She tried her best to block the sounds of Shanes voice - his melodious voice. One which she had once found difficult to live without hearing in the near past, but now she would pray to god that she'd be lucky enough to not see his face everyday. She couldnt concentrate on the game she was now losing against Frankie. She could only concentrate on Shanes voice. When the song was finally over, she felt relieved. She spotted Shane backstage on her way out. He was standing amongst the crowd of technicians backstage, looking over all the heads as if shearching for someone. His cheeks are bright pink and they seem to go even brighter when his eyes found who he was in search for.
Mitchie.
She turned her head, walking as fast as she could the other way. Not wanting any sort of conversation with him. All she wanted to do is enjoy a warm shower and snuggle up in her bed.
She ordered her breakfast in her room the next morning, not feeling like going to the restuarant downstairs and seeing the faces of her tour mates. She just wanted to be left alone. Being left alone turned out to be better than expected. She didnt let her mind wander. She concentrated on what she was doing, she concentrated on the songs she was writing. It astonished her at how many songs she had mangaed to write through out this tour. Too many to count, and they hadnt even finished half of it.
The thought of so much more of the tour being left annoyed her. She didnt want to be a part of this. She didnt want to go around everywhere with the extra baggage she felt like she was carrying, but she didnt have anywhere to go other than where she was. She most definately didnt want to go back to California. Not California, and the thought of California being their next destiantion, just a day away, marking the end of the American tour made her cringe. She wanted to find a magic clock and stop time, turn it back fifteen years when she didnt have anything to worry about.
The song writing was a way out - a way for her to forget that she'd have to be back in Los Angeles after the last show of the first leg of the tour that night. She felt superior to everyone at that moment, not that she hadnt felt superior to everyone so many moments in the past. Everyone was ecstatic. She could feel the joyous atomosphere that all her tour mates held about returning back home after two months. She could feel it even with her doors closed. She was sure she would be able to feel it if she hid under her blanket and covered her face with all the pillows in the room and she hated it.
She hated it.
She strummed on her guitar to block out the sounds only until she heard a knock on her door. Relucantly she opened it, finding Nate smiling widely on the other side.
"Whatccha doin' Mitchie?" He asked, jumping onto her bed and sitting crossed legged.
Mitchie cracked a smile and closed to door, turning around to see Nate flipping through the pages in Mitchies diary nonchalently. "I see a lot of writing has been going on." He pointed.
"Nahh I've actually been waiting for you to kiss me again."
"Ouch!" Nate brought his hand up to his eye, pretending to be hurt. "My eye starts throbbing everytime I think about that."
"Well, that was deserved." Mitchie sat next to Nate, mimicking his position. "But not from your brother, from me." She laughed. "And yeah, I've been writing. I dont have anything else to do. Everyone is so excited to go home."
"And you're not?"
"Is that supposed to be a joke?" Mitchie looked up at Nate questioningly. "You know I dont want to go to California."
Nate nodded."Look at the bright side. We're only gonna be there for two weeks and then the tour starts again."
"Hmm" Mitchie hummed. "I have a lot of unfished business there anyway."
"But August is so far away Mitchie!" Shane whined. "It's nearly a year away."
"I dont want to go to my wedding looking like I have a football strapped to my stomach." Mitchie informed, running her hands through Shanes thick locks and rubbing circles on his scalp. "Can you imagine me walking down the isle in a white dress looking like a hot air baloon?"
"I think you're amazing even if you become the size of California.." Shane looked up from Mitchies lap.
"Gee thanks."
"Why does how you look even matter?"
"Because," She stressed. "I'm only getting married once, and I want to look good okay?"
"But-"
"I'm eighteen Shane. I dont want to get married so soon. I know we have to eventually and till then we'll be living together. I'm sure we'll find a suitable house soon, but I wanna wait till next year. The baby will be born by then and everything will calm down. A wedding now will be too stressful."
