Alright Everyone, and JumpThenFall (she's not like you cuz she reviewed muh story! Just kidding!) I have my second chapter, so here it goes.......

I own nothing, except my imagination.......

Mitchie's POV

Not fair. It's twelve in the night and I'm still thinking. I don'y like this. Back when I was in ninth grade, I had this awesome crush on Gary, my PE T.A. All ended well?

Heck No.

He had a girlfriend and she was a cheerleader, and a honor student and his girlfriend. Did I mention that before? Well, I already mentioned this to my mom like 27000000000000000 times in a day when I was heartbroken.

Anyway, I am thinking. Still Thinking.

Still thinking.

Still thinking.

Still thinking.

Urgh!!!! I think I should get a glass of milk. In stories, if you get milk in the middle of the night, you meet your life partner who is also drinking milk and you both talk, kiss, makeout, and within 2 hours you both are lying sweaty on the bead with him close to you, and etc, etc...

So I went to the kitchen, and guess what?

Shane is there, drinking milk.

I literally gag with my own saliva and stare at him. He doesn't look up. Weird. So I go to him. He finally looks up and stares at me. I smile.

He doesn't smile back.

Strange. I sat down and proceeded to take the carton, but its empty.

"Honestly Shane," I ask, "If it's not bad enough for you to smile back at me, you also finish milk? What's up with you?"

He didn't respond. I tried again, "Shane, please talk to me. Honestly, did you just die in there?"

At this point, his head snaps up. I immediately realize that I said something wrong. He looks at me contemptuously and I back off.

"Mitchie," he says quietly, "You just don't know how right you are"

Okay I'm scared now. Shane never talks about death. I don't know, but its something he studiously avoids each time it is brought up. His brothers do the same, so I am used to it.

I try again, so I say, "Shane, what's going on? You never talk about death"

"Yeah right," he says back, and then raises voice, "All my life I never touched this topic cuz I'm scared. Scared, Okay? I don't care what you think of me, or my bros, but I do. I'm just a freak-kin jerk who is so scared of death that he can't even think about it. I'm a scaredy cat who just knows how to act confident, and not how to be one. Can't you see it? I'm a useless freak who hates his life and is wishing he had enough confidence to hold up a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and get drunk, and not be here to try to drown his sorrows by a stupid glass of Milk!!," at this point, he says softly, "You just don't understand what's going on. Right, Mitchie?"

When he says my name, I stagger back, and hold on to a pillar for support. And this pillar turns out to be Nate, who simply stares at Shane with an undefinable expression. He then takes me in my bunk and settles me in. He then goes out, and I can hear him talking to Shane quietly. I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I did, I was sure that I had tears in my eyes.

I woke up in the morning, feeling depressed. Shane had never been so.....aggressive. From what I knew he loved to take on fights, but was usually calm and tranquil, with an irritating cocky smirk on his face. I washed and dressed up, and went out. I was immediately greeted by Shane, who said, "Mitchie, look. I'm sorry, okay? It's just that I'm going through a lot, at the moment, so I was just frustrated. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course Shane," I said, happy to have him back again. We both went to the next room and sat down for breakfast. We were eating and laughing, as Shane was telling one of his funny stories, and Jason came a while later and joined us. After 10 minutes, we were still laughing, as we watched Jason trying to drink coffee properly, as the bus was making pretty jerky movements. Just as he finally drank it, Nate came out. He pulled me up in his arms and kissed me.

Hm. Not his usual kiss. This kiss was tense. As is he was kissing me because I had survived a gruesome war. I did not think about it anymore. I was far too busy writing a new song. But this new song was not enough to hide the fact that Shane and Nate kept a perfect distance from each other that day. They avoided every conversation, and completely ignored each other. Of course, the most irritating part was that they both pretended as if nothing was happening.

In the evening, we were sitting on the beach (We were in Florida now). Shane and Jason were facing us, and me and Nate were sitting together facing them. Shane was fingering that sand, while Jason was relaxing with his eyes closed. Nate was fiddling with my hair, and staring at Shane's fingers.

