Chapter 6
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: OMG IM SO SORRY! Yes Im still alive. Ive just been SOOO busy! Ill make up for it on Saturday. Promise.
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Mitchie tried to brush off his comment.
He was no one important.
His opinon didnt matter.
It shouldnt matter.
But it still dug its way under her skin and left itself bothering her.
She dropped her shirts into the small dresser she brought with her.
She was barely paying attention to the shirts as a soft thud left each one that hit the ply wood of the dresser.
'Dont get blood on the floors.'
It was such a snide stinging comment.
The type that a normal person would retaliate to.
But then again.
Mitchie wasnt necessarily normal anymore.
She sat on her bed staring at the blank drywall of the room.
She blinked at it taking in small shallow breaths.
She softly traced the rough edges on her shirt closing her eyes and memorizing the feel of it.
She jumped hearing a door slam and someone walk in.
She turned to see Shane storming through.
She just stared as he ignored her.
She blinked mindlessly before going back to unpacking.
He threw something to her.
She stared at it.
She picked up the box and threw it back at him.
"Oh come on, theres gotta be a reason your so tight lipped."
"Its not sexual tension."
She told him that in a small weak voice.
"Then what is it."
"Nothing that should matter if you know it or not."
"Were gonna be living together. You might as well tell me."
"No, I wont. Some secrets are for me only."
She slammed her dresser shut and walked out of the room.
He followed her.
"Okay, then what if we become friends."
"I dont want friends."
"So your telling me you dont even have like a girlfriend."
"Nope."
She was scaring herself.
No one had been able to make her talk that much in a while.
"Come on Mitchie, we have to live together, might as well enjoy it."
"why do you want to."
"Because I rather not live with a sour puss for a year. Now come on."
she sighed.
"Okay."