Here's chapter 5. Enjoy!
Yes, Jason's enjoying his new birdhouse.
lol Random… XD
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It's only been a day
But it's like I can't go on
I just wanna say
I never meant to do you wrong
And I remember you told me baby
Something's gotta give
If I can't be the one to hold you baby
I don't think I could live
Lonely - McFly
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"Mitchie, I said I'm sorry!" Shane groaned for the billionth time as I walked, a few feet from him through the trail that took to the Camp's cabins, completely soaked in the lake's cold water.
"Look at me, I'm soaked!" I said to him, a mix of anger and amusement running though my veins. Shane seemed confused by that, so he just stood there looking at me. "That means I'm gonna have to spend like, hours struggling against the hairdryer!" At that point, I noticed his face twist in some sort of grin as he tried to hold in the laughter.
"Well, I'm sorry…" he said again. "I really didn't mean for that to happen, the boat just twirled…" I raised an eyebrow.
"How does a boat just twirl?!" I asked. He seemed more amused at every second, because I saw how hard he was trying not to laugh.
"C'mon, don't complain…I got wet too, you see." He said, pointing at himself. He was fully soaked in water like I was…even that perfect hair of his. "You gotta admit…it was kinda fun…"
"Yeah…it was." I said, getting calmer as I sent him a smile. His grin got wider and I took it as sign to pull him into a hug, which surprised him.
"What's that for…?" he asked in a tone that sounded like he'd got breathless.
"Just wanna thank ya." I said.
"For what?" he asked, still breathless; I could even feel his heart hammering against his chest, and for my surprise…that caused a grin to appear on my face. Confusion then hit me: could I still have feelings for Shane Gray? But how…? True, I was in love with Caitlyn…but again, I had to get over her…
"For everything." I said, smiling. A few seconds later I finally let go of him and glanced t my watch.
"Almost lunchtime." I said, feeling my stomach let out an involuntary growl.
"Race to the cafeteria?" he suggested with a huge grin on his face.
"I'm so beating ya." I said, smirking; and we instantly started running.
…
"Told ya." I said, smirking, as he stepped at the cafeteria's door, where I was waiting for him.
"Not fair!" he groaned as we walked together to our now usual table, the one at the quiet corner, and our trays with our food already on our hands.
"Stop being such a bad loser." I said chuckling. We took our seats and I only kept playing around the food with my fork, but he instantly started eating today's plate, pasta, like a werewolf who's just heard that the world's running out of food. Boys…
"No offense, but…For a world-famous popstar…you eat like such a…pig." I said with a mix of laughter and disgust. He looked up at me, his mouth dirty with tomato juice.
"I'm a boy, food…do the maths." He said with his mouth stuffed as I laughed. The laughter faded when I remembered how Caitlyn always made a mess with pasta.
"What the heck, Caitlyn?!" I asked in disbelief when I noticed how her mouth and her chin had been covered by tomato juice. She raised her head and grinned.
"Let it all get dirty, so I can clean it for once later." She said, her mouth stuffed with the pasta. I chuckled…her tomboyish habits could really be a lot of fun. And I didn't think they were weird…I knew it was just her way of being.
"Quite a philosophy." I said, chuckling as I raised my hand thumbs up in a sign of sarcastic approval.
"Mitchie…? Mitchieeee!"
"Huh, what, where?!"
As I snapped back from my memories, I saw Shane waving a hand in front of my face. "Oh…I zoned out…again."
"I noticed." he said, concern showing in his eyes. "You've been doin' that a lot lately." I rubbed my forehead with a sigh.
"The memories keep coming back."
"Memories…?" he asked. I sent him my "you-know-what-I'm-talking-about" glare. "Oh…you mean 'Caitlyn memories'."
"Yeah, Shane…those memories." I said, upset. I just couldn't understand why my mind kept torturing me like that. It chose just the moment afterwards Caitlyn's change of cabin for them to start hitting my already troubled enough mind.
I once more felt Shane gently grabbing my hand and squeezing it, what made me look up at him.
"Mitchie…you need to calm down and get distracted from that…it's not healthy to keep torturing yourself." he said, his words coming out almost in soft whispers.
"But I can't forget her, Shane." I said. "It's Caitlyn…my best friend." Or at least she used to be…
"You don't have to forget her…But try to keep your mind off of her, at least for a bit." he said. "Final Jam won't take long to come, and you gotta be focused."
Final Jam…
I gulped.
"When's it exactly…?"I asked trying hard for that question not to sound stupid. Didn't seem to work.
"Uh…in two weeks?"
Shit.
"TWO WEEKS?!" I nearly yelled, everyone instantly raised their heads to look at me, which made me blush in a deep shade of red. I leaned closer to Shane, this time whispering. "I mean… 'Two weeks?'" I got death glared by him.