Shane sat up from his head in MItchies lap in silence. "But we have to get married." He said like a little child.
"I'm sorry.." She whispered a moment later. "It's just that...I dont know." She breathed running a hand through her dark hair. "I love you Shane, I really do...it's just, why is this happening to me?" She wondered to herself, taking her head in her hands.
Shane watched Mitchie. He hated seeing her this way. He hated seeing her worried, he hated seeing her stressed, he didnt like any of it. And the worst part was he was unsure of what to do as she was. "Mitchie, baby," Shane's voice softened. He tugged onto her hands, but she didnt move. "Honey, please talk to me." He urged, wrapping his arms around her shoulder and pulling her to his chest. She let her hands fall and rested her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry," She whispered again, staring at the diamond on her ring finger. "I just, I missed you so much Shane and now you're here and I realize that we're going to get a house together and we're going to be married and we're going to have a baby. We're going to have a baby, Shane.." She spoke as if the realization daunted and she breathed in sharply, filling her ribcage with air. "I don't even know how to change diaper."
"I do, so you don't have to worry about diaper duty." He chuckled. "I have a younger brother you know."
"Shane..."
He kissed her forehead.
"I know..." He breathed, gently pulling her into his lap. "I know, baby," he brushed her hair behind her shoulders before tracing the outline of her face with his hands and placing a sound kiss on her lips. She responded immidiately by bringing her hands up to his neck, pulling him closer to her. "I don't know what's gonna happen and I'm so scared." She admitted, meeting his eyes. He nodded knowingly, leaning his forehead against hers and breathed in her scent. "I'm scared too, Mitchie and I'm sorry, this is my fault-"
"It's not your fault." She insisted.
"It is, Mitchie," Shane interjected. "Partly it is. But I know we're gonna be alright. We're in this together, we're gonna be alright."
"Mitchie?"
"Yo, kid." She chuckled at herself, pulling out of her dreamland.
"Dad wants you to perform a new song for the last show in the American leg of the tour tonight."
Mitchie remained silent for a couple of seconds until Nates words made sense to her diverted mind.
"Oh" Michies lips formed an 'O' shape in understanding. "So thats why you're here."
"Umm..yeah." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Dad sent me. He thought it'd be better since you know, I got punched for you."
Mitchie rose her eyebrows.
"No, I'm joking. He sent me cause you talk to me which kind of makes me feel special cause you talk to me."
"What are you on Kid? I thought you knew better then to get involved in drugs."
"Shut-up. So, will you?"
"Why?"
"Because.." He sighed. "Dad wants you to. He thinks its the perfect way to end this leg of the tour you know, since we did a new song yesterday too."
"It was a cool song. You know, yesterdays one."
"Shane wrote it." Nate informed, staring at Mitchies face for any sort of reaction.
"I know." She replied.
"Okay, so will you do it?" He urged.
"Do I have another choice?"
Mitchie felt exhausted from all the rehersals. She felt like all of her energy had been drained rehersing and she didnt have any left for the show, or maybe it was because she gave the rehersals her all. She needed to consume her mind in everything but thinking about going back to California. She didnt want to face the reality of the situation and like many times before she wanted to run away.
The crowd that night made her nervous and she wasnt sure why though becuase she always felt nothing but loved by her fans, and she should be happy that she could spend the next two weeks without all of the people she had been seeing every day for the past 3 months. She could spend the next two weeks doing whatever she pleased. She could spend the next two weeks without having to see Shane and Franchesca. She'd be back home, her old home. The one she had grown up in, not the one she had moved into a year ago with Shane. She'd be going back to her parents house until she found one she could call her own.
Her heart was thumping so hard against her chest she could no longer feel it. Every breath was shaky as she grabbed the microphone for the last time that night before seating herself in the middle of the stage on the stool brought by secrurity for her to perform a new song. She took a moment of silence before she was able to sing and contemplated her song choice because she knew it would raise questions once it was over. People would ask if she was still in love with him and even though she made herself believe she wasnt, she still had a hard time believing herself and she hated herself for that.
