I'm switching this story to 1st person (i.e. I, we, my). I write out the chapters on paper, and I keep lapsing back into that form of writing since that's how I usually write. It's getting too annoying to keep going back and putting it back in 3rd person, so I'm giving up and switching it. hope you don't get too confused!
"Mitchie." Ugh. Shane. I groaned and buried my face in my pillow.
"Mitchie." I felt him poke me lightly, and I knew he was getting me back for the time that I woke him up. I swatted his hand away and opened one eye.
"Go away," I said, closing my eye.
"Mitchie, get up."
"No. Sleep good. You bad." I pointed in his general direction and pulled the covers over my head. Suddenly, my bed wasn't beneath me anymore. My eyes snapped open in surprise, and Shane smiled down at me. My heart thumped out an irregular pattern, skipping a few beats here and there. I started thrashing and flailing my arms and legs.
"Shane Adam Gray, you put me down right now!" I shrieked.
'Please say no, please say no,' I begged in my head. I never wanted him to let go. He leaned in close, and I swear to God, my heart stopped for two seconds.
"Never," he whispered in my ear. My heart picked up in double time when as his breath blew a few strands of hair in my face. I brushed them away and stopped thrashing. Our head bent closer and closer together...
"Did you get her up?" The door swung open, and we pulled our heads back quickly. my mom stood in the doorway, observing the scene in front of her.
"Mom!" I complained.
"Uh, um, I'll go away," she said, closing the door again. Shane sighed and set me back down on my bed. I sat back up immediatly, and Shane sat next to me and put his arms around me. I laid my head back down, resting it on my pillow. I buried my head in his shoulder and listened to his heart, which was beating perfectly in time with mine.
"I've never really done this before," he said after a few minutes. "But, Mitchie, ever since I met you, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. This has been driving me nuts, but I like it. So, uh, will you be my girlfriend?"
I stopped breathing, and my jaw locked. I couldn't say anything no matter how hard I tried.
"Yes!" I wanted to scream. I couldn't open my mouth, and Shane misinterpreted my silence.
"You don't have to," he said quickly. "I mean, you might not feel the same way, and I have no problem with that. Maybe you like someone else, even though I really wish that isn't true. But still, you don't have to if you don't-" I cut him off by pressing my lips to his.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said, pulling away after a few seconds.
"Shut up and kiss me." He happily obliged.