A/N: Clap your hands everyone, because I started a new story! This is my first multi-chapter only Smitchie story. Oh also, I have nothing against Camilla/Camille (After a billion times of hearing her name and a thousand other clarifications, I still don't know her first name) Belle. But I still rather have Joe date someone else. *cough Demi cough* I don't want to get reported and get this story deleted for using real people so if her name is Camille, tell me so I can change it! Also, just to let you know, this story has been rewritten four times, looked over over ten times, and took my a little over a month to finally 'perfect' it. I hope you guys like it! BTW, this is just sad in the beginning. It'll get happier!

1. A Broken Promise

"Shane, Mitchie, over here!" the paparazzi yelled. Mitchie and Shane turned and smiled for the flashing cameras before walking off. Shane wrapped his arm protectively around Mitchie's waist, and Mitchie snuggled into his body, loving his support. "It's America's Sweetest Couple!" the same paparazzi laughed, continuing to take pictures of them as they proceeded to leave. Because that was who they were, and that was what America referred them to. America's Sweetest Couple.

Shane gave Mitchie a surprise passionate kiss on the lips. The paparazzi flashed their cameras wildly at them, trying to get as many pictures of the two as possible. Shane smirked at the all of the paparazzi. "Be jealous my friends because I have the best girlfriend this world has to offer." He said. Mitchie turned red, and she giggled, feeling giddy and flattered. Shane smiled down at her and led her to his car.

"You really think that that I'm the best girlfriend ever?" Mitchie asked. Shane looked at her sincerely. He placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Of course I do, Mitchie. I love you."

Mitchie fidgeted with her guitar, snapping out of her thoughts. She cringed at the memory and began to strum her guitar, trying to let the music take over her mind and drive the unwanted thoughts out. She just couldn't find the right tune, the right melody, the right rhythm that was powerful enough to take him out of her mind. She was doomed with the repetitive happy memories of him.

Mitchie sighed and placed her guitar to the side. She walked over to her piano and pressed on the keys. Maybe she just needed a different kind of sound to take her mind off of him. Yeah, just a different instrument will do the trick. She began to play a made-up melody but frowned to hear that she changed the song into one that she didn't want to hear.

Shane's head rested on Mitchie's lap as she fed him grapes on a sunny afternoon. They sat in Shane's insanely huge backyard, enjoying the heat they would feel on their skin, and smiling to the chirps of the birds passing by. "You know, we've been dating for a long time, and now that I think of it, we don't really have a song." Mitchie said, feeding him another grape.

"That's insulting, Mitchie! You're telling your amazingly hot songwriter-slash-rockstar of a boyfriend that he didn't write a song to you?! I've dedicated a whole album to you for God's sake!" Shane said. Mitchie laughed and rubbed his shoulders, easing him down.

"I know, and that's really sweet of you, but I mean that we don't have a song to call our own. A song that will always remind me of you and the other way around. Not a song that you wrote for me, or a song that I wrote for you. A song that…is perfect enough to explain us." Mitchie said, running her fingers through Shane's perfect jet-black hair. Shane sat straight up and pulled Mitchie into a one-armed hug.

"Why not that song that we sang at the Final Jam a couple years ago?" he asked.

"You mean…This is Me and I Gotta Find You?" Mitchie asked, surprised. Shane nodded.

"It's the song that made me go crazy for a whole month and a half, if you forgot." Shane said, raising an eyebrow. "It explains us. You wanted to be known, you wanted to shine, and at the same time, you wanted to let me know who you are. I was looking for you, and with that song I found you." Mitchie smiled and wrapped her arms around Shane's neck.

"Then that is officially our song." She said softly before placing a sweet kiss on Shane's lips.

"Ugh!" she groaned, slamming her hands on the keys, making a horrible sound. She stomped away from her music room and walked angrily towards her room. Mitchie slammed her door and locked herself in, turning the TV on. She flipped through the channels, trying her best to find something joyful, relieving. She frowned to see what channel she landed on.

