Alright, I'm up to 24, I wonder when it's going to stop? I have absolutely no idea. lol Anyway, enjoy! Oh, BTW, remember when I said I'd get a picture of that dress up when I got this up? Well, you're gonna have to wait for the next chapter (Mitchie's birthday) to be updated, that way you can picture her in the dress better.

[Mitchie's POV]

I sat outside the school with Sierra, waiting for Shane to pick me up. It was ten after one and I had gotten out a little early, thankful for my teachers fast talking and long lectures. As we waited outside, the only thing that kept running through my mind was my pool party tomorrow. I could not believe everyone, except me, was taking care of it. Did I not have any say in my own party? Was my opinion not important enough? It was my birthday for crying out loud.

Or... or maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe they didn't need my opinion, my say, because they already know everything I love, everything I like. Maybe I was just overwhelmed with it all. Maybe I just needed a break from planning my own birthday.

I looked at my guitar, thinking about the guys' from Intentionally Records. I hadn't yet told Shane the news. Randy and Otto had called last week and gave it to me straight: They wanted me, as in, they wanted me signed. Yes, they wanted to work with me; a nobody from nowheresville. Why was this so hard for me to believe, you ask? Because, I honestly don't have a lot of faith in myself. I knew what Shane would say, but this was me, judging myself like always.

But Shane; he would tell me to follow my heart and go for it, knowing he'd be there with me through it all. Because that's the kind of boyfriend he was, that's what he would do. Sometimes it felt like Shane was almost too perfect for a girl like me, but he loved me and I knew he didn't see me the way I saw myself.

Suddenly, my birthday came back to mind. I was so lucky. My family, my friends, my boyfriend we're all there for me, and always there to surprise me, make me happy and cheer me up when the moment presents itself. I was very lucky.

"Sierra?" I asked, turning to her. She turned to me.

"Yeah, Mitch?"

"Thanks," I said. She gave me a confused look.

"For what?" she asked. I smiled.

"For being there, for helping with my party, for everything." I finished and she smiled.

"Anytime." I leaned over and hugged her, smiling, suddenly feeling relaxed for the first time today. We pulled away and I heard a very familiar sound. I turned and smiled, seeing Shane's Mustang pulling into the school parking lot.

"Ah, there's my ride." I told Sierra and she looked at where I was pointing. Her eyes widend.

"That's Shane's car?" she asked, surprised.

"I know, I wish it was mine!" I squealed and Sierra giggled. Suddenly a car honked. We looked over.

"There's my Mom." Sierra said. "See ya later, Mitchie." she got up and walked away.

"See ya, Sierra!" I shouted after her. I watched as she jumped into her Mom's mini van and closed the door, waving out the window at me. I waved back and they pulled away. I smiled and stood up, seeing Shane's car coming up. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and picked up my guitar case. Shane came to a stop in front of me, rolling down the passenger window and smiling at me.

"Hey Babe," he said over the engines purr.

"Hey," I walked over and opened the door, sliding my guitar case in the backseat and hopping in the front. I closed the door and Shane slowly stepped on the gas pedal.

"How was school?" he asked, suddenly sounding like my parents.

"Uh, it was the same, do you even need to ask?" I asked and he chuckled as he nodded. "So, how has your day been so far?" I asked as we pulled out of the school parking lot, slipping onto the highway. He looked at me, smiling.

"Nothing compared to what it will be." I smiled back and placed my hand on his right, which was on the steering wheel. He twisted his hand and laced his fingers with mine, resting both of our hands on the bench seat between us.

At that moment, I was not worried about my birthday tomorrow, I was not wondering what I would get, what would happen. All I was concerned with at that moment was hoping that the moment would never end.

Shane had explained to me in the car ride back to my house that we would have a date night. Just the two of us going out and spending time together, seeing a movie and going out to dinner. When Shane had said this, I didn't realize until we arrived at my house that it was happening again. Summer break was almost here and Shane was possibly going to have to leave for touring. No, I told myself. I cannot do this again.

I turned toward Shane once we pulled up in front of my house. "Shane?" I asked, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, Babe?" he asked back, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. I loved it when he did that.

"I need to tell you something." I lifted my head from Shane's shoulder and looked at him. He turned to me, looking concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked, panic in his voice.

