A/N: You guys cease to amaze me with the reviews you're leaving. I 3 you all! :] Oh, BTW, this chapter is written in Shane's POV. Trying something new haha. Oh and this chapter has a language warning to go along with it...lol

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Chapter 3

Something was wrong with me. Like, seriously wrong. I had my personal physician check me out for any diseases, you know, make sure I was swine flu free and I was but I still felt like something about me wasn't right. However, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Shane! Shane!" My eyes popped open and I flopped around in my bed before sitting up and looking around my room to see who was calling my name.

"Shane if you don't get down here..." I soon realized the voice wasn't coming from in my room but instead, from downstairs. I threw on some gym shorts and a purple sweatshirt and headed downstairs.

"Finally you wake your lazy ass up." I rolled my eyes at my father. Me, lazy? I was the one working to pay the bills. All he did was sit around and call himself my 'manager'.

"What's up dad?" I said holding back what I really wanted to say.

"What's up?" he said in a mocking tone. "Shane, do you realize that this family is dependent on you?" Family? Ha, that made me laugh in my head. This 'family' he was referring to was me, my dad and his girlfriend who, if I went to public school, I'd probably be in the same grade with. Most of the time my dad ignored me except for when he needed to bail me out of trouble.

"Actually, I do."

"Well then explain to me why in the hell you've been everywhere but the recording studio lately? Dax has four new songs for you to record and he told me if you don't record them this week, he's going to give them to another artist. If we lose those songs, we lose money and if we lose money then we lose all of this," he pointed around our huge house. "And then you can just say hello to military school."

I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. "Well excuse the hell out of me for trying to get an education."

"Excuse me?"

"The past few weeks I've been tutoring...with Mitchie." I said finally feeling comfortable enough to tell my dad her name. See, that's one of the reasons I felt like I was coming down with something. Whenever I said 'Mitchie', my stomach did back-flips and somersaults. Now I was no doctor but I knew that wasn't normal.

"Your mom told me about that. But I'm still not understanding how an hour with some nerd tutoring you stops you from making a trip to the studio and doing what you were put on this earth to do."

"Okay first dad, Mitchie is not a nerd. She's a really cool girl. Secondly, our sessions started off as just an hour but turns out I need more help than we originally thought so know they're three hours." And that was another thing. I usually never gave compliments to another person so I was pretty shocked when those words left my mouth.

"Three hours?" he repeated in disbelief. "I always knew you weren't the brightest bulb but damn son, how dumb are you."

"Wow, thanks for the kind words dad." I shook my head in disgust at him just as there was a knock on the door. Its not like I hated my father but I'd much rather be living with my mom and her new husband who, from the two times I've met him, seems like a really cool dude. But my dad is the only one who supports my music career so it was either stay with him and live my dream, but be degraded for every mistake or live with my mom and face my fear of having a 'desk-job' for the rest of my life.

"Ah, its probably Kim at the door." Kim was my father's squeeze of the moment. I didn't worry too much about my dad's girlfriend's. They were usually gone by the time I had my next #1 hit. I opened the door and upon seeing who was standing in front of me, started to smile.

"Um, hey."

"Mitchie? Hey!" I greeted her with a hug. "Wait, today's Saturday. We don't have anything scheduled for today...do we?"

"Uh, no but my mom went out of town to handle some catering stuff and I was a little bored so I just thought I'd...you know what, never mind. This was a stupid idea.." I laughed and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into my home.

"If you want to chill here for a few hours until your mom gets back that's fine. Mi casa es su casa!" She laughed one of those cute little laughs she had. Yeah, I was definitely sick. It's not normal to find a laugh 'cute'...is it?

"Wow, perfect Spanish. Yet you can't pass chemistry." she joked. We stood there exchanging goofy smiles at each other before my lovely father came and interrupted.

"Shane, tell the girl we don't want whatever she's selling." he said walking over to us.

"Dad, she isn't selling anything." I said taking a step next to her, ready to introduce her. "Dad, this is Mitchie, my tutor."

"Oh! This is the girl that's causing us to go broke. Nice to meet you." I ground my teeth. I couldn't believe he just said that. "Okay Shane, I'm going out. I want you in that studio, now!"

