around her waist. 'The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest…I just quoted Twilight. Great, I'm a romantic now.'
Both of them, unknowingly to each other, could feel that special spark that everyone claimed to have when they finally found the one. The kiss would have lasted longer if Shane wasn't the first to pull away. "Did…did we just kiss?" He asked confused.
Mitchie nodded, trying to keep the excitement within. "We did." She managed to say. Sudden realization hit her mind. "I thought you said you only saw me as a 'girl best friend?' That us being together isn't right?"
Shane shrugged and began to walk away. He turned around once more, a smirk plastered on his face. "Things don't always have to be 'right'" he answered. "I must say though, I really did enjoy that kiss." The raven haired boy waved good night to her and walked down the path to the front door, making his way to the bus stop down the street.
From the porch, Mitchie watched Shane's fading figure, her face still in a smile. "You're not the only one." She whispered happily.
A/N: Yay they kissed :D I'm excited since I thought of more to add to the fic, but I'm unsure whether to add it or not :D Now I'm sad because a few days ago, my throat swelled up and then it went away :O Now it's swelling again Dx I blame all the Chex Mix and spicy foods I ate :O Should've waited until I was fully healed xD
So I finished this up during my 3 snowdays instead of finish my homework, which I've had for a week xDD I have issues. Okay so this is all I'm gonna say, but I have the need to rant to you readers! :D Yay lol. So you know how I was all excited to make a birdhouse of of clay? Well, the next day, I asked my techer where my parts were (I had already cut out 2 squares) but he didn't answer me. So at the end of the hour, I went to wash my hands, and guess what? My birdhouse clay was melted and in the sink Dx Bummer. Okay now I'm done :D I hope you liked the chapter ^^