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Soundtrack Of My Summer

3.

DINNER GIRL

Later on that same day, the girl called Mitchie Torres was sitting on the back seat of a car parked in front of a white house. She was a girl in a secret mission and was supposed to have her eyes glued on her binoculars and be staring intently at the house, looking for any sign of suspicious movements. But despite that, she was half-lying in her seat and half-paying attention to the house and feeling oh, so utterly bored.

They – as in she and her two friends – were there for almost two hours now, just waiting for the teen boy who lived in the house to come out and show his face. Honestly, she didn't understand why they were acting like a group of freaky stalkers, but, nonetheless, it seemed important to her friends, so it should be important for her as well. Gosh, the things you do for the sake of friendship, she thought.

"Can you believe how happy we looked back then? I can't believe he turned out to be such a jerk!" Said Lola Scott, the girl who was sitting in the drive seat and holding a picture of herself and her ex-boyfriend.

"Yeah, yeah Lola. Life's hard. Men suck." The other girl who spoke in a somewhat sarcastic tone was named Caitlyn Geller and, opposite to Mitchie, she seemed to be actually paying attention to their so-called mission. Caitlyn, who was sitting at the passenger seat, at least had her eyes on her the binocular.

Mitchie sighed while listening to Lola's sad rant about how she dedicated three years of her life to Barron – the ex – and he threw her away just because she wanted to wait until graduation and prom to sleep with him.

Gosh, that whole tragic love story was such an utterly teenager cliché. Mitchie just failed to understand why it was so hard for the guys to keep their pants on. It shouldn't be such a big deal, right? After all, mankind was supposed to be this superior and rational race that didn't let their primitive impulses get the best of them. For an instance, she was perfectly happy with keeping her pants safely zipped where they were and had no intention whatsoever to let any guy even get near her zipper anytime soon.

Not that there was any guy interested in getting into her pants anyway.

"Hey, he's coming out!" Caitlyn suddenly burst, making Lola stop her rant and Mitchie snap out of her musing. "Oh crap, he has a girl with him. And she's driving the car…" Caitlyn added in a hesitant tone.

"What?" Lola shrieked. "Give me that!" And then she snatched Caitlyn's binoculars in order to see what was happening.

True to Caitlyn's words there was a girl with Barron as they exited the house's garage. And she was, indeed, driving the silver Honda Fit that belonged to Barron. But the worst was yet to come – after the girl pulled the car out of the garage, she and Barron started a make out session.

Urgh, was Mitchie's thought while watching the couple sucking each others faces.

"I can't freaking believe it! He never let me drive that stupid shiny car!" Lola sounded completely hurt and pissed off, which was a dangerous combination. "You know what? I'm so going to go out with Sander after this. Let's see how Barron will like seeing me with his rap partner!"

Mitchie sighed and she and Caitlyn exchanged discouraged looks.

"Guys, are we done here?" The brunette asked. "I'm babysitting Danny tonight and I have to be home by seven."

"Yeah." Lola nodded, putting away the binoculars and turning on the car's engine. "Yeah, we're done. I'm done. Actually, I'm better than done, I'm over him. For good." And as if to prove her point, the girl opened the car window and threw away her picture with Barron before pressing down the gas pedal.

In her seat, Caitlyn just rolled her eyes but didn't say anything about that. "So, Mitchie, why are you babysitting the devil's spit tonight? I thought this was going to be an all girls evening." She asked while twisting one curly hair wick around her index finger.

"Cait, don't call him that." Was Mitchie's protest. "I like Danny, he's a good kid."

"Oh, I wasn't talking about Danny! I like him as well. I was referring to our dear old Teacher Brown." She clarified.

The three girls giggled after Caitlyn's comment. Truth is they did like their music teacher, despite the fact that he was making them work their butt's off at this super intensive summer classes he came up with.

"Well, he's going to Vienna tonight. Andy is playing drums at some gig, remember? Brown will be there for moral support." Mitchie explained.

"Uh, that was kinda nice coming from the devil." Caitlyn admitted.

"So, Mitchie, do you know if Brown's super famous super hot nephew arrived yet?" It was Lola's time to ask. She wrinkled her eyebrows in a very suggestive form as she stared at her friend's face through the car's mirror.

Mitchie rolled her eyes from the back seat. The fact that Brown was blood related to the pop star phenomenon, Shane Gray, and that Shane himself was coming to spend the vacation at his uncle's house in Carefree, Georgia, after the Connect Three summer tour was canceled were classified as top-secret information. So, of course, all of Brown's students already knew about it.

"I don't know. From what Brown told me, this Shane guy was supposed to arrive this week, but I guess he's not here yet." She shrugged. "I mean, if he was here then Brown wouldn't have asked me to babysit tonight. The guy could take care of his own cousin."

"Oh, Mitchie. It's so utterly amazing how you call the Connect Three vocalist 'this Shane guy'." Caitlyn said, between giggles. "And have you thought that maybe Brown wants you to babysit both his son and his nephew?"

Lola nodded and backed her up. "Good point, Cait."

