Whoop! Whoop! LOL chapter 18! Wow, cannot believe I'm this far already. Someone pinch me!

Okay, this is Shane's POV so enjoy it! I'm no sure whose POV I'll use for the next chapter, but I'm working on it. ENJOY!

[Shane's POV]

Free. I was finally free of that freaking awful cast. Mitchie had come with me to the hospital when they cut it off. Dr. Mahlamoni was the one who did it. He said that I had taken very good care of it and healed very fast. I was happy about that.

"Just be more careful next time." Dr. Mahlamoni said. I nodded and Mitchie took my hand. "Now, it might be a little stiff for at least four days, but the more you walk on it, the more it should loosen up." I nodded again and hopped off the table.

"Thanks Doc, I could not wait to get that thing off!" Mitchie giggled and Dr. Mahlamoni smiled.

"You're welcome," he replied. "Take care." he waved and left the room. Mitchie suddenly turned to me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I am never going to suggest Go Karts again." I chuckled and Mitchie let go of me. I put my arm around Mitchie's shoulders and she left her one arm around my waist. We walked out of the room -Dr. Mahlamoni was right, it was pretty stiff, but at least I could walk on it- and headed out to my car. Mitchie had driven here, but I was going to drive home. I had missed driving so much while my ankle was broken, I needed to get behind the wheel before I exploded.

And another beautiful thing. It had also been three weeks since Mitchie and I had agreed to our "limits" on how far we could go. Apparently, making out was as far as we were allowed. But I was happy with that. As long as I was doing it with Mitchie, I was as happy as could be.

Mitchie and I hopped in my car, putting on our seatbelts. I put the key in the ignition and listened to it purr, feeling the vibrations run through my body. Oh yeah. I put it into gear and backed up, Mitchie watching me the whole time. I pulled out onto the street and headed back into L.A.

"I missed this," I said and looked at Mitchie. She smiled.

"I'm glad you can enjoy this." she said and then her smile faded. "I still feel really bad about what happend though," I rolled my eyes. Why was she still blaming herself?

"Mitchie, I've already told you a million times, it wasn't your fault." I looked back at the road briefly before turning back to her. "I mean, yeah it was your idea to go there and do it, but it was my fault for not paying attention to the track." I looked back at the road.

"Then what were you paying attention to?" she suddenly asked.

"You." I said and looked at her, watching her smile reappear and then a giggle escape her mouth. I motioned for Mitchie to scoot over and she did. I took her hand in mine and she lay her head on my shoulder. I would love her until the day I died.

Suddenly, a thought came to me. I looked down at our hands, laced together perfectly, like a pocket that our love could never escape. I smiled and looked back at the road. I was going to ask this girl to marry me.

"I wanna crash, I wanna fall. I wanna be somewhere in the middle, somewhere in the middle of something, it's better than nothing. I just need a little, I just need a little. And I don't wanna be nowhere, somethings making me go there, somewhere in the middle with you! I like it, I like it, I like it. And I like it, I like it, I like it." Mitchie sang the chorus of a new song she'd been working on.

We had arrived back at her house ten minutes earlier and decided go head up to her room, business, of course. But we had also squeezed in some "together" time after we were sure that her parents weren't going to come check on us for at least another thirty minutes.

"Well? How was it? I know it's not finished, mainly because I've only got the first verse and chorus down, but..." she trailed off, panting.

"It's amazing. Why aren't you writing songs for ConnectThree?" I asked and she giggled, leaning over and greatly kissing my lips.

"Alright, so I was kind of thinking the second verse could start out like this," she found her chords on the guitar again and started to sing. "Losing my direction is the way it should be, feeling something special when you're standing next to me," She sang and looked at me. I nodded.

"It's good, but somethings not right,"

"Could you help then?" she asked, puppy dog face and all. I smiled and took her songbook, looking at the lyrics to the second verse. I pressed the pencil to my lips and thought for a second. Losing my direction is the way it should be, feeling something special when you're... wait, that should be changed. I erased what she had wrote and then wrote what I thought fit. I handed her songbook back to her and she looked it over, nodding. "Losing my direction is the way it should be, feeling a connection when you're standing next to me," she sung and smiled. "That's perfect, and that's why I love you," she ran a hand through my hair and leaned over, kissing my lips again. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her back. We slowly parted, staring into each others eyes.

