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~Fruitsmiles==

Feel the Pressure

[Chapter Two- What The Hell]

I cleaned up the best I could manage and walked out of the tour bus in to a crowd of swarming fans. I didn't even bother smiling. I let my bodyguard, Max, push us through to the hotel. As I settled in to the hotel I questioned "Yo, Mike, what city we in?" He scoffed at me. "Listen, popstar, you wanna keep up this bad boy act, we'll cancel the entire tour. I don't have a problem with it. I don't need this again. Get your act together. Nate and Jason are joining us for the rest of the leg. If you wanna continue this bad boy act, I sure as hell know Nate won't put up with it. Jason would be glad to rejoin his wife back home. I, on the other hand, will never let you live it down. So you figure out what city we're in. You gotta be back here at four for an interview and costume check. If you're not, I'm canceling." Mike stalked out of the room. "Screw you!" I hollered.

My phone buzzed, I answered immediately, "Mitch" I said softly, "Don't call me that Shane. Look, we need to talk, but not over the phone. Where are you?" Where am I? REALLY? "Good question Mitchie. I honestly don't know. Mike just cussed me out for not knowing." I heard her chuckle on the other end- oh, that laugh. "I guess I should just call Mike then. I'll see you around, Shane." "Wait, Mitch, why are—" Once again, I wasn't allowed to finish. No point in calling back; she won't answer. She never does.

I decided to take Mike's advice so I walked around the city; taking the back way out of the hotel. Despite my lame cover-up, the papz still found me and didn't hesitate in swarming me. "Shane, are you and Mitchie back together?" "Is it true you're changing back to the old Shane?" "Have you found a new girlfriend?" "Will the rest of Connect Three join you on tour?" I sighed, "Mitchie and I aren't back together, I'm not changing back to the old Shane. And no, I'm perfectly single, and happy. And I am unsure of the rest of my band joining me." They immediately backed off once they got their answers. I walked a few feet in front of me and stopped. In front of me was Times Square. Damn, I feel like a bastard. "New York." I stated.

I was back at the hotel by three. Mike smiled at me, "Bravo" He pointed towards the TV, "Watch." He tossed the remote at me. I pressed play. "Shane Gray: Happy without Mitchie Torres in his life? Earlier in upstate New York, Shane answered the paparazzi's questions, and even said he didn't know if the rest of the band would join him. He obviously is changing his ways; taking all the fame for himself." I shut the TV off. "DAMNIT!" I shouted. "Bro, this is what ya get." Mike said truthfully. "Yeah, I know!" My chest bubbled with anger. I ran my hands through my hair, now a soft spiked cut; far different from my lock of curls. A knock was at the door. "Tell 'em to go away." Mike answered the door, "I'm not so sure you'd want that." He said softly, leaving the room. "Who the hell is—"

I turned to see the most beautiful woman in the world in front of me.

"May I come in?" She asked so sweetly. I smiled and nodded. I didn't have words. She was wearing a long black coat but underneath I could see a twinkle of a long white tee with writing and her ripped jeans. Her feet modeled her high black heels so perfectly. Her hair was a mixture of blonde and brown. She was so different, yet so much the same.

"Shane," She said, stepping forward, "We need to talk." I sighed. She was already taking my breath from me. "Here, take your coat off, stay awhile." I offered. She obliged and took her coat off, placing it on the bed. She leaned down to take off her heels, I did my best to not observe her body, but I couldn't resist. She tossed her heels off to the side. "I am afraid our break up has affected you more than I thought it would." She blurted without hesitation, so much more calm than she'd been talking to me on the phone.

"I want so bad to be rude and lie to you, Mitchie. But I can't lie to you. It's tore me apart. I don't know what to do. I love you." My chest rumbled in adrenaline, a few tears etching towards my eyes. I held them in. "Shane, I thought that walking away from Hollywood and all it has to offer was the best thing for me; for us. At MIT I have the greatest time learning but I miss you so much. I want you and me to make things work." I stepped forward, pulling her waist closer to me. "Is there a way you can take courses and still tour?" She smiled, "I've worked something out."

I smiled big, brushing her long hair out of her eyes, "I'm not letting you go again." I pulled her in closer. She pecked my cheek, "Don't ever." I embraced her tightly, "I've missed you so much." She spoke softly, so angelically, "I've missed you too." I replied as she pulled away from the embrace, "I'm very sorry about what I did. I truly thought it was the best." She shrugged, "I guess it's true that you really don't know what it's like to be without someone until you really are."

I nodded in agreement, "I hope you can forgive me." Her eyebrows drew up in confusion, "For?" I stepped closer to her, "For being such a jerk" She shook her head, "I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to." I nodded, "I suppose you are right." The thought of my interview reoccurred in my mind, "Shoot, I have an interview at four." I explained, "If they see us together they might make another story and-" Mitchie interrupted, "Shane, Mike made that up for me. And why would it be an issue if they saw us together?" Mitchie questioned defensively. I stuttered, "Well, uh, I just didn't know if you would want them questioning more than they already were." I didn't want her to assume the worst. "Shane," She spoke softly, reaching for my hands, "I don't care what they say about us. I love you and that's all that matters."

Mitchie's words calmed my heart to ease, they made me relax and breathe normally. "Thank-you Mitch. Really." I reached towards her, bringing her close to me, and I leaned in to kiss her ever so lightly. When I pulled away; she slapped me.

What. The. Hell.

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~Fruitsmiles