My
lovely readers! Do not be alarmed, I am not abandoning 'Between You
And I', I just have had this idea for a while and need to get it
out so it doesn't cloud my thoughts.
Please review and tell me
if you think I should continue with it.
In this story, Connect 3
are VERY OOC. Kind of like, the dirty, more mature version.
Wonderful. :D
Hope you enjoy!
Monday November 22
7:30 PM
Well, I feel loved. So much so, that I've spent the past hour and a half sobbing over the amount of love I'd previously been received. From everybody in fact: my parents, my friends and even my cat Sugar. Trust me, if you had been hit with what I had been hit, you'd be sobbing too:
1) My parents are abandoning me for the holidays. (Some Alaskan cruise or something, I don't know, but it's followed by a jolly journey through the whole damn continent of Europe)
2) I found my ex-best friend Sierra choking my ex-boyfriend Josh by means of sticking her tongue down his throat. Josh, who shall from now on be referred to as the A-hole, promptly responded to her by groping her stuffed bra. For godsakes, she's fricken 19 and she still stuffs her bra. The A-hole obviously wasn't worth going out with I mean, he couldn't even tell the difference between real breasts and tissue paper! What's wrong with him? (Oh yeah, he's an A-hole)
3) Sugar ran away.
Who abandons their own daughter? For the holidays no less....
Okay, I guess I deserved it. I did hit my parents with my own barrel of love when I announced at my graduation party that I wouldn't be going to college right away. They blamed it on my cousin Nate. He's the coolest cousin ever; he's in a rad band that is actually famous and everything! He gets to tour the whole world. Sigh. He's so lucky. I haven't heard from Nate since last week. We're pretty close, since we're the closest in age in our whole family. He doesn't get to spend the holidays with his family either; band stuff. But in the end it's gotta be worth it, no?
8:20 PM
The phone rang; right in the middle of a Friends rerun. Right at the pivotal moment in the episode, just like always. This will never stop bothering me.
"Who is it?" I asked harshly, not taking my eyes off the screen.
"Whoa, PMS much?" came the voice on the other end.
"Nate!" I squealed. Finally, a friendly person to talk to. "I'm so glad you called. I thought I was going to die from the absence of other life forms."
"Yeah, I heard about your parents. That's gotta suck."
"Yeah."
"Well you've got Josh and um...Sienna, right?"
"Wrong."
"They're going away too?"
"I wish they would." I replied. Damn. Now I was going to have to explain to him what happened, and I was going to have to use the A-hole's birthname. Damn.
"Oh God. What happened?"
"To make a long story short, using their hands, tongues and fake breasts, they've managed to simultaneously end up on my hate list."
"They did that to you? I don't believe it; Josh was so cool when I met him."
"It's because you're in a fab band. Well I don't think he'd use the word, 'fab' but you know what I mean."
"So?"
"So?! If you weren't my cousin, and you were still as good-looking, well, let's not go there..."
"Lets. What about Jason? Shane?"
"Well they'd have to be as good-looking as you, now," I reminded him.
"You don't think either of them is good-looking? Not even one?" Yes! Shane! Mmmm Shane ...Mustn't let Natey know though.
"Except for Shane."
Damn.
"Really? You like Shane?"
"No, my dear, good looks and fancying are two different things."
"If you say so..."
"So how's it been down under?" I said, quickly changing the subject.
"Excuse me?"
"I meant in Australia. Eww, get your mind out of the gutter, Nathan!"
"It would be a lot more fun if you were here."
"It would be a lot more fun if I was anywhere."
"So why don't you come?"
And that was that. That is how I planned the next two months of my life out. It didn't take much thinking really. Who could have said no?
Wednesday November 24
12:02 AM
Here I am, on the midnight flight to Australia, waiting for the lift off. Thanksgiving is officially tomorrow, and I'll be spending it in Australia! (Hurray!) With boys! (Double hurray!) With Shane Gray! (Hurray times a million!) The plane is packed. Who flies from America to Australia? On the unfortunate side, I'll be spending the next eighteen hours on an airplane sitting next to an old man who smells like he hasn't showered in years.
Great.
2:33 AM
Only sixteen hours to go!
1:05 PM
The lunch cart just came. Chicken or fish. What a selection. Yuck. But on the bright side, less than 7 hours until I see Nate! (And Shane).
