Hellooo my lovely readers, so here it is, the first chapter of the sequel. And it's going to be a long one. I'm sorry that I didn't post sooner it was just I needed rest, I got so worked up over school, my job ,family issues and writing inevitable? That I was only getting like 2-3 hours sleep a night and that was a good night's sleep. So on Saturday I completely crashed and burned and have spent the best part of the last 3 days asleep, or curled up in bed.
As this is a sequel, it'll literally be one chapter at a time whilst things pick up, spread the word and get people reading inevitable and moving on to this one. I'm also currently writing two more fics, so I need 10 reviews per chapter before I post again.
Enjoy my darlings!
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Full summary:
They've been through a hell of a lot to get to where they are today, but 18 months on, has the honeymoon period finally worn off? What happens when her two best friends along with her boyfriend become international music sensations over night, leaving her to get on with her daily life, alone in a new city? With relationships being put to the test and the demand of fame becoming a little too much, things turn from bad to worse for all of the teens.
Tragedy strikes leaving Mitchie and Shane no choice but to grow up and face the consequences of his actions they all thought was long in the past. She's 18, he's nearly 21, in the end will true love conquer all, or was it too good to be true?
Sex, drugs and rocka-by-baby.
MITCHIE POV
A lot can change in the space of eighteen months. Faces change, relationships change, and ambitions change. Change is inevitable, whether it's good or bad, it's what you make of it that matter.
Looking back at the past year and a half of my life, it's safe to say that I wouldn't trade in a single moment for the world. Sure it's had its low points but no one said life was supposed to be a walk in a meadow.
I had reached and achieved several landmarks, which have not only matured me as a person but brought me closer to living the life I was destined to lead. I had finished and graduated high school with surprisingly exceptional grades, reached the big 'year' anniversary with Shane and now, here I am packing the last 18 years of my life into several cardboard boxes. Preparing myself to move to the neighbouring state and start my adult and independent life, the security and dependence of my parents care ripped from under my feet in one swift movement.
Am I scared?
Yes, scared shitless.
But I'm not completely alone, I have Nate. And no. don't start jumping to conclusions, I'm not with Nate, been there, done that and we've both concluded that we were meant to be just friends. The best of.
But yes, I am moving in with Nate to a semi-decent two bedroom apartment in the heart of New York City. We had both enrolled into the same college, Nate studying International Relations and me- Business. It was only expected that Nate would pick the most intellectually demanding course, whereas I chose the more useful option. Apparently his current ambition in life is to become the president. I dont know whether i should be scared or happy at the prospect of having Nate as the most powerful man in the world...
We had both decided that it would be in our best interests to keep everything under wraps until we were in a position of certainty, for the sake of our own sanity. So when we were both accepted into one of the most sought after colleges in New York, we took an unannounced visit to the city, house hunting.
After viewing numerous rat infested, decomposing apartments, we finally struck gold, and when I say gold, I mean gold.
It was amazing; spacious, clean, affordable with one of the most beautiful views of the New York sky line I had ever seen. We exchanged knowing looks with one another, before racing down to the nearest ATM, to withdraw enough money to pay for the deposit. Hasty I know, but it was perfect.
We arrived back home in Wyckoff the following evening, both our parents and siblings under the allusion that we were buying Shanes birthday presents, how wrong they were. I remember vividly the look on their faces when we told them, especially Shane's expression. I know keeping secrets from your boyfriend is bad, but Shane and secrets don't mix, trust me.
"New York!?" he exclaimed, his eyes practically bulging out of his sockets "And you're moving in with him?" he pointed to Nate almost in disgust
We both nodded "Yep."
"But that's miles away! And why New York, why not the local college down the road? And how the hell are you going to afford living in New York friggin City?" That's my Shane, always the pessimist
"Shane I didn't complain half as much when you decided to treck half way across the State to go to college, nor did I guilt trip you... and don't worry about the money, Nate and I have enough for the first couple of months, then your parents and mine are going to take it in turns to pay the rent for the first few months, till we get jobs."
Shane's mouth fell open a little more in protest, yet he couldn't think of anything to say, as much as I love him, he'll never stop me from getting to where I want to get. Just like i'd never stop him.
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But all of that's in the past. I watched as the last box was loaded onto the removal van from my bedroom window, my room now stripped from any indication that I ever existed, my walls once covered in endless posters from bands such as the Jonas Brothers to The All American Rejects, now lay there bare, the light projecting off the beige walls. I inhaled deeply before exiting the room, turning back once more to take one last look, this is it, I'm a grown up.
