Chapter 8: Hi

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A/N: I will continue this story. But only because of two people. Hopelessly Jonas Bro Obsessed who put out a note on all of her stories telling everyone to read this story. And .Hale the only person who sent me a review that I didnt feel like was trying to butter me up. Honestly I laughed and smiled it was just so funny. So the rest of this story is dedicated to you two. And the threequel since Hoplessly Jonas Bro Obsessed tried so hard to get me to do it. Thanks for being there for me when I felt like no one liked this story. Also if it gets fluffy at all. Im sorry but im reading the time travelers wife and it is just soooooo aaawwww. Also to any of you who were hurt by the note. Im sorry I wasnt trying to hurt any one. Also I apologize to anyone who felt that I was throwing myself a pity party.

Hillary kept herself from running away at last minute when she appeared at Mitchies door.

She grasped the handle and opened the door.

She knew it was open.

It always was.

So why bother knocking.

She strolled into the room with a stern look on her face.

Until she saw Mitchie Torres grasping a notebook sitting on the floor surrounded by broken glass and a pile of ashes.

Her face softened and she balled up the paper that had been carefully folded in her pocket.

"Mitchie?"

Mitchie looked at her with sad dark eyes.

Still grasping the notebook.

Hillary looked at her.

Unable to believe that this was Mitchie.

And she repeated her question.

"Mitchie?"

Soft tears of regret made their way down Mitchies face.

And Hillary felt horrible.

She walked over to Mitchie.

"Whats wrong Mitchie."

Mitchie didnt say anything just slowly handed her the note book still looking at her with those sad eyes.

Hillary lightly took the notebook from her.

And saw all of the songs.

"Mitchie your songs are amazing."

Mitchie sniffed lightly.

"Go farther."

"Okay."

And she did.

And just like Mitchie.

She found the messy scribbly boy hand writing.

And found Shanes letter.

Hillary read the letter than looked at Mitchie.

"Whos S.G?"

More tears came down Mitchies face when Hillary asked that question.

With a watery voice laced with regret and sadness she answered.

"Shane Gray."

Shane had finally gathered up the courage to go.

And this time.

He made it to the door.

He lightly knocked.

And hoped Mitchie would answer.

Instead he was met with the face of someone else.

She looked at him.

"Can I help you?"

"Is Mitchie here?"

The girl hesitated with answering.

"I um dont think she really wants to see anyone right now."

He sighed.

"Please tell her its Shane."

The girl froze.

"Now thats where I have seen you before."

He looked at her quizzically.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Ill go ask her about it. Be right back. Dont go any where."

And he didnt.

Five minutes later when she came back he was still there.

She sighed.

"Yeah you can come in."

He held back a smile as he walked into the loft.

And was horrified by it.

It was disgusting.

Revolting at worst.

He bit his toungue and followed the girl.

And was met with a crying Mitchie Torres gripping the yellow note book for dear life.

He looked at her softly.

And she looked back up with her sad dark eyes.

And she froze.

It was him.

The distant memory from her summer of two years ago.

It was Shane Gray.

"Hi Mitchie."