Okay guys I think I have a serious addiction- to reviews. I can't believe since I've updated I've had like 16 reviews! That's crazy! I woke up yesterday and my inbox was going like crazy!
ANNOUNCEMENT: THE SPOILERS I SAID WILL BE HAPPENING IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! ALONG WITH SOME BIG REVELATIONS! SO THIS IS GOING TO BE A FILLER CHAPTER, I DIDNT WANT TO RUSH IT, SORRY! I'VE GOT EVERYTHING PLANNED TIL CH 11 SO FAR!
AND I KNOW I SAID THIS WOULD BE A LONG CHAPTER, BUT IF I MAKE IT ANY LONGER I WILL LITTERALLY CONTINUE GOING UNTIL MY 'BIG DRAMA' WILL EVENTUALLY SLIP OUT IN THIS CHAPTER.
1 week later (Monday)
Whoever thought homework was beneficial to learning is wrong. I stare down at the pile in front of me, all irrelevant pieces of information which will be of no use to me in later life. I slam my history book closed and remove myself from my desk and make my way towards the window facing my back yard. My focus went to the tree house, still in tack at the back of my garden. It must have been there a good 10 years now. I remember how me and Shane begging our dads to make us one, I wasn't too fazed, I already had a Wendy house, but apparently to an eight year old Shane it was too 'girly' for a boy to even step foot in.
We spent most of our childhood in that tree house, talking, painting, planning world domination. And even as we got older, we knew we'd always find one another in there if something was bothering us. It was our space, where we could isolate ourselves from reality and its problems.
I sigh,everything I do, say or think about seems to link back to him in one way or another. It's been a week since I ended our phone conversation and we haven't exchanged words since. He's tried. Several times, but I just let it click onto voicemail. I haven't listened to any of them. I was mad at him, for being so distant but I guess I'm just doing the same.
I pull out my phone from my jeans pocket, pressing firmly on the on button as I watched my screen illuminate with '8 new voicemail's I clicked okay and brought the phone to my ears.
'Mitch, look I'm sorry, I've been a complete ass, call me back, I'm sorry"
'Mitchieeeeeeeeee, please don't ignore me, you know I can't stand you blanking me, even if it's for 5 minutes, I'm sorry"
"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I couldn't help but let a small smile spread across my face as I listened to him apologizing in a rushed manner, getting tongue tied several times.
'I'm on my knees, literally, I'm sorry, just answer my calls, I miss my best friend, Jakes no fun."
"Now you're worrying me! Please answer my calls, let me explain, i'm sorry, Miss you."
I was about to listen to the next one when my phone beeped, indicating an incoming call
"Hello?"
"Hi Mitch it's me" Nate. "I was wondering if you wanted to go head down the promenade, catch a film or something. I don't think I could stand another minute listening to my mum talk about how well her diet is coming along"
I laughed "Sure, as long as I get to choose the film, there's no way I'm watching another movie which involves several innocent civilians be tortured to death."
"Oh but I know you love them really!"
"Nate..." I warned, "
"Fine. You win. But as long as it's no mushy love film, I don't fancy fighting back the vomit for the best part of two hours. Nor will i watch some foreign movie with subtitles, if i don't speak the language I'm not interested" I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at how narrow minded he was.
"Deal" I smiled, Nate was such a pushover. Over the past couple of weeks we've become pretty much inseparable, we're with each other practically every day after school, and we've somehow ended up being in most classes together. And the best thing of all, I convinced him to throw that tatty scarf that he was in love with in the bin.
"So, I'll meet you in like...2 minutes?"
"Sounds good" I ended the call, and quickly dashed for the mirror, inspecting my current appearance, I nodded in satisfaction. It would do, I'd be sitting in a dark room for a couple of hours, plus I've got nobody to impress. I grabbed a twenty dollar bill out of my purse and stuffed it in my jeans pocket along with my phone before hurriedly making it down stairs just as the doorbell rung.
I answered it slightly out of breath and most likely red in the face "Hi"
"Err...why are you out of breath?"He raised an eyebrow and smiled
"I'm not..." I lied
"Notice anything?" he asked, I looked at him not noticing anything significantly different.
"No... Should I?"
"I'm wearing 'the jeans'" he winked
"The jeans?" i questioned, but as soon as those words left my lips I got what he was on about; he was referring to the ones he brought at the mall the other week.
"Yeah, you know, the ones where you couldn't stop staring at my ass"
I rolled my eyes "For the last time Nate, I did not stare at your ass, you think too much of yourself"
"It's okay Mitchie, you're just in denial" I slapped his arm playfully before saying
"Are we going to actually step out of my porch? Or are we going to continue talking about my so called 'obsession' with your behind?"