I practically leapt down the stairs and into Nate's SUV, where he was patiently waiting, Jason and Shane sitting in the back, muttering incoherent sentences to one another.
"Ready to go Mitchy-moo?" Jason piped up from the back. That was new; I had been called a lot of things in the past but Mitchy-moo? I guess it could be worse...
"As ready as I'll ever be"
Nate started the ignition, pulling away from the curb "ROAD TRIPPP!"
I rolled my eyes before repositioning myself in the passenger seat so I could see Jason along with my beautiful boyfriend
"Jason we're not even a minute into our 8 hour drive and you're already excited?"
He nodded enthusiastically as it was Shane's turn to roll his eyes "save me" he mouthed to me, before pouting his lips into the pout he knew I couldn't resist.
He was like my drug, and has been ever since my seventeenth birthday, I just couldn't get enough. The way he would smile in his sleep, or how he would unintentionally flip his hair back when he was concentrating, my knees would go weak, reminding me once more just how in love I was with this guy.
But by no stretch of the imagination have we had the 'perfect' relationship, because we haven't. We've argued probably more than most couples have in the space of a life time, yet every time we overcome it. Whether it was a stupid petty argument over what pizza toppings to have to accusations that we simply were interested in pursuing our relationship anymore, eventually the one who had over reacted, see's sense and apologises.
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"Can we play I spy, pleaseeee"
"Jason, c'mon aren't you tired we've been on the road 4 hours already?" Shane asked in hope
"Nope, not even one tinsy weensy bit, I'm like super awake y'know, I don't know why but because I was really tired before I started eating all this candy..."
I interrupted his hyperactive rambling "You didn't did you?" I shot a glare at Shane as he looked at me blankly "You know how hyper Jason gets if he has even one bit of candy!" I looked towards the pile of empty wrappers resting in his lap "And by the looks of it, he's ate at least 20 candy bars! Do you realise how painful the next few hours are going to be?"
Hyperactive Jason +Confined space= torture to our sanity.
"Fuck" Shane muttered. Yes Shane, fuck indeed.
"Soooo" Jason dragged the word on as he attempted to bat his eyelids "Can we play?"
I mentally prepared myself for the most excruciatingly painful car journey of my life, and there was no escaping it.
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Kill me now. Please. God strike me down. If I have to endure one more round of eye spy from Jason where the answer is car, I will actually open the car window, unbuckle myself and throw myself onto the highway.
"Jason can we stop I Spy now, it's getting ridiculously tedious" Nate interrupted
Jason's expression fell into a frown for a second as he wondered what on earth we could play next, please god, let him want to play dead fishes. Please.
"NUMBER PLATE GAME"
I groaned, turning my head towards the back seat to see Shane fast asleep, lucky bastard. "Okay and how do you play that Jay?"
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I breathed out a huge sigh of relief as I pushed open the door to the pristine apartment, it was over, Jason was now sound asleep on the back seat as he recovered from his sugar hangover. Ah, sleep, now that sounds good.
I dropped one of my many boxes on the floor by the door, picking up various letters and leaflets which had dropped through the door during the past few weeks. I quickly flipped through the pile, taking note that most of them were addressed to the previous tenant and separated the junk mail from the take away menus- they would certainly come in handy whilst we're unpacking.
I was about to throw the whole pile in the rubbish when my gaze fixed upon a luminous green leaflet advertising a battle of the bands contest in a club not far from here.
Nate came up from behind me grabbing the leaflet out of my hands "What's this?" he asked before giving it a decent look "Woah $1000 prize! That's insane"
"Its tomorrow" I added "I think you guys should go for it, I haven't heard you play in ages"
Shane entered the apartment for the first time, struggling to carry the three boxes he had decided to pick, trust Shane- always trying to look like the macho man "What are you guys rambling on about?" he asked curiously
"Battle of the bands contest that's on tomorrow, $1000 up for grabs" I stated simply
"Are you serious?" his eyes widened "We so have to enter Nate imagine that! $1000 split between three that's like....A lot of money!"
"Do you really think we stand a chance?" Nate asked cynically "I mean the biggest audience we've played for was at that local gig a few months back, these guys must be like pros"
"It's worth a shot! C'mon I think it'd be great, you never know what might happen" I pouted, well at least I attempted to, at the boys hoping my art of persuasion was up to scratch. In all honesty I loved it when the boys all got together and played, it was clear to anyone and everyone just how much they loved their music, and maybe this little meaningless contest may boost their confidence a tad.
