Chapter 11: Number

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A/N: Im glad so many of you liked me having shane and mitchie use examples for rides from their past for a comparison to the kiss. I didnt want to do fireworks cuz that is cliched (BLAH) and also that is something everyone can relate to. (the rides not the fireworks)

Mitchie looked out the window as Shane walked away.

And she looked at the number written in sharpie on her arm.

And she smiled.

Sure she was sad Shane was leaving.

But she finally had his number.

And he had hers.

She lightly traced the messy numbers scratched on to her forearm.

It was Shanes hand writing.

And she could call him whenever she wanted to now.

Although she still had one unanswered question.

Where they actually together?

Shane continued to stare at the beautifully written numbers on his arm.

If only they made Mitchie scented markers.

He had wanted to call her the minute he left her loft.

But that would make him seem crazy and obsessed.

And he didnt want that.

He wanted to be able to just talk to her.

And be with her.

And work and strive for the old Mitchie.

He already knew that was happening.

When he saw that smile on her face.

That was enough to convince him she was going to be the old Mitchie again.

Ryan smirked as she saw Shane with a phone number on his arm.

She sneaked to a bench closer to him to get a better look.

No little skank was taking her Shane away.

She stared at his arm that was swinging by his side.

And caught the numbers.

She smiled a bit and jolted the numbers down.

She was going to scare this skank away.

Whoever she was.

She wasnt getting Shane.

Never.

She pulled out her old cellphone.

Smiled.

And typed the digits into the pin pad.

She was going to find out who this was.

And tear them down.

Until she cried.

And crawled back into whatever little hole she had came out of.

She smiled even more as the ringing ended and she was met with a womans voice.

"Hello?"

"Im looking for Jenny Kirks."

Ryan said this with an evil smile on her face.

"Um sorry you have the wrong number. Theres no Jenny here. Only Mitchie."

Now Ryan just had to weasel the last name out of her. Of course only Ryan wouldnt have the sense to realize there is only one Mitchie. But she didnt. So she asked.

"You know theres a singer whos name is Mitchie."

Mitchie froze as she heard the stranger over the phone say that.

Was this a stalker?

A crazy fan?

Who knows.

But whoever it was.

She shouldnt have Mitchies personal number.

"Who is this? Whoever it is why do you have my personal number."

She was met with a dull beep.

Ryan smiled knowing who it was.

It was Mitchie Torres.

The skank.

And she knew just how to tear her down.

And make sure she can never get Shane.