Alright, chapter 27. Sorry, I had this finished yesterday, but never got around to putting it up. Anyway, it's up today and I'm so happy. I'm also happy because today, my youth group and I did some volenteer work at the local park. There was graffiti on the gazebo so we had to repaint it, but it looks awesome now! And I'm getting off topic lol please forgive me. Hopefully this chapter will make up for it.
ENJOY ;)
[Shane's POV]
I could not believe the paparazzi found us. I mean, they hadn't followed us for a while, but still. That also made me wonder: How long had he been spying on our little date? I asked myself, but I honestly didn't want to know.
Mitchie and I had decided it was probably best to continue our date somewhere more private, somewhere there wouldn't be hungry paparazzi waiting to be fed: Mitchie's house.
We pulled into her driveway ten minutes later, parking behind Mitchie's Mom's black Ford Tarus. She parked the car, shut off the engine and pulled the keys out of the ignition. She turned to me, an exhausted look on her face.
"Shane, are you sure you don't want me to drive back so you can get your car?" she asked. I shook my head.
"Mitch, please, I can get it tomorrow. Besides, I feel like spending the night, well, if it's alright with you?" She arched her brow and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Are you sure you want to? I mean, my parents might-"
"No! No, no. I didn't mean in the same bed," she nodded. "unless you want to," she squealed and slapped my arm as I started laughing. I would have leaned over and kissed the life out of her right then if there hadn't been a stupid console right between us. "So," I spoke once our laughter had subsided. She turned back to me after looking out the window for a moment. "What do you say, Beautiful?" she giggled and nodded.
"Of course, Shane." I smiled and we climbed out of her car.
Mitchie's house smelled like freshly squeezed oranges. Her Mom must be cleaning. I thought. "I think Mom's been cleaning," Mitchie said, reading my mind. I smiled and nodded. "Are you thirsty?" she asked, I nodded. "Good 'cause I'm dying. Oh, and I am never running again!" she said as she walked into the kitchen. I followed, chuckling at her.
Since Mitchie's parents didn't buy Fuji Water, we drank out of giant bottles of Ice Mountain. It was very good, almost as good as Fuji.
"So, where are your parents?" I asked. Mitchie put the cap back on her bottle and shrugged.
"I know they're around here somewhere. Mom never goes anywhere without her car." We both stood up and went looking for her parents, finding no one in the dining room, nada people in the backyard, Seirra in the living room -sleeping, of course- and no one in her parents study. We figured they must be upstairs in there bedroom doing something, anything but what we were thinking at the moment. "My parents, at least, have the decency to do it while I'm gone." Mitchie said and I shook my head, trying to get that thought out of my head.
"Well, as much fun as it's been looking for your parents," she rolled her eyes, "I really don't want to continue. I think your parents can find themselves if they're really lost in your house." she giggled and pushed me up the staircase.
"Well, I'm glad you said something, because I was starting to wonder if you were actually enjoying our 'Parent Hunt'."
"Yes," I said as we continued up the stairs. "I've been looking for the rare and hormonal Torres parent tigers all year." we reached the top and I spun around, facing her. She looked up, smiling.
"Yes? Do you have something to say?" she asked, looking through her lashes.
"Nope." I told her, a smile on my face. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, my hands resting on her hips as hers found their way up my chest.
"Eh-hem!" we both jumped, turning to see Mitchie's parents, watching us -close to- make out. Her parents looked beyond pissed and I was a part of that.
"Mitchie, you know the rules," her Mom said, pursing her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. Is it getting hot in here? I thought. Her parents were the only people I did not want to see at that moment.
"Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry, I-I..." Mitchie trailed off, turning a bright red. It was my turn.
"Mr. and Mrs. Torres, I am so sorry. Mitchie and I were just kissing, that was all it was." I put my hands up, showing I was friendly, not trying to take away their only daughter.
"Shane, when you are in our house, we expect you to follow our rules as well." Her Dad said.
"Yes Sir,"
"You know, just because you two are engaged doesn't mean you can go around making out all the time, especially in this house."
"Absoluutely, Sir." at this point, I was just trying to keep from sweating my eyeballs out. Mitchie's Dad was a nice guy, but when you got on his bad side, he was no one to be around.
"Now," he crossed his arms as well. "you two go and behave. If you want to do anything else, go do it on someone else's property." Mitchie and I both nodded, walking to her room and closing the door.
