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Mitchie P.O.V

I sat in my favorite chair in the living room listening to my iPod. I put it on shuffle and listened as the songs began and ended in a rhythmic flow. Fixed At Zero by VersaEmerge, Call Me When You're Sober by Evanescence, Time of Dying by Three Days Grace, Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down, The Hell Song by Sum 41, Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects, Hurricane by 30 Seconds to Mars, Fallin In by Lifehouse-

I listened to the first two lines,

Every time I see your face

My heart takes off on a high speed chase

I watched as the iPod screen light up and I paused the song. Why this song? When I had first heard it on the radio I had fallen in love with those two lines and the music drew me and soon I had it on my iPod. But today was different. Falling in love was the last thing I wanted or needed to think about. Maybe it was the fact that this two lines spoke true because it described exactly what I felt every time I saw- no, not going to think about that.

I sighed, pushing all thoughts of love out of my head and went back to my iPod, going on to the next song.

Play My Music by Connect 3.

I let out an exasperated sigh and gave up on my iPod. Just when the last thing I wanted my mind on was him, things had to continue bringing him up.

Standing and leaving my iPod I ignored the way it went back to the previous song. The thing was evil.

I walked over to my book shelf, picking out my favorite book. I had read it more times than I could count but it always managed to make me feel better.

Taking it off the shelf I went back to my chair, sat down, and opened to one of the many marked pages. After a few minutes of reading I leaned my head back with a groan. Tonight was not my night. The book centered on a couple who were in love with each other and were willing to do anything to protect the other. Along with not wanting to think about him, I wanted nothing to do with couples.

Closing the book, I stood and set it back on the shelf. I was inclined to throw it out the balcony but I knew I'd regret it. It wasn't the books fault, or its characters, that I felt like I was jumping out of a plane with no parachute.

No, it was no ones fault except mine and Shane's. Yes, Shane Grey was to blame for the jumbled mess I called my emotions.

Shane and I were friends, more like best friends, and that friendship had only gotten stronger rather than diminished even though I was now getting my own taste of fame. I had released my first album last year and I was close to releasing my second soon. The public seemed to like me from the start and I couldn't ask for better fans. Sure, it was hard sometimes when you couldn't go out to eat or shop without forming a scene and all the endless parties were not my thing. But still, I love where I am. This is what I had been hoping to do all of my life. Singing my songs to people who were willing to listen, to people who could connect with them, to people who could realize they too could fullfill their dreams just like I had.

And through it all, Shane has been there and I have been there for him. We kept each other grounded and stable. But lately, my feelings had begun to become deeper. Deeper than what a friend should feel for another friend, no matter how close they were. Lately? No, they were always there, I just didn't want to admit it. I didn't want to admit it now but somewhere along the line they had grown too strong to ignore or push aside.

Of course, it was just my luck that the problem couldn't end there. Nope. A couple weeks ago Isabel had appeared in Shane's life. They have been dating for almost a month now and every time I saw them together, thought about them together, or even heard about them I couldn't help but feel my heart twist and yearn. And to make matters worse, if that was possible, a week ago Shane had told me Isabel was pregnant. In that moment I felt so many emotions at once, I was speechless. After a few minutes of coaxing from him, I finally responded. I forced a smile and made my voice sound cheery enough, congratulating him. It sounded so fake in my ears but he seemed to buy it. I was in complete and utter shock. Whatever hopes I had of Shane feeling the same way about me as I felt about him evaporated that day.

Getting sick of my masochistic thoughts and memories I stood and walked out to the balcony, enjoying the sting of the cold on my skin. I let it clear my mind from all thoughts of Shane. I looked over the railing and down to the slumbering city. I loved this city. It was peaceful and calm, the complete opposite of all the cities most celebrities chose to inhabit. It radiated warmth and uniqueness. Even though the temperature continued to drop I stayed where I was, letting it numb my mind as well as my body. It worked until I heard a knock on my door. Looking at my watch I saw it was almost two in the morning.

Who would be here at this hour? I asked myself as I made my way to the door, not bothering to look through the hole in the door to check who it was.

I was surprised to see Shane in the door way, swaying slightly.

"Shane?"

He looked up and smiled but it seemed both forced and genuine.

"Hey Mitch." He slurred.

Oh no, I thought. He's drunk?

My question was answered as Shane stepped forward and gave me a hug, and the strong smell of alcohol assaulted my senses.

"Shane, what are you doing here? And drunk no less." I said, as I led him inside and closed the door.

He smiled crookedly at me, "Hey Mitch." He greeted as if I had never spoken.

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you drunk? You never drink."

It was true, Shane and alcohol were like water and oil. Whenever we went to a party and they served alcohol he would barely take a sip before forgetting all together about it.

"I-I, I don't remember." He finally said, his eyebrows scrunched together, trying to remember.

I sighed and was about to ask how he had gotten to my house when he fell, almost taking me down with him. I was able to stop myself but not before hitting my head on the side of a table. I groaned, trying not to hit anything else while pulling Shane back up.

"Ok, come on. Lay down." I said, ignoring the thumping in my head and heart.

Even drunk, he had the power to make my heart race.

I lead him to the couch and gently laid him down.

"Mitchie." He said as I stretched him out and took his shoes off.