"Shane Gray speaks to us about his rumored relationship with famous actress, Camille Bells!" the host from E! news said. Mitchie grimaced, mentally telling herself to change the channel. "So Shane, is it true? Are you dating the gorgeous award-winning actress?" the host asked, looking eager and ready to announce his answer to the world.

Mitchie's angry look softened as she looked at him. She grabbed the closest pillow and began to squeeze the life out of it, wishing that it was Shane's big head instead. The way he looked...he was gorgeous. The way his hair swooshed every time he would say something, the way his eyes sparkled when he was nervous, the way his hands would never stop moving because of his hyper attitude. Mitchie missed it all…

She shook her head, throwing the pillow against the wall. She glared at the TV. She wanted to change the channel – and the remote was right there. But as she reached out for it, she just couldn't grab it. "Well," Shane said, sounding normal but looking annoyed. Mitchie froze, and her eyes flickered back onto the fifty inch plasma screen. A cheering noise came from the audience as they tried to get Shane to spill it out. "Stuff like that is really personal. Camille is a wonderful person. I've never met any girl like her. My love life is none of your business or anyone else's though."

Mitchie scoffed and rolled her eyes. He was still the same. He was still that arrogant jerk who tries his best to act nice in front of the camera – but fails miserably. Mitchie finally gained enough willpower to change the channel. Her mind drifted off from the shows being shown on the screen and returned back to her 'happy old days' land. She scowled, hating every time she took a trip down memory lane. She buried her face on the bed sheets and groaned.

"Shane Gray speaks to us about his rumored, but more like obvious, relationship with the famous singer, Mitchie Torres!" the same host from E! news announced. Mitchie jumped at the sound of her name. She turned the volume on her TV louder and smiled at the sight of Shane and the host sitting face-to-face with each other. "So Shane, is it true? Are you dating the beautiful pop/rock singer?" she asked. Shane laughed and his eyes sparkled.

"Well, usually I would keep my relationships a secret, but this one I rather not. Mitchie is, for a fact, my girlfriend." Shane announced. The crowd screamed and cheered excitedly. Shane laughed again, the sparkle in his eyes fading. Instead they stood out twinkling, lighting up the darkness in between them. "And the only reason why I'm saying that is because I want to say that Mitchie Torres is off the market, guys! She's with me!" Shane said.

The host laughed. "You sound a bit possessive." She said, nudging Shane playfully. Shane smirked and shrugged.

"Hey, what could I say? I love Mitchie so much, and I don't mind telling the world how lucky I am to have her." He said, almost sounding shy. A long 'aw' came from the audience. Shane looked straight into the camera. "I love you, Mitchie, and I'm going to marry you someday! That's a promise!" The audience went crazy with cheers. Mitchie blushed and bit her lip as she continued to watch the interview. She just couldn't get the hot red feeling from her cheeks to go away.

"Shane Gray, I love you too." She said to the TV.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Mitchie yelled, tempted to throw the remote at the expensive television. She sighed in frustration and turned the TV off. "I need a bath." She muttered, stomping towards her bathroom. She locked the door and turned her bath on, waiting for it to fill up.

She turned her shower radio on before she undressed herself. She wrapped her bathrobe around her as she adjusted the radio station. She rolled her eyes once she heard one specific song. Mitchie wanted to throw the radio into the bubbling bathtub and watch it overcharge with electricity. She calmed herself down and reached out to the dial to change the radio station again. But of course, she couldn't.

"Mitchie, I have a surprise for you." Shane whispered behind Mitchie. Mitchie smiled widely, feeling excited. Shane covered her eyes and led her towards a place. "Okay, you have to be really cooperative." He whispered as he dragged her towards a specific place. They finally stopped. "Oh, one more thing, Mitchie." Shane said.

"What?" Mitchie asked.

"Pretend that you're a screaming fan girl who's at a Connect 3 concert." Shane answered.

"Huh?"

Shane uncovered Mitchie's eyes, and she gasped at the sight. She smiled to see a small stage, Nate with a guitar at his hand and in front of the microphone, and Jason with another guitar in his hands, also in front of the microphone.

