"hey, hi hello?" "how are you" "how are the wife and kids?" haha I miss this, demi and selena! THEY WERE LIKE BEST FRIENDS, and now Selena is all obsessed with Justin and Taylor and making sure her auto tune sounds right…sorry, not the biggest fan of Selala. ANYWAYS…I WANNA SAY THANK YOU Xinfintity BECAUSE U GUISE ARE *%#!ING AMAZING! I MEAN, you make my day with your reviews and so many hits and oh let me stop before I start to cry! Ugh, theres this little kid staying over my house and .. like I cant even have MY room to MYSELF anymore…someone just had to die so now shes stuck with me for the week. I prob wont update till like Saturday tho cuz im spending the weekend with my best friends…YAYA! Anyways, to be honest I am just stalling because well I don't know. And I was just wondering, COULD YOU GUISE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I SWEAR I VALUE YOUR OPINION AND IF I GET MORE REVIEWS I WILL START DOING SHOUT OUTS INSTEAD OF AUTHOR NOTES AT THE BEGINNING OF CHAPTERS…well without further distraction…hereS CHAPTER 4!
DISCLAIMER: nope, I still don't own anything except for the plot and this laptop.
Two Worlds Collide: Chapter Four
"I wanna know you
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh
I wanna go there where you go
I wanna find out what you know
And maybe someday down the road
Sit back and say to myself
"Yeah, I thought so"
-I Wanna Know You, Hannah Montana ft. David Archuleta
I looked up at the random guy with the hazel eyes (that rhymed) and just glared at him. First of all, he was the one that spilled the food all over me. Why wasn't he groveling on his knees begging for my forgiveness like anyone else would've? And who did he think he was talking to me like that? I may look like I'm sweet and innocent and all that crap but really, I don't take BS from ANYONE. And this incredibly cute guy that I didn't notice was wearing square frame glasses before is not excluded. Wait, what?
"Princess, I have food to serve...seri..." he was cut off by a shriek, a really girly shriek that reminded me of Alex. Soon, a girl in a sparkly top was hovering over me, her hand over her mouth as she glared at the guy next to her.
"SHANE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! THIS IS ELIZABETH TORRES' DAUGHTER! WHY WOULD YOU SPILL THE FOOD ALL OVER HER?" she yelled at the guy who is apparently Shane, who just rolled his eyes causing me to kinda wanna do the same thing because if they hadn't noticed, I was still on the ground. And my knee was kind of throbbing…
"Ella, chill. She knocked into ME," he calmly explained, obviously having dealt with the blonde before. AND HELLO, I WAS STILL ON THE GROUND!
"Whatever loser, just help her up!" Tess demanded and I thanked God for her because at least SOMEONE was thinking about me.
Shane shoved his tray at Tess who just set it on the counter and extended his arm towards me, which I hesitantly took as he effortlessly lifted me off the ground. Woah, he was strong. But as soon as he let me go, I almost collasped on the floor as a sharp pain shot through my knee. Shane wrapped his arm around my torso to help me stand.
"OH goodness, Tess, Shane, what happened?" A tired voice exclaimed from the back of the kitchen. I turned only to see a short woman with curly hair in a caterer's uniform coming towards the mess, running a hand through her brunette locks.
"The idiot spilled is food all over Ms. Torres' daughter. Now we'll never get hired again!" Tess sneered, folding her arms over her chest. I had to give it to her, this girl had a rock solid sassy attitude that I kinda enjoyed.
The older woman who I assumed was Shane's mom because they had the same hazel eyes looked over at Shane and I with wide eyes, upon realizing that her bosses daughter had food all over her on acount of her son.
"Oh sweetie, I am so sorry! He's just so clumsy sometimes and you have such a beautiful home! I'm sorry he ruined your dress, it looks so expensive!" the woman exclaimed, placing an unmosturized hand over her heart while she tried to calm down.
Why did it seem as if she were talking to an adult? Really, it wasn't a big deal, this was probably the only time I would ever wear this dress and we had staff that would clean up the mess.
"Really its okay, it's just my knee hurts really bad, but other than that I'm fine," I assured her, because she looked like she was too sweet to be stressed out about something so small.
"Hey mom, we need more champagne, these people are worse than that alcoholic down the street from us!" A bored voice exclaimed, joining the scene carrying an empty tray. She stopped once she saw me and tried to suppress a giggle. "Wow, who ruined your gala, princess?"
What's with everyone calling me a princess? Last time I checked, I was NOT wearing a tiara.
"It's not my gala," it was then that I realized what she was wearing. Someone call the fashion police, I need to make a citizen's arrest (PROPS TO THE CLIQUE!). She was wearing the gaudiest pair of fake sequined Ugg boots with ripped neon green tights underneath a sparkly off brand neon pink skirt with a white t-shirt and a gaudily bedazzled motorcycle jacket. .HELL?