"Don't worry, nothing's wrong." I said, reassuring him, he relaxed. "You remember Randy and Otto from Intentionally Records?" he nodded. "Well... -" I chuckled, closing my eyes for a moment. I opened them back up "- they want to sign me." I told Shane and his eyes widend, his mouth falling open. He looked absolutely taken aback.

"W-w-what?" he manage to mutter. I nodded.

"They want me." I whispered, a smiling creeping onto my face. Shane let go of my hand and engufled me in the most wonderful hug ever. Oh and the kiss wasn't too bad either. He pulled away from my lips and looked me in the eyes.

"Mitchie, I am so happy for you." I smiled.

"Thank you," I said. "I'm just so overwhelmed, though. I don't know if I can do it." Shane looked confused.

"What do you mean you don't think you can?" he asked.

"I mean, I don't think I can do it. I'm not outgoing, talented and stage friendly like you. What if I mess is all up?" I asked, a puppy dog look on my face. Shane smiled, putting his hand to my face.

"Mitchie, you are so talented, very outgoing and way more comfortable on a stage than I could ever be. I saw you at Final Jam and you were amazing." I smiled, closing my eyes, feeling ready to cry. I don't know what it is about getting compliments from guys, but something inside you just loves that feeling of being viewed as so incredible, so much better than you thought you were, and makes you cry. It's weird, but it's an amazing feeling. "Babe, you can do anything and you know it. And if you need me, I'll always be there." I let a tear escape and fall down my cheek, landing on Shane's leg. He wiped my cheek and I looked up at him. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and leaned in, pressing our lips back together. I lifted my hand, running my fingers through his hair. When he kissed me I could feeling him smiling. I smiled back.

"I should get ready," I told him between kisses. He nodded.

"In a minute," he murmured, running his fingers through my hair. Thank goodness for Shane's tinted windows. I really didn't want my parents to see us making out in Shane's car, I mean, can you imagine that?

"Shane," I spoke through his kiss. I pulled away. He opened his eyes, looking at me as he panted. I panted as well. "We can this during the movie." I told him. Shane rolled his eyes, nodding.

"Fine." I chuckled pulled down the viser, wiping my cheeks. I put it back up and opened the door stepping out as I grabbed my backpack. Shane met me at my side and took my hand as we walked up the walkway to my front porch. I noticed my parents car wasn't parked in the driveway. I opened the front door and stepped inside, pulling Shane.

"Mom? Dad?" I called. I waited for an answer, but never got one. I looked at Shane and shrugged. "Help me get ready?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. I tossed my backpack to the floor and we jogged up the stairs, walking over to my room and stepping inside. I let go of Shane's hand and walked over to my closet as he closed the door. "Casual?" I asked, looking at him. He looked at me and nodded, walking over to my bed and sitting down. I turned back to my clothes and pulled out a white pesant blouse and black skinny jeans. I turned to Shane, holding the items up, the blouse over the jeans. "How's this?" I asked. He smiled.

"Perfect." I smiled and walked over to my bed, tossing the clothes I held on it and pulling off my vest. Shane's eyes suddenly widend. "Uh, you want me to leave?" He asked, getting ready to stand up. I put my hands on his shoulders, telling him to stay.

"Shane, it's ok. It's not like I'm going to be completely naked, I'll still have my bra and underwear on." he nodded. "Besides, you've seen me in my two piece, isn't that the same?" I asked. He thought.

"Yeah, I guess so." I smiled and slipped off my shoes.

"You know, you can help if you want." I told him and he blushed. I giggled, taking his hand and pulling him up, bringing him toward me. I placed his hands on the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting them, revealing my stomach. I felt his breath on my hair and I looked up at him. This was definitely different for him. I could feel his heartbeat through his fingers. "Shane, are you okay?" I asked. He looked up from his hands at me, holding his breath. "Shane, breathe." I told him and he did so. "Are you not comfortable doing this?" I asked.

"I don't know, this is just..."