Shane smirked at Mitchie and hopped on stage, grabbing the center microphone in front of him. "And this newly written song is especially dedicated to the lovely lady in the front row." Shane said, winking at her. Mitchie couldn't stop smiling. Her face started to hurt from grinning too much, but she could care less.

"There's only one way to say those three words for you…I love you."

"What kind of station is this? This is the oldest song I've ever heard." Mitchie mumbled, finally turning the dial towards the next station. She took a step back and felt something wet. She widened her eyes and spun around to see that the bathtub was overfilled with water. "Oh crap!" she squealed, running towards it and turning the running water off. Mitchie groaned to see the mess she made. "Stupid Shane Gray's stupid song and his stupid beautiful voice distracting me." Mitchie mumbled as she pulled out the plug so that some of the water would drain.

She felt tears brimming around the edges of her eyes as that song replayed over and over again in her head. Mitchie quickly rubbed her eyes, telling herself over and over not to cry. She took off her bathrobe and put on a fake smile, slipping into the bathtub, trying to forget all of her memories. But how could she forget when they're the only things that she has?

Mitchie sighed and rested her head against the cold edge of the tub, letting the water whoosh around her. She felt her stomach twisting and churning in the most unpleasant way as the worst memory popped into her head. She felt like she wanted to scream as it wouldn't get out of her mind. Mitchie wanted to slap herself, thinking that it was pointless to waste precious thoughts over a man who just ended up hurting her.

"W-why did you do that?" Mitchie asked, her voice trembling, her eyes tearing, realizing that everything she has ever believed was a complete lie. Shane rubbed his head and didn't answer. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on the ground as Mitchie stared at him, so sad, so heartbroken. "Can't you hear me?! I said, why did you do that to me?!" Mitchie yelled, tears pouring really quickly down her eyes. Shane still didn't say a word. "Fine then, I'm going." Mitchie scoffed, rolling her tear filled eyes. She reached out for the door, but Shane stopped her, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly.

"I'm sorry! It meant nothing! That was a huge mistake, and it will never happen ever again! I'm so, so, so sorry, baby." Mitchie tried to tug away from Shane's grasp, but he was just too strong for her to even move. Mitchie let out a sob but tried her best to keep it quiet. She continued to attempt to squirm her way out, but she ended up failing.

"Let me go!" Mitchie demanded, slapping his hands away. Instead, Shane pulled her even closer against him.

"Don't leave me." He begged.

"You should have thought about that before you decided do sleep with another girl, Shane." Mitchie said darkly. Shane's heart dropped. He let go of Mitchie slowly and she quickly walked out of his arms. Before she turned the doorknob, she took one last look of Shane. "I can't believe that I love you." She said to him before running off.

Mitchie ended up sobbing inside of the bathtub. She hugged her exposed legs and stared at the clear water ahead of her. Her salty tears mixed in with the sizzling water while her cries echoed throughout her house. She wanted to drown herself for a moment. She wanted to not live, just be a spirit flying through the air. At least if she was a spirit, then she wouldn't feel this heartrending pain. But Mitchie decided against it. She took a deep breath, mentally telling herself to be strong and to not shed another tear for Shane Gray.

She failed miserably and ended up crying again.

"Oh, shut the hell up, Jason!" Shane yelled furiously, throwing a pillow at his band member as hard as he could. Jason ducked right in time, and Shane ended up knocking over the lamp. Shane rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration. "Great, now I have to pay for that! Just great!" he said sarcastically before stomping into his suite and murmuring curse words under his breath.

"Dude, what happened in here?" Nate asked as he stepped into the room, eyeing at the pieces of broken glass that used to be the lamp. He gave Jason a look. "What did you do?" he asked sternly, folding his arms across his chest. Jason held his hands up in defense, backing away from the scene of the crime.

"I did nothing. It was Shane's fault. He's the one he threw the pillow and knocked over the lamp." Jason quickly said, not wanting to get in trouble with Nate. Nate sighed and rolled his eyes. He left the room again and headed over next door to Shane's suite. He didn't bother knocking since Shane would definitely not let him in if he did. Nate opened the door with the pass key and slipped inside to find Shane staring angrily up at the ceiling as he lay down on the bed.