"Whatever, if you're not gonna do anything, why don't you just leave so we can get back to working? Your guests await," she sneered, before pushing past us to get more champagne.
"ELLA SHUT UP! She's the boss' daughter; you can't talk to her like that!" Tess screeched, which caused my head to throb. I felt bad for Shane if these were his sisters.
"Girls! Shane, take Michelle up to her room since her knee hurts. And be a gentleman about it! Girls, get to work on making more crab puffs, this is not the night for arguing!" the older woman demanded, causing Ellla to release a frustrated huff and Tess to just scoff and begin to examine her nails.
"Come on Princess," he urged, scooping me up into his arms and heading towards the main exit which led to where the whole party was.
"Don't go this way!" I exclaimed, tugging on his shirt to get his attention, "Take the back way, it's through that door," I pointed to a simple door that led to the servant quarters which led to the back stairs that led to my room. Yes, my house was very complicated.
"Yes, your Highness," he said in a joking matter, causing me to snort that stop, widening my eyes. Did I seriously just snort?
He chuckled and looked down at me as we walked through the door. "Did you just snort?"
I just shrugged. He didn't know me, so why pretend and hide my bad habits from him?
It took us a total of ten minutes to make it to my room because Shane stopped at every piece of art there was on the walls. And there was a lot I had planned to take my ruined dress to the dry cleaners tomorrow but the food was pratically molded on so I might as well just throw it out.
"Okay, so is this your private quarters?" He asked as he entered my room with a smirk.
"Why yes sir, it is…do you like it?" I flirted, batting my eyelashes as I grabbed a new simpler dress from my closet to change into it.
"It's simpler than I thought it would be," he stated, glancing around.
"What else did you expect Shane?" I questioned, yanking my hair out of its bun and letting it wave loose down my back.
"I don't know, I've never met you before Princess," Shane said, causing me to smile. I guess Princess was his new nickname for me.
"I have a name you know," I stated, resting my weight on my left foot as I folded my arms over my chest.
"Really what is it?" He asked, awkwardly rocking back and forth on his heels.
"Michelle, but I prefer Mitchie," I answered with a small smile, biting down on my bottom lip.
"I prefer Princess," he responded, causing me to giggle. It felt natural around him, giggling, snorting, and cracking jokes. It was then that I realized that even though I had a million friends, none of them really knew me. None of them knew that I snorted or that I was sarcastic and hated the fact that my house was so big. No one knew that I didn't actually like wearing heels and that I wished I had kept my hair the caramel brown it used to be. No one really knew me. Maybe I could let Shane know the real me…
It was around midnight when people finally decided that they should start leaving so they could get rid of their hangovers in privacy. I had enjoyed the rest of the party, well not really because I had to make sure that Alex's dad didn't catch her all drunk and horny like she naturally was. She almost slept with five guys but being the amazing best friend I am, I stopped her. I also had to put up with Caitlyn's whining about how NO ONE had complimented her on her dress or the fact that she had straightened her hair after a month of curls. Trust me; Caitlyn's whiny voice was enough to give anyone a headache.
But the one good thing was Shane was constantly passing me on purpose, flashing me heart stopping smiles or playful winks as he served people around the party. I would return them eventually when people stopped paying attention to me and then mentally laugh at the fact that I was flirting with a guy that didn't go to private school. A guy that lived down the street from an alcoholic. A guy with glasses…
I stood out on my balcony, secretly watching Shane and his interesting family pack things into what I assumed was their catering van; it had the words "Connie's Catering" splashed across the side of the van. Shane looked up just as I ducked down, hoping he wouldn't think I was some crazy stalker. I heard him chuckle which meant he had probably saw me, mentally slapping myself for acting like a creeper.
I slipped back into the protection of my room and stripped out of my dressy clothes, throwing on a zebra tank top with some pink Soffee shorts, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and slipping under my covers. I pulled the covers up to chin and setteled into the safe haven of my own dreams, about a certain hazel eyed guy with glasses…
So. Did you like it? BABY I LIKE IT, THE WAY YOU MOVE ON THE FLOOR! Okay, so did u hear boutz Joe and Demi performing on Jingleball or whatever together? I heard about it…o and you should hear Demi's cover of Moves Like Jagger, its sooooo good and she says the S WORD! *SHOCKED GASP* do u like how Shane and Mitchies relationship is going? I like to keep it fresh,,,itll take a while for Mitchie to admit her feelings for Shane but they're there…*SPOILER* let me shut my big mouth. For some people music is their release but for me its writing…because I got yelled at for having my own frigging opinion today by my French teacher. Coffeee smelling bastard. Ok, well review so I can have some inspiration because I lost my syllabus in my messy room and im trying despereately to rewrite it…and its really late and I have school so I guess I should go now…so DEUCES! REVIEW! (:
STAY STRONG, SOPHIE :3