Chapter 19: I love you

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A/N:

Stupid Fanfiction. Okay so the reason you didnt get this one up until now was because of stupid fanfiction causing me to spend a full day trying to get fanfiction to work Ps sorry this chapter is short. Im tired and I start school on monday, and fanfiction Im ready to throw out the window. So Im so sorry. :C

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Mitchie kissed him lightly.

Savoring every minute of it.

Their arms around each other.

Their noses barely touching.

Her fingers lightly dragging down his back.

His hands pressed firmly into her back.

The shorter dark layers of her hair falling in her face brushing his.

The rest of her hair behind her swooshing around.

Him smiling at her dark layers brushing across his face lightly.

And then he pulled away.

And whispered in her ear.

"I love you."

She smiled.

And lightly brushed a lock of hair out of her face and responded.

"I love you to."

He smiled.

But it wasnt Shane.

It was Ross.

With his large green eyes.

And that gorgeous red hair.

That soft beautiful hair that she loved to dig her fingers into.

With that pale beautiful skin.

And that Irish accent.

The one that whispered I love you to her.

The one that had convinced her to do so much.

The man who was so toned and gorgeous.

And not gangly and string bean like.

Like Shane.

Shane was his opposite.

Shane had dark hair.

That wasnt soft.

Or beautiful.

Shane had dark eyes that would show nothing.

He had no accent.

He was an average joe. (Lol no pun intended O.O.)

Who was weird.

Unlike Ross who was amazing.

And did everything to stand out.

But he did it.

And didnt make a fool out of himself doing it.

She loved Ross.

Not Shane.

She loved how Ross was different.

Not afraid to take risks.

And always made the first move.

While with Shane.

She was stuck in a dead end relationship.

And she hated it.

So maybe thats why.

Instead of Ross being her nightmare.

And Shane being her dream.

Ross became her dream.

And Shane became her living nightmare.

And maybe thats why.

As she lay in bed eyes wide open.

Having woken up after she ran her hands through Ross' hair.

She pondered these things.

And maybe.

Just maybe.

Saying I love you to Ross had been the right thing to say to him after all.