"So what's up with the anger management issues again? I thought we passed getting physical." Nate said, leaning against the wall near the doorframe as he folded his arms across his chest. Shane grunted and turned to face the wall opposite where Nate was. Nate sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Listen, if you're mad or annoyed, please don't take it out on Jason. He's done nothing wrong to you, and he's like our brother. I know he's going to feel really guilty on the tour bus tonight, wondering what he did to upset you."

"Nate, just go. I need to be alone." Shane muttered as he gripped onto the bed sheets around tightly. He was not going to let himself feel guilt. Shane learned that escaping emotions did him best. Though to his utter dismay, anger and annoyance always seemed to seep right back into his brain.

"God, Shane, you're making me feel like I'm a dad of the two of you. You're twenty-three years old, and you're being really immature. Honestly, what did Jason do to make you mad this time?" Nate asked, obviously fed up with all of this. He stared dejectedly at Shane, hoping that he wouldn't ignore him this time.

"He started singing." Shane mumbled. Nate rolled his eyes.

"Oh, my God, Jason sang a song! Big whoop! God, Shane–"

"He didn't just sing any song, he sang the song!" Shane yelled, interrupting Nate. Nate closed his mouth and looked down at the carpet, not knowing how to solve this problem anymore. Instead of attempting to make Shane and Jason buddies again, Nate walked out of Shane's suite and back to his and Jason's. He knew that he couldn't do anything about it this time. Nate sighed and sat down next to Jason in front of the beds.

"You really should stop singing This is Me when Shane's around. You know that he's still not over her, even if he's dating Camille." Nate said quietly to Jason, somewhat worried that Shane could hear him through the walls. Jason nodded sadly, agreeing that his friend wasn't over his ex, even if three years has passed. Nate rubbed his head and closed his eyes. "She was the only one who could keep his temper down. The only one who could stop him from snapping at someone."

"She's the only one I knew who got Shane to act nice. I don't think that even his parents could make him act that kind. If you think about it, she was the only one who could make him smile. The only one who truly made him…happy." Jason said, staring at his shoes. "I miss her." He sighed. "She was the only one who didn't make fun of me because I like birds." Nate smiled.

"She was the only one who understood why I'm so uptight and bossy all the time and didn't judge me – or any of us. We need her. Shane needs her. I don't think I've ever seen him so in love of all the years I've known him." Nate said, his voice growing softer and softer with each word.

"But Shane just had to 'accidentally' cheat on her." Jason said, shaking his head. "I felt so bad for her when I found out. She was crying hysterically and looked like she wasn't going to stop for days. I swear, I think she would have made a lake by the time she stopped crying." Jason said. He and Nate frowned at the memory.

"It may seem like Shane hurt her more; but really, it was Shane who ended up receiving the worst pain at the end." Nate said. Jason looked at him, confused. "Shane loved her with every single atom in his body. He would buy her the Pacific Ocean if that's what she wanted. She changed him for the better and made him so happy in ways that no one else could ever do. She gave Shane love, a love that he's never felt in his life. But then he messed things up and lost her. You and I both know how torn apart Shane was when she left and practically disappeared from the surface of the Earth."

"Please don't remind me. Shane actually cried for God's sake. He didn't cry as much as she did, but still, he actually was tearing up!" Jason said. He sighed. "I wish that they would just get back together. Then Shane wouldn't blow up on every person he would see, and life for all of us would be so much easier. And I could finally have someone to talk about my birdhouses with. Did you know that Camille treated me like I was seven when I told her that I liked birds? At least she doesn't make fun of me." Nate smiled again and shook his head.

