SORRY! I hadn't been able to get on for three days so I couldn't do ANYTHING! I am soooo happy to be back on xD Anyway, here's the 12th chapter -eeee!- for you guys to read! I'm like soooo excited to see what your guys' responses will be! So read and let me know!

[Mitchie's POV]

"You're lucky Shane," the doctor, Dr. Mahlamoni, said to Shane as we sat in the exam room. After waiting thirty minutes to get him in and a twenty minute wait for the X-Rays, this was our answer. "you only sprand your shoulder." Shane sighed with relief and squeezed me hand. "But your ankle," he then added. I turned to Dr. Mahlamoni as he continued, telling Shane what was wrong. "it seems you've broken it in three places." Shane sighed a shaky breath and I turned to him.

"At least you're okay," Shane nodded and turned back to the doctor.

"So what does this mean? No running, no sports?" Shane asked him.

"I'm afraid not," Dr. Mahlamoni replied.

"For how long?" I asked, still holding Shane's hand. His hand was slightly sweaty, but I didn't care. He was nervous and so was I.

"I'd say about... two months, maybe less." My eyes widened.

"Two months? I've never broken any bones before, but that seems like a really long time." I told him.

"I assure you, two months is about the normal. But if Shane's very careful and doesn't walk on it a lot, he could easily get away with six weeks." Six weeks? That was almost forever. I mean, at least it was better than two months, but only by a couple of weeks. Poor Shane.

Dr. Mahlamoni put a cast on Shane's ankle.

"Thank you for seeing Shane," I said and shook Dr. Mahlamoni's hand.

"No problem. My daughter is a huge fan." I looked at Shane, trying to hold in a smile. "I would ask you to sign something, but it looks like you can't." Shane chuckled and shook his head, letting go of my hand.

"No, I can take the pain. I'll sign something for your daughter. What's her name?" I smiled and Dr. Mahlamoni handed a piece of paper and pen to Shane.

"Shawna," Shane signed the paper, wincing every little bit. I smiled as I read what he wrote: Have you ever thought about becoming a doctor like your Dad, Shawna? He's a really good one :) Thanks for being a fan. Shane Gray. "Thank you, Shane." Shane nodded his welcome and I took his hand again, squeezing it. "So, are you his girlfriend?" Dr. Mahlamoni suddenly asked.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend. Her name is Mitchie," Shane told him.

"Well, Mitchie, you take good care of Shane here, he's gonna need some help around for a while." I nodded and smiled at him. "I'll see you in a couple months. Take care." Dr. Mahlamoni said and shook our hands, leaving us alone. I turned back to Shane.

"Well, what's next? Home?" I asked.

"Why? Are you sick of me already?" I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. "Yeah, I think going home would be best." I nodded and helped Shane off the exam table. I wrapped my arms around his waist to support him and we walked out of the room, out of the building and to Shane's car.

"I suppose you want me to drive? You know, since you broke your ankle and all." I smirked and Shane chuckled again, throwing me the car keys. I could not wait to get behind the wheel of this baby!

"Did I mention how much I love your car?" I said to Shane with the biggest smile on my face. He just chuckled, smiling at me.I had just pulled onto his parents driveway, in front of their gigantic house.

"No, I think you might have left that out while you were talking about my car." I turned off the engine and pulled the keys out of the ignition, handing them back to Shane.

"So what are you gonna tell your parents?" I asked and Shane's eyes grew wide. "What?" I asked.

"Crap!" I heard him mumble through his hand-covered face. He let his hand fall. "I completely forgot about my parents. I have no idea what I'm gonna tell them." he turned to me, looking like he needed some help here. I smiled and nodded.

"Let's do this."

I helped Shane out of the car, walking with him up to the front door. It was almost 9 o' clock and apparently Shane's parents were still awake. I was hoping they wouldn't be.

I knocked on the door, still holding Shane so he wouldn't fall over, and it opened, revealing Shane's Father.

"Hi Mr. Gray," I said, trying to sound as innocent as I could. Mr. Grays eyes widened as he looked down at Shane's ankle.

"Shane, what on earth...?"

"Dad, it's not what it looks like," Shane spoke.

"George, what's going on?" Mrs. Gray walked over and was almost as white as a sheet when she saw Shane. "Oh my word. Shane, what happend?" she spoke in a panicky voice. But before either of us had time to answer, she was rushing us in, taking us into the living room. I helped Shane sit down on a couch in the middle of the room and sat down beside him.