"Please don't tell me that…"
"I don't even have a song." I stated, quite ashamed. He hit his forehead.
"Gosh, Mitchie…!" he said. I knew what he meant by that…I had totally abandoned myself in the music area. Completely forgetting the Final Jam was not a tiny thing…And now I'd have to rush to get everything fixed up.
I am so screwed…
…
Luckily for me…Shane offered his help for the Final Jam. I spent the afternoon at his cabin, both of us with notebooks and guitars in our hands.
"So…which tone d'you think the song should be?" he said, as he played some notes. I kept listening to each note attentively until we figured the perfect tone.
"Shane, that's awesome!" I said, as he showed me a short piece of the melody he's composed for me. He smiled warmly, and that's when I noticed he was really close to me. He seemed to have noticed too, because he blushed and locked his gaze on mine.
"Shane…?" I said, the closeness starting to get me a bit out of breath. And that's when, for my very surprise, he pulled me closer cupping my cheek with one hand and wrapping his other arm around my waist. I gulped. Mitchie, don't…!
But before I could say anything, his lips had pressed on mine and soon I relaxed to his embrace, as I grabbed the back of his head pulling him even closer as I wrapped an arm around his neck.
Only something was wrong…the fireworks that I was supposed to be feeling were incredibly reduced. So yeah…I liked Shane Gray…but I didn't love him.
I pulled away from him and we stayed like we were, just staring into eachother's eyes. But I soon looked down felling guilty.
"I'm sorry Shane, I can't." I said, almost in a whisper. I felt his hand on my shoulder and when I looked at him he had a warm understanding smile on his face.
"Don't get me wrong, it's just…" I started. "I like you, but still…"
"I know…" he said. "I know you can't forget Caitlyn, your heart's hers…even though she doesn't give it value."
"I'm glad you understand." I said; he pulled me into a hug. Well, I could use some comfort.
"I just want you to be happy." He said as I hugged him back tightly.
"So…lyrics." Shane mumbled after a while, clearly trying to change the subject.
"Yeah…lyrics." I said. And then my mind drove me to some lyrics I had written a few time ago at home, before summer, and I grinned. "I've got the perfect ones. Just a sec, gonna get 'em at my cabin!" At that instant I let go of him and drifted off to running out of the door and into the short path though the cabins.
But then I heard a soft melodic voice that made me freeze.
Her voice.
"Mitchie!"
I twirled on the spot and saw her standing a few feet from me. Eyes locked, brown with brown in a mix of confused emotions, the stares becoming unreadable.
"Mitchie…I wanna talk to ya." She said shyly, I felt shivers. "Can we go for a walk, you know…at the woods?"
"Uh…sure." I said, trying hard not to blush due to the way her eyes were searching mine. What could she want? She had said everything she needed by now, and the fact she wanted to talk scared me.
I followed her unwillingly, trying to think through the panic. It was what I wanted, I reminded myself. The chance to talk it all through. So why was the panic choking me?
We'd gone only a few steps into the trees when she stopped. We were barely on the trail-I could still see the cabins.
Some walk.
"What's this about, Caitlyn?" I said with my tone sounding cooler that I had meant to.
"I've been thinking…" she started.
"You're gonna come with all of your 'this isn't working' talk again, right? Well, I really don't need that, so please…" I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging.
She took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. Her mouth twisted the tiniest bit. When she finally looked up, her eyes were harder…colder.
"I needed to tell you something important, something that's been kicking my mind, Mitchie." She said. "And I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm gonna crush you again…I just do that so much that you must be even used to it. And I hate it…I hate it when I hurt you." Her eyes now had softened and showed pure honesty, something I hadn't seen in her for some time.
"What…what d'you mean?" I asked, breathless. She rubbed her right arm in a very shy way before going back on locking gazes with me.
"Mitchie…during this time away from you I got the chance to think things through." she started. I felt my heart pouncing against my chest. She'd said she was sorry already…she was surely going to tell me things just weren't working. No…not again, please…
"Don't." My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me, trickling like acid through my veins. "Don't do this."
"Please, let me talk!" she cried and I froze once more. "I've been really confused lately, and I had to deal with it and try not to let Peggy and Ella notice what I'm going though! All this time, I didn't know how I felt…when you told me you're in love with me I got scared, I didn't know what to do…But again, I just hadn't realized my true feelings." With a roll of nausea, I realized I'd misunderstood. "Mitchie, I'm falling for you."
My knees must have started to shake, because the trees were suddenly wobbling. I could hear the blood pounding faster than normal behind my ears. Her voice sounded farther away.
"Micthie…" I heard her call with a hopeful tone, what made me snap back to reality.
Caitlyn Gellar loved me.
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Whoa…did you expect that? What will Mitchie do now?
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