Mitchie waited until my dad was out the door to speak. "He seems nice." I gave her a crazy look before we both busted out into laughter.

"Hey, do you mind if we hang out at the recording studio? I just need to record one song just to get my dad off my back." I could see the hesitation on her face. "Please Mitchie? It'll only take an hour."

"Okay, I guess. Sounds like it'll be fun."

"Great! Um, let me just go throw on some more clothes and grab my car keys. You can, wait here if you want." With that, I ran upstairs to change. Look at me, my face actually hurt from smiling so much. Maybe I should get a new physician because my current on obviously couldn't diagnose me correctly.

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I finished recording one of the songs my producer Dax had wrote for me and came out the booth to see Mitchie clapping for me.

"Wow Shane that was amazing! You are seriously talented."

"Thanks but I mean....never-mind." I shrugged off her compliment and sat next to her in front of the mixer board.

"What? You don't think you did good or something?" I shook my head no and looked around for Dax. He was long gone, probably out getting himself a sandwich or something so he wouldn't be back for a while.

"It's just, these songs, I hate them." I said. To my horror, she started laughing.

"I'm sorry for laughing but how do you hate these songs? They're...you! They describe you so perfectly."

"No, they describe Shane Gray, super cool rockstar. These songs say nothing about Shane Gray, normal guy. I mean, I would never tell a girl that she needs to stop playing because she knows she wants all up in my Shane Gray mix." I said reading a line from one of my songs.

"Really? Because the first day we met, it seemed like you would." I threw my head back and shook the hair from in front of my eyes.

"That was...a defense mechanism. You...you intimidated me Mitchie."

"What? Me? Intimidating? Wow, you sure you're not a comedian too?"

"No really. See, if I would've said the exact same thing I said to you to another girl, no doubt they'd be in my bed without question. But you, you took what I dished out and gave it right back to me. I've never met a girl that was immune to my charm." I said giving a joking smirk.

"No, you've just never met a real girl. All those girls you hang out with in Hollywood, that you take to clubs and 'to your bed," she used finger quotes to quote my previous statement. "They aren't real. Me, you can't just tell me I'm 'hot' and expect me to be your girlfriend or something." she said leaning back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. Hm, now or never I suppose.

"Well, what does it take for you to be someone's girlfriend." I asked slyly as if it was a normal question. The two of us had been hanging out for almost a month and I have to admit, she was right. She was a normal, down to earth girl that I was really attracted to. While I was in the booth, recording, and I looked at her smiling and jamming to my song, I realized why my doctor hadn't been able to diagnose me. You can't diagnose being love-sick.

"Well, you'd have to be a gentlemen of course. And you'd have to smell nice. I can't go out with a smelly guy and..." she stopped and looked at me with wide eyes. Something told me she finally caught on to what I was really trying to ask.

"Do you want to, I don't know, grab a bite to eat tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Um...well-"

"Yo Shane! What are you doing? Get back in the studio! We got music to make here baby!" Dax came in, mouth full of sandwich and I could have jumped up at that moment and choked the crap out of him.

"Perfect timing," I mumbled to myself before standing up. I took a look at Mitchie and she was just blushing like crazy. "You know Dax, for a producer, your timing sure does suck..." I said to him before entering the booth again. He just looked at me confused and shrugged.

As of today, I was going to make sure that I, Shane Gray, normal guy, was going to get Mitchie Torres, super cool down to earth girl, to be mine.

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Well! I feel like the ending of this chapter was lame but now the story can truly begin! :] BTW, does anyone else feel like Shane's dad is a total douche? Haha. Oh and you might be thinking, "What the heck? He's falling for her but they just met!" Well, I tried to make it a point that they've been hanging out for about a month and he's let his guard down and they got to know each other better! :] If you have a problem with it, let me know in a review! Now for some review replys...

iRawk: Well, I hope you liked this chapter :] Mitchie didn't fall but Shane did!...Kinda lol

hpfan27: Thanks! I was trying not to make her a doormat for Shane to walk all over lol Glad to see I accomplished it :P

DemilyGSBFF: :o! I LOVE chemistry! Haha I'm such a nerd like that but gosh, I just love it! :P

it rains when you're gone x: I was doing my best to make him seem like a...jerk, but not really haha Hope you liked this chapter!

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