She hated herself for too many reasons to count.
The lights dimmed and she almost found a comfort in the darkness. She calmed herself and pretended that there were'nt 60,000 people staring at her that moment, waiting for her voice to echo through the crowd. She pretended she was alone, swallowing harshly and pretended she was singing for herself.
"I still remember the look on your face,
lit through the darkness at 1:58."
She yawned again, but she knew she wouldnt be able to sleep and she'd regret not trying to in the morning when she knew Shane would drag her along nice and early to search for the couch they had yet to find for their new drawing room and a dresser for the guestroom. It was the anxiouty and the adrenaline. They had finally found the perfect house, Shanes enthusiasm causing them to move in as soon as the paper work was complete. She was happy to be finally with him where it was only the two of them. Their home. Their own home.
She couldnt take her eyes off of his face as he slept there, next to her. His beautiful face. Only the moonlight lit up their bedroom, and she watched him sleep soundly, like a baby. She made a mental note to buy lamps when they were out the next day. Shane looked so serene in his sleep, his chest rising up and down every second. She admired his long lashes and his thick dark hair that fell past his forhead messily covering his eyes. He still managed to take her breath away in such a simple state.
She slowly ran the back of her hand down his cheek, the heat radiating from his skin making hers feel like it had caught on fire. Her fingertips brushed away the hair from his eyes and he stirred for a moment before opening his eyes.
"The words that you whisper,
for just us to know."
"Mitchie.." He mumbled, confused. "Sweetheart, are you okay? Why arent you sleeping, is...is the baby okay?" He sat up quickly, his voice urgent and hoarse.
"I cant sleep. Sorry I woke you."
"Baby," He sighed, wrapping his arms around her stomach, her baby bump now evident, he pulled her to him laying back down on the bed. "You can wake me anytime." Mitchie snuggled into Shanes body, enjoying the warmth Shanes body was responsible on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and within moments she found herself drifting into a slumber.
"Is this okay?" Shane asked.
Mitchie nodded into his chest, suddenly too sleepy to speak. She felt at peace. His arms were where she belonged.
He spoke quietly in her ear, words that were comforting even though they were words she was unable to make out in her drowsy state.
"I love you." He spoke in her ear, pulling the covers over thier bodies, knowing Mitchie wouldnt be able to sleep without them..
"You told me you loved me,
so why did you go
Away,
away?"
"I do recall now,
the smell of the rain."
"It never rains at this time of the year!" Mitchie stated, her voice holding sudden excitement. She enjoyed the droplets of water on her face as she and Shane stepped off of the plane. They had caught the flight back from Texas where Shanes family and her had been celebrating Nates birthday and were back just in time for Mitchies untrasound in LA.
"Fresh on the pavement,
I ran off the plane."
"Honey, I'm so excited," Shane interwined his fingers with Mitches, placing a loving kiss on Mitchies lips. "I hope we find out its a girl, I wan't a daughter!" He exclaimed happily at the thought as they walked past the heaps of paparazzi ready to go the big ultrasound. They had been waiting in anticipation for that day, the day they found the sex of the child.
"I want to have a son." Mitchie said slowly.
Shane nodded happily. "We can have a son too. We can have twins, I hope we're having twins."
"Shane," Mitchie rolled her eyes. "You know we're not having twins."
"I know, but I love the thought." He grinned widely. "I hope we have twins one day."
"And do you see that?" Mitchies gynechologist pointed to the screen. "Thats the heartbeat." She informed. "Would you like to know the sex of the child?"
"Yes!" Shane exclaimed eagerly as he held Mitchies hand while she lay watching the small sceen in awe on the hospital bed.
"That July 9th,
the beat of your heat,"
Shane and Mitchie held their breaths in anticipation.
"Looks like the two of you are going to be welcoming a baby boy." Her doctor informed kindly.
