Author's Note: Chapter 3! Thanks for waiting! And thank you to Valu86 and beblobs for their lovely reviews!
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P.S.: Sex in the last chapter (chapter 4). It's coming. Oh yeah. ;D
~Much love
Chapter 3
"What the hell is your problem, Gellar?"
"Oh, it's you. Hey, hothead," Caitlyn responded in a deadpan voice. "What're you doing with Nate's phone?"
"Don't change the subject! Why are you taking Mitchie to a strip club?"
Bang bang bang went the poor locked door as Nate pounded on its face with a balled fist, crying out, "Get out here, Grey! You son of a bitch!"
"I bought her a gift certificate for pole dancing lessons. There's nothing wrong with that. It's-" the young lady was interrupted with Shane's heated interrogation.
"Nothing wrong? There is something wrong with that! You don't know what creeps lurk around there. Teaching her how to seduce a pole is not right for her!"
"Ok, are you done? I was still talking, you ingrate," Caitlyn calmly spat. "It's like an aerobic exercise, nothing crazy. She is eighteen, and she can do whatever she wants. Now, stop acting her surrogate parent, and get over it. Besides, I recall you and the band crew going to a strip club once after recording."
"That was ONE TIME."
Shane fought against the door, his back firmly pressed against it while his muscular legs cemented in position. He continued his sentence with a grunt.
"One time! It wasn't even planned. The guys were acting stupid, and wanted to go out."
"Keep digging your grave there, hun. Anyway, Mitchie and I are going to go get lunch. Hopefully, you'll cool down by the time she gets home. Bye."
"Wait! You-!"
Click.
"Goddamnit.."
The pounding had ceased, strangely. No matter. Shane had removed his back from the door to open it, only to confront the running form of Nate dashing straight for him. The pair of young men collided and fell to the bathroom floor with a loud "thud!" Nate groaned painfully, rubbing his cheek which had been smashed against Shane's chest.
"You were supposed to be the door," he muttered, still ticked off at Shane for yelling at his girlfriend.
"Well, I'm not. Now get the fuck off me!" he shouted, shoving Nate off of his body.
The young men rose to their feet slowly, one consoling his aching back. Now that the aggression had gradually placated, the young man with jagged onyx bangs averted his eyes, crossing his arms before his chest. He reluctantly knew that it was his time to apologize for his brash behavior.
"She was at a strip club. I don't want her out for everyone to see in that place, and get ideas."
Nate couldn't refrain from smirking at the proud lion-man's attempt to admit that he was wrong.
"You call that 'sorry'?" he chuckled.
"Fine, fine. I, uh…I'm sorry, man," Shane finally managed to utter.
"It's cool," said the younger man, patting his friend's shoulder. "Now, was that so hard to do?"
Mr. Black's smirk progressed into a grin.
"Shut up," was all the young man retorted with, a smile peaking through.
*Next Scene*
Mitchie was close to home at this point. She had overheard Shane's yelling over her best friend's cellphone. When he was not happy, everyone knew. She was not intimidated by him, make no mistake of that. She just did not wish to deal with his "moods." 'I swear, sometimes I think he's the woman.'
"You ok?" questioned her friend.
"What?" she mumbled, refreshing her clouded mind. "Oh, I'm fine."
"You heard him, didn't you?"
"….Who didn't?"
Caitlyn smirked. At least Mitchie admitted that her lover had his faults.
"You can stay with me if you don't want to deal with him."
"It's alright. Thank you, Cait."
Mitchie beamed at her friend's kindness. However, it was not necessary. Ms. Torres had plans of her own for tonight..
Once they arrived at the condo where Shane and Nate lived, the pair of young women stepped out of the parked car, their shoes scraping against the concrete. Caitlyn had changed into a different set of clothes that she had brought with her ('Date with Nate!' she would chime to herself.). The curly q was dressed in a magenta miniature skirt and a silken violet blouse that exhibited her long, swan neck. Mitchie was still in her workout clothes, perfectly content with the comfortable cotton and spandex.
A few knocks on the door, and they met the sight of Nate's gentle countenance. He smiled at the young ladies, particularly at his lover.
"Hey, girls," he greeted politely.
"Hey, you," purred Caitlyn, bestowing a sweet peck on his cheek.
"You ready?"
"As ready as you are."
Nate smiled warmly before looking to Mitchie.
"Oh, Mitch. Shane's in his room working on his guitar strings. I'm telling you right now: my condolences."
Mitchie tittered, shaking her head.
"I can handle him. You forget who you are speaking to, amateur."
The three youths laughed. The couple had left hand in hand, a sight of pure affection. The remaining young lady smiled, silently wishing them well. She stepped into the spacious condo, locking the door behind her. Resting her back against the door, she grinned, knowing very well how to change Shane's mind about today's event.
Gliding down the hall, she reached the second door on the left, the tweaking of strings audible to her ears. The door had been slightly ajar; she could see his midnight locks kissing his eyelashes, his head lowered in concentration.
"Hey," she whispered.
He did not answer.
"Helloooo?" she attempted once more.
He grunted.
"Fabulous, you understand English," said Mitchie, rolling her ember eyes.
She entered his room, which was in a typical mess of disheveled clothes and discarded papers with lyrics and notes. Mitchie was not deterred by his cold manners. It was actually quite easy to soothe the silent beast.
"Fine, don't speak. I'll be in the bathroom.." she simply said.
The young lady had left Shane to himself, who busied himself with his prized cherry red guitar, "The Red Queen." Minutes passed on before she returned. Her bare feet grazed the cold wooden floors; mischievous little feet, they were, silent as night fairies in a chilling zephyr. Her petite body stood in the door frame, her hands sensually sliding down the sides.
"Shane…" she playfully whined. "Please, look at me."
"Mitch, you know I don't feel right about you in that place. I just-"
His speech ceased immediately, his dark eyes widening at the sight of his little lover standing in the doorway.
"Oh my.." he purred, his previously cold tone melting into a sensually piqued voice.
Hmmm...I wonder what Mitchie did? ;)
