Alight, get ready for something kind of emotional. It's Mitchie and someone! And let me tell you right now that it's probably not who you're thinking. Anyway, read and you'll find out! xD

When Mom came in, I wasn't expecting her to cry. I didn't realize how she had felt about me growing up and going... maybe going to college. I thought they had wanted me to go out and see the world, have my freedom. Was that just a lie to cover up how they really felt about me leaving? I couldn't think about that at the moment, I just couldn't. I was supposed to be thinking happy thoughts, happy thoughts about Shane and I tonight.

Mom walked out of my room after she finished crying into my shoulder and I closed the door, continuing to get ready for my date with Shane. I stripped of my school clothes and grabbed my hot pink two-piece bathing suit, walking into the bathroom and changing. I got out and walked over to my closet. I looked through my clothes again and decided on a long maxi dress, the color of the ocean. I slipped it over my head, letting it fall down my body, and grabbed a pair of black aviators from the floor of my closet. I slipped them on and walked over to my vanity, sitting down and redoing my makeup. I put on some foundation with sunscreen built in and applied white eyeliner to the insides of my bottom lashes. I swept on some tinted lip balm and smiled at my reflection, happy with how I looked. I stood up and grabbed a few colored hair ties from my vanity table, slipping them on my left wist.

I finally looked at my alarm clock and noticed it was only 3:10 PM. I rolled my eyes, wishing it had actually taken my longer to get ready. I was always fast at getting ready for school, but I wasn't going to school, I was going on a date. You're supposed to take a long time to get ready for a date, so why wasn't I?

I walked over to my bed and sat down, pulling my song book out from under my pillow. I opened it to the last page I was on and looked it over. I smiled and grabbed a pencil from my nightstand, writing down more lyrics to the song. "Who will I be? It's up to me, All the never ending possibilities that I can see. There's nothing that I can't do. Who will I be? Yes, I believe I get to make the future what I want to. If I can become anyone and know the choice is up to me, who will I be?" I suddenly stopped and looked at what I had written. Nothing like that had ever come to me so quickly before. Was this fate... I mean, for a song? I looked back at my song and took a deep breath, pressing my pencil back on the paper. "Yeah yeah... If I decide, I'm the girl to change the world, I can do it any time. Opportunity right in front of me and the choice is all mine. Why not, try everything? Why stop, reach for any dream? I can rock, cause it's my life. And now's the time..." I had to stop myself. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was already 3:40 PM. I looked back down at my song and smiled, feeling happy about the lyrics and happy it was coming out so fast. I closed my song book and slid it back under my pillow.

I had decided to watch some tv while I was waiting for the clock to say 5:00 PM. I was starting to wonder why it was taking so long. I knew I had gotten ready too quickly, but I didn't realize two hours was too much. I was watching House M.D. Yes, the show that Shane is such a fan of. I couldn't help but watch it, it was interestingly intriguing . At this point, House was calling someone an idiot and smacking them with his Cain. He was seriously under socialized. But at least he had one person to call a...well, sort of a friend.

The episode was almost over and I quckly hit Select on the tv remote to check the time. 4:56 PM. I smiled and jumped up off the couch, running into the down stairs bathroom and checking myself ro make sure I still looked decent. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked out, stepping into the kitchen.

Mom and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table, looking through... photos? I pressed my brows together, leaving a crease between them, and took a couple steps back, hiding behind the wall. Why were they looking through our old family photos? It was all I was focused on before Mom spoke up.

"Oh look, Mitchie's ten here." she said with a sniffle. "I remember she couldn't keep the sand castle from breaking so you showed her you had to use water." she sniffled again and I turned around, pressing my back against the wall. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, trying not to get all weepy and red. I couldn't stand it when my Mom cried. It made me cry. I took a deep breath and sighed, walking away from Mom's sniffles and over to the door. I grabbed my purse and phone, opening the door and stepping outside. I sat down at the end of the porch and layed my head in my lap, my arms wrapped around my legs. Don't cry Mitchie. You're going to look awful on your date with Shane. Don't do it!

I snapped my head up and realized I was giving myself some really good advice. I carefully wiped my eyes, trying not to ruin my makeup, and sniffled.

A minute later, Shane pulled up in his car. His black 1965 Mustang Fastback. Also known as my favorite car in the world! I stood up from the porch and walked over to Shane's car. He stepped out and walked around the front, meeting me at the other side.

"Oh my gosh! Where did you get this car?" I asked and took his hand, lacing our fingers. Shane smiled.

"My parents. I got it for my eighteenth birthday." I smiled back and squealed just a little as I looked back at his car. "You look beautiful," I turned to him and squeezed his hand.

"Thank you." I said and kissed him. "You look amazing too," I told him as I looked him over. He was wearing a light blue button shirt, -two buttons not buttoned- skinny jeans and grey chucks.

"Thanks," he smiled, but he smile started to fade when he looked closer at my face. "Were you...crying?" he asked and I looked away, remembering the reason I was crying.

"I'm fine, Shane." I told him, but I wasn't. I was upset because my parents were looking through old photos of me and crying because I was growing up too fast and going to leave them to run off to college. Shane put each hand on the sides of my face and made me look at him. I looked at him, looking into his eyes as he watched mine and I suddenly felt the pain of tears welling up in my throat.

"Mitchie," Shane whispered and moved his hands to my body, pulling me into his arms. His chin resting on my head. I let out a sob and Shane rubbed my back, trying to calm me down. I wrapped my arms around him and we just stood there for a few moments.

It wasn't fair that I was the only one ever crying. Why wasn't anyone else crying, other than my Mom? Shane hadn't, Nate hadn't, Jason definitely hadn't, not even Caitlyn. It just wasn't fair. Was I the biggest baby in the world or what?

After I finally stopped crying, Shane lifted my head and kissed my lips. I removed my arms from his waist and wrapped them around his neck.

"We don't have to go anywhere-"

"No," I interrupted, looking up at him. "let's just get out of here, I can't take this right now." he nodded and let go of me, opening the door. I stepped in and he closed the door behind me. He ran over to the driver's side and hopped in, starting the engine and stepping on the gas. At this point I didn't care where we were going, as long as I was wrapped in Shane's arms.

Sorry it's kind of short. I really planned on making it longer, but oh well. REVIEW!