"Different?" I finished his sentance. He nodded. "Look, this is different for me too, but I love you and I trust you. It's not like we're going all the way or anything." Shane sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. I put my hands on his chest. "You'll be fine. You can trust me." he opened his eyes and nodded. I smiled and put my hands on Shane's shoulders. He lifted the hem of my shirt, pulling it up slowly. He made it past my navel, approaching my bra. I lifted my arms above my head and Shane continued pulling my shirt up, finally over my bra and over my head. Shane dropped my shirt to the floor and let out his breath. "Was that so bad?" I asked and he smiled. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my jeans. He held his hands there and looked at me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, looking down at my chest every little bit.

"I'm sure. Keep going." I told him and he nodded. I looked down, his hands shaking some. I put mine on his and guided him along, undoing the button, pulling the zipper down. I moved his hands to my hips, slipping his thumbs between my jeans and me. I moved his hands down, my jeans coming along with them. I let go of his hands and he continued going down, until he had to lift my feet to pull my jeans off. Shane stood back up and looked me over, breathing through his mouth. I smiled and pulled him close, wrapping my arms around his waist. I pressed my face into his chest, breathing him in. He placed his hands on my lower back and kissed my hair.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered and I smiled into him. I took one last breath before pulling my face from his chest. I looked up at him and stepped away, grabbing my jeans from the bed. He took them and I sat down on my bed. Shane knelt down in front of me, slipping the jeans over my feet and up my legs. He got them all the way over my feet and I stood up. Shane pulled them up my legs the rest of the way and stood up as he did so. He zipped them up and buttoned them closed. I grabbed my blouse from the bed and handed it to him. He chuckled and unbuttoned it. I turned my back to him and he slid it up my arms. I turned back around watched as he rebuttoned my blouse, brushing his hand against my breast as he was near the top. Shane licked his lips and I smiled at him as he buttoned the last button.

"Thank you," I said and stood on my toes to kiss Shane's cheek. He smiled and I walked over to my vanity, fixing my hair. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and bumped the front of my hair. I slipped on some silver hoop earrings and turned to Shane, watching him watch me. I walked over to my closet and slipped my feet into my black ballet flats. I turned to Shane. "Ready?" I asked and he nodded, holding out his hand. I smiled and walked over to him, taking his outstretched hand and walking back out to his car.

[Shane's POV]

We got back into my car, Mitchie sitting right beside me, my arm around her shoulders. She fit there so perfectly. It was incredible, all the little things I'd been noticing then. She was closest thing to perfect I would ever have... and I hoped I always would.

I drove us down to the closest theater in L.A. It was big, but not very crowded that night. I parked my car in a free parking spot and shut off the engine, stepping out at the same time as Mitchie. We met at the front of my car and tangled our fingers together, walking up to the ticket booth.

"Hey," I said to the guy behind the glass. He looked no older than Mitchie, maybe even younger. His nametag said Alan, but I could think of a hundred other names this guy could have gotten from his parents, Alan just wasn't one of them.

"Hi, what can I get you?" he asked, his voice so tired and boring. I turned to Mitchie.

"What do you think?" I asked her. She looked at the posters, thinking.

"How about Easy A? I've been wanting to see it." she said and I smiled.

"Two tickets to Easy A please," I said to the guy and slid a twenty dollar bill under the glass. He handed me the tickets and I took them.

"It starts in five minutes," he told us and I nodded.

Mitchie and I walked over to the snack counter to get some snacks. Mitchie got a medium coke, and some nerds. I got a medium coke as well and a medium popcorn for us to share. I paid the girl behind the counter and we grabbed our stuff. I looked at my watch, seeing the movie would start in only a minute, and we headed into the first theater room.

Mitchie and I got seats close to the back, knowing we'd be doing more than just watching the movie. I sat down at the end of the aisle with Mitchie next to me. We laced our fingers together, creating an unbreakable barrier that felt so strong. I almost asked her to marry me right then and there, but I forced myself not to. It was just an amazing feeling.

Once the movie started, Mitchie layed her head on my shoulder, smiling out at the screen. I smiled at her, wishing tomorrow would come already. I almost couldn't wait any longer. I almost couldn't keep those four little words, that meant so much, in. I almost couldn't take it.

I was starting to wonder why this was so hard for me to hold in. It's not like I'd never kept secrets before, so why was this driving me crazy? Was it because it was Mitchie and not Jason or Nate? Or was it because I just wasn't very good at keeping secrets in general? I shook my head. You're being ridiculous, Shane. I told myself. Just relax and enjoy the movie with the girl you love. I smiled at my thoughts and rubbed the back of Mitchie's hand with my thumb.