I made a desperate attempt to start the conversation, "So," I said, "We might need more milk, 'cause Shane probably finished it all last night"

Shane stiffened at the mentioning of the night before, and I blushed. Why was I so stupid?

"Yeah," said Nate, "Milk Is a necessity. To be strong, right, Shane?"

Shane stiffened even more. He stopped playing with the sand. He stared up at Nate. I could see anger in his eyes. He said, "Yeah Nate. I probably need milk to stay strong. And I only drink it because I don't need to get addicted to a living drug like you!"

"Maybe, but as far as I can see, you have never ever been close to a living drug, have you?" said Nate, still calm, "Oh, or maybe you have. Lets see. What was her name? Aly... Arissa....Annie.... Agatha........"

"Shut Up!!! J-Just shut up, okay? Her name was Andrea, and I loved her!"

"Really? Because last night you said........"

"Shut Up, both of you!!!," I cried, tears welling up in my eyes. I did not like Shane being so rude. I also did not like Nate getting so personel with him. And, I definately did not like that Shane was crying by now. I stood up and went to my bunk and cried. When I was done, I tore out a sheet of paper and began to write. A song. A fresh new song to sing at our Beach concert to gain more fans tomorrow.

It was time. I looked frantically around for Shane. He had avoided me all morning, and I had avoided Nate. It was my turn to sing and he was supposed to hear it. Because I let all my feelings out last night, on this song. Suddenly, someone said, "Mitchie Torres in 30 seconds"

There he was! He walked quickly down the path and stood behind me. I could feel him breathing on my back. Not so nice. Wasn't he supposed to ignore me?

"Give it up, for Mitchie Torres!!!"

I ran down the stage and waved to the audience.

"Florida, are you ready?" I screamed. Several screams in reply.

The music started and I began

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
Well, I guess I'll make my own way
It's a circle, a mean cycle
I can't excite you anymore

Where's your gavel? Your jury?
What's my offense this time?
You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me
Well, sentence me to another life

Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same

We're the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good

Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

This is the best thing that could've happened
Any longer and I wouldn't have made it
It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture
I'm just a person but you can't take it

The same tricks that, that once fooled me
They won't get you anywhere
I'm not the same kid from your memory
Well, now I can fend for myself

Don't wanna hear your sad songs
I don't wanna feel your pain
When you swear it's all my fault
'Cause you know we're not the same
No, we're not the same, oh, we're not the same

Yeah, we used to stick together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good

Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
Well, I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

I thanked everyone and went back. I saw Shane looking the other way, and Nate? He was staring at me in horror.

"Nice performance Mitchie! You totally rocked!," complimented Jason. I thanked him and went to my dressing room, to get rid of my heels. I then sat down on my chair and stared at myself in the mirror. There was a knock at the door.

I yelled, "Come in!," and Shane came in. I stood up and faced him.

"So," he said, "Was that song about me?"

"Actually, it was about both you and Nate"

"Why?"

"Because I was sick and tired of you guys fighting"

"Is that really it?"

"Yeah"

"You have been avoiding Nate lately"

"You have been avoiding me lately"

"Am I that important to you?"

"Why?"

"Because if you are mad at Nate because of me, then don't be"

"Why?"

"Mitchie, you mean life to him"

"Really?"

"No need for sarcasm here"

"Why don't you just go and fight with Nate?"

"Is that what you really want?"

"No"

"So tell me"

"What?"

"Why are you siding with me?"

"Because Nate got personal with you"

"Yeah. But that's just his way"

"Well, it has to change"

"I don't want you to ruin this relationship because of me"

"Fine"

"That's it? Fine?"

"Shane, what do you want?"

" I want you"

"Now that's just....... wai.... what?"

"I want you"

"Shane......"

"I love you"

Okay guys, long, but okay. I don't own the song 'Ignorance' By Paramore.

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