Hullo people. =D

This story is dedicated to the following wickedosity people:

Sidra: for being awesome.

Maya: for doing nothing.

Iman: for messing with my keyboard.

And Esmah and Churkey: (perfect couple) for being so dang cute!!

~~Mitchie

"Oh God" I groaned, when had my bike gotten so freaking heavy. Oh yeah, when I added about three tons of wedding supplies to my backpack.

My brother was finally getting married. And since my cousin was conveniently a wedding planner and I was inconveniently working part time for her I had been pushed to do all the carrying and labor and such. Why couldn't they pay people to do this? Beats me.

Cheapos.

My phone started ringing so I stopped the bike and answered it "Hey"

"Ohmygod, Mitchie?"

"Ella?"I asked. "Yes OHMYGOD! I got back last night, and you wanna hang out?"

"Defiantly, lemme call you back later okay?"

I began riding again in slightly higher spirits.

--Shane

Today was a good day to be public. The weather was great and I whistled happily and walked down the sidewalk.

This was a place where not a lot of young people hung out, so I got to walk around freely. Also I had not gotten the movie role! Which was, I suppose a bad thing but I was tired. And as far as I could tell, if they wanted a sparkly romantic, angsty vampire, I wasn't the right man for the job.

I stopped in my tracks. Huh? Sitting in front of me on the sidewalk, was a small velvet covered box. I had been in enough movies to know it was a jewelry box. It was royal blue.

I picked it up and opened it. An exotic ring sat in it. It was beautiful. I looked around , there was an old man picking his nose, a hobo pushing a cart, two kids playing catch and a girl on a bike. The girl had a bag on her back with a red rose bouquet.

Bingo.

~~Mitchie.

"Ah, excuse me" Someone was jogging beside me. Which wouldn't have been possible if I wasn't carrying this luggage.

I stopped pedaling and placed one foot on the ground. "Yes?"

Wowee! In front of me was this hot guy but with these huge shades that covered most of his face.

"Is this yours?" He held out a velvet box and opened it.

The wedding ring!

"Oh crap…I dropped it! Oh my God thanks so much!" I grinned "My brother would have killed me!" My heart was beating so hard from relief, even though I hadn't known it was missing.

He smiled back at me and I took the box from him.

Then there was a flash.

Followed by a thousand flashes.

"Shit" The guy yelled and before I knew it he was on my bike pegs. "Ride!"

"What?" I yelled back at him.

"Ride!"

Let me tell you, that was no easy feat. Along with his added wait it was killing me to push hard, but I did, because it seemed very urgent to get away from the middle aged people with cameras.

"Okay take this corner!"

"This one?" I yelled back at him. It was just a dark alley!

"YES!"

Sheesh! he didn't have to yell.

When we were safely in the alley he jumped off the bike.

"What was that?" I said trying hard to catch my breath.

He mumbled something incoherent, looking over his shoulder.

Then he finally noticed the person who drove his [not so fat] butt over her. "Oh thanks"

I nodded "But why were we running"

He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. "It's a long story"

I hated long stories. "Well then I've got places to go, work to not do" I said. He saluted me, and I rode off and he walked off.

And that was the end of that.

Or not.

~~(Still Mitchie)

I woke up in the morning feeling like I was hungover. Which was weird since I've never actually been hung over. I was 17 (and a half).

Usually after I had rode so much my thighs threatened to burst into flames, and then hung out with my hyper-energetic friend Ella, I got these massive headaches.

So I downed some Advil, changed and was about to head to my aunts office, but as soon as I opened the door…

"Over here!" Someone yelled. And there was a frenzy of flashes.

"Can you answer some questions?!"

Why were these random people on my front lawn yelling at me? I was really freaked out so I rushed back inside and shut the door.

I headed through the house. My brother was asleep on the coach and his huge aviator shades were on the coffee table. I snatched them up and pulled my hood over my head.