Once the movie was over, Mitchie and I walked back out to my car.

"That movie was so funny," Mitchie spoke with such animation. I smiled as she continued, leaning over and whispering to me only, "from what I saw anyway." I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her waist, kissing her hair. She took a handful of nerds from her box and dumped some in her mouth. "Want some?" she asked and I nodded, holding out my other hand. She gave me some and I dumped them into my mouth as we reached my car.

I let go of Mitchie and walked around to the drivers side, unlocking my door and reaching inside to unlock hers. I sat down and she opened her door, sliding in beside me. We both closed our doors and I put my key in the ignition, starting the engine and backing out of our parking space.

"So, where are we going to eat?" Mitchie asked, leaning her arm on the back of the seat and looking at me. I looked at her, her ponytail blowing in the breeze since the windows were rolled down. I smiled. She looked incredible and she didn't even know it.

"It's this awesome place, it looks like a fifties restaurant, but in a modern way." I said and she looked confused. I looked back at the road.

"Fifties? Does that mean we have to go home and change?" she giggled as she said this. I shook my head, looking back at her.

"Like I said, it's fifties, but with a modern twist, like Johnny Rockets." Mitchie nodded and I turned back to the road.

"So, what's this place called then?" she asked and I glanced at her.

"Steak n' Shake."

"Oh, I've been there." she said and I was surprised.

"You have?" I asked and she nodded.

"It's not like it's a new restaurant, Shane. I've been there at least three or four times before." I nodded. "Why do you ask anyway? Haven't you been there before?" she asked and I looked at her, giving her a "what? of course I have," look. "Okay. But why ask me?"

"Because, you're only ever supposed to go there with family... or boyfriends." she giggled.

"Well, how do you think I got there? Steak n' Shake is like eighteen miles from my house and I don't take taxi's." she said and I nodded. "Wait," she tapped my shoulder with her hand. I looked at her. "boyfriends? What, you don't think I've had other boyfriends before you?" I shrugged and Mitchie scoffed, a smile on her face. "Oh my gosh, that is so Shane Gray. Of course I've had other boyfriends, probably not as many as you've had girlfriends, but I've had other boyfriends." I rolled my eyes, coming to a red light.

"How many other girlfriends do you think I've had?" I asked, looking at her once the car was completely stopped.

"I don't know, at least ten, considering you're a rockstar." I laughed. "What? You think I'm wrong?" she asked.

"I know you're wrong." she tilted her head, raising her browline. "I have not had ten other girlfriends. Five, maybe, but not ten." I said with honesty and she smiled, giving me that look. That look that said, "I love you". I smiled back, leaning over and kissing her. "I love you too." I said once we parted and looked at the light, seeing it turn green two seconds later. I let off the brake and slowly stepped on the gas.

I pulled into the Steak n' Shake parking lot, getting a space not facing the building. I shut off the engine and Mitchie and I stepped out.

"Whoa," I looked up and saw an older guy walking over. He looked the same age as my parents, but somehow much older. "That is a nice car. Where'd you get it?" he asked me. Mitchie walked over and took my hand. I smiled at the guy.

"Uh my parents got it for me as a birthday present a few years ago." I told him. He nodded and looked at my car, whistling like it was the most gorgeous thing on earth. I laughed under my breath.

"She's a beauty." he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked around my car. "You wouldn't be interested in selling it, would you?" he asked.

"Sorry," I told him.

"Ah, that's a shame. I was willing to pay fifty thousand for it." the guy said and Mitchie stumbled while my eyes simply widend. I steadied her. Was she okay?

"F-f-fifty t-thousand dollars? "Mitchie asked him, stuttering. I gave her a confused look. The guy nodded.

"Well, you wouldn't happen to know where your parents would have gotten this car, would you?" he asked me. I shook my head.

"No, but I could ask them if you give me your number." the guy nodded and pulled a pen from this shirt pocket. He then pulled out a piece of paper from his back pocket and ripped part of it off, writing his number down.

"You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you." he said as he handed me the piece of ripped paper. I smiled.

"No problem." The guy walked away and Mitchie turned to me, grabbing my arm as I stuffed the paper in my back pocket.

