Okay, back to Mitchie's POV (point of veiw for those who don't know). I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It's a little fluffy, but I just can't help it when it comes to Smitchie! Anyway, hope you can review and let me know what you think of it. I would love it if you guys would review like you did during MFS. Anyway, again, please enjoy and thank you for sticking with me and reading all these chapters! BTW, I did remove that authors note from before, so if you go looking for it, it wont be there.

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"OMG!" I said as soon as I snapped my phone shut. Shane looked at me, concerned, when he obviously shouldn't be looking that way. We were sitting on a bench, waiting for the ConnectThree limo to pick us up. Apparently, Shane never thought to get a rental car. I had rolled my eyes at that and just forgot it even happened.

"What's wrong?" he asked and I shoved my phone in my jacket pocket.

"Nate went to Caitlyn's and surprised the heck out of her," Shane's expression relaxed and a smile crept onto his lips. "but her Mom saw them all lovey-dovey on the front porch and now Caitlyn's grounded." Shane smirked and gave a small chuckle. "What?" I asked, smiling.

"Nate got Caitlyn grounded."

"Are you serious?" I asked, not believing him. How could Nate get Caitlyn grounded for one week? He never did anything remotely mean, because he was always nice to everyone, even Shane and Jason.

"Yes, I'm serious. I bet you Nate had his arms all wrapped around Caitlyn, probably like this," Shane stood up from the bench we both sat on and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist and smiled. "and Caitlyn was probably doing this," Shane put my arms around his neck and placed his arms back around my waist.

"Oh, so you think this got Caitlyn grounded?" I asked, smirking.

"Possibly, but then again, what do I know?" I chuckled and shook my head.

"Well, I bet you're wrong."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I bet the reason Caitlyn got grounded was not because of Nate, but because of herself,"

"And could you please explain why this would be possible?" Shane asked, sounding like a science teacher.

"Absolutely," I said proudly with a smile on my face. "Caitlyn never told her Mom about Nate."

"What? No," Shane shook his head. "Of course, Caitlyn told her Mom, why wouldn't she?" And this was why Caitlyn was my best friend, not Shane's.

"Because she forgot,"

"And how do you know that?"

"Because you guys were on tour, because Nate and Caitlyn weren't constantly communicating oh and, wait for it... She just forgot she never told her parents. That's how I know," Shane raised his brow. "Plus, that's what Caitlyn told me on the phone," Shane's mouth shot open and he pulled me even closer. I giggled and kissed his lips, getting him to close them, halfway anyway.

Beep, beep. I jumped slightly and turned to see the guys' limo pulling up to the curb. Shane quietly chuckled and let go of me, taking my hand.

Shane opened the door, saying, "Ladies first," and smiled at me. I giggled.

"Why, thank you, Sir," I stepped in and scooted over to let Shane in. He slid in and closed the door, sliding as close to me as he could. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I lay my head on his. I only had one word to describe that moment: Perfect.

I glanced out the window of the ConnectThree limo and suddenly became wide-eyed. I knew what street we were on. We were on my street. I turned to Shane and saw a smile on his face.

"Please tell me we're not on my street already," I said.

"Alright, we're not on your street," he said.

"Are you trying to make a joke?" I asked.

"No, I just don't like it when you're upset." I smiled and lay my head back on his shoulder, living out each second before the limo finally comes to a stop in front of my house.

One hundred and twenty-three seconds later, the limo came to a stop in front of my house. I sighed and looked up at Shane as Henry, their limo driver, shut off the engine. Shane smiled slightly and took a breath, leaning over and opening the door. He stepped out and held out his hand. I pouted to myself and took it, stepping out myself.

Why do perfect days have to end? Why can't they just last as long as you want? It doesn't make any sense. Why have a perfect day if it's just going to end? This is my biggest question.

Shane wrapped me in his most comforting hug and we walked up the sidewalk to my front porch. I wanted to walk as slow as I could, but Shane wasn't letting me.

"Mitchie, come on," Shane grabbed my arm and pulled me along, laughing at my child-like state. We reached the front porch and Shane suddenly pulled me into his arms. I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent, letting it tingle my nose with it's hints of leather and maple wood. A smile came to my lips and I felt Shane's breath on my neck. I bit my lip and lifted my head from his shoulder, looking into his eyes.

"Today was amazing Shane, thank you for coming back early," he chuckled quietly and nodded.

"You're welcome." he took my hand and started tapping his finger tips against mine. "So, you got anything planned for tomorrow, hopefully something, involving me?" he asked. Apparently he didn't want that perfect day to end either. I laughed and put my other hand over the top of his tapping hand, closing it in mine.

"Of course," I told him and he smiled.

"Great," he said and leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. I kissed him back and put my hand on his chest, pushing him away before I changed my mind.

"Goodnight Shane," I told him and smiled, opening the front door and stepping in, waving at him from inside. He smirked at me and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Goodnight Mitchie,"

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