Hey. One review? Only one? Whatever. Here it is. Thanks Queen of Reality for editing. I will finish this even though I'm not very into writing this story any more, so I'll be wrapping it up pretty soon. Thank you to all my faithful readers and reviewers. Special thanks to: Alyssa4Music4Life. You are amazing. Now, enjoy!!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Shane [Joe!], but I don't. Or anything else.
Chapter 14
"It's finally time to get you out of this place, Ms. Torres! Your friends and family are waiting outside, including Brooke." The nurse told me, supporting me so I could walk out of the room stably. Once we were out of the room that grown so familiar to me, she let go of my arm and sat me down next to Shane, and he put his arm around my shoulder. I smiled, and blushed.
"Sorry." He whispered in my ear which sent chills down my spine.
"For what??" I whispered back.
"For getting you into the car crash." He answered. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Okay, what was I doing?
"Hey Mitch??" He asked, still in a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?" My whole body tensed, I could tell he felt it.
"You don't have to say yes." He quickly saved. I gulped. Was I really willing to forgive him for what he did to me?
Yes.
"Um, I…Sure." I replied. Right then I felt a huge boulder lift off my heart and my shoulders.
"Really?!" He exclaimed, causing everyone to look at us. I blushed and nodded. Brooke [fashion designer] squealed. She knew what was happening. It took a while for Caitlyn and Tess to catch on but eventually got it and followed. Well, Caitlyn squealed too anyway. Nate and Jason covered their ears, causing Brooke [my daughter] to fall from his lap. She started bawling, and I was going to get up, but Shane put his hand on my shoulder, and went and got Brooke [my daughter] himself. I bit my nails, scared of Brooke's [my daughter] reaction.
"It's okay sweetie." Shane cooed putting his arms out. The room was silent because everyone was waiting for the final result. Brooke [my daughter] crawled into his arms and buried her head into Shane's chest. I grinned.
We all left the hospital, going in separate directions. Shane, Jason, and Nate were all going to go hang out with Brooke [my daughter], Caitlyn was going to her parents house, I had no idea what Tess was doing, and I was hanging out with Brooke [fashion designer] all day. We headed to the first outlet mall we spotted and went crazy.
Once we were halfway done at the first mall, we finally went for a break at Starbucks.
"So, earlier you said you had something to tell me. What was it?" I asked. Brooke [fashion designer] started getting nervous. I grabbed her hand and gave her a soft smile. She took deep breaths.
"Mitchie…Mitchie, I'm anorexic." She whispered. I felt my jaw drop. Anorexic? What?! How could this be happening??
"I…Brooke, you have to stop. Start eating again." I told her.
"I am!! It's just, it's so hard. I mean, I work in the fashion industry now. People expect me to be thin. But I really am trying." She replied, close to tears.
"I know you have to be thin, well, you don't have to, but that doesn't mean you have to starve yourself."
"I'm trying Mitch, I really am."
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After the day of shopping and emotional wrecks, Brooke [fashion designer] and Mitchie headed to Red Robin to meet the rest of the group, minus Tess.
"Hey babe." Shane said to me, embracing me in a hug. I smiled, pulled away, and kissed him on the cheek. Brooke [fashion designer] fake coughed. I glared at her and she gave me a cheeky grin. I stuck my tongue out at her and she stuck hers out at me too.
"Very mature." Nate muttered.
"Very mature." Brooke [the fashion designer] and I mocked. Shane and Jason laughed. Brooke [my daughter] was sleeping in Jason's lap. But her head was sort of underneath the table though.
Everyone ordered their food, including Brooke [fashion designer]. Brooke [my daughter] was fairly attached to Jason, and he was attached to her. The food arrived, and since I was sitting beside Brooke [fashion designer] I watched her the whole time while trying to participate in the conversation.
She picked up her burger and then put it down. Brooke [fashion designer] repeated that pattern about 3 times until I gave her a hard kick. I stifled a laugh at her expression. She slowly raised the burger and took a small bite.
"Hey Mitch, are you planning on going to college??" Nate asked.
"I…Well, I haven't really thought about it yet." I answered truthfully.
"You should go! We can take care of Brooke, and you'll still get to see her during the night time and weekends." Shane said. I gave him a small smile.
"I guess I'll think about it."
We all finished dinner and were about to leave the restaurant when Brooke [fashion designer] stopped.
"I have to go to the washroom." She told us.
"I'll go with you." I responded, scared that she was going to make herself throw up her food. She sighed as we walked to the washroom.
"I'm not going to throw the food up." She whispered. I nodded, but followed her anyway. She went into one of the stalls as I stood in front of the mirror and fixed my make up.
"I told you I wasn't going to throw anything up." Brooke [fashion designer] muttered.
"I'm just trying to help."
"I know, but that doesn't mean you have to stop trusting me."
"Whatever." I opened the door and walked out. Sure, I was still mad and I felt guilty, but I really wanted Brooke [fashion designer] to be safe and stay alive.
We walked to the front to join the rest of our group, and everyone could tell that we had gotten into a tense fight. Brooke [my daughter] ran up to me, and I carried her out the door while Shane opened it, and then put his arm around my shoulders to keep me warm.
During the whole dinner I had noticed Caitlyn and Nate where awfully close. I wonder if anything was going on with them.
Just then I heard a giggle. I turned around and Caitlyn was laughing as Nate was half tickling her. Something was definitelygoing on between those two.
There you go. Hope you liked it. And I might not be updating as much because school's almost over and I'm going to try and get my marks up. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop writing. Just update slower. Please, please review!!
-J