A/N: Yes I know it's been a while and yes I know this may not have been the story you wanted me to update if you read my other stories but this is the one I wanted to update first. I know I've been MIA for quite some time and I swear it won't happen again. I've fixed the parts of my life that needed fixing, at least the one's I could, and I'm back better than ever. I'm going to try and update one of my stories every week. So you won't know which one until you get the little email thing letting you know but it'll be worth it; I promise.

So on to the story, no? Oh and before you abuse me for no Shane and Mitchie all I gotta say is "patience is a virtue". You will get your Shane and Mitchie and they will make you cry and laugh; maybe even at the same time.

Enjoy:)

Disclaimer: I have no ownership over Apple and its products, Cornettos or the design of the house that Mitchie's new house is inspired from though if you would like to see it it is .com/Mediterranean%

"New names and numbers that I don't know
Addressed to places like Abbey Road
Take turns tonight, night turns to whatever we want
We're young enough to say

Ohhh this is gotta be a good life"

- One Republic

'You never mentioned how the concert last night went, Mitch,' my Father said two hours into our drive to our new home.

'Uh…it was great thanks – not much to tell really,' I lied easily as I tugged at my seatbelt so I could change my sitting position in the car.

'You're telling me no one through their undies up at the boys or tried to flash them?' Matt said; feigning shock from the back seat.

'Oh shove a sock in your mouth why don't you? You'd do us all a favour,' I snapped from the front and I could only just hear his mumbled retort before music which must have meant he had returned his focus to his Ipod.

'Seriously kid, how'd the concert go?' Dad asked and I gave a deep sigh before leaning my head against the car window. 'That bad, huh?'

'It wasn't bad per se but…complicated. A lot of things went down and I'm not sure where I stand on some things anymore,' I said in hopes of explaining things though I knew in reality I was probably only making my dad more confused.

'Mitchie…I know I'm not your Mum but if you ever need to -'

'What? Gosh no, I didn't mean to imply any of that Dad,' I quickly apologised as I realised what he must pulled from what I had said; 'I would tell you if I could but I can't because I haven't fully grasped the details of last night. Like I said; it's complicated y'know? Not from not having Mum to explain it to but because I can't explain it.'

'Oh, alright,' he said whilst letting out a breath of relief, 'well when you do figure it out; feel free to tell me alright?'

'Course Dad,' I said with a smile.

I mean who else would I have if I didn't tell you?

'So what's this new house like, Dad?' I asked as he had yet to show Matt or I any pictures as he wanted to "keep it a surprise".

'You're gonna love it, kid. You and Matt at opposite ends of the house, balconies, trees…everything's green…your Mum would've loved it,' Dad said sad smile that broke my heart as it suddenly clicked that although Matt and I had lost our Mum; my Dad had lost his love and best friend.

'If it passes her expectations then I can't wait to see it,' I said whilst placing a comforting hand on his arm, 'maybe we can even plant some of those flowers she likes.'

'The blue ones?'

'Yeah but I'll have to do some googling before hand to find out their actual names because I doubt going into a nursery and asking for the "blue flowers" would get us anywhere,' I teased and Dad gave a hearty chuckle before glancing down at his dashboard.

'We're gonna have to pull over and get some petrol soon,' he said before looking back up at the road; his eyes narrowing slightly before relaxing, 'guess it's a good thing there's one up a head.'

'Yeah; maybe this is a sign that everything from here is going to go brilliantly without any bumps?' I said hopefully as Dad flicked on his indicator to turn off of the road.

'You kids need anything from inside while we're here?' Dad asked as he pulled up beside one of the machines.

'I might go get something to eat,' I said thoughtfully whilst taking my seatbelt off before leaning around my seat and tugging Matt's earphones out of his ears.

'What the hell?' he cursed whilst sending a dirty glare at me as Dad turned off the ignition and got out of the car.

'Dad needs petrol and told us to pick up anything we want because we don't know when the next stop is,' I informed my brother as I picked my black leather handbag up off the floor.

'I don't want anything,' Matt grunted and I rolled my eyes whilst getting out of the car.

'Suit yourself but I'm not letting you eat or drink or read anything of mine if you don't get anything now and regret it later,' I said before closing the car door and making my way over to the shop part of the service station.

'Wait up!' I heard my brother call out from behind me and with a small smile I obediently waited for him to catch up.

'You caved?' I teased as we made our way through the doors though not before I had noticed three large black buses pulling into the area.

'Sif I wouldn't; you know how my stomach works,' he answered with an innocent smile and I was grateful to have the brother I loved so much replace the PMS-sing one; even if it was only for a few minutes.

'That I do brother, that I do,' I laughed whilst bumping shoulders with him to which he responded with by throwing his arm over my shoulders.

'So you buying?' he asked as we came to a stop in front of a row of packaged chips.