3:38 PM
I was listening to my iPod, Connect 3 (of course), when it hit me; Shane was going to SEE me. Like really, SEE me. We haven't seen each other in person in almost a year! What if he thought I was too fat? (Well, not to be self-absorbed, but impossible - I am the thinnest out of all my friends, so unless he thinks anorexia is the way to go, I think he'll find my figure suitable.) But what if I'm too short? I'm 5'2". That's pretty damn short. Well, no bother I guess, that's what high heels are for. But what if he thinks my nose is too big?
3.39 PM
Or too small?
6:49 PM
I fell asleep a couple of hours ago, that was until, of course, my iPod played, "I Just Wanna Live" by Good Charlotte - it's quite difficult to stay asleep with those high-pitches blasting in your ears. But I'm glad I woke up. Just over an hour 'till we land and Nate will be waiting for me at the gate! I bet he's getting ready to come meet me now. I wonder what Shane is doing.
8:20 PM
Hell yeah! The plane had landed and I scrambled out of my seat. I want to get off the damn plane A.S.A.P!! I am so excited I can't keep still! Finally, the line began moving as people began heading down. I pulled my small backpack over one shoulder, and as quickly as possible, made my way to the gate. As I stepped out onto the terminal, my eyes scanned the small crowd for Nate's noggin. But alas, it was nowhere to be found.
Oh god, what if he just forgot??
"Mitchie! Mitchie!"
Okay, maybe not.
I turned my head and saw …Shane? He ran up to me, dodging people on the way, a gigantic smile plastered on his face.
"Shane!" I grinned at him. He picked me up in his arms and spun me around, my feet flying around loosely. Just like when we were kids. He still smelt like himself. It's weird how my brain stores this unnecessary information when sometimes I can't remember for the life of me what's on my shopping list when I forget to take it with me.
"How have you been?" I asked him after he'd put me down, his arm now slung carelessly over my shoulder.
"Great. Crazy. But great," he smiled down at me.
"So, uh, where is Nate?" Oh god, I hope that didn't come out accusatory. Shane picking me up was awesome.
"He was on his way down from the hotel room, but the elevator got stuck."
"Oh, too bad," I said, trying hard not to laugh. We looked at each other for about two seconds before we both started cracking up. He was cute when he laughed.
He was always cute, but he was even cuter when he laughed. Suddenly his pocket started vibrating. He reached in and pulled out his cell phone.
"It's Nate," he told me, looking at the screen. "Hello? Yeah, just picked her up then. On our way back now. Later." He hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket.
"What about my stuff? Baggage claim?" I asked.
"Jason's assistant will pick it up and bring it over." he replied, leading me down an escalator.
"How come only Jason has an assistant?" I wondered out loud.
"He wanted one, I guess," Shane shrugged his shoulders. When we got outside, he led me over to a black limousine and opened the back door for me, like a gentleman. Aww! He slid in after me and shut the door behind him.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked.
"Oh, no thanks, I can't wait," I smiled, looking out the window.
"It's a two hour ride," he noted. I flipped myself around to face him, my eyes wide with confusion.
"Two hours? I thought your hotel was in Sydney?"
"It is - on the other side, plus traffic."
I nodded, comprehending. "Oh..."
"So do you want a drink?" he smiled, holding out a bottle of wine.
"Well, okay... wait a minute... how do I know you're not trying to poison me?" I asked, warily.
"Well," he said, putting on a grin, "I haven't raped you yet. What good what it do for me if you're poisoned first?"
"Poison isn't an STD, genius," I said, patting his shoulder.
"So you're saying it's okay if I rape you?"
"Yes," I said, not thinking. "Wait no!" He began laughing. "That's not fair you tricked me!" I said, hitting him.
"Hey! Don't hit me!" he pouted, putting his arms up as a shield.
This is going to be a long ride...
Wednesday November 24
9:00 PM
"Can I ask you something?" I said, after a lull silenced the atmosphere. Shane turned his head to look at me, with his cute little smile. Oh, that smile! It will be the death of me, I swear!
"Why are you wearing a shirt that says 'SLUT' on it?" He paused for a second and then began laughing. "Are you laughing at me?" I asked, mock offended.
"Are you judging me?"
"No."
"Well then no," he said. I crossed my arms and turned my head, pretending to be mad.
"I'd much rather be wearing this shirt than that hickey," he said, pointing to my neck. Quickly I snapped my head back, covering the hickey with my hand while simultaneously trying to cover it with my hair. He laughed at me, his eyes crinkling with pure delight.
"It's still there?" I questioned worriedly.
"Wow, that boyfriend of yours must have one hell of a set of teeth," he commented, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Ex-boyfriend," I corrected him.