"Oh my gosh." Mitchie breathed, leaning against her door. I walked over to her bed and fell back on it, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Your Dad scares the crap out of me!" I whispered, closing my eyes and pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes. I could hear Mitchie walk across the floor, then sit down on the bed beside me. I removed my hands from my face, opening my eyes to see Mitchie biting her lip, her hand mid air. What is she doing? "Mitch?" I said, getting her attention. She looked down at me, removing her teeth from her lip and letting her hand fall to the bed. I sat up, lacing my hand with her fallen hand. "Babe, what's wrong?"
"It's my parents. They told us to behave." she said, a smile making it's way onto her face. "I hope they realize that just makes me want to misbehave more." I chuckled and nodded.
Hey, I am a guy. I'm going to think these things, but that doesn't mean just because I do think them, that I'll act on them. No, I was raised right. My parents taught me to respect women and to never pressure them into doing something they don't want to do. In fact, Mitchie and I probably wouldn't be taking it so slow if it hadn't been for them. Thank you, Mom and Dad.
"Sorry Babe, but just because we want to, doesn't mean we can." I put my hand on her knee. "I love you, but I'm waiting." I said and leaned over, kissing her. We pulled apart and she smiled.
"And because I love you too, I'm waiting." I smiled back and kissed her nose. She giggled and put her hand on top of mine. I looked down at the two rings on her finger: her engagement ring... and her purity ring. Both beautiful, both a part of her; a part of us. And both she would be rid of once she slipped on that wedding band and became Mrs. Shane Gray.
"Come on let's write a song, a little poetry. Take a photograph, let's make some memories. You can make it anything that you want it to be. If you follow your heart love is a work of art." Mitchie sang as she strummed her guitar. She sat by the window on a wooden bench that was probably older than she was. I sat on her vanity chair that I'd pulled over to the window. She finished the chorus of her newest song and I started hollering, clapping. Mitchie giggled, blushing.
"That was awesome!" I put my hand on her arm, smiling.
She smiled back, "Thanks, Shane." I rested my elbows on my knees, looking at her. "Hey, are you hungry?" she asked, looking at her watch.
"Yeah, I could go for something." I said and she looked back at me, smiling. She pulled her guitar strap over her head and set her guitar down on the bench once she stood up. I stood up as well and took her hand. We walked down stairs to the kitchen, seeing Mitchie's Mom cutting up fruits into a giant bowl. She looked up from the cutting board, seeing us walk in.
"Hey, you two hungry?" her Mom asked.
"Yeah," Mitchie said as we walked over to the counter by Mrs. Torres. "What'cha making Mom?" she asked, looking into the bowl.
"Fruit salad. I figured I'd use up some of this fruit." Mitchie nodded and stole a piece from the bowl. Mrs. Torres swat at Mitchie's hand and I smiled, remembering when my Mom had done the exact same thing to me. "Mitchie, why don't you grab a couple of bowls from the cabinet." Mitchie nodded and let go of my hand, walking over by the sink and grabbing two bowls from the cabinet. She brought them over and Mrs. Torres scooped some fruit into the bowls. "Here, you go." she said as she handed the bowls to us. "Sorry it's only fruit salad, Shane." I smiled.
"It's fine Mrs. Torres, my Mom makes fruit salad all the time." she smiled back and nodded.
When Mitchie and I finished our salad, we headed back up to her room, strumming and singing. We even ended up going back to songs we'd sung at camp. Mitchie singing her song "Until You're Mine" and me singing one of our ConnectThree songs, "Tonight". It was awesome remembering these moments with Mitchie, the moments we'd shared at Camp Rock. It was like being at camp all over again.
It was about 2:30 when Mitchie and I finally stopped rememiniscing on camp memories. We headed down stairs and decided to watch something on TV for a while.
"Oh my gosh, Sierra, you're still here?" Mitchie said when we found Sierra watching SpongeBob SquarePants.
"What, do you want me to leave?" Sierra asked, looking between us.
"Kinda." Mitchie said and Sierra slowly nodded.
"You two have fun." she said and walked out of the living room. Mitchie and I sat down on the couch, my arm around her shoulders and her legs across mine. I ran my free hand up and down her calves, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Her legs felt like butter, which was odd, but I could not stop touching them.
If anyone wanted I could make a list, right off the top of my head, listing things about Mitchie that drive me crazy -I mean that in a good way.
We watched a couple movies, The Devil Wears Prada and The Social Network, before Mitchie's Mom called us to the dinner table. She made Lasagna and Garlic bread -one of my favorite meals, condisering I grew up eating them and also because I'm part Italian.
The food was amazing. It tasted just like my Mom's recipe. I had to wonder if Mrs. Torres got the recipe from her?
It was 6:30 when Mitchie and I excused ourselves from the dinner table. We thanked Mrs. Torres for the amazing food and headed up to Mitchie's room. We tried to finish the song she'd been working on, but we kept getting off topic. It was 7:00 by the time we finally stopped.
