Shane sat a park bench with closed eyes, listening to the wind blow. The leaves on trees rustled, and the sound of children playing was heard down the grassy hill. He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and opened his eyes.

The beautiful brunette took a seat next to him, handing him a cup of coffee.

"Hey babe," she greeted. "Miss me?"

Shane set down the coffee and answered, "You know it." He then leaned in to kiss her, resting one hand on her cheek and the other on her neck. Shane always felt a sense of ease around her; he could just be himself.

She broke from the kiss for a second, to grab some coffee. "It's too early for this," she said, laughing and rubbing her eyes.

"It's never too early," Shane protested, pulling her in again. Her sweet scents put him back in a trance. He never wanted to break from the kiss, or from her. Shane would have loved nothing more than to stay like that forever.

However, she broke away from their kiss again, and stood up. "I thought we were going to walk around the park. Come on now, there will be time for that later."

Shane moaned and stood up, wrapping his arm around her. He then kissed her cheek, and the two began to walk down the path to the small lake.

Shane sat down first on the wooden bench, and then pulled the beautiful young woman onto his lap. She pressed her forehead to his and whispered, "I love you, Shane."

Shane looked into the innocent brown of her eyes, and took her hand. "I love you too, Mitchie."

Suddenly, the murderous sound of alarm clock "beeps" filled the air. Shane moaned and punched his alarm clock, causing it to fall on the floor. He felt around for Mitchie. Realizing it was all a dream, Shane pulled the covers off and decided to call Mitchie instead. He could just relive that dream. He grabbed his phone and began to dial her number when he suddenly remembered: they had been broken up for over a week now. Shane couldn't call her or talk to her or anything.

Every feeling that Shane had just felt during his dream had been ripped away from him. He felt as if he had broken up with Mitchie all over again.

Shane was not one to cry. Ever. But for the first time, he felt capable of tears. He crawled back into his bead and pulled the covers over his head.

Mitchie desperately needed to talk to Caitlyn. Maybe Caitlyn's phone was dead or lost, because Mitchie realized that she must have left at least twenty messages on her phone.

Mitchie walked up the steps to Caitlyn's house and knocked. Twenty knocks later, Mitchie decided just to go in to leave a note for Caitlyn, so at least Caitlyn would know that Mitchie was trying to get a hold of her. Caitlyn had given her a key for emergencies. This sure felt like an emergency to Mitchie.

After unlocking the door, Mitchie entered. She set her purse on the counter and found a pen and paper.

Dear Caitlyn,

My life is pretty much falling apart.

I desperately need to talk to you.

Please please please call me, babe.

XOXO, Mitchie.

Mitchie folded the note and made her way to Caitlyn's room. Mitchie opened the door and turned on the light.

She abruptly screamed and dropped the note as she saw that she was not the only one in the room. Caitlyn was straddling someone who had one hand under Caitlyn's shirt and the other on her butt. He stopped moaning and tried to see what was going on, but Caitlyn's hair covered his face.

"Mitchie!" Caitlyn called out, but it was too late. Mitchie had already left. Caitlyn got off her the guy and buttoned up her shirt. By the time she ran out into her living room, Mitchie had already left the house.

Caitlyn cursed under her breath and kicked the nearby trashcan over. This was not going to end well. Caitlyn could just tell.

Mitchie paced the floor of her room, contemplating. Is that where Caitlyn had been? With her new… boyfriend? Boy toy? Friend with benefits? Why didn't Caitlyn tell Mitchie about him?

After Mitchie recognized the brown curly hair of the guy feeling up Caitlyn, she had to run. Why had neither of them told anyone about their relationship? Or maybe they just decided not to tell Mitchie?

Mitchie's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. She opened the door to see Caitlyn standing there warming her hands up with her breath.

"Hi, Mitchie." Caitlyn gave an apologetic look to Mitchie, who was glaring at her.

"Hi," Mitchie answered gruffly. "Nice to see you. Especially with your clothes on."

Caitlyn let the comment slide, and instead suggested: "Should we sit?"

Mitchie shrugged. "Fine."

Caitlyn sat down and began to twiddle her thumbs out of nervousness. "Look, Mitchie, I get that you're mad. Really, I do."

"I don't care that you two are dating. I'm just mad that you felt you had to hide it from me," Mitchie explained.

Caitlyn said nothing, and just nodded.

"How long has this been going on?" Mitchie asked.

"I don't know if we ever officially became 'boyfriend and girlfriend'. We just sort of started liking each other. And then every time we saw each other, we just acted like we were dating. It was weird, but I guess it was like we were never truly official, but not allowed to date other people. So like an unspoken relationship? It's hard to put in words."

Mitchie swallowed. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you ignore me?"

"I… I don't know," Caitlyn lied.

Mitchie slammed her fist on the table and got up. "I don't have time for this. You can at least have the decency to tell me the truth." She turned to walk away.

Caitlyn stopped her. "Maybe I didn't want to hurt you any further. I heard all your messages over the last seven days..."

Mitchie turned back, and shot fiercely: "What do you mean? You're being ridiculous."

"No, Mitchie, I'm not. It would have been like 'Oh, I'm sorry about your break-up. I'm sorry you're devastated and that Shane is a total dick. On that note, may I add that I am dating the most amazing guy in the world? I am happier that I've been in such a long time, and I have a boyfriend who actually loves me'. Is that what I should have done?"

"Shane isn't the only one like that." Mitchie protested angrily.

Caitlyn snorted.

Mitchie had officially snapped. "All Connect Three members are the same, Caitlyn. Sorry to break it to you. He may seem nice, but give it time. He will change. He'll show you his true side. And when he does, don't say I didn't warn you."

"No, they aren't all like that. You just managed to choose the ass hole of the group. Have fun with that," Caitlyn retorted.

"Get out of my house," Mitchie snapped, running into her room and slamming the door. Once she heard the front door close, Mitchie buried her head in her pillow and let the tears pour out.

Wow, I'm sorry that was so short. And sorry for taking so long to update guys! Seriously, I really am. I know that "sorry" is now becoming meaningless because I use it so much, but I really do mean it. I promise not to take this long to update again!

Anyway, I'm hoping you liked the update. Uh oh, who is Caitlyn dating? Nate or Jason? (In case you didn't notice, I didn't tell you who, haha.)

And thank you EVERYONE for the wonderful reviews. They make me so happy! :) I love you guys to death!