"Ah. So that hickey is the result of breakup sex," he said, making himself double over laughing.
"Can we stop talking about the hickey?" I said, getting annoyed for real this time. He stopped laughing. The next fifteen seconds were quiet. I decided it was only fair to clue him in.
"I only broke up with him a few days ago."
"Oh," he replied, his eyes staring blankly at the headrest of the front seat. He looked …thoughtful?
"I caught him - with my best friend." I said. I felt that he sensed the pain in my tone.
"Sorry," he shrugged, the corner of his mouth pulling up into a grim smile.
"Yeah, me too. It's a bitch being alone for the holidays - no one to sip eggnog by the fire with, no one to kiss under mistletoe - no one to go return gifts with after the holidays for way cooler ones," I joked, trying to lighten up the mood. I could tell he wanted to laugh.
"I never looked at it that way. Thanks for making the holidays suck just a bit more," he said, sarcastically.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's just say it's been a while since I gave a hickey."
"Oh."
Aww! I should probably let him know that he can give me all the hickeys he wants (and anything else). Wait, no, don't tell him that, it ruins the element of surprise.
"Well, we can be alone together," I said, smiling. He smiled back at me and brushed his hand against mine. I couldn't tell whether it was on purpose or by accident, but regardless, my cheeks flushed red. Turn your head, Torres!
9:12 PM
I turned my head, trying to wipe the goofy grin off my face.
"He was stupid, you know," Shane said. I turned my head back to face him. His eyes looking at me, burning with …something I couldn't quite place my finger on.
"Who? Josh?"
"Is that his name?"
I shrugged, looking down at my hands.
"The weird thing," I began, "Is that I don't even miss him." I looked up into Shane's eyes. "Does that make me a horrible person?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Enough about me then," I said, trying to change the mood. "Let's talk about you."
"What, about my love life? I don't have one, next." he said. We looked at each other before bursting out laughing. I'm so glad the Shane that I know isn't like the Shane that the fans know. It's amazing how different a person is depending on how you know them.
"Okay, next. What's the best part about being in a band?"
"Are you wired or something? Are you being paid to interview me?" he grinned wickedly, climbing towards me to check my shirt.
"No! Get off!" I laughed.
Stay on!
I feebly pushed against his chest. It did nothing to keep him away. Oh well.
I had to keep fighting him off until we toppled over and he landed on top of me on the floor.
Yes!
It was cramped. VERY cramped.
Fuck yes.
9:22 PM
I could feel him leaning in. Oh my god, this was it. My heart stuttered with anticipation.
Before he could lean any closer, a vibration came from his jeans pocket. His phone.
Damn it to hell!
Shane climbed off me and reached into his pocket.
He was about to kiss me!
Was he about to kiss me?
He was about to KISS me!
"Yello?" he drawled into the reciever. I also got up and straightened my pants before I sat back down next to him on the seat. I didn't pay attention to what he was saying; I was too caught up in my thoughts.
He tried to kiss me!
!!!!!!!
"Are you hungry?" Shane asked me, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
Yes! Hungry for you!
Shane, cocked his eyebrow, looking at me weirdly. Oh God. I hope I didn't just say that out loud. I froze trying to think if I'd said that in my head or not.
"Mitchie? Hungry? I asked you just then and your eyes kind of glazed over," he chuckled.
"A little bit, I guess," I shrugged. Thank God I didn't say that out loud. That would have been mortifying.
"We can stop to eat, if you want," he offered.
Okay, okay, now I know the right thing to do is to go see Nate first, but he made me wait, so why can't I make him wait?
9:29 PM
Okay, so he was stuck in an elevator. But still!
Plus I lied, I'm starving. The airplane food wasn't even fit for a dog. Not even an ugly one.
"Yeah, okay," I smiled. "Drive-thru?" There, I justified the food VS Nate situation.
"Okay," he nodded. He leaned over to push a button that lowered the screen so that we could talk to the chauffer.
"Can you stop by a McDonalds drive through?" Shane asked. The chauffer tipped his hat, signifying a positive answer. Shane smiled and sat back down, pushing the button so the separator would go back up.
"I hate fast food meat. I only go for the fries," I clarified. Big Mac's without the meat were my favourite. I simply replaced the meat patties with fried, and voila, a burger made in heaven.
"Yeah? Me too," Shane agreed with me, his face lighting up.
Hell yeah! Something in common!