"How could you turn his offer down?" she asked, a hushed voice. She looked almost dissapointed. I was confused.

"Mitch, this was a birthday present from my parents. I'm not just gonna give it up. Besides, you love this car." She sighed.

"Yeah, but fifty thousand dollars doesn't come by that often, especially if you're not rich and famous." What is she trying to say?

"What are you saying?" I asked, feeling a slight anger inside me.

"I'm saying you are rich and famous. You've got it all, Shane. You probably don't need that money, but people who aren't rich and famous, people like me, do. But you wouldn't know that, would you?" I glared at her, wondering why she was acting like this.

"Why are you getting after me all of the sudden?" I asked, my voice rising. I didn't want to, but she was getting after me for no reason at all.

"Because you're acting like an idiot!" her voice rose as well. "My parents would give up their favorite car if it meant more money for bills, food, and the house."

"My parents deal with that stuff too. Yeah my parents have the money, but just because we have it doesn't make me a spoiled rich person. I know how to spend money when I have it."

"You know what, Shane, I don't even want to have this conversation with you right now." she said and crossed her arms over her chest, groaning and looking pissed.

"And you think I do?" I asked, looking hurt. "Mitchie, I hate arguing with you, you know that. And this of all things to be arguing about?" I raised my browline, looking her in the eyes. She looked tired. I sighed. "I love you, please don't be mad at me."

"Shane," she let out an annoyed sigh. "I'm not mad at you, I'm just frustrated, that's all." she said and uncrossed her arms, taking one of my hands in hers. "And I love you too, so, please don't be mad at me." I smiled.

"I never could." she smiled back. "Can you promise me one thing, though?"

"What?" she asked.

"Promise me that we'll only argue or fight about something if it's important," she giggled.

"Promise." I smiled again and held her in my arms. We pulled away and she looked at me. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry." I laughed and wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked into the building.

After we finished eating at Steak n' Shake I drove Mitchie home. We talked, but we never mentioned my car again. We thought it was best to leave that subject out of our conversations, so we did. We talked about touring, how summer was really creeping in on us. I wasn't sure what my manager was thinking, but he would probably mention something about it soon, if a tour was even happening. But for now, we were safe. We also talked about Mitchie's birthday, how she was having a "pool party" with friends. And when I say pool party with quotation marks, I mean not a pool party. I knew Caitlyn and Marissa were probably still going over the decorations. And I was glad they were working so hard for Mitchie, she really deserved it.

Now that I think about it, that whole thing about my car was really stupid. I mean, it was really pointless. It's not like I needed the extra money, but even if I did sell it and get the money, it wouldn't be Mitchie's, well, at least not then. But she wouldn't need the extra money, because I would make enough for the both of us. Mitchie would be able to come on tour with me and we could be together 24/7.

Another thing that came up in the car ride back to Mitchie's house: her record deal. Randy and Otto at Intentionally Records wanted to sign Mitchie. My girlfriend was possibly going to become famous and maybe even come on tour with me, to sing. That was something I had to talk to my manager about, though. But something was telling me this was all possible.

I pulled up to the curb in front of Mitchie's house, shutting off the engine. She turned to me, fixing my wind blown hair. I didn't need to fix hers because it looked amazing.

"You're coming to my party tomorrow, right?" she asked and rubbed her thumb against my cheeks. I smiled and nodded.

"You know I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything."

"Not even for a Katy Perry concert?" she asked.

"Well..." she gasped and we both started laughing. Mitchie wrapped her arms around my neck, still smiling. I could feel it. "Tomorrow," whispered into her ear, she shivered, and then sighed.

"Tomorrow."

One more day! Yes, *sigh* our little Mitchie is growing up into a beautiful young woman(just like Demi Lovato herself). I hope you all liked this chapter. Hopefully they wont fight like that anymore, hopefully. Anyway, leave me a review and I'll get busy writing the next chapter. At the latest, it will be up by the end of this week (July 25- August 1). Also, the dress will be up then as well, ok? I guess none of you are really worried about the dress, but come on, you have to at least be wondering what it looks like, right? Ah, whatever lol Oh, I'm thinking about changing my penname, so you'll have to watch if I do. It will probably have something to do with the Jonas Brothers, so yeah! THANK YOU READERS! LOVE YOU ALL *mwah*