I felt like some wanted criminal as I snuck out the back door.

--Shane

Who the hell was calling me at this time in the morning? I rubbed my eyes and sat up. It was Dave, my annoying manager. "What?" I grumbled. "I'm still celebrating" (Celebrating=sleeping.)

"You didn't get the movie role and your celebrating?"

"Uh…"

"Never mind that. I want you to explain this to me!" He yelled really loudly. I held the phone away from my face. What had I done now?

"Explain what?"

"Never mind, I'm coming over in five minutes."

I changed quickly and went downstairs awaiting his arrival.

"SHANE!" He barked when he entered from the kitchen door.

"What?"

"Explain this!" He slapped down a issue of the stupidest tabloid around. Guicy Jossip. The person who named it had probably been drunk.

But besides that, was the cover.

It was me, from yesterday. I was facing a girl. The girl. The girl on the bike. Her brown hair was pulled into a sloppy ponytail and she had one foot on the ground and one on the pedal. Her eyes were wide and she was smiling slightly, with one hand reaching for….

Crap.

She was reaching out for the ring box. The one I was holding out towards her, and it looked like she was accepting a marriage proposal. And of course on the side it said in big blaring letters IS SUPER STAR SHANE GREY FINALLY SETTLING DOWN FOR MYSTERIOUS GIRL? Go to page 2 to find out!

I flipped to page 2 and there were more pictures, of her taking the ring, of me jumping on her bike pegs, of us riding away into the horizon… Oh shit.

"Care to explain?" Dave said.

"I'm not engaged" I said forcibly.

He nodded. "I know your not. So why do they think you are?"

"I saw the ring box on the floor, I picked it up and saw her on the bike and I knew it belonged to her. I handed it to her and she thanked me. Then the paparazzi came and started taking pictures so I jumped on her bike and forced her to ride me out of there" I explained as I paced the floor.

"Look out the window"

I did, and there were around seven paparazzi camping on my lawn, waiting for me to come out.

I groaned. "No good deed left unpunished, eh?"

"So what are you gonna do?"

Before he could stop me I opened the kitchen door. "I'll get back to you on that"

~~Mitchie

I was outside this restaurant, hiding out. What was happening!

My stomach grumbled and I searched in my pockets and pulled out a crumpled fivedollar bill. I sighed and went inside and sat at the counter.

"One cup of coffee please" I told the lady behind the counter she nodded and poured me a cup.

I pulled my sunglasses and hood off. Maybe it was all a mistake.

The guy next to me kept looking at me up till the point where he was inches from my face. I slammed my fist onto the counter and turned my head towards him. "Do you mind?"

It was the guy from yesterday. But now he wasn't wearing his shades so I realized that he wasn't just any guy. He was Shane Grey. Teen heartthrob and the main characters for all the crappy cliché movies I never watched.

"Wow, just when I was about to go combing the cities for you, you arrive! Are you stalking me?"

What the hell? Cheeky brat.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my coffee.

"Can you come with me for a second?"

"Hmm…Why?"

Now he rolled his eyes. "Just come. It's urgent."

It's not like I had anything better to do. "Fine"

I got up, slapped my five dollar bill on the counter, left my coffee hardly touched and followed this stranger out of the store.

He guided me through all the back streets till we were in the really fancy schmancy part of town. You know, where all the celebs lived.

"In here" He said motioning me into a back door. I was in this huge mansion. "Wowee" I said looking around. He ignored me and pulled me into the living room.

"Dave! Look the answer to our problems!"

There was another middle-aged man in there with longish hair, looking extremely perplexed.

He looked over at me. "And how will she solve our problem?"

He shrugged. "Its her problem too"

"What? What's my problem?" I said looking from one to the other.

Dave sighed. "You don't read Guicy Jossip?"

"That crap? No."

He sighed and handed me an issue of one. I looked at the cover and gasped. "Settling down… with mystery girl… ME? Settling down as in MARRYING?" I was starting to hyperventilate. "WHAT?"

