Here's chapter 7. Yaaay. I like this one, so I hope you like it too!
Mitchie had tossed and turned in the bed all night. But she didn't wake up until about 3 am. Although you couldn't really call it screaming, more like shrieking as she jolted up into a sitting position, gasping for air, reeling from the nightmare that had just invaded her mind. She whimpered as the events from last night came flooding back to her. She felt like crying now. In fact, she was too freaked, she didn't even try to hold back the tears, sobbing lightly as they flowed down her cheeks. Fear overwhelmed her as she realized she didn't know where she was. That is until she heard him.
"Mitchie? Mitch, are you all right?" His panicked voice made her cry a little harder as she finally recalled him saving her from being...she cried even harder as those thoughts crossed her mind.
When she didn't respond to him, Shane was up off the floor in a second. He had meant to sleep on the couch that night, seeing as he had given Mitchie his bed, but the entire time he was worried about her, and that made him unable to fall asleep. So he decided to sleep on the floor next to the bed, so he felt a little better being close to her if she were to wake up in the middle of the night, much like now.
He sat carefully next to her on the bed, his heart breaking with every tear that fell down her cheek. He slowly reached his arms out to her, wanting to at least try and comfort her, but the second his hand touched her arm, she flinched away from him. He tried to hide the hurt once she did that.
"Mitch, it's ok, it's just me." He whispered, but that only seemed to make her cry harder. He was confused now. He wondered why she wouldn't let him touch her, or why she wouldn't talk to him.
"Is Nate here?" She whispered weakly. Shane was glad it was dark, so she wouldn't see his face fall at her wanting Nate. He was hurt by that, that was for sure, but he wanted her to be ok, and if Nate did that for her, then whatever.
He sighed softly but nodded his head. "I'll go get him." He whispered back to her.
More fear took over Mitchie as she watched Shane leave. She didn't like being alone, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to be around Shane or not. She bit her lip and tried to block out all of the thoughts telling her that she shouldn't have sent Shane away. But she did want to see Nate.
"Mitchie?" Relief flowed through her when she heard Nate's tired whisper. She watched him carefully as he came and sat down next to her, in the spot that Shane was just occupying.
"Mitch, are you ok?" She cried a little more at the concern in his tired voice, and for a second she felt bad about waking him at such and early time. But she needed him. In response to his question, she shook her head no.
Nate watched her sadly, and wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her. But unlike for Shane, Mitchie didn't flinch away, instead she fell into his arms and sobbed into his chest. Nate just held her tighter, letting her get it all out.
As much as Mitchie loved the feel of Nate's arms around her, and him comforting her, she still couldn't get the feeling of Shane's arms around her when he saved her just hours ago. The way she felt so safe in Shane's arms made her want to stay there forever, and his firm grip that he had on her assured her that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her. And she trusted him. Not that she didn't trust Nate, but he just didn't give her that same feeling, though she knew that Nate wouldn't let anyone hurt her, she just felt better when she had been with Shane.
"Mitchie..." Nate finally spoke up when her sobs subsided. "Why didn't you want to talk to Shane?"
Mitchie closed her eyes, making more tears fall. She really didn't know. She wasn't ever supposed to trust him. She wasn't supposed to like, and she wasn't supposed to want him to hold her. She was supposed to hate him because he was a jerky pop star. But he had just showed her that he was capable of caring. But it wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to changed. And she sure as hell wasn't supposed to be falling in love with him.
"Why did he save me?" She whispered brokenly. Nate gaped at her question. "Why didn't he let that guy just-just..." She started sobbing again. Nate abruptly pulled back, her questions shocking him to the core.
"What are talking about, Mitchie?" He demanded quietly. "You really think that Shane was just going to let that guy hurt you?"
Mitchie sobbed even more. "But he's not supposed to care!" She nearly shouted, catching Nate off guard. "I should hate him! I'm supposed to hate him!"
Nate didn't know what to say to her outburst. He was shocked and confused more than anything. He hadn't expected Mitchie to react like this. He figured she'd be happy that Shane saved her life. Never had he anticipated that she didn't want him to care.
"Mitchie, he may come off as a jerk, but he does have a heart. He wouldn't let anything happen to you. Especially something that might've happened if he didn't show up."
Mitchie cried a little harder at that. Nate was right. Of course he was. Everyone has to have a heart. Of course for Shane, Mitchie always thought it was just really deep down. Apparently she was wrong.
"He cares about you, Mitch."
She scoffed quietly through her tears. "Yeah, right, if it weren't for what happened tonight, I'd think he hated me."
Nate narrowed his eyes slightly. "You think he hates you?" Mitchie nodded after a moment. "Mitchie, you couldn't be farther from the truth. I think he's the one you need to be talking to."
