Chapter 6

"I-I-I," I stuttered. It was definitely a night for it. I really didn't know what to say. I wanted to say yes – oh how I wanted to say yes – but I knew that I was just getting caught up in the moment. Yes, he was being the perfect gentleman (opening doors, pulling out chairs, asking before kissing me) and I was attracted to him (seriously, who wasn't? He was gorgeous), but I was listening more to my rational side. The side which said that he was being too forward (a kiss on the first date?), that I barely knew the guy (yes, he had bared his soul to me but I had only known him for four days) and that kissing him would only lead to me getting hurt. And I didn't want to get hurt, I was settled here. Getting hurt was not an option. I had been hurt enough for on life time.

"Sorry Shane, but I think that that would be a very bad idea." He looked hurt. Shit, maybe I chose the wrong option.

"Would kissing me really be that bad?" He asked self-consciously. I had hit a nerve. Had someone said that about him in the past? He seemed so vulnerable. Why did he have to take it the wrong way?

"No, I just don't think it's such a good idea on a first date." He pulled away dejectedly.

"So I'm not utterly repulsive then?"

"No, far from it, but I mean we've known each other for four days, and I'm not the type of person who rushes into things, like relationships."

"Okay." He looked at the Rolex on his wrist. For a guy who wasn't a big fan of his fame, he sure did love his labels. "Well we need to go because we have somewhere to be at seven-thirty, and it's now seven-fifteen. Shit. I'm going to have to gun it."

"We better get going then." We quickly got in the car.

Shane pulled the car up. We were by a concert hall. Who was playing tonight? I remembered Nicole and Laura saying that someone was playing, but I couldn't remember who they said. Although, I knew it was a band I really liked.

"So, I've taken you to my favourite restaurant and my favourite place. Now, we are going to see my favourite band. But if you don't like them, we can just do something else."

"Who is it?" why couldn't I remember?

"All Time Low." Seriously, how did I not remember that? They were my favourite band. Hang on, me and Shane shared the same favourite band? Weird.

"They're my favourite too." I said quietly, still mystified about the commonality.

"That's good, because if you didn't like them, I don't know what I would have done. We would have obviously not gone, but I think I would have died a little inside."

"Who's supporting them?"

"Just a little band called Automatic Loveletter." He said smugly, as if he arranged it all. This was impossible considering tickets went on sale months ago.

"No, Automatic Loveletter?! Seriously?" I loved Automatic Loveletter, but this wasn't the only reason I was excited about them supporting.

"Yes, why are you so excited about that?"

"If they're there, their front woman will be there, which means ATL will play my favourite song in the best version." Shane looked at me as if he had had one of those light bulb moments.

"Oh, you mean 'Remembering Sunday'?"

"Yes, I feel quite connected to Juliet's part of the song."

"Well, come on. We don't want the doors to close and miss it." We got out of the car and raced to the venue. While we were going in I realised that I didn't even know where we were sitting.

"Shane, where are we sitting?"

"Front row." Oh my God. I could not believe this. Agreeing to go on one simple date had led to this. I owed Shane for this. It wasn't a normal date; it was a dream date.

It was an incredible concert. And It was about to get better. I heard the intro to my favourite song. I smiled at Shane, a silent thank you. But that wasn't enough. I leaned up and pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth. It wasn't exactly what he had wanted earlier, but it was close enough. As Juliet sang her part I began to cry.

I'm not coming back

I've done something so terrible

I'm terrified to speak

But you'd expect that from me

I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt

Now the rain is just

Washing you out of my hair

And out of my mind

It was that part that really got me. It was how I felt when I left home. Of course I didn't want to leave them. No matter what, they were my parents. I had to though for myself. It rained the day I left. How very relevant. I remembered it vividly as I literally ran away. It wasn't till I was about half an hour away that I phoned for a taxi to the airport. I just had to get away. The taxi driver wasn't exactly expecting a girl with make-up smeared eyes to be in his taxi. But I didn't answer his questions and he gave up after a while.

Shane noticed my glistening cheeks and grabbed my hand. He rubbed soothing circle onto the back of my hand with is thumb.

The song ended, and a few songs later so did the concert. It was about quarter to eleven by the time we got back to my apartment.

"Just as promised: before eleven."

"Do you want to come in?" I said awkwardly. I never usually did stuff like this, though saying that, I never usually went on dates.

He smiled at me. "I would love to." I opened my door, walked in, held the door open for him and flung my keys on the table by the door. I walked to the kitchen.

"You want a coffee or something?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks. Black, no sugar." He took his coffee like I did. Seriously, what was with all these similarities between us?

"I didn't say earlier: you've got a great place here." I hate my apartment, it was too small.

"Meh, it's a place to live. It was the best place I could find that was cheap enough."

"Well, surely you have enough money now to afford a better place."

"No, I have to pay for rent and bills and feeding myself and clothing myself. If I have anything left I put it into my ISA because I'm saving for a car."

"Wow, I really shouldn't complain about my cushy life."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I like my life, but sometimes I just wish it was much easier. Now if you excuse me, I have to pee. And I don't see the point in being more ladylike and using something less descriptive, because I'm not like that, and I don't want to lie to you." I left the room.

I didn't intentionally leave him alone in my apartment. I wasn't testing him or anything. This was why I was kind of shocked to find him having a nose around my apartment. He was currently in my bedroom. I prayed that he didn't notice any of the clothes on the floor from my second job. Crap, he was looking at the shoes by my closet.

"Mitchie, why do you have so many pairs of stripper heels?"

Shit.

AN: I apologise for the shortness and shitty-ness of this chapter. I just wasn't really feeling it, because I've been in a funny mood recentlyN. Which you would know if you've read my most recent drabble. Now don't jump to conclusions about Mitchie's second job, because you'll be wrong. Please review, but I don't blame you if you don't. The next one will be better. Shameless plugging time: my joint account isn't getting much feedback. Laura, Nicole and I would love you to review and tell us we don't suck, and we also have a challenge. So check out Team Laurcolesty please. R&R