Mitchie smiled in victory as Shanes arms found themselves around Mitchies torso within seconds. "Mitchie, I'm so, so happy baby," He connected their foreheads.
"Me too." She held his face, kissing him slowly.
"I'm so...thank you." He smiled.
"Shane, you have gel all over your shirt now." Mitchie giggled.
"It jumps through your shirt,
I can still feel your arms,"
"Shit." Shane cursed, moving his body away from Mitchies gigling one for a second before embracing her again. "But I dont care. I'm going to have a son!"
"Your phone," Mitchie mumbled pushing Shane away. "Answer your phone."
Shane left the room and returned back seconds later with an even bigger smile on his face. "I cannot believe this Mitchie. You are not going to believe this, honey."
"What?"
"I got the part! I got the part... I'm doing the movie and I'm going to be the father of a son, this day cannot get any better!"
"But now I'll go,
sit on the floor
wearin' your clothes,
all that I know
I don't know,
how to be something you miss.
"I want our son to be like you." Mitchie told Shane as she watched him make dinner from across the kitchen counter."I want him to be just like you. I want him to have your eyes and your hair. I want his cheeks to get as pink as yours do when your hot and I want him to have your smile. It's so beautiful, you know, your smile Shane? Gosh, I love it. I love your smile. Not the tight lipped one, no, when you smile fully, when you really are truely happy and you smile with your teeth, I love seeing that smile."
Never thought
we'd have a
last kiss.
Never imagined we'd end
like this,
your name forever the name on my lips."
"I swear, Shane! If you fucking make me dance or move for the matter of fact then I'm going to cut your balls off and feed them to the first animal I see. Why do we have to have a house warming party now? I can even bearly walk with your son in my womb!" She yelled, her pale face turning red. "Can you please cancel this party?" She whined standing up from the chair.
"Nuh-ah.." Shane said.
"You do not want to mess with Mamma bear right now"
"C'mon Mitchie it's gonna be fun!" He whined. "Your parents are coming and so is Caity, you havent seen her in a while have you?"
"They better come." She huffed, crossing her arms around her chest. "And Nate better bring my black forest cake."
"You know, Mitch. I knew you're gonna have a son." Caitlyn stated, taking a sip of her drink.
Mitchie rose her eyebrows at her friend. "Shut-up, you're only saying that now cause you know that I'm having a boy."
"No!" Caitlyn protested. "Have you seen Denise? She's like a boy making machine, I knew you'd have a son too." Mitchie laughed at her words as Caitlyn leaned against the wall, pointing her glass in front of her. "Is Franchesca Wayne at your party?" She asked unsurely.
"Apparently," Mitchie shrugged non-chalently. "She's Shanes co-star in his movie." Mitchie watched as Shane left Franchescas side after greeting her and introducing her to a couple of the other guests and made his way towards them.
"I still remember,
the swing in your step.
The life of the party,
you're showing off again."
Once reaching Mitchie, he gave her a wink, smiling cheekily as he held his hand out for her.
"I'm better sitting here while your son kicks the shit out of me." Mitchie explained to Shane seriously. "I swear, if I lose a rib-"
"Or two," Caitlyn interjected, while Shane rose his eyebrows at her, "What? This one's a beast you got there." She patted Mitchies stomach happily.
"Then it's your fault. Why does he hate me so much?" Mitchie finished.
Shanes playful expression turned worried instantly.
"Are you okay?" He grabbed onto her arms worridly. "Does it hurt."
"I'm joking, Shane.." Mitchie chuckled as she watched relief flood over Shanes features. "Since when did you become so serious?"
"I roll my eyes and then you pull me in."
She slipped her hand into Shanes, playfully rolling her eyes as she excused herself from her friend. "Lets dance, I'll go slow." Shane assured.
"I'm not much for dancing,
but for you I did."