'What? Where's your money?'

'In my pocket,' Matt said with a shrug of his shoulders before grabbing a bag of salt and vinegar chips with his free hand.

'Then why am I paying?' I enquired whilst picking up a bag of chicken flavoured chips and plain chips.

'Because I'm older,' he answered simply to which I scoffed.

'By two minutes!' I argued and he once again shrugged his shoulders as he led me over to the refrigerator for drinks.

'Which means you should buy me whatever I want, when I want it,' Matt rationalised before grabbing two bottles of coke and held the fridge door open for me to grab a bottle of lemonade.

'Alright, how about this? I'll pay at this station but you pick up the necessities at the next stop?' I bargained to which he nodded after a few thoughtful seconds.

'Wait – can I still get an ice cream here?'

'You and your damn pit-less stomach,' I complained as we walked over to a separate refrigerator and grabbed out three various kinds of Cornettos.

'Ah…you know you love me.'

'Unfortunately,' I grumbled as we placed all of our items onto the counter and waited for the cashier to bring up how much I owed them.

'Mitch, looks like you'll finally get to marry your Princess,' my brother said randomly as I handed over the required amount of money to the cashier.

'Huh?' I grunted in confusion as I picked up the bag of all our food to find my brother pointing at the three black buses I had seen pull in.

'Your prince,' he said as if it was obvious and I rolled my eyes before pushing him forward with my free hand.

'I somehow doubt a prince would be driving around in a big ole bus; no matter how awesome those buses look,' I commented as we finally left the shop and came to a stop in front of my Dad who had just finished filling our car. 'We got the food,' I called out over my shoulder to him so he would not buy doubles.

'I'm just saying: if ya wanna meet Mr Right you gotta be open to meeting him at odd places,' Matt reasoned and I shook my head in amusement before tripping over my feet at seeing who had just gotten out of the bus, 'watch it sis.'

'Sorry but…is that…no…' I trailed off as I wiped at my eyes with the back of my hand before looking again to see that I was not imagining what I was seeing.

'You mean is that a big fat guy that looks like he could kill ya just by looking at you?' my brother said before cursing out loud as I had whacked him across the head.

'Don't judge based on appearance,' I scolded before shoving the bag of junk food into his hands, 'take this – I gotta go get something from the shops.'

'What the hell?' Matt shouted as I had already run back into the shop.

I quickly grabbed a roll of bandage and a bunch of the most expensive flowers one could buy from a service station and finally a stuffed toy, a yellow bird as a pink panda would be just stupid, and ran to the counter and paid for the items next to my father who was buying even more food.

'I thought I said I had bought food?'

'You can never have enough food – what's all that for?' he asked upon seeing all the items I had just bought.

'Um…I'll explain when I get back into the car but don't drive off straight away alright? I needa go see someone first,' I hurriedly explained before running back out of the shop and over to the first bus; thankful to see the large man still standing there. 'Tiny!'

'Uh…Miss could you please keep your voice down we don't want – Mitchie?' he asked; his voice changing from one of order to kind as a bright smile filled his face.

'Ah-huh,' I said happily, 'didn't think you'd remember my name.'

'Some people are just memorable; you're one of them,' Tiny said which made me blush.

'You sure know how to make a girl feel special, don't cha?'

'So what are you doing here?' he asked once he had settled down from his laughter.

'Making a pit stop before continuing our destination home – what about you?' I asked and mentally laughed at comfortable I had become with this man who I had only met once.

'Shane through another tantrum and we all needed a couple moments to breathe,' Tiny explained as he raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, 'you aren't gonna tell the press about what I just are you?'

'Why would I? You guys did so much for me last night and bad press for Shane is bad press for the band…I'd feel horrible for doing anything like that – wait! That reminds me – here,' I said happily whilst handing over the bag of cheap goodies after making sure to remove the receipt from the bag.

'What's this?' Tiny asked; cautiously peering into the bag which made me giggle.

'It's me saying thank you. I didn't really get much notice of meeting you guys here so I couldn't get anything that's actually worth keeping but there's a new bandage roll in there to replace the one I took as I doubt you'd want it after being used, then there's flowers because my Mamma always said that "where words fail, flowers speak" and finally a stuffed toy. I know the boys probably have heaps of toys and what not but I couldn't very well give you the flowers and the first aid lady the bandage and not give anything to the boys and- oh shit I'm so babbling,' I said as I face-palmed myself in embarrassment.

'The flowers are for me?' Tiny asked in what sounded like awe.

'Well yeah…you did a lot for -' I was cut off as Tiny enveloped me in a big bear hug that almost crushed me.

'Mitchie!' I heard my Dad yell from a short distance away as Tiny finally released me from the hug.

'What was that for?' I asked with a small smile as I pushed my fringe off of my face.

