A/N : In the last chapter Shane was talking about doing the "dirty deed", in case you didn't catch that. Just thought I would clear that up.


Standing outside Shane's door, I'm wondering how I am going to talk to him without it getting anymore awkward than it already is. I need to fix this because it was my fault for not making things clear and letting him assume that issue.

I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. He didn't open it and I did get a 'go away'. So I knocked again, still no answer.

I hesitantly opened the door and looked around. It was empty, he was nowhere in sight. Where could he have gone? I shrugged, backed out the door, and closed it.

Hmm… I was sure he went upstairs and he never came back down, so he must be somewhere up here. Well I guess it's time to explore this place. I've lived here for about three weeks and still I have not seen the entire place yet. So far, I've only seen my room, the living room, kitchen, dining room, and Shane's room.

I walked down the hall and basically opened every door in sight.

I opened a door and entered a game room that was awesome! And I mean AWESOME! It had every video game system, that I know of, a 52' flat screen TV, air hockey, foosball table, pool table, and a couple of arcade games. I need to hangout here soon, when I'm not busy searching for Shane.

Other than that room the other doors were mostly empty guest rooms or closets full of stuff or as I like to call "junk" because believe it or not these guys are packrats, they won't throw anything that they think is "useful" or "cool". I shook my head and kept on walking down this hall that seems never ending.

I was about to open another door when I heard music coming from the room. I hesitated, not wanting to interrupt him. I slowly opened the door as quietly as I could and listened in.

Broken hearts and last goodbyes

Restless nights but lullabies

Helps to make this pain go away

I realize I let you down

Told you that I'd be around

Buildin' up the strength just to say

I'm sorry

For breakin' all the promises that I wasn't around to keep

It's all me

This time is the last time I will ever beg you to stay

But you're already on your way

Filled with sorrow, filled with pain

Knowing that I am to blame

For leavin' your heart out in the rain

And I know you're gonna walk away

Leave me with the price to pay

Before you go I wanted to say

Yeah

That I'm sorry

For breakin' all the promises that I wasn't around to keep

He stopped in the middle of the song when he looked up and saw me standing there. Darn, I got caught before he finished the song. I gave him a sheepish smile and waved unthinkingly at him.

He shook his head with a small smile on his face, and motioned for me to enter the room. I walked in slowly and looked around the room. It was a recording studio, way more high tech than the one that they had before. Well who would expect any less from the famous Connect Three?

"How much did you hear?" He asked me, causing me to stop looking at the room in awe.

"Most of it..." I muttered as I walked over to him. "Who did you plan to apologize to with that song?"

He didn't answer me. "How did you know I was here?" He asked avoiding my question. My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously before I answered him. Why was he avoiding my question? It's a simple one at that too.

"I didn't, I just knew you were somewhere around the house so I walked down the hallway opening every door till I found you." I told him bluntly and he chuckled.

"That must have taken a long time…" I nodded. "So, what did you need me for?" Should I tell him? He seems to be back to normal, he's not embarrassed anymore. So do I tell him and make him embarrassed or do I leave things as they are? Guess what I am going to do?

"Oh, nothing really." I replied and he looked at me, skeptically. Yeah, did I mention I am a terrible liar? Well, when I lie to Shane and sometimes Nate, I am. They can literally read me like a book, mostly Shane though.

"Okay…" He muttered still looking at me unconvinced. I inwardly sighed in relief. I got away with my first lie to Shane, that's saying a lot.

It was silent for a minute before he looked at his guitar and then at me. Oh this can't be good. "Mitch, sing me something." He requested and handed me his guitar. I took it and gave him a 'I-don't-know-what-to-sing' look. "Just sing anything that I haven't heard before." I sighed and nodded, knowing that I wouldn't get out of this.

I sat down on a chair next to him and started strumming the guitar. I decided on a song that know he hasn't heard before and it's not too personal.