Mitchie was quick to protest. "No!" She shouted quickly, stopping Nate from getting up from his seat on the bed. "Mitchie..."
"I just want to go home." She whispered quietly. But Nate hastily shook his head. By herself was the last place she needed to be. She was just being stubborn.
"It's three in the morning, Mitch, you're not going anywhere." Nate's voice was firm, making Mitchie groan quietly.
"Well then go away and let me go to sleep." She grumbled quietly. Nate nodded as he watched her fall back into the bed, burying her face in the pillow.
"Why does this pillow smell like Shane?" Nate chuckled quietly.
"Because it's his bed." He stated quietly before getting up and exiting the bedroom.
Guilt now took the place of her main emotion at the moment once she realized that Shane had given up his bed for her. She whimpered quietly to herself as she tried to process all the things that Nate had said to her. She didn't want Shane to care about her. She didn't want to care about Shane. It just wasn't supposed to freaking happen. She only knew Shane Gray the pop star. She didn't know just Shane Gray. She had given up on knowing the real him the second she actually met him. She believed the old him was still there, and apparently was slowly starting to come back if he had cared about her like Nate had said. If he was still the arrogant pop star she had come to known, he wouldn't have cared about anybody, let alone Mitchie.
A few more tears leaked from her eyes as she finally started to drift back into sleep. But this time she didn't have nightmares. This time she dreamed of Shane.
Shane sat anxiously on the couch out in the living quarters of the tour bus. He was far from being able to sleep at this point. He was hurt, confused, and most of all he was just worried about Mitchie. He was desperate to be next to her and to comfort her, but even she wanted Nate more than him, so be it. No matter how much it tore at his insides.
He nearly jumped out of his seat when Nate exited the bedroom. Shane looked at him curiously, desperate for information. Nate sighed and plopped next to him on the couch.
"She's confused." Nate whispered quietly. Shane scrunched his eyebrows together at his words.
"Confused about what?"
"You."
Shane sighed in annoyance. "Care to elaborate, Nate?"
"Well, what do you expect. Every time she's been around you, you were a jerk and arrogant, and then all of a sudden, you're saving her from some creep who would've raped her." They both winced at the word, but Nate continued. "She doesn't know what to think of you Shane. Before this whole thing, she thought you hated her. And now here you go, showing her that you seem to care about her."
"But I do care about her." Shane insisted quickly.
"And that's what is confusing her. She doesn't know which one to believe."
Shane sat back in his seat and thought over Nate's words. Shane cared about her, more than he ever thought he would care about someone. But he had a crappy way of showing it before tonight. He didn't know what to do to make her believe him. He'd do anything, but would that still get her to trust him? Now he was even more confused than before.
"What's she doing now?"
"Sleeping, probably. She said she was going to."
Shane exhaled a deep breath before pushing himself off the couch and making his way back to the bedroom. As soon as he entered he saw her asleep. He bit the inside of his cheek nervously before making his way over to her and kneeling down so she was facing him.
"I'm sorry, Mitch. I never meant to act the way I did. I'm so screwed up and it took me forever to figure it out." He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat the second he started speaking. Even though he knew she couldn't hear him, he had to say it, or else it would build up inside of him and he wouldn't be able to hold it anymore.
"You helped me figure it out, Mitch. And maybe that's why I was such a jerk to you. Because I knew you were right all along, and I didn't want you to be." He chuckled under his breath. "I always had a problem with being wrong. But tonight Mitch, when I saw that guy hurting you, I was so scared. You don't even know how scared I was. Just the thought of him hurting you made me sick. I care about you Mitchie. More than I thought possible. I've never felt like this for anyone but you, Mitch. I just wish you would know that." He scoffed to himself under his breath. "And you would know that if I got the courage to tell you this while you were actually awake."
He sighed quietly to himself as he watched her sleep for a few moments. He lifted his hand and carefully brushed a few of her bangs away from her eyes before he leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, knowing it'd probably be the only time he would ever be able to do that. Pulling back and watching her for a few brief seconds. He quietly trudged out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Of course, little did he know, Mitchie was awake, having had yet another dream that she wanted to escape from, she woke up. But the second she had heard someone entering the room, she closed her eyes pretending to be asleep. Then she heard Shane and his entire monologue. It had made her want to cry more tears then she knew she was capable of. She wanted to throw herself into his arms and for everything to be alright. For the past to just disappear. But she couldn't. No matter how bad she wanted to. She couldn't allow for herself to fall for him. Even if she already had. Much to her dismay and happiness, she was falling in love with Shane Gray.
Ok, there it is, sorry if some of it was a little cliché, but I actually thought this one was pretty good. But it matters more what you think. So pleaseee leave a review. I love them. -smile-