'After all the years I've worked with my boys; you're the first person to give me something and not want anything in return,' he explained with eyes that were covered with a sheet of unshed tears.

'Oh…well you're welcome? But it's not like you didn't deserve them.'

'Mitchie; c'mon!'

'Well thank you, Mitchie.'

'Mitch, would you move your ass already?' Matt shouted which brought me back to reality.

'Anytime, Tiny,' I said with a small wave before running back to the car.

'Mitchie, who the hell was that and why was he hugging you? Do I need to call the police?' my dad questioned the moment I had shut the car door behind me.

'That was Tiny; he's probably one of the nicest people I've ever met in my life,' I explained briefly with a shrug of my shoulders as Dad pulled out of the gas station; my father continuing his interrogation over who Tiny was.

'Oh my freaking God!' I said quietly as we finally pulled up to the start of a driveway in front of black wrought iron gates.

'You're shitting us aren't you, Dad?' Matt said in disbelief as Dad pulled out a separate set of keys from the console before throwing them over his shoulder to Matt.

'Try them if you don't believe me.'

'Fucking hell,' Matt muttered as the gates slowly rolled open after he had pressed a button.

'Matthew, language,' Dad scolded him as he drove forward and parked in front of the house, 'don't close the gate either; the movers were only a couple cars behind us before.'

'Dad…this can't be our house,' I said as I slowly got out of the car and looked up at the large house in front of me, 'I've lived in Army houses my whole life and this ain't one of them.'

'Alright so I've got something to tell you guys,' Dad said as Matt joined us in front of the house.

'Okay…go,' I said uncertainly and Matt nodded in agreement as Dad took a deep breath.

'This is actually your Mother's house – no wait till I finish then you can interrupt,' he said quickly after seeing me open my mouth to ask a question, 'you see your Mother and I had this plan to build a house from scratch, the way we want it and that's what we did. Up until the day she died, your Mum and me worked on this house and I would travel down here as often as I could without you two asking any questions. This house is what your Mum wanted and I know she's not here right now…but I thought you two might think of this as her living through this house…but with the looks you're both giving me maybe this wasn't the best idea…'

'Dad…' I breathed as tears rolled down my face as Matt and I both pulled him into a big hug knowing that he was hurting just as much, if not more than, us.

'You sure we can pay for this?' Matt asked and I laughed at the fact that he had to be the one to turn serious.

'We saved up a long time for this house, from the day we married actually, and with the reading of your Grandma's will we had plenty of money left to work on this house,' Dad said; referring to the passing of our Mum's mother who had left her only daughter all of her money.

'So…this is real? This is our house?' I asked; still doubting that all this was actually happening to us.

'Go in and have a look around; I let your Mum handle the colours and garden but the actual design itself is mine,' he explained whilst gesturing at the house.

Whilst Dad and Matt went inside to explore the inside of the house, I remained outside and looked at the beautifulness of our new home. The size of the house was more similar to a mansion rather than an everyday house with Mediterranean detailing and colours. I slowly walked around the house and gazed upwards at the balconies that extended from some of the rooms of the second story and almost cried upon seeing the back yard. Dad was right in saying how green it was and in the back right corner was a large oak tree. Positioned in the middle of the yard with a stone pathway leading up and around it was a pool with a diving board, ladder and slide.

Oh my freaking God! I have a freaking slide in my backyard!

I was about to continue my adventures around our new yard when loud commotion from down the street caught my attention. I jogged to the front yard and down the driveway as the trucks that held all our boxes of belongings began to pull up into our driveway but that was not the source of all the screaming and crying. All that noise was coming from a group of about twenty girls were crowding the pathway as three large black buses drove up the driveway of the house next door to us.

No…it can't be. I mean it can't be them as they live…in…Wyckoff…like me. And…no…no. No!

I pushed my way through the crowd of girls much to their annoyance and to my horror I saw Connect 3 along with their band mates and family exiting their tour buses and entering what must be their house. Connect 3 were about to enter their house when suddenly Jason turned around and began making his way down the driveway to me though I knew in reality he was coming to greet his fans. The next thing I knew Nate and Shane had decided to do the same thing and I swear it only took me to blink my eyes and re-focus them before all three boys were standing in front of me; all sharing a confused look with each other over the brown-haired girl standing in front of them that they had only met last night; aka me.

Holy flying pigs! As if God hates me enough to put me next door to the boy I humiliated on stage.

'Uh…um...uh…' I stuttered as Jason finally smiled upon realising who I was.

'Mitchie!' he exclaimed whilst flinging his arms out; obviously anticipating a hug from me.

'I gotta go,' I blurted out before sprinting my way back to the safety of my house; running inside then up the spiral staircase before realising I had no idea where my room was.

Great, just great. The one time I need to scream into a pillow or belt out my frustrations on my keyboard all my things are packed away and in an unknown room in a freaking mansion.