"Were you talking about Mitchie?" a voice piped up. Nate and Jason turned their heads and found Shane, standing at the doorway with an emotionless look on his face. Nate and Jason looked at him, alarmed, not knowing what Shane will yell out next. Instead of snapping at them, Shane rolled his eyes and sat on the bed. "Please, it's not like I break down every moment I hear the name 'Mitchie'. I do have a girlfriend." He said pointedly. Shane felt like that last sentence tasted like poison on his tongue. He slightly cringed, hating when he uses the word 'girlfriend' without the name 'Mitchie' in it.

"You almost killed me with a pillow when I sung This is Me." Jason said matter-of-factly. Shane frowned and balled his hands into fists.

"That's different." He muttered.

"How much of that did you hear?" Nate asked worriedly.

"Enough." Shane said.

The three were quiet for a moment. Nate and Jason continued to look down, not wanting to see the anger in Shane's eyes if they looked up. Shane just sat there, glaring at them. "So this concert is the end of our tour, right?" Shane asked, breaking the awkward silence around them.

"Yes, it's in Dallas, Texas." Nate clarified, picking up his Blackberry to check out the full schedule. "After that concert, we'll have about a little less than a month to relax and take a vacation. Then we'll go back to California to sing more of the lame songs the record company wants us to sing." Nate said, rolling his eyes at the end.

Shane sighed and tapped his fingers lightly on the bed. "Do you think that I'll run into her while we're there? I mean, that is where she used to live, right?" Shane asked. Nate and Jason looked at each other, so surprised at the strong amount of hope in Shane's voice. Nate cleared his throat and gave Shane a small smile.

"Maybe." He said.

"Oh, my gosh! I haven't been in Dallas in ages!" Mitchie squealed as she looked around her hometown through the large window in front of her. Shane laughed and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, pulling her closer next to him. Mitchie giggled and kissed his cheek, making him blush.

"I knew you were going to love taking our vacation here. I called your parents, and they said that they'll visit us in the weekend." Shane said, nuzzling his face in Mitchie's hair. "This means that we get this nice hotel all to ourselves until this weekend." He whispered. Mitchie giggled again and pushed him away.

"Nuh-uh-uh. Until I get married, we're not doing anything." Mitchie clarified. Shane snorted.

"I know that. You remind me everyday, baby. What I mean though is that I get to do this." He said, scooping Mitchie up and throwing her up in the air as if she was like a baby. He twirled her around in circles, throwing her up in the air and catching her while she screams, amused. It was like she was flying in the clouds and Shane was her soft pillow to land on.

"Ah! Shane, put me down!" Mitchie laughed. Shane did so and dropped her on the bed. He then attacked her by tickling her sides. Mitchie laughed so hard that her face began to turn red. "S-Shane! S-stop t-tickling me!" she begged, having a hard time to breathe. Shane laughed and kissed her lips.

"Make me." He dared, giving her a mischievous smile.

"Oh, I will so make you." Mitchie said, pushing Shane away and jumping on his back. Shane laughed and gave her a piggy-back ride around the room. Mitchie giggled and ruffled his hair, knowing that it would get him annoyed if she – or anyone – touched his hair.

"Hey! Don't touch the Shane Gray hair! It's priceless!" Shane said, shaking his head. Mitchie laughed and kissed his cheek before hopping off of him. Shane turned around to face her. He leaned in to kiss her, but Mitchie moved out of the way around him. She giggled to herself while Shane pouted at her. Mitchie stuck her tongue out at him and walked back over to the window. Shane sighed, knowing that he won't get his way right now. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist again, standing the position they just were.

"Hey, look! It's the church that my parents got married in!" Mitchie said excitedly, pointing at the small but beautiful church in the corner of their eyes. Shane smiled and nodded his head. "You know, I always dreamed of getting married there." Mitchie sighed.

"Then we will get married in there." Shane said. Mitchie laughed and faced him. She raised an eyebrow and folded her arms across her chest.

"Are you saying that you're going to ask me to marry you?" she asked.

"I will when we're older but not now. But I promise you that when that time comes, you'll be walking down the same aisle your mom did, and I'll be standing on the same spot where your dad was." Shane said. Mitchie smiled up and him as she blushed immensely.

"Promise?" she asked.

"I promise." Shane whispered. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips.