I am always blown away by the amount of reviews that every chapter receives. And, we are dangerously close to breaking 300 reviews. I can't thank you guys enough for the support, and patience for each chapter. I'm not sure why I was feeling sappy as I wrote this, but it happened. Again, I love each and every one of you.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything... only the plot. Nor do I own the song used in the chapter, it belongs to the rightful owner.

"I never showed you my song," Shane excitedly said, as I slowly blinked my eyes open to the world. I had a feeling that he had been hovering around my bed, waiting for me to stir awake. Shane didn't budge, "You need to hear this."

"Right now?" I asked, my voice sounding groggy. I rolled my face back into my pillow. I hardly wanted to spend my Saturday morning, wide awake, giving him my full attention. I liked him, but not that much. It was too early in the morning, on my day off for me to even care about life.

"Yes, right now!" Shane said, ripping the blankets from my body. I groaned in protest, reaching for a bit of fabric to snuggle up with.

"I can barely see the sun rising," I moaned, trying to make a point here. I still needed my sleep.

"Mitchie," Shane whined, making my name into two incredibly long syllables. I sighed, picking my heavy head up in his general direction.

"I am barely awake enough to know which way is up," I said, flopping back into my pillow. I pulled my teddy bear into the curve of my fetal position.

"No teddy bear for you," Shane said, prying the stuffed animal from my tightest grip, under the circumstances. There was no way I could fall asleep without a blanket over me, or without my teddy bear. He was going to win this argument.

"Shane, have you ever heard the term cruel and unusual punishment?" I asked him, feeling a bit more awake; thanks to his constant nagging.

"Mitchie, have you ever heard the term rise and shine?" Shane shot back at me. I smirked, wiping the sleep my from my eyes.

"Touché," I said, as I watched him form a cocky smile, which made me instantly regret my comment.

"You'll like it," Shane switched topics, which threw me off for a moment, before I realized that we were back to talking about the song. I tried to grasp the melody in my head, along with the chords.

"How do you know?" I asked, with a roll of the eye.

"Just trust me," Shane said, with a wide smile. He grabbed his guitar, and joined me on my bed.

"You know, I have never seen you so excited about something before," I sentimentally said, knowing that he hasn't acted like this since he broke into Hollywood, and his ego exploded.

Shane didn't say anything in return, as he started to play the familiar chords along with beating the guitar head with the heel of his palm. It sounded as beautiful and raw as the first time I heard it a million years ago. The only difference was that he was going to sing to it. My stomach was exploding with butterflies for a reason that I couldn't put my finger on.

"She was brought into this world out a beautiful mistake, when her mom was just a girl, and her daddy didn't stay. She was working at age nine at the flower shop in town; working not just to survive cause life was throwing her around," Shane sang, his voice sounding pure.

I could barely breathe as the words escaped from his mouth, with such a poetic feel. But, the part that hit home the worst, was realizing that this was about my life, the secrets that I told him. I smiled when he looked up at me, wanting to gauge my emotion. I could feel my emotions swelling from under me, hitting my eyes with some stinging tears, that I would never let roll down my cheeks. I was touched by this gesture.

"In the rose garden where the rain is falling, and the thorns are sharpened. Rose garden, yeah, rose garden," Shane sang, his voice sounding like nothing I have ever heard before. It sounded like it did with the band's original songs.

I was kind of glad that I had woken up for this, not that I would ever admit it.

"She was young, but not naïve, always wise beyond her years. Hoping that no one would see, every time she dried her tears," Shane sang, in perfect harmony with the guitar. The way it flowed together was so perfect that it scared me. Shane licked his lips, "In the rose garden where the rain is falling, and the thorns are sharpened. Rose garden."

I felt like this would be something sang in a quaint coffee shop in New York City. It was a perfect little acoustic song. I mean, the entire coffee reference could have been to help jolt start my morning, and craving for coffee after a severe lack of sleep.

"Don't let those petals fall. Don't let them fall on you. Don't let those petals fall. Don't let them fall on you," Shane sang, as I watched him slightly blush under my gaze, "In the rose garden where the rain is falling, and the thorns are sharpened. In the rose garden, yeah, rose garden."

We sat there in an eerie silence as his song ended. I had never been serenaded by something so wonderful. There was this one time, but he was a horrible singer and he was joking, so we laughed it off. I didn't know how to work a situation like this. It was moments like this that I wished that I wasn't so awkward.

"What did you think?" Shane finally asked, as I intertwined my fingers with his. I smiled at him.

"It was beautiful," I said, as Shane gently placed a kiss on my forehead. And, all that needed to be said about the song was summed up in a kiss on the lips.

I know that it's short! But, in return for the lack of chapter, you now know the song Shane has been toying around with for the entire story. I hope that you liked this story enough to boost us up over 300 reviews. Go crazy!