Knock, knock. Mitchie and I let go of each other and watched as her bedroom door opened. It was Mitchie's Dad.

"Hey Sweetie," he spoke to her.

"Hey Dad," she smiled, blushing somewhat. I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck, nervously. The only people to ever make me nervous: Mitchie parents. Her parents because they are her parents. She is their "little girl", er, I mean, young woman and I am just the "popstar" who wants to "get with her" as her Dad might somehow put it, even though he's never actually said that, but I know what he's thinking.

"Just wanted to let you two know that lunch is ready,"

"Thanks Dad, we'll be down in a few minutes." Mitchie smiled and then looked back down at her songbook. And in those two seconds, Mitchie's Dad gave me a look that said everything I needed to know.

And that look said: "If you ever try anything funny and I mean anything, I'll kill you."

My eyes widened and I nodded, swollowing the lump that had formed in my throat. He closed the door and I listened as his footsteps dissapeared.

"Mitch," I whispered, looking at Mitchie. She looked up from her songbook.

"Yeah?"

"Your Dad is crazy," she chuckled and looked at me funny.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"He just gave me 'the look',"

"And what is 'the look'?" she asked, still smiling.

"'the look' as in, your Dad is going to kill me if he finds out about our 'makeout' sessions." Mitchie rolled her eyes and pulled the guitar strap over her head.

"Seriously Shane? My Dad loves you. He wouldn't kill you if he found out, he'd kill me." she shivered in horror and set her guitar back on it's stand. I watched as she stood up and held out her hand. "Come on, let's go down before they find a reason to come back up." I took her hand and we walked out of her room, downstairs and into the kitchen where both of her parents were.

Mitchie's Mom made fruit salad -blueberries, strawberries, bananas, oranges, apples and rasberries; the works- and it was amazing, considering she didn't use anything in a box. And Mitchie's Dad didn't glare at me once, but maybe that was because Mitchie and her Mom were right there. I wasn't sure, but that could have been the problem.

Once Mitchie and I finished, we headed back up to her room. We stepped in and instantly burst into a makeout session, Mitchie against her bedroom door and me pressed against her. I placed my hands on her hips, holding her next to me. She held my face in her hands and, with a passion never felt before, kissed me back.

We finished five minutes later on Mitchie's bed. I held her in my arms, kissing her forehead repeatedly. Mitchie caressed my arm, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. She would turn eighteen in just three weeks. Three weeks until asked her to marry me. I couldn't wait.

"Shane, you have to go," Mitchie said as she giggled, pushing me towards her bedroom door and out to the hall. I put my hands against the door frame to keep myself from entering the hall. "my parents are going to start wondering what's going on." She stopped pushing and I spun around on my heel, facing her, my hands still holding the door frame. I leaned closer to her, letting my hair fall over my face.

"Mitchie, you don't really want me to go, do you?" I asked, looking into her eyes.

"Of course I don't," I smiled. "but you can't stay here all night, my parents will be furious." I rolled my eyes, taking my hands off the door frame and putting them around her.

"I can hide in your bathroom, they'll never know," Mitchie rolled her eyes this time and rested her hands on my chest, looking up at me.

"Babe, I would let you, but again, my parents."

"We need to get our own place, just you and me." I told her.

"Shane, I would love that, but I'm still only seventeen, I won't be eighteen for another three weeks." she frowned, her bangs brushing over her lashes.

"Soon enough, you'll get there. And I'm going to be with you everyday until then." I smiled and she giggled. I leaned down and kissed her, cupping her face in my hands. I pulled away and pecked her forehead. "I love you," I whispered and stepped back, watching her until I stepped into the hall. I headed down the stairs and grabbed my jacket from the stand. I pulled my keys from my pocket and headed out the door, over to my car and hopping in. I backed out of her driveway, looking up at her window and watching her stare out it at me. I waved and drove down the street, heading back to my house. The house without Mitchie.

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P.S. What do YOU think about all the Smitchie makeout sessions? Hot or not?

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