"This song is going nowhere." Mitchie said, laying on her bed, looking up at the notebook she was hold above her head. "Why are we doing this now? I mean, last time you helped me write a song, it didn't turn out like this. Why do we keep wandering?" I looked over at her, watching her watch me. I honestly had no idea why.
"Maybe tomorrow we'll think of something," I said. She nodded and looked back at the notebook. After a about thirty seconds, she sat up and set the notebook on the bed. She stood up and walked over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top. I watched as she walked across the room, walking out and then coming back in a minute later wearing her night clothes. I smiled, "You're adorable." and she smiled back, walking over and straddling me. I ran my hands over her thighs, feeling that smoothness again. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her lips to mine.
This girl was unbelievable. She must have known what she made me feel. She had to have known, otherwise, she wouldn't be doing it. Why did she drive me crazy? The way she kissed me, the way she ran her fingers through my hair, the way she felt so smooth. God was definitely taunting me, that was for sure. But He was only doing it because He was putting me to the test. Test away, then.
[Mitchie's POV]
Knock, knock. I looked up, from my hands, to my bedroom door. "Come in!" I said, loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear. The door opened, revealing my Mom. I smiled. "Hey,"
"Hey, what are you two doing?" she asked, stepping in.
"Just playing," I said. Shane and I were playing Go Fish and, apparently, he was winning. I was never good at card games.
"Got any 3's?" Shane asked. I looked through my cards. Come on!
"Oh my gosh. You suck." I threw the card at him and dropped the rest of my cards on the bed, climbing off.
"Aw, Mitch, come on!" Shane dropped his cards, eh hem, I mean his one card and struggled to his feet. Mom laughed.
"Shane, you should have let her win." she said, holding in her laughter. I rolled my eyes. Shane walked up beside me, putting his hand on my back.
"I'm sorry, will you forgive me?" he looked at me, those big brown eyes staring back at me. I groaned.
"I suppose." he smiled.
"Mitch," Mom spoke up. "I don't wanna spoil your fun, but it's nine. You know the rules." I nodded. "Oh, and Shane, you can sleep in the guest room. It's not much, but it's just for tonight." Shane smiled.
"Thanks Mrs. Torres," Mom nodded with a smile and headed for the door.
"Goodnight." she said as she walked out.
"Night." Shane and I said at the same time. I turned to him, noticing he was still in his clothes from earlier. "What?" Shane asked, watching me.
"I forgot you didn't bring any night clothes." He looked at himself. He looked back up at me, shrugging.
"I can sleep naked." I slapped Shane's arm. He put his hand on it. "Ow. I was only joking, Mitch." he said.
"Yeah, I know." I rolled my eyes. "Hold on one sec." I ran out of my room, into my parents. Mom and Dad were laying on their bed, reading. "Hey Dad," he looked up from the Tool Magazine he was holding.
"Yeah, Mitchie?" he said, looking over his reading glasses.
"Shane doesn't have any night clothes. Can he borrow some of yours?" I bit my lip. Dad pursed his lips, thinking. He closed his magazine and rolled off their bed. I smiled, watching him open his dresser drawer and pull out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He tossed them to me. "Thanks, Dad." he nodded and crawled back into bed.
I walked back over to my room, walking in and seeing Shane over by my desk, looking at the pictures on my tackboard. I walked up beside him, looking at the picture he was currently staring at. I smiled, "I remember that day perfectly." Shane looked at me, smiling. It was a picture of Shane and I, sitting by the lake, on a log, holding hands. Caitlyn had taken the picture from behind, but I didn't know she did until after we all came home from camp. She'd e-mailed the pictures to me.
"That was the day I gave you the necklace," he said, fingering the silver pendant around my neck. I smiled, nodding. "You know you'll alway be my missing piece."
"And you'll always be my harmony." he smiled and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. We pulled apart seconds later. I handed Shane my Dad's night clothes. He took them and put his free hand to my cheek. He leaned down and kissed me.
"Goodnight my love." he whispered after his lips left mine.
"Goodnight." I whispered back and he started to walk away. "I love you." he turned at the doorway.
"I love you too." he said and went to the guest room. I closed my bedroom door and sighed. I walked over to my bed, climbed in and turned off my lamp, closing my eyes so I could keep my day with Shane going.
What did you think? I love reminicing on the little things I had in My Favorite Summer. Shane and Mitchie were such dorks back then lol they've grown so much! Anyway, what was your favorite part? Got any suggestions, like if there should be a tour or not? Let me know ;) REVIEW!