"The party, I'm impressed, and you didnt even need my help." Mitchie giggled as Shane held her firmer, moving her in slow circles to the fast paced music. "Do you realize how stupid we look right now?" She laughed at herself.
"No," Shane chuckled. "Everyone is just jealous that your going to be my wife in a couple of months." He said proudly,
"Yes, I can see everyone being jealous of me." Her voice was layered with sarcasm. "I can bearly lay my head on your shoulders and I cant even match my steps with the beat." She whined again. "You should go and dance with someone else. Have fun, it's your party, go and dance with Franchesca," Mitchie pointed with her eyes towards her direction, Franchesca watching the duo dance intently. "She look-"
"Shut-up," He scolded, crashing his lips down on hers suddenly. "Shut-up..." He repeated, holding her face in his hands as his lips placed firmly against hers and a moan errupted from the back of Mitchies throat at the sudden contact. "I want to dance with you." He mumbled. "My eyes don't see anyone but you." She gripped onto his shirt, using it to pull him closer while Shane dugg his fingers into her hair with one hand, letting the other rest on her over grown stomach, rubbing it lightly over her dress causing Mitchie to smile into the kiss. Shane used this oppertunity to push his tounge past her teeth and into her mouth, enjoying her taste and her warmth. Mitchie bit his bottom lip before slowly sucking onto the pink flesh, calming the wound. Shane growled at her ministrations before they both parted suddenly, desperate for air.
"Because I love your handsake,
me and my father.
I love how you walk
with your hands in your pockets,
how you kiss me when I was
in the middle of sayin' something.
There's not a day I don't miss
those rude interruptions."
"Mitchie.." He slowly shook Mitchie awake. Shane had been sitting next to her sleeping body for more than an hour, still contemplating whether he should go or not. He knew he couldnt back out right now, last minute, and regretted his dicission of taking up the movie at such a time. Mitchie was due sometime within the next couple of weeks and he wanted to be with her every second of the day. But it was Mitchie who had encouraged him to take up the movie, making him realize how good of an oppertunity it was to explore his passion for acting even if she knew it would mean he'd be away from her. She wanted him to progress in ways he never thought he was capable of and she didnt want to be held responsible for him being held up. His parents already blamed her for that.
They thought she had suddenly became an obstacle in his success, they thought she was a barrier between him and his dreams and it killed her because that was the last thing she was or wanted to be. She wanted him to be his best.
Mitchie stirred for a second before mumbling under her breath and waking up, not opening her eyes though. "Shane..?" She brought her hand out from the covers and blindly shoved it in the air, trying to find Shanes body. Shane laughed as it fell on his thigh and he covered her hand with his. "I'm not opening my eyes, I wont be able to fall asleep again." She lied. It was silly, but she didnt want to see him leave. She didnt want to be alone again, even if her mother and Caitlyn had come the night before to stay with her during Shanes absence. It wasnt the same.
"Okay," Shane nodded, moving her messy hair from her forhead and letting his hand slide down to her cheek. "I just wanted to say, goodbye." He stated.
"Hmm.." Mitchie nodded feeling a burning sensation at the back of her closed eyes. "What time is it?"
"6:53.." He looked at the clock in their bedroom. "I dont want to go." He whispered guiltily.
"Shane.." Mitchie couldnt stop a tear from leaving her eyes as she opened them.
"See, I made you cry." He wiped away her tears.
Mitchie laughed. "No, they're happy tears." She lied again. "Now that your going, no one will annoy me about having my medication."
"I already told your mom and Caity last night to make sure you have them on time." He grinned proudly, laying his body down next to hers.
"Hey!" Mitchie yelled. "Do you have your shoes on? No shoes on the bed, I told you like a million times, Shane. Get off my bed with your shoes!"
"No shoes," He chuckled, swinging his leg upto Mitchies line of vision. She smiled and opened her covers for him to get in.