"I'm here sweetheart." I whispered softly.

"Good." He responded and seemed to relax.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at me. "There's something I was going to tell you. But I forgot."

I chuckled under my breath and stood, walking to a closet and grabbing a blanket and pillow.

As I was placing the pillow behind his head, Shane grabbed my hand and said, "Mitchie?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I like it when you call me that." He whispered. Then he said, "I broke up with Isabel."

Kneeling beside him I froze. "What? But-but Shane, she's pregnant. With your child."

I tried to ignore the rising hope in me.

He shook his head, then seemed to regret it as a groan escaped his lips. "We're over."

"Shane, what about the baby?" I reminded him again.

"Nope, no baby." He mumbled as he seemed to be succumbing to sleep.

"You can't just leave her, she's going to have you're child. You're son or daughter. You can't do that."

"No, she was lying. There is no baby." He finally grumbled.

In shock, I leaned back and sighed. Was it true? Had Isabel been lying? Maybe it was the alcohol that was making Shane think that.

After a minute I looked up towards Shane but he had his eyes closed and seemed to have fallen asleep.

I stood, covering him with the blanket and was about to go into the kitchen when I felt Shane's hand wrap around my arm.

"Mitchie, I gotta tell you something."

"What is it?" I asked, sitting down beside him.

Instead of answering Shane pulled me down and crashed his lips to mine. Against my better judgment I responded, moving my lips in sync with his. I felt his hand against my head and the other snaked around my waist, pulling me close to him until I didn't know where he ended and I began. I moaned as his tongue began to seek entrance to my mouth. Suddenly my senses came back and I pulled back, breathless.

He grumbled, clearly not happy, but if it was because I had stopped the kiss or because it had happened in the first place, I didn't know.

"Mitchie." He groaned.

I shook my head, "You should go to sleep Shane."

After a moment he nodded and laid his head back down, releasing me. I knew I was crazy the moment he released me and I missed his arms around me. Soon Shane was fast asleep and I was left with my mind and emotions in complete disarray.

I stood and made my way back to the open balcony. The cold air didn't seem to help as much as before and no matter what I tried to think about, all that was on my mind was the way Shane's lips felt on mine. It was better than anything I had ever imagined or could imagine. I'm a lost cause, I thought.

I checked my watch and saw that it was almost four. I decided to sit next to Shane and try to sleep. If he needed anything I would there. I closed my eyes and tried to force sleep to take me but it was in vain. I tried to concentrate on Shane's rhythmic breathing but it only brought back the memory of our kiss. I shuddered and goosebumps spread over my arms. Like I needed any more initiative to think about him.

Time seemed to fly by and soon the living room began to light up with the morning sunlight. I smiled at the beautiful sight. I had left the balcony doors open so the cold, morning air blew in. I ignored the chill and enjoyed the view. It was almost seven in the morning and I hadn't slept. But that was the least of my problems. Would Shane remember the kiss? I couldn't decide if I wanted him to or not.

I heard a groan and turned my head to see Shane sitting up, holding his head. I sat quietly, observing him. He seemed to not notice I was there. Then he looked up and our eyes connected. Instantly I felt my face grow warm and I looked back out the window.

"How are you feeling?" I said after a minute, looking back at him as my blush died down.

"Asking that is like asking Jason if he wants a birdhouse." He grumbled.

I simply laughed at his cranky response.

"There's no need for the snarky comments towards me. Save those for the liquor the next time you want to get drunk."

He groaned again, "Never going to happen."

I laughed again. Then I stood, "Want some water?"

"No, I'm ok. Just gotta wait for the room to stop spinning."

I nodded and stood. Deciding that coffee was the best way to start the day I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. As I was making my way towards the coffee machine I saw Shane walk into the kitchen, swaying slightly.

"Hey, Mitch?" He sounded nervous.

I turned and looked at him, "Yeah?"

"Did-did I do anything stupid yesterday?"

I looked away and forced a laugh. "At the party? Who knows, but if you did I'm pretty sure the press will make sure to inform three out of the seven continents in the world."

He chuckled, "No. I meant, did I do anything stupid when I came here?"

When I didn't answer he went on, "Cause I had this dream that I, that I kinda kissed you...?" He made it sound like a question.

I made myself shrug, trying to play it cool when all I wanted was to turn away. "You said it yourself, it was a dream."

He shook his head, "But that's the thing, it felt too real to be a dream. Please answer me, did I kiss you or not?"

I wanted to lie and say that nothing had happened but I knew he could tell when I was lying. I nodded, "Yeah, kinda. But you were drunk so..."

He sighed, "Great, just great."

His reaction was like a slap in the face but I didn't let it show.

"It's ok Shane. People do idiotic things when they're drunk."

My response seemed to make him feel a little better and he nodded, looking relieved. That's when I remembered what he had said about Isabel.

"Shane, what happened with Isabel yesterday?"
His eyebrows drew together, "What do you mean?"

I think he knew what I was talking about but didn't want to say it.

"Last night you said that you guys were over and something about the baby."

For a second his eyes clouded over in anger. Then he took a deep breath and said, "I ended it with Isabel because she was just using me. The whole time we were together she only wanted to be part of the 'Hollywood scene'. She didn't really care about me, only what she could gain from me."

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