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My Life's Adventures
BellaDonna'sRoses
Chapter 3 (Smitchie)
Shane's P.O.V.
Man. I think I'm really getting serious with Mitchie, hopefully she doesn't flip too much when I tell her I'm going on tour for a year, now that the label's recondisidering not firing my ass.
I decided I really need to tell her before she finds out some other way... I decided to get my ass up off the couch and make a beeline to the kitchen where she'd most likely be. I'm not sure how she's going to take it though...
I stepped out of the cabin and noticed that my cabin was a fucking penthouse compared to all the others, Ahh the perks.
I didn't even stop to look at the sniveling little fan girls that gave me muffled 'good jobs' and 'nieeeceee Shaaaaaaneeee', purposefully extending all the vowels in a sad attempt that I might stop and acknowledge them.
But, there was always that brave bitch that decided to stupidly diss Mitchie. "HI SHANE ! GREAT JOB ON FINAL JAM WITH MICHELLE!" yelled a muddy headed girl with an ample chest. Who the fuck is this?
"Err wait was it Mona, or yeah thats it Bitchie!"She said cackling like a evil witch and placing a French manicured finger in the air, as if it took all the brainpower on earth to diss my significant other. The way she tipped her head back and bellowed out laughter made me want to chop her head off like a six-year-old girl fed up with her same old Barbie.
She continued talking, momentarily flipping her (what he saw as) greasy brown hair, and making bad attempts at bouncing up and down so I would drag my eyes away from what I was currently staring at and steer them to her chest. Whoop de fucking do, bitch. You've got knockers, but who gives a crap, you insecure bitch.
"I'm Larissa, and I saw you preform last night, and you were am-aye-zing" she drawled letting her southern dialect be heard well and clear to my eardrums.
"My main concern was that.." She paused as if contemplating what to say next, as if she hadn't rehearsed coming up to me in her cabin 20 times over to her squealing teeny-bopper friends, who regarded her as queen. Oh yeah, bitch I've seem them all,dated them all, and fucked around with them all. I already got this. "Girl" she decided " you did it with, I felt as though her notes were a bit off and doesn't she work in the kitchen? I mean, that's a bit..."
I zoned after she said 'off' becuase some kind of levy that held back my evil,nasty, Grinch-like character obliterated and I'd had it with people talking about Mitchie like that. Especially this ugly horse of a girl who thought putting her down would land her a spot in my heart. I stiffened. Not in the sexual way.
"Listen up you stupid bitch." I interrupted her and she was taken aback,"You ugly, mud headed, big boobed circus elephant! You're no one special to me, and will never ever come up to me and insult my girlfriend" I said emphasizing the 'd' in 'girlfriend'." Putting her down will never raise you up in my mind, you hear? Mitchie is fucking amazing and 100 times better than you, you stupid redneck" I said watching her crumble like the Wall of Jericho.
"I- I - was just try-y ing to s-s" she said, her voice breaking."WAIT!" she desperately called.
I stalked off, Done deal bitch.
I made my way to the kitchen and knocked on the screen door. Having regained my cool in the twenty second walk over here.
A bright shiny morning Mitch opened the door, "Shane!" she squealed while jumping up and hugging me, ignoring the jealous, self conscious ogle of a hopeful passerby.
"Hey Mitch," I said while giving her a quick peck on the cheek "but we've got to talk." Her face fell dramatically,
"About what?" she asked, as I propped her up on the uber-clean counter. I taking a subtle lungful of the household cleaner used to make the marble counter shine.
I decided to put her out of the misery and just break it to her.
"Since I've been acting better since I came to Camp, due to you" I said, flashing her a dazzling superstar smile." The label dropped the idea of making my contract void, they're sending me on a one year tour of Europe" I said " So maybe you could like come out of school early to come see my closer shows in Glasgow, Amsterdam, Prague,Luxemberg..." I said looking down at her, while counting the cities on my calloused fingers. She pushed past me and exited the kitchen while slamming the door.
I waisted no time to run after her. I saw her make her way to the pier, I didn't let her get that far before grabbing her elbow
"Mitch don't just leave me like that." I muttered slightly out of breath.
"What?" she whispered, " Me,not leaving You?" she scoffed " That's funny coming from the boy who's going on tour for a year, after calling me beautiful and all these other fairy tale words" she raised her voice now taking a breath, and shrugging my hand of her forearm " Goodness, Shane you even had the nerve to go and offer that I, of all people fly to see you, knowing I could barely pay to get into this camp itself!" her face was getting red, and birds flew out of the surrounding trees.
"Wait!" I intervened " I just offered that to help you, nothing mean Mitch, but your really over reacting!, all I wanted was to see you"
She didn't buy it. "WHAT? Me overreacting, you know what Shane?" she asked rhetorically.
"What." I spat. I wasn't
"You say you've changed for the better." she paused "but that's all bullshit" She hissed " You're still just as cocky as you were when I met you"
With that, she stalked off.
Something inside me told me to to go after the girl I wouldn't seeing again for a year.
But the dominant side told me to fuck her, and that it wasn't worth it.
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