He grinned, causing me to also, as I shut the door behind me. I followed him to his car, my eyes quickly averted downwards as he said "I know you're looking"
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Shanes POV:
I rolled my eyes as Jason made yet another suggestion "I was thinking we could do something upbeat y'know, with a fast tempo. Like that 'Lady Gaga' song...Oh we could dance!"
.me. I swear he's musically bipolar. First of he's convinced that we could be the next Kanye West, next he's set on writing a song about how little life means, and now. Well now he wants to be a 22 year old woman who dances like a maniac in high-wasted spandex shorts and a metallic bra.
"Or" making sure I emphasised 'or' "We could always write a typical love song. You can't go wrong with a love song."
"Hmm..." He didn't sound convinced
"But, if you really want to dance, I'm sure we can compromise" I watched his eyes light up, don't get me wrong he's a nice guy but I swear he unlike any other person I've met- ever.
"Brilliant! You come up with the lyrics and I'll write the melody"
"Now you mention it, I haven't had a chance to actually hear you play, for all I know you could be awful" he shrugged and picked up his acoustic guitar, lightly placing it on his lap and begun to play. My mouth opened slightly in awe, he was ridiculously good. I mean if I didn't know better I would think he's a professional.
"Woah! You have some serious talent, how long have you been playing for?"
"About 12 years" And there was me thinking I was good!
We got working on the song, brainstorming whilst having various conversations in the process. It was soon becoming apparent to me that i had misjudged Jason greatly- he took great pride in his music and his ambition to achieve his goals. And once you got to know him, he wasn't so 'in your face', I guess.
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Mitchie POV
I blinked several times, as my eyes adjusted to the day light as we left the cinema, after arguing outside on what film we finally decided on 'role models' which admittedly was the funniest film I'd seen in a long time.
I turned towards Nate who was rubbing his jaw "I don't think I've laughed like that for a while, my jaw aches!"
I was about to answer but I was rudely interrupted by a violent grumble come from my stomach
"Hungry?" he asked, he must have heard, I nodded "Pizza, my treat?" I smiled at his offer; he was always a complete gentleman.
"No, I'll pay my share"
He shook his head "No, my treat, seeming as you saved me from my calorie obsessed mother, I swear she's trying to discover if there's any calorie content in air!"
I laughed as I linked my arm with his as we made our way to the nearest restaurant.
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I sat myself on an available bench outside the restaurant, whilst Nate went to order the take away. I began tapping my fingers impatiently against my knee as I saw a figure out the corner of my eye sit down. I looked up to see a guy, around my age with short blonde hair, and deep blue eyes smile towards me
"Well hey there gorgeous, why's a girl like you sitting out here all on your own" I rolled my eyes at his terminology. I didn't respond and averted my gaze towards the restaurant doors. My stomach churned as he moved closer towards me, resting his hand above my knee. I looked towards him
"And what do you think you're doing?" I asked coldly, picking up his hand and placing firmly down on the bench
"Oh c'mon babe, don't be like that, how's about you and me go somewhere?"
"How about, no."
He raised both eyebrows, slightly taken back by my rejection
"No one rejects me" his voice was icy; he launched himself at me, crashing his lips against mine. As quickly as he launched himself towards me, he was pulled back
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
I wiped my mouth with disgust as I looked up seeing Nate pin the blonde guy against the wall angrily, with his left fist held high in the air. I've never seen Nate angry, ever, not even when Shane accidently knocked his laptop out the window.
The guy said nothing yet smirked maliciously.
"If you ever and I mean ever touch her or even look at her again, I'll make sure you're incapable of walking for a very long time." Nate lowered his fist and pushed the guy away.
"Are you okay?" he asked me as he put his arm around me, as the other was occupied by the pizza box he had picked up off the floor.
"I'm fine...Thank you Nate" I said as i pulled him into a hug "But c'mon let's get moving, I don't like cold pizza"
Okay so I'm sorry for the rubbish chapter, but next chapter is going to be longer and better, I swear! Plus i hate high school, it is ridiculous. I hate teachers and their constant nagging.
I'LL MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU GUYS, YOU GIVE ME 10 REVIEWS OR THE CLOSEST AMOUNT TO TEN(8/9) AND I'LL SEE IF I CAN GET THE NEXT CHAPTER POSTED BY TOMORROW NIGHT (FRIDAY)
1-7 REVIEWS AND I WILL HAVE CHAPTER 7 POSTED BY SUNDAY AT THE LATEST!
SPOLIERS:
DRAMADRAMADRAMADRAMA= BIG EVENTS HAPPENING
SHANE TALKS TO NATE
SARAH'S PESTERING SHANE
SHANE RECIEVES SOME NEWS. GOOD OR BAD? OH, DEFFINATELY BAD.