a/n: WHOA! I haven't updated for months! See, I've had a huge writer's block because of sending out HS apps and such, so there's problem number one. (But I got in!) THEN, I deleted the next chapter by mistake. Whoops. So, hopefully this will be okay, and I hope to get 15 to 20 reviews this time? Enjoy!

CHAPTER TEN

SHANE'S POV

Your mind is still reeling, trying to figure out if the love of your life is really sitting next to you, or if you are just sleeping somewhere. Recalling the talk with the priest, knowing that you'd never dream up something like that, you assure yourself that you are definitely awake and definitely blessed.

You've failed to notice mid-daydream that Mitchie has fallen asleep. She's crouched over in an uncomfortable position and you note that she looks quite ungainly this way. The past few weeks have been hard on her, you know. And it's your fault. Momentarily, you wonder where on earth her sister is. The sister that you are eternally grateful for (if she hadn't given you that diary page, you'd still be sitting in the hotel room right now). Mitchie would never leave her alone, and if Mitchie was here, then where was the kid? It's a stupid question, coming from someone who doesn't even know her, but it relates back to the girl next to you. She must be thinking about it somewhere in her subconscious.

Shaking your head, you decide that you are getting too personal. She needs some space. Yes, you may have made up for the time being, but you still hurt her deeply, and why should she trust you with every detail of her life?

Because you know the biggest detail of her life.

Your mind really annoys you sometimes, you wish it would just go die in a hole of oblivion. It won't. So you are forced to accept its comment and come to terms with it. Your brain wins again, because, yes, you do indeed own the key to her safe, her most guarded secret. It scares you. Since you know her secret, will she want yours? Or does she think that she already has your secret?

Because she doesn't.

A few hours later, you're parked outside her house. It's amazing how far away she lives from the airport. She stirs a bit, and her eyes finally open. For a brief moment, she looks confused as to where she is, but then her eyes settle on you and the fear fades away.

"Where are we?" Her voice is soft and sleepy, enough to make your heart speed up.

"Your house. I didn't think you'd want to stay in a smelly hotel room, so I brought you here."

"Oh." She stares at the small, brick home for a moment. "Can you stay?"

"Sure." You actually had been hoping she'd ask. If you attempted to drive another inch, you'd end up dead.

After getting her things out of the trunk, she opens the front door and heads towards the bathroom, leaving you alone, standing in the front hall. You've forgotten how quaint her place is, how everything is set in a specific spot. It compliments her so well.

You figure out which room is hers and dump everything on the bed. Grabbing a single pillow, you head back to the living room, running into Mitchie on the way.

She looks at the pillow and looks at you quizzically. "What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep on the couch." You shift uncomfortably. What's the big deal?

"Oh." Her eyes glaze over. "Why? It's not like we haven't shared a bed before." She laughs shortly.

"I know. I just figured that we leave your bed Shane-free for a bit."

She purses her lips, then shrugs. "Well, if you insist." She leans forward and catches your lips in a longing kiss. "Goodnight."

"Night."

After watching her sway into her room, you shuffle back to the living room, plopping on the couch, your mind still foggy from Mitchie's kiss. It amazes you how every kiss is just like the first. Perfection.

The bliss fades away as you flip through your wallet, finding the letter you had angrily folded upon reading. Sighing, you force yourself to read it once more.

Mr. Gray,

We are sorry to inform you that we have been told that you have been in contact with Loverly, an illegal prostitution company. We have also been informed that you are in a relationship with the prostitute that was assigned to you.

Of course, you understand that this revelation will highly ruin Overscore Records' reputation if released to the general public. So, we have two options for you: A. Break up with the girl and we will anonymously reveal Loverly and all its employees to the police or B. Continue seeing the girl and lose your contract.

Your choice. Choose wisely.

Steven Overscore

You crease the paper as you make a fist. Who the hell would have known about any of this? Who could have told?

Mitchie's phone buzzes, catching your attention. You hesitate before looking at the new message.

Hey, Mitchie! Having a great time without you! Watched the news and saw you and Shane at the airport. Glad to see that worked out well. Better keep a good hold on him or all hell will break loose. Xo, Cassidy

Holy shit. Her sister was the one who tipped off Overscore. The brat had it out for her own sister. You quickly delete the message and fold the letter, shoving it back into your wallet.

This wouldn't be a hard decision if it weren't for those fan girls of yours. Sure, they were annoying as heck, but you couldn't just quit on them. But Mitchie…Mitchie is your soul mate and you just got her back.

You run your hands through your hair, completely panicked. You have to fix this.

Fast.

a/n: So is Shane's secret a bit far-fetched? Yeah. Haha. Just thought we needed some more drama. And I remember from JLH's movie, the prostitution company was arrested completely. So, let me know what you think! Xoxo