"Sometimes for the apple pies...." he smiled. I smiled back at him, and leaned back into my seat, stretching my arms out. He brushed his hand against my own that was resting beside me on the seat. It was definitely on purpose this time - because, well, he kinda left his hand there.
YES!
10:08 PM
Three baskets of fries later, I found myself laying face up along the seat, holding my stomach.
"That was good," I smiled, looking up at the mirrored roof. I could see Shane sitting on the seat across from me.
"They make 'em better in Australia," he commented, looking over to me.
"What will happen if I pinch your nose shut?" I asked, randomly. I had no idea where that came from.
"Let's not find out..." he said, a bit horrified. He backed up a bit.
"I say lets!" I said getting up, grinning at him. He kept trying to back away but there was only so much space. I cornered him. He turned his head and tried to cover his profile with his hands.
"Come on now, don't be scared..." I cooed, inching closer.
"Mommy..." he whimpered. I had a plan. I sat there for a full minute, completely still. He slowly moved his arms down and turned his head, wondering if it was okay to move. WRONG! Right then I pounced on him and he started squirming. I grabbed the collar of his shirt with both of my hands as he tried to push me away. He ended up pushing me down to the floor - he came along for the ride, what, with being attached to his shirt collar and all. There we were. We were there - there where we had previously been - on the floor, our faces merely inches apart. My hands were still gripping his collar.
I, Mitchie Torres, am the World's Greatest Flirter and Master of Compromising Positions.
YES!
"I happen to know," he began. I could feel his breath on my neck. "...that you have a piercing, in your belly button."
Oh god.
"And now, that you are most definitely incapable of pushing me off you, there's nothing stopping me from-"
"No!" I squealed, struggling to get him off.
Not really.
He slowly lifted my shirt and brushed his hands along the piercing. I let out a mini giggle.
"Ticklish are you?" His eyes sparkled with devilish glee and he began tickling my sides.
"Shane, stop it!" I gasped, now laughing uncontrollably. I began squirming around until he finally lifted himself up. Before he could fully get off, I pushed him over and was now under me.
I am now THE master of compromising positions. He got a sly look in his eyes and grinned up at me. Instantly he wrapped his arms around my waist, disabling me to move.
"Ha! What now?" he smirked as I tried to break free. Again - not really.
YES!
"Well," I sighed, "If you won't let go of me, I might as well get some sleep." I said and rested my head on his chest.
"After all, it's bad luck to wake a sleeping person, so now you're stuck." I finished and closed my eyes.
10:36 PM
We laid there like that for a good fifteen minutes at least. Fifteen minutes of heaven, I can accurately describe them as.
"You know, we're almost there," he said finally, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Can't hear you. Sleeping," I said, not moving an inch.
"We can sit on the roof of the car and look at the city lights, you know," he said from under me. I opened my eyes and lifted my head.
"Really?" I scrambled off him and stood up on a seat. I opened the sunroof and pushed myself up, sitting on the car. A few seconds later, Shane emerged and sat next to me.
"Wow it's gorgeous..." I said in awe. The lights were shining everywhere and the whole city sparkled. I could see the Opera House and the bridge over in the harbour, the lights glittering off the water like diamonds.
"That's the hotel," he noted, pointing to a large white structure several blocks away.
"That's awesome," I said. Then I realized something. I turned to look at him. He must have caught me looking out of the corner of his eye, because he turned to face me.
"You wasted your own four hours to come get me," I said, rather sheepishly. He smiled.
"I didn't waste them."
!!!!!!!!
Cringe.
I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks," I smiled shyly up at him. I would have been bored out of my mind if I had to go another two hours without having anyone to talk to. Stupid Nate and his elevator troubles. Shane slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer.
HEAVEN I SAY, HEAVEN! Hmm...what sounds better: Mitchie Gray? Mitchie Torres Gray? Mrs. Mitchie Gray?
"Mitchie? I heard him say, quite distantly. I snapped out of my inner-thoughts and turned my head. Before I knew it, his soft lips were pressed up against mine.
10:49 PM
The cold wind stung me as the car raced down the streets. But I didn't care. Nothing could ruin this moment for me.
It was a nice kiss - slow, sweet, soft. I'm sure the colour in my face darkened as soon as he pulled away. I looked down, grinning - all giggly like a school girl. Maybe we were moving just a tad too fast?
10:50 PM
Nah.
10:51 PM
There wasn't even an official 'us' yet.
10:52 PM
Was there?
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worth continuing, and stuff.
Love you all muchly,
Bree.