"Thank you.." He said, snuggling his head into the nook between Mitchies neck and shoulder. Mitchie sighed, running her fingers through Shanes hair at the back of his head. He kissed her skin several times before whispering "I'm sorry I have to leave, I swear I tried to shift the dates, but they needed it to be done at this time of the year."
"I know," she smiled. "It's okay, I know. I'm just gonna miss you Shane. You better be back before your son is born."
"I will." He held her face as he kissed her. "I'll be back a week before the date and you're going to call me if you have any problems, do you understand? I swear, I'll be a call away. I'll miss you and Christopher." He smiled slowly at the nate they had decided for their unborn child.
"It's only two weeks, I guess I'll live, and atleast you'll be in the same country."
"Thats always a bonus."
"So I'll watch you live in pictures
like I used to watch you sleep."
"Aaaand..." Mitchie held her stomach, laughing so hard she needed to catch her breath. "Do you...re-remember thhis?" She panted, pointing towards the photo album in Caitlyns hand.
Caitlyn nodded from her sitting position, laughing just as hard. It had only been two days since Shane had left for his outdoor shoot and Mitchie had been trying her best to keep her mind off of him. "Yes, and Jason, he-he was taking a picture..." Caitlyn burst into a fit of giggles again while Mitchie held her stomach, trying to calm herself. "Andhefellintothewater." She said in one breath laughing again as she struggled to control herself.
"Mitchie, did you pee on yourself?" Caitlyn suddenly asked, looking at the darkened part of the rug that Mitchie was standing on.
"Huh?" She looked down and stared for a moment. "Caitlyn..." She said slowly. "I think I'm.."
"Connie!" Caitlyn yelled panickingly at the top of her lungs.
"Whats the matter girls?" Connie came running down the stairs. "If this is one more of your jok-"
"Mitchies water just broke," She spoke quickly looking between the mother daughter duo.
"And I feel you forget me,
like I used to feel you breathe."
"But she's not due for another three weeks." Connie stepped closer to Mitchie, examining her state.
"And I keep up with our old friends,
just to ask them how you are."
"I don't know mom. Someone take me to the fucking hospital!" She yelled, her voice an octave higher than before. "And call Shane!"
"Hope it's nice where you are."
"Mitchie, just a little harder baby, you're doing great," Shanes voice was nervous and caring. He had been in the delivery room for the past two hours, returning to LA with the first flight he could find. Doctors had informed him that the delivery had to be done soon or else it could rise further complications for both mother and son and he hadnt left her side for a second. He had read many books in preperation for this day, even if both him and Mitchie didnt know it would be coming so soon and he knew better than anything to not panic and not to annoy her. He had to encourage her, but he felt frightened himself. From this moment onwards they would no longer be themselves, they would be parents. A whole new person would be dependant on them and they would be held responsible for his upbringing and every other thing that came with parenthood.
But they were ready for it. He knew they were.
"And I hope the sun shines,
and it's a beautiful day."
He took a deep breath and continued to encourage her. It was almost frightening watching her like that. Her face was red and she dug her fingers into Shanes arms, hoping it would somehow ease the pain. Her hair was wet and sticky from the sweat and she tried breathing in deep like she was instructed, but each breath seemed to take too much effort to muster up. "I'm fucking trying Shane, I'm trying!" She snapped feeling only heat radiate from her body.
"Yes, you're doing great." he assured, calming his voice. "You're doing great honey, just a little more." He moved the hair away from her forhead where it clung to her skin as she hung onto him tighter, Shane sure he'd need a bandage for his hand soon.
"I fucking can't..." She yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Yes you can. Yes you can, you're doing great. Push a little harder, you can do it. Just a little more Mitchie, thats my girl...just..." Shane's heart stopped when he saw he head appear.
"I will fucking kill you when this is over Shane!"
He couldnt take his eyes off of the little baby in the doctors hand. He felt so many emotions at once. He didnt know if he should laugh or cry until he saw the doctors worried face. Mitchie had passed out seconds ago and he watched in confusion and fear as his minutes old son was placed on a table, several machines suddenly pressed to his tiny body while doctors screamed words that he could not comprehend at that moment.
