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Previously on Back To Reality
It really sinks in, you know,
When I see it in stone
Both Shane and Mitchie knew the stone. The stone, their failing marriage, their fall, the divorce. She was no longer his, and he was no longer hers, although he knew he would always be hers.
Cause you went away
How dare you?
I miss you
They say I'll be okay
But I'm not going to ever get over you.
Mitchie finished the song tears streaking down her face.
Shane took it as the opportune time to speak, leaning against the door, "I thought you didn't play anymore?"
She instantly snapped her head in his direction, "I don't, I just needed closure."
Shane sighed waking over to her, grabbing her hand, "Mitch, don't give up on something your good at. Its who you are."
"Who I was Shane." She said emphasizing the past.
Mitchie hook her head looking at him, "Shane, just stay here, then we can get it out in the open tomorrow morning."
"You sure?" He asked hesitant.
"Yeah" She rolled her eyes at his stupidity.
She got ready for bed changing into her silk, black, Victoria's Secret pajamas. They weren't exactly pajamas at all, more like lace underwear, and a low-cut flowy tank top, that was see thru.
Shane walked out of the room, heading towards the couch.
"You can sleep on the bed, I trust you enough not to do anything." She said patting the bed.
Shane climbed into bed with Mitchie reluctantly, and they dozed off. Enjoying how things used to be. Mitchie woke up the next morning to a shout.
"Mitchie what are you doing!"
Oh shit! "