Nate threw up his hands in defeat "You know what? I'm in, as long as Jason's gone cold turkey by the morning"
My face broke out in a wide grin, one down one more to go. I walked towards Shane, wrapping my arms around his built frame as I looked up, his gaze meeting mine. I got up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his softly before pulling back a couple of centimetres "Say yes" I said quietly against his lips, not caring that Nate was still in the room, probably vomiting in a plant pot or something.
He closed his eyes momentarily before looking at me again "Okay, on one condition" I pulled away a bit more, raising an eyebrow
"And what's that Mr Grey?"
"That you act like one of those insane infatuated groupies who loves the front man"
"Sure" I agreed "I'm sure Nate would love me swooning over him all night." I winked at Nate, causing him to blush slightly
"Err no, totally not what I was getting at...OI! I thought I was the front man"
It was Nate's turn to step in on this little wind up session "Sorry to break it to you Shane, but conventionally the most attractive and talented person is the front man...and well you, you just don't make the cut"
I couldn't help but let a small laugh pass my lips; his expression was priceless "You don't mean that!"
"Oh but Shane, we do. You're really losing your looks, have you ever considered make-up or cosmetic surgery" I kept my expression straight as the words left my lips, he looked at me as if I had just killed a puppy
He started pacing the empty living room "Oh my god, I knew it, I knew it. I told mom that I was aging badly, oh my god I'm going to go grey, my life is over" he became hysterical as Nate and I looked at each other completely shocked.
He was actually believing all of this. My god was he gullible
"Shane" I walked over to him putting my hands on his shoulders, stopping him from pacing "Shane!" I repeated
He put a hand across his face "Don't look at me, I'm hideous" his voice muffled through his hand
"Shane, we were joking." I took hold of his hand and removed it from his handsome face "Look at me" he reluctantly drew his eyes to mine "You're not ugly, and you'll always be my front man"
He hesitantly smiled "Are you sure? Because I've never really been against cosmetic surgery..."
"Shane, seriously! You don't need it, I love you just the way you are" his smile grew wider as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of my nose
"And you're sure its not pity love?"
"Shane!" I raised my voice slightly, now getting irritated "Honestly, you're so freaking hot, sometimes I wonder how on earth I manage to keep my self control"
He winked seductively, "Is that so? Who said you need self control..."
"GUYS I'M STILL IN THE ROOM HERE!" Nate exclaimed, his face bright red
"And?" we both said simultaneously
"I don't want to know about your private lives...especially your sex life" he cringed at the last two words
"You mean nonexistent sex lives" I corrected. Yep that's right, I'm sticking to my morals, well for the time being anyway. I thought it wouldn't be that difficult, but trust me, seeing a near enough naked Shane prance around your room in boxers, doesn't leave much to the imagination.
"Either way I don't want to know!"
"Okay, okay, let's start unpacking before it gets dark"
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NATE POV
I slumped back on the sofa, as we unanimously decided we had done enough unpacking for this evening. Both our rooms had beds and the essentials and we had successfully hooked up the TV and the microwave.
"I think one of us should go and wake up Jason, he's been out there for like 3 hours" Mitchie suggested
I grunted, dragging myself back off the sofa "I'll go get him"
I opened the back passenger door to see Jason sprawled out, mouth open wide, his hair sticking up in various directions
"Jason wake up" I whisper shouted. Nothing.
"Jason" I said a little bit louder. Still nothing
"JASON" I raised my voice, shaking him slightly. NOTHING.
What the hell?! I grab hold on his legs, pulling him out of the car and into the pavement, when he just began stirring "Jason, dude wake the hell up!"
His eyes shot open "Morning!"
"More like evening"
"How long have I been out?" he asked, rubbing his eyes
"About 3 odd hours"
I led him upstairs, explaining the battle of the bands competition taking place tomorrow; it was safe to say he was more than psyched. As we entered the apartment I heard him shout
"C'MON GUYS WE'VE GOT A SHOW TO WIN"
Oh my god guys, you have no idea how long this took to write, I fell asleep like twice! SO that's chapter 1, its was pretty shit wasn't it? Sorry if it was a bit boring, you can't just jump head first into the drama!
SPOILERS:
What'll happen at the battle of the bands?
The boys get some life changing news
And so it begins...