Seconds passed and so did minutes and the doctors line around the small table with the infant seemed to only increase. Shanes worried questions were not answered and he stood there helplessly.
"Something reminds you,
you wish you had stayed."
You can plan for a change in
weather and town,
but I never planned on you
changing your mind."
It was near midnight when Mitchie gained concious again. Her eyes were heavy and her lips were dry. She licked them but the dryness didnt seem to go. Shane immidiately came to her aid, holding her close to him as she weakly drank from the bottle she was given. She didnt let her eyes adjust to the heavly lighted and over populated room. Visiting hours had ended hours ago, but everyone seemed to still be there.
"Wh-where's my baby?" She asked urgently, seeing the dead expressions on everyones faces. "Shane?" She looked at him, her eyes begging for her son.
Shane looked up at the room full of people, giving a light nod as they slowly decended the room. He looked anywhere but at Mitchie. He didnt know how he could face her.
"Why are you all leaving? Where...where is my baby?"
"Mitchie..." His bloodshot eyes met her fearful ones for the first time.
"Shane, where is he?"
"I-"
"Shane.." Her voice was hard and serious. "Why can't I see our son? Where is he, Shane? Why isnt he here? I want to hold him, bring him here." She felt her throat drying again and gulped down the whole contents of the bottle in her hand.
"I don't know what to say.." His voice cracked. Shane held onto Mitchie as if she were a fragile piece of glass and would break.
"Why are your eyes so red Shane?" Mitchies fingertips touched the area. "Have you been crying? Why have you been crying? Is he okay, is Christopher okay?"
"Mitchie," Shanes eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He held her to his chest as tears fell down his cheeks freely.
"I don't understand Shane. What are you talking about? Bring Christopher to me Shane, where is he?"
"He didnt make it. Christopher didnt make it."
"Shane, I don't...what-...tell me where he is.." She demanded. "I don't, I don't understand Shane. You're scaring me."
"His, he's...he was stillborn Mitchie. He died in your uterus."
"So I'll go,
sit on the floor wearin'
your clothes.
All that I know is
I dont know,
how to be something you miss.
Never thought we'd have a last kiss,
never imagined we'd end like this.
Your name,
forever the name on my lips.
Just like our last kiss.
Forever the name on my lips.
Forver the name on my lips.
Just like our last..."
I dont like this chapter, honestly. But the song is love. I had several songs in mind for this one being Save You by Kelly Clarkson and honestly that would have gone pretty prefect with the situation we have her, but then it wouldnt be able to tell a story like Last Kiss does. Anyway, what do you guys think? You finally know what happened to the baby. I was gonna leave the part about Mitchie knowing about Christopher being still born for the next chapter, but then I though you all would have probably guessed that after reading this.
This chap is mostly their past and I dont know how you guys feel about it.
I dont really know what else to write here. Sorry for the late update though. I usually start of with little or no inspiration but as I go on writing everything just hits me like a ton of bricks and I get all these ideas and every chapter seems to be longer than originally planned like this one.
I'm not sure when I'll be able to post the next chapter because MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IS GETTING ENGAGED! woott haha you gotta excuse me for my excitement, I only have one sibling and her engagement party is on the 27th and is out of town *rolls eyes* and when I mean out of town, I mean an 8 hour car drive and I have to be there by the 24th and blahh I wont have internet connection. I'll try and take my laptop though so I MIGHT be able to write there. Cant make any pormises and I dont really see myself updating before I leave. I'm not sure, I might though if inspiration hits me like a ton of bricks like ot always does lol I might even end up writing the next chapter when I wake up tomorrow morning. You never know :P
Anyway, leave a reviw if you read this and thank you for reading and all the reviews.
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Song: Last Kiss - Taylor Swift