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Chapter 9

MITCHIE'S P.O.V

'Mom, I think someone's calling me.'
'Don't be stupid. Mitchie, quickly, find your Dad, help him with the bags and we got to get in the cab. NOW!'
'But, Mom, I recognized the voice!'
'Mitchie, I haven't got time for games. We have to go, this cab is charging us and my elderly mother is sick. Just go!'
'But Mom-'
'NOW MITCHIE!'
'-it was someone I love.' She didn't hear that though. But it's true. I love Shane Gray and I heard his voice, calling me.
I ran after mom, who had caught up with dad and they were just about to get in the taxi.
'MITCHIE!'
'SHANE!' It was him. 'Shane, where are you?'
'Mitchie, get in the car!'
'Now, Mitchie!' Dad said.
I bit my lip, trying to decide to just get in the car and forget all about Shane Gray, but I knew it was impossible.
'Shane' I said quietly.
I felt a sharp pull at my arm.
'You are getting in the car, now, Mitchie, no arguing. Whoever is calling you, if they are, you are going to ignore them.'
I turned once more, hoping for a glance of his dark brown hair, chocolate coloured hair and toned figure.
'Shane…' I said. 'Oh please, please, please.'

SHANE'S P.O.V

'Mitchie…' Where was she? 'Please let me find you. Please'

MITCHIE'S P.O.V

I pulled my arm free with all my strength. I turned over my left shoulder, and I heard my name.
'Mitchie,' his voice. It was him.
I threw my bag to the floor, not even noticing that everything had fallen out.
'Mitchie, please. We have to go. I am beyond angry now.'
I didn't bother replying to my frantic mom.
I walked helplessly, unknown to anything but Shane. Arms grabbing my shoulders, I heard his voice. 'Mitchie, oh, Mitchie!'
'Shane…' It came out as a hurried whisper. Dad pulled me into him.
Shane came running forward and I cried my heart out. 'Dad, let go, please.'
'What the…' Dad seemed confused at the fact I knew Shane Gray. Of course he would, no one knew anything.
I saw a tear roll down his face.
'Mitchie' His arms reached out towards me but so did my mom's. Her arms clasped round my dad's and they both led me into the car as I cried and walked helplessly. I turned to see Shane on his knees, crying.
In the taxi, we drove for hours to Grandma's house the other side of New Jersey as Mom cradled me to her chest as I sobbed.

SHANE'S P.O.V

"Mitchie!" I cried out. I reached my arms out for her, but just as I was about to grab hold of her, she was taken away by who I presumed were her parents.
I sank slowly to the ground, not caring that a crowd was forming around me, trying to see the famous rock star crying his heart out.
She was so close. I was so close to having her in my arms, so close. But then she was pulled away, out of my range. I looked up slowly, to catch Mitchie turn round and look at me from the car.
"Mitchie…" I whispered softly, before letting myself break down crying.
It must have been at least 10 minutes I was sitting in the middle of a crowd of heartless men with cameras, more commonly known as paparazzi.
My crying eventually calmed down enough for me to see. I stood up shaking, picked up my belongings and began walking towards the exit.
Where was I supposed to go from here? I didn't even have her mobile number; all I had was her holiday address and her AIM.
I sat down outside the airport, and flicked through Mitchie's songbook. Pure emotion was radiating from it; she has real talent; more than most.
I flicked to the end of the book and found two phone numbers and two addresses.
Above one phone number was (Home) and above the other was (Mobile). Above one address was (Home) and the other was (Grandma's home).
"Bingo," I muttered to myself.
I flagged down a taxi and climbed in, then handed the driver the address that said 'Grandma's home' as it was the only address for New Jersey, so I gathered that is where she was heading.
The driver nodded, and started driving towards my destination.
With every tree, person, dog and car that went by, I was becoming more and more nervous. Effectively, this was the first time I was going to see Mitchie in person.
About thirty minutes of being in the taxi, we came to a stop.
"Here you are sir," the driver told me,
"Thank you. Here you go," I said as I handed him some money, "Keep the change," I yelled climbing out,
"But sir, it's over $100 in change!" the driver yelled back, astonished.
That's okay, keep it!" I yelled, hoping he would get the picture that I wanted him to go.
Thankfully he just merely nodded and drove off.
I ran towards the gate, whipping my neck, looking at the neighborhood, hoping this was the right place. I walked slowly up to the door, praying Mitchie would be here.
I knocked on the door, but there was no reply. I knocked again, again no reply. After a few more knocks, I gave up. I groaned with anger. That feeling on nervousness and loneliness was creeping into the fit of my stomach.
I sat down on the front door step and gazed off into the distance, sighing. Mitchie will turn up. Eventually.
I woke up with a start. Woah, I must have fallen asleep while I was waiting for…
"Mitchie?" I asked feeling dazed. There standing in front of me, looking as angelic as she ever was…