"Shane, how did this happen? Did she have something to do with this?" Mr. Gray asked, sounding quite upset.

"Dad, it wasn't Mitchie's fault, it was mine." Shane spoke up for me and I smiled at him, hugging his left arm.

"Shane, how did you possibly break your ankle?" Mrs. Gray asked, looking worried.

"We were at a Go Kart track and I wasn't watching where I was going and kind of crashed into the wall." I bit my lip.

"Probably because she was there!" Mrs. Gray stood up, looking furious, and pointed at me. My mouth shot open and Shane tried to stand up, be fell back down.

"Mom, it was not Mitchie's fault!"

"Don't you raise your voice at your Mother!" Mr. Gray warned Shane.

"Dad, it wasn't Mitchie's fault! She was just there when it happend!" Shane yelled at his Father.

"Wait!" I shouted, standing up. They all became quiet and eventually sat back down, watching me as I stood there. "Mr. and Mrs. Gray, please, just... just listen." I looked down at Shane, then back at his parents. I took a deep breath and spoke. "It wasn't Shane's fault,"

"Mitchie, please," Shane grabbed my hand. I looked at him.

"No, Shane, I have to tell them." I squeezed his hand and turned back to his parents. "It was my fault. It was my idea to go to the Go Kart track. But I didn't know Shane was going to get hurt."

"Well, what did you possibly think was going to happen?" Mrs. Gray shot out, looking annoyed.

"I don't know? But I didn't expect that and I can sure as heck tell you that my only intention was to have fun, nothing more." I finished by crossing my arms over my chest, feeling extreamly happy about what I had said.

Shane's parents sat there for a moment, silent as could be. Finally, Mr. Gray sighed then spoke up.

"Look Mitchie, I can see that you only intended for a fun night, but when Shane gets hurt, that's when fun no longer exsists." Mr. Gray finished his speech and I was confused. Maybe I hadn't said that the right way.

"But Mr. Gray, I-"

"No." he said and I shut up, sitting down by Shane. "I'm sorry Mitchie, but if you hadn't suggested this Go Kart thing, Shane would be fine." I looked at Shane. He looked over at me and I could see the anger in his face.

"Dad, could you please leave Mitchie out of this?" Shane spoke in a fury rising voice. I could tell he was trying to stay calm, but it wasn't going so well.

"Shane, honey," Mrs. Gray jumped in with a soft voice toward her son. "Your ankle is broken. How are you supposed to do internviews, shows, recordings?"

"I'll find a way to do them all. Mom, Dad please, just don't get after Mitchie. It really was my fault, not hers." I just sat there, barely shaking my head.

Why was Shane trying to take the blame for me? He knew it was my fault, right? He knew the Go Kart thing was my idea, which made it my fault that Shane was hurt. I hadn't intended on it, but it was still my fault. He had to know that. Right?

Mrs. Gray let out an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes, saying, "Shane, because we are your parents, we have no choice but to believe you." Shane sighed with relief and slowly put his arm around my shoulders. Then Mrs. Gray turned to me, "Mitchie, both Mr. Gray and I are very sorry for how we acted. You seem like a very mature and caring young woman and we would be absolutely insane to ask you to leave." I smiled, feeling myself blush.

"Thank you Mr and Mrs. Gray, and I truly am sorry about all this. I hope I can make it up to you, somehow."

"Mitchie, we could not ask that of you. Please, just keep Shane happy, ok?" Was this woman high at the moment? Her mood had gone from upset and worried to happy and greatful in less than twenty seconds. Did she suddenly forget everything she'd said before the apology?

"Okay, I will." I told her and hugged Shane's arm. It had gone from uh-oh to just fine and I was happy with that.

[Shane's POV]

"I gotta get home," Mitchie whispered into my neck. We were cuddled next to each other on the huge sofa couch in my families den. I wrapped my good arm around Mitchie's shoulders and pressed my lips to her temple. Her skin smelled like rasberries and chlorine. I smiled, remembering how she looked in her bright pink bathing suit.

At least she finally knew how she made me feel. Her smiles sweet lines, her body's slender curves -sigh- and her beautiful face -something so incredibly amazing and wonderful. Something so perfect and mine. Yes, she finally knew and, yes, I loved it, loved her, even more.

I continued holding Mitchie in my arms, never wanting to let her go. "Just a few more minutes," I begged and felt her nod into my neck. I closed my eyes and listened to her breathing as I carressed her hair.

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