I'm Back! Hope you all like this chapter; I really think I had to let you guys rest from "flashbacks", because I will bomb you with them in the next chapters.

"Learn to Let Go"

Nate and Jason looked at the now silent Shane as he laid on the couch with the earphones of his iPod, feeling not the slightest remorse about yelling at Mitchie just minutes before.

"What are we gonna do? They won't stop fighting and it's not even the opening concert yet!" Nate asked Jason with desperation.

His band mate shrugged his shoulders "Dude, what do I know?"

Nate rolled his eyes and walked off, leaving Jason alone, looking at Shane shamefully.

After a while Shane returned him the look; Jason was pretty creepy when he wanted to be. "What?" he asked him.

"Do you need a hug?" he asked back, with a sympathetic smile. He wouldn't wait for his answer and just held him really tightly inside his arms "feel better?"

He shook his head, trying to push him away "please, I need air!"

Jason finally backed off, giving him a hurt look "I'm sure Mitchie will appreciate my efforts to make her feel better" he announced with disdain and left: in the same direction Mitchie had gone minutes before.

Shane watched Jason leaving, really confused. Since when had Jason become "Doctor Love"? And since when he had started offering Mitchie to help her "feel better"? He pictured Jason giving Mitchie one of those breath-taking (not in the good way) hugs and felt jealousy rising up his chest.

He stood up quickly to run after Jason, but stopped once he remembered he had no businesses with Mitchie anymore and, as he had told him off just seconds ago, either with Jason. And anyway, he didn't have to be jealous; Jason and Mitchie? Please, that wouldn't happen in a million years!

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"Mitchie?" Jason poked his head slowly into the door of the girl's private tour bus; he knew she was there, because he could hear her sobbing inside.

"Yes, Jason?" The girl that was in her bunk showed her face to Jason; he walked slowly inside, as she had allowed him too, and took a seat in a bunk in front of her and cleaned her tears with his hand.

"I'm sorry for Shane shouting at you earlier" he apologized, looking down "I just thought I had to support Nate and…"

"It's ok" Mitchie interrupted him "I shouldn't have let his comment bug me… I mean, I've known for a while that he hates me"

"Shane doesn't…" Jason started, but then bit his tongue "well, maybe he does hate you, but just a little bit."

Mitchie let out a bitter laugh "You really are good at making people feel better."

"Yeah, right?" he stated with pride, he hadn't noticed Mitchie's ironical tone "I told Shane you WOULD appreciate my efforts!"

She laughed again

"Well, one last hug and I'll leave you to sleep; we got that press conference tomorrow…" Jason stated, happy that he had managed Mitchie to laugh. He gave her a friendly hug and left the tour bus.

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"Mitchie, Shane; over here!" the paparazzi kept on shouting as they had to fake smiles for the pictures they took of them.

"Nate, how's life with the love birds? Don't they make you feel a little abandoned now they spend so much time together?" a journalist asked. Shane and Mitchie turned to look at him as he seemed to be debating in his mind.

"Well, not really" he responded after a while "they're not all over each other all the time"

The crowd of paparazzi and interviewers laughed at his statement "well, that's a relief! You're both very young!"

"… and immature in some cases." Shane whispered, to make sure only Mitchie would hear, while they faked laughs and nodded.

Mitchie didn't respond to him. She had decided to act more lady-like and let him feel as bitter as he wanted; she wouldn't let him carry her on.

"So, Mitchie, how much did Shane influence your songs? We see that most of the tunes in your CD are actually love songs…"

"Oh" Mitchie struggled to find an answer "well… you know, in some moment, finding Shane was like a dream come true. I mean, who doesn't fantasize about a celebrity crush?"

Shane, who had been looking straight at her and paying attention to every word she said, felt slightly weird at listening to her calling him a "celebrity crush". He passed an arm over her shoulder and added "She's the sweetest thing, right?"

With a general "aw!" of the presents, the photographers started flashing pictures of the cute couple hugging.

"So, a "celebrity crush", huh?" Shane asked in Mitchie's ear, with anger. She looked up at him taken aback.

"What did you want me to say?" she asked back at him, in a whisper.

"It doesn't matter" he retorted, even angrier than a second before and took his arm off her shoulders; he left the table, excusing himself.

He couldn't believe Mitchie was such a cold-hearted bitch! Was it really ALL he had meant for her? She was happier she had hooked up with one of her favorite band's singer, than she was of having met the REAL Shane Gray?

"Where are you going Shane?" some paparazzi followed him.

"I'm a little tired" he responded to them before shutting the tour bus door on their cameras. He dropped himself in his bunk and closed his eyes.

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"WHAT DID YOU MEAN BACK THERE?" Half an hour later, Mitchie crashed inside the bus, waking him up.

"What?" he asked, rubbing his eyes "Mitchie, listen, this is the first time I sleep in weeks; whatever you want to discuss, I'm sure can wait…"

"No!" she responded, kicking hard on the floor "you've been a dick for months and keep repeating that you hate me and want me to die!"

"I didn't…" Shane tried to calm her down.

"Oh, you did! You made my life a living hell, and now… you dare to ask me if I never thought of you as something else than a celebrity crush?" she shouted desperately "YOU SAID "WHATEVER, I DON'T NEED A GIRLFRIEND!" she imitated Shane's voice tone "You said you didn't care…"

Shane watched her, falling into the bunk in front of him, with tearful eyes and looked down; he hated watching her cry, but he hated most that HE had made her cry.

"Mitchie…" he tried to put his hand in her shoulder, but she moved away.

"You're an asshole Shane!" she shouted him, standing up from the bunk "you have no idea how much I wish this tour to end, so I don't have to see your face EVER AGAIN!" she ran outside the tour bus and closed the door behind her with a little bit too much force.

Shane looked down on his shaky hands with shame; he had made her cry for the hundredth time in six months, but this time, she had said the words he always feared to hear from her mouth; EVER AGAIN.

For the first time since they had broken up, he allowed tears to fall down his face and sunk himself back in the bunk, covering her shameful face with his pillow.

He remembered all the times he had wasted, bothering her and calling her names, instead of telling her what he really wanted her to know, which was that he wanted her back.

A/N: You think I suck because it took me so long updating? well, leave me a review and I'll try my best to avoid it: and if you like Smitchie, you should check out my other fic "Shane Gray: Man Overboard!"