Chapter 3: Notebook

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A/N: A little Mitchie bashing. Then a little Mitchie loving. And then a small hint of Mitchie bashing again.

"You finally came to your senses!"

Hillary sighed.

"Caitlyn I didnt want to leave."

"Still. Best thing that ever happened to me was getting fired by the female Satan."

"Caitlyn shes not that bad."

"Not that bad?! Your standing up to her! You did the right thing."

"Caitlyn...."

"Shes the devil Hillary. She doesnt deserve any friends. The only thing she deserves is to die old and alone with her face stuck in a smirk from all her botoxing."

Hillary sighed again.

"Theres got to be something we can do."

"What do you mean we? Im not doing anything involving Mitchie Torres ever again."

"Shes our friend Caitlyn."

Caitlyn laughed hollowly.

"She was our friend. Emphasis on was."

"Fine Caitlyn Ill try and get the old Mitchie back myself."

"Good luck with that."

Caitlyn was followed by a dull annoying sound coming from the phone.

Hillary sighed and started thinking.

How could she get the old Mitchie back.

Shane thought about Mitchies note book.

And how he had told Nate to be the one to give it to her.

But that was only because Shane would never have the guts to give it to Mitchie himself.

He wondered if he could get Nate to give it to Mitchie now.

To help him eliminate an image of a crying insecure Mitchie who was being beat down by the press.

A picture that has been breaking his heart ever since he thought about it.

He looked at his phone.

Not only did he want Mitchie to be happy.

But he wanted to let all of his feelings for her out.

He missed her.

Every thing about her.

He pressed 13 on his phone.

Two minutes of ringing.

And then Nate picked up.

"Shane?"

"Hey Nate."

"Shane why did you call."

"Remember that promise you made me."

"Uh..."

"The notebook."

"I havent seen that movie or read the book Shane."

"No. The yellow one. Please tell me you still have it."

"Yeah I still have it. You would murder me if I didnt."

Shane couldnt help but smile for the first time in a while hearing that.

"I probably would its special to me. So do you think you could fulfill that promise?"

"Uh.. I guess so."

Shane smiled.

"Thank you Nate. And make sure it gets to Mitchie. Only Mitchie. If anyone says they will give it to her say no that you were told to deliver it straight to Mitchie."

"Ok."

"And also do you think you could fill me in on her when your done?"

"Sure why not."

"Thanks Nate."

"Your welcome Shane. I just hope she doesnt throw something at me."

Shane sighed.

"I dont believe what those guys say about her so why do you?"

"I didnt but the moment they say she is worse than you were. Well you sorta have to start believing them."

"Whatever."

And Shane hung up before Nate could say anything.