Mitchie sighed and shook her head. Well, what did Caitlyn and Lola want? To see her screaming like a psycho fan girl and crying her eyes out just because Shane Gray might be in town and she might be meeting him that night? It's not like she was crazy about Shane Gray. She wasn't even crazy about the Connect Three per se. Ok, they were cute, they got talent and had some nice catchy songs, but they weren't her favorite type of band. She preferred either rock or some heartfelt ballad, maybe even country when she was in the mood to be sappy. Connect Three's cookie-cutter pop songs were just… Well, not her thing.

Besides, Shane, Nate and Jason were just… Boys. Rich and famous boys, but still, behind the celebrity façade, they were just human beings. They should probably do wrongs and screw up just as much as Barron did with Lola – that was how real boys were. From her point of view it was simply ridiculous to treat them as if they were these flawless pop star gods. Especially after the jerk attitude Shane Gray has been sporting in the past months.

"Highly doubt it, Cait. Besides, if Shane Gray was here we'd know it by now. The streets would be already filled with his screaming pre-teens fans." She answered in a nonchalant way.

Caitlyn and Lola were forced to agree with that one.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Mitchie. He must still be in L.A., whining about having a bad hair day or something."

They all nodded at Caitlyn's comment and dropped the pop star subject without a second thought as Lola drove down the street to the Torres's House.

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It was 7:28 PM and the plasma TV at Brown's living room was on at Hot Tunes.

After spending the whole day locked inside the house, except for his little excursion to get food, and with nothing to do, Shane was feeling a little bit masochist that evening. So much that he resumed to watching that stupid and low-rated music channel.

Shane had had yet another argument with his uncle in that afternoon. All began when he discovered that Brown was going to a work-related thing in a nearby town and would leave the singer and Danny with a nanny. A freaking teenager nanny. The screaming and yelling on Shane's part lead down to Brown deciding that the singer's laptop was the next thing to be confiscated.

Amazing, was Shane's bitter thought. With the way things were going, he'd be lucky to keep his cell phone until the next week. So right now, the TV was Shane's only way of communicating with the outside world and he needed to know what the hell was going on out of that miserable town. He needed to know what people were talking about him and Connect Three – even though that that discovery was likely to upset him even more. But what else was he supposed to do? His band members and manager refused his calls throughout the whole day!

He was starting to realize that these vacations were more than a way to torture him. They were his own personal prison. Like an exile or something.

"I'm hungry. And I don't want to watch this boring music show. I want to see Avatar!" Danny, who was sitting on the couch beside Shane, started whining.

The pop star rolled his eyes. The remote control was securely held captive by his hands so the boy couldn't change the channel.

"Well, I don't want to watch a stupid cartoon show about a bald boy. Now shut up, I'm trying to listen." And he turned up the volume of the TV, despite feeling utterly frustrated with the lack of interesting news. Hot Tunes was covering Madonna's new tour and there were no comments about Connect Three.

Danny crossed his chubby arms and sighed. "I wish Mitchie was here. She would let me watch Avatar." Said the boy, referring to his nanny.

Shane scoffed to himself. Well, too bad that that wasn't Mitchie's house.

Mitchie… He started thinking about what kind of freaky girl would have such a ridiculous name like that. Well, probably a girl with mental instable parents. Mitchie was the kind of name you'd give to your dog, and not to your daughter. He almost pitied her. Almost. But right now he was too busy feeling sorry for himself.

He was Shane Gray, front man of the hottest band on the country, and he was reduced to be laying on his uncle's old couch, watching Hot Tunes and musing about the weird name of a girl he didn't even know. And, if everything else wasn't pathetic enough, it was a Saturday night. He kind of wished someone would just come out of the blue, shoot him and put an end to his misery already.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from the front door, like someone was opening the locker from outside. Shane sat straight on the couch with wide eyes. Was that really happening? Would someone just come through that door and shoot him? He heard the door opening and wondered if he should run or try to call 911 – if it wasn't a murderer, then it must be some stalker fan who found out where he was. But then he heard this feminine and soft voice calling out Danny's name and the boy jumped off the couch and dashed to the door shouting 'Mitchie!'.

Shane sighed with relief. It was just the nanny. But then he caught himself and cringed. Urgh, it was the nanny.

He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was to come – the screaming, the tears, the ogling, the 'Oh my God! I love you so much, I'm like your biggest fan ever!' speech. And then the girl would probably spend the rest of the night trying to flirt with him. He didn't know which part of that annoyed him the most.

"Mitchie, Shane's being an ass and won't let me watch Avatar! And there's a new episode airing today!" Danny started his whining again while the sound of footsteps indicated that they where entering the hall.

The girl giggled. "It's ok, Danny. We'll work it out."

Shane arched his eyebrows. That Mitchie kinda had a familiar voice…

And then she showed up at the living room, carrying some bags that read Connie's Dinner in one hand and holding Danny's hand with the other one. She looked up at Shane and gave him a politely, yet somewhat shy, smile.

No wonder he thought her voice sounded familiar. It was the same girl from the Dinner. The petit brunette waitress.