Every day is like a blank canvas

You know you can paint it anyway you want it

You can draw a black cloud

You can make the sun shine

Coloring a rainbow

Or use black and white

Open up your eyes and your imagination

Come on let's write a song

A little poetry

Take a photograph

Let's make some memories

You can make it anything

That you want it to be

If you follow your heart

Life is a work of art

Oh every night is like looking at a dark screen

You're never too young or too old to dream

You can make a fantasy into a reality

'Cause you're creating your own masterpiece

Close your eyes and dream it

Seeing is believing

Come on let's write a song

A little poetry

Take a photograph

Let's make some memories

You can make it anything

That you want it to be

If you follow your heart

Life is a work of art

Come on let's write a song

I strummed the last note and looked up at him, as if expecting him to say something. He sat there a bit quiet for a while and I started to get worried thinking that the song was terrible and didn't live up to what he had expected. He looked at my expression and rolled his eyes.

"You're still as insecure of your talent as ever, Mitch." He told me and sighed. "When are you going to realize you are and amazing writer and singer? I'm sure you could be just as famous as Connect Three." I gave a looked and shook my head, not believing a word he said. He's just saying that because he's my friend, it's not true.

"Shane, stop lying to me." I accused him and he raised his hands in surrender.

"Hey, I'm not lying you're just too self-doubting to believe me." He told me with a smirk on his face.

"I am not!" I said and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Ow...What was that for?" He asked, rubbing his shoulder.

"For…for…for…" I couldn't come up for a reason and he raised an eye brow, amused.

"For…?" He asked mockingly, knowing that I didn't have a reason. He laughed after I didn't reply and I handed his guitar back. He took it and placed it down next to him.

"So about earlier…" He started and I cut him off.

"No need to bring that subject up. I understand and its okay." I said really fast that I doubt he even understood me.

"Alright, then how about we just talk of the wedding?" He offered and I nodded. "So, do you want to get married in three weeks?"

"Do we have a choice?"

"It's our wedding so, yeah we do. I mean, he can't force us to marry, but you can't control Torres Records until we do get married. So I'm giving you the choice here because really it concerns you more." I shook my head. He can't really think that right? It concerns him as much as it concerns me. He won't be single anymore and I can't really take that away from him.

"Shane, I can't choose on my own because it involves you too, it's not just me." I countered and he sighed.

"Mitch, trust me on this, I rather be married to you that have another video girl as a girlfriend." He assured me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. How many girls has he dated that ended up using him and hurting him?

"I'm sure there are girls out there that aren't looking for a quick rise to fame." I told him.

"There might be..but then that means you can't have Torres Records."

"Shane, forget my dad's will and tell me, do you want to get married to me?" I asked him, and he sat there, deep in thought and then he nodded. His response took me by surprise. "Why?"

"I don't really know how to explain it, but let's just say I know we could make it work. Plus who knows what would happen along the way. And if it doesn't work we can always get a divorce." I nodded, understanding his response. He makes sense and makes me see things in a different light.

""You have good points there. So I guess we could give it a try and get married." Who knows, we could end up falling in love along the way. I shook that thought out of my head. It's too farfetched, me falling in love with my best friend and/or him falling in love with me. He gave me a smile that I couldn't help but return a smile back.

"So everything's settled? We are getting married in three weeks?" He inquired and I nodded.

"Yup, so that means I got to shop for a dress, right?"

"I guess so.."

"Knock, knock." I turned my head and saw Nate standing by the door with Caitlyn. I motioned for them to come in and they did.

"I'm guessing our "Dad" told you guys of his crazy plans for you two to marry in three weeks?" He did the air quotes when he said dad. Do all of the Grey brothers have something against their "Dad"?

Shane and I nodded. "Well, he really needs to mind his own business." Nate muttered angrily and shook his head. Caitlyn placed a hand on his shoulder, as a way to calm him down I assume.

I raised an eye brow at that gesture. "Nate? Cait? Is something going on between you two?" I asked and heard Shane chuckle and I looked at him confused.

"They are still in denial about their feelings." He whispered in my ear. I looked over at the curly haired couple and smirked when I saw that both of them had a pick shade of pink on their cheeks. Yet they didn't confirm or deny that something is going on.

I'll make sure that they are a couple by my wedding because they make a very cute couple, even if they are in denial.


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