Dave grimaced, "Yes and now we need to resolve this problem"

"Yes, and I'm gonna go resolve it." I said walking towards where I believed the front door was.

"What are you gonna do?" Shane Grey asked.

"Tell them what actually happened!"

"Don't you think I've tried that?" Dave said. "But to them Shane Grey getting married makes much better story then Shane Grey helps out random girl"

I groaned. "Why me!? Why me!? Why now?"

I reached into my pocket and turned my phone on. Eleven missed calls. From my friends, my cousin and my brother.

I sat on the coach and groaned again.

"Maybe… we can solve this problem and benefit from it" The creepy Dave guy said. He was probably the manager.

"How?" I said eagerly.

"We fake it, give them what they want! And Shane's fame skyrockets!" He grinned evilly.

"Uh, no. My brother is getting married in like… three weeks. I don't have time to be pretending that I'm getting married too! And what will they say?"

Shane nodded "Yeah Dave. You know how lies multiply and all that?"

Dave rolled his eyes. "Shane, don't object to this. Its good for you. All you have to do is pretend to be in love for like a month. Then you" He pointed at me "Pretend to dump him. Problem solved"

"Yeah except, he" I gestured at Shane "Gets his already huge fan base expanded and what do I get? Another headache. And I don't even know the guy other then what the Barbie's in my school squeal about. How can I pretend to be in love with him?"

That annoying Dave guy (I was really starting to hate him) just smiled and said "You know what they say! Strangers are just friends waiting to happen"

"Yeah," I grumbled. "friends, not fiancés."

"Is there anything we can give you?"

"Bribe me? I don't think so"

Then my traitorous stomach growled.

Shane Grey laughed "How about breakfast?"

"It was your fault I abandoned my coffee." I grumbled. But they knew and I knew.

I had been bought.

-- Shane

"Okay, its show time!" Dave clapped his hand, after we finished breakfast.

The girl was looking nervous and wringing her hands.

"Okay yes. But I'm gonna have to tell my brother and cousin, and friends…. And sister-in-law…"

"Yes, yes" I rolled my eyes. "But it would be a problem if we pretend to be married and I don't even know your name"

She chuckled slightly. "Mitchie"

I nodded. "Okay Mitchie, lets go."

We walked out of the house and were greeted by a fanfare of camera flashes.

And from everywhere people were screaming for my attention. Background music of my life.

I raised my hands and they immediately quieted down.

"Why not we pretend this is a press conference?" Dave said. "Questions?"

I picked on one lady and she pushed her mike at me. "Is it true you are engaged to this girl?"

I looked at her, she looked so scared and fragile. I nodded "Yes" and squeezed her hand for good measure.

"How did you two meet?"

I answered "I gave her something that she dropped and then I just knew, you know?"

"How long have you two been dating?"

She said "three months" at the same time I said "One year"

There was an awkward silence. That was quite a time gap.

Dave saved the day "A year and three months"

"Why did you hide your relationship?"

I did my innocent look, both hands up and a guilty look on my face "I just wanted everything to be perfect"

"Shane! You both are so young! What made you want to propose to a 16 year old girl?"

"I'm seventeen… and a half" The girl, Mitchie said.

The crowd quieted. "I think when two people are in love it doesn't really matter how old they are. And I think its better that we've moved from just girlfriend and boyfriend. Engaged is so much more secure. It makes you not want to ruin anything."

And with that she planted a kiss on my cheek and began walking down the steps alone.

AN: Love it? Hate it? Hit or miss?

Idea for name of tabloid:

Esmah: (writing some play) Ooh Sarah come hear this Juicy Gossip!

Sidra: Who talks like that?

Me: (laughing really hard) HAHA GUICY JOSSIP!!

It was purely accidental but so right =D

Please review!!!

Would it be better if I changed the title to Shit Happens, or something else??