I decided to have a little fun with Shane in the beginning of this chapter. And NOT in that way, you pervs! God, seriously??

"Shane," Mitchie said, poking the boy. Shane did nothing but roll over.

"Shane," she said again, poking him a little harder. Shane grunted and twitched.

"SHANE! WAKE UP!" Mitchie screamed, kicking his bed.

"WHA-?" Shane yelled, falling out of his bed. "Michelle?! What are you doing here?!"

"I'm taking you around town," Mitchie said. "Come on, get up."

"But it's eight in the morning!" Shane complained. "It's too early."

"Eight o'clock is NOT early."

"Go away."

"Shane, really, you need to get up," Mitchie warned.

"Go away." Mitchie sighed. Suddenly, she started jumping on the bed, stepping on his arm accidently.

"OMIGOSH SHANE, THERE ARE, LIKE, A MILLION FANGIRLS OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE!" Mitchie squealed.

"What?!" Shane exclaimed. "Well make them go away!"

"I tried that!" Mitchie said. "They want you to come out." Shane muttered a few swears, then pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt, the came down the stairs.

"Where's all the screaming?" he asked.

"Oh, I told them you were sleeping and to give me fifteen minutes and I'll have you up," Mitchie said. Shane paused before opening the door and stepping out.

"Hey guys!" he shouted, then realized there was no one there. He heard a little click, and turned to see Mitchie pulling a key out of the lock. She smiled innocently as she held up the key and placed it in her pocket.

"I hate you," he said darkly.

"Hate you too," she said. "So this should be interesting.

"You tricked me," he said.

"You wouldn't get up."

"Whatever. I already know my way around town."

"Watch out for fan girls," Mitchie said, starting to walk away.

"What? You're not gonna tell me not to go away, or at least go the way you suggest? You're not gonna follow me?" Shane asked.

"Nope," she said. "I have a rep to protect."

"What rep?" Shane asked. Mitchie turned again.

"I'm the only girl in my school who doesn't like you," she said. "If they see me with you, they'll think I was lying."

"Well, where are you going then?" Shane asked, taking a step closer to her. She bit her lip for a moment.

"A place me and my friend found," she said. "I go there almost everyday in the summer. You can come too, if you want. I don't care." She disappeared into the woods, and Shane took off after her.

"So what do you do at this place?"

"You'll see. Just be patient." Shane crossed his arms.

"In my world, I get what I want, when I want," he said.

"Well, this is my world," Mitchie shot back. "Get used to it." They walked in a frosty silence until they were facing a wall of boulders. Mitchie started taking off her clothes. (You have a sick, sick mind.)

"Michelle!" Shane said, horrified. "What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you how to live," she said. She had a bikini on underneath. "Hope you brought a bathing suit." She took off up the boulders, and Shane joined her. They reached the top, and Shane gaped at what he saw. There was a beautiful, crystal clear lake, and a small shed at the shore. Shane's stomach sank as he realized what Mitchie was about to make him do. She was going to push him off, and the drop was a good hundred feet.

But instead, Mitchie flung herself off the cliff and into the water. She screamed the whole way down, but it was out of exhilaration. She broke through the still surface, and she smiled.

'Never gets old,' she thought, and swan back to the surface. Shane was still standing at the top, looking at the drop.

"Come on!" she screamed. "The water's great!"

"No thanks, I'll pass," he called.

"Aw, is the wittle pop star scared?" she asked.

"No!" he insisted. She imitated a chicken, and Shane backed up and jumped. He curled his body into a cannon ball, and landed right next to her, and she squealed as she was sprayed with water.

"Show off," she said when he resurfaced.

"So what else do you do?" he asked when they'd swam for a while.

"Well, when me and my friend found this place, it was only the lake," she explained. "When my friend moved away, I decided to clean this place up. I built the shed to keep pool stuff in, and towels. See that rope over there?" She pointed to the trees. "I tied that to that tree and built that tiny dock-like thing, to swing into the lake. I also made a tire swing over there. You'd be surprised at what you can find in the dump." she pointed again.

"You build all this stuff?"

"Yeah. There's also a house at the other end of the lake. It's been abandoned for years, and I moved a bunch of stuff into it during the summers, when my parents were at work. I've got a mattress, so I don't have to sit on the floor, I've got books, a little TV, my laptop's in there..." she trailed off.

"Wow, you have your own little hide out here don't you?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I do. The only thing I need to do now is paint the house."

"Why didn't you do it before?"

"Well, I bought the paint, but then my dad expanded his hardware shop, and my mom quit her job to start a catering business in our house."

"So, what?"

"So they couldn't give me allowance to buy stuff for a while, and my mom's always in the house, so I'd never be able to sneak everything past her."

"Well what about throwing it out the window?" Shane suggested. He was only kidding, but a wide grin spread across her face.

"Good idea! Come on!" She got out of the water and took off running towards her house. The one thing Shane could do as well as Mitchie was run, probably from running from all his fans.

"Michelle, you know I was kidding, right?" Shane said.

"Mitchie," she said. "You can call me Mitchie."

"Fine, Mitchie. I was still kidding."

"I don't care. It's a good idea, and I'm doing it."

"Where do you keep this stuff?"

"Under the living room couch," she said. "They'd never look under there." She opened the window and climbed in.

"Hey Shane, go to my garage and get my wagon. It'll be easier to get the paint there." She started setting paint cans on the ground and Shane disappeared around the side of the house. When he returned a few minutes later, Mitchie was standing with the paint cans, and the window was closed. They loaded the wagon up and brought it back to the "lake house", as they were now calling it. Mitchie pulled a couple of paint brushes from the shed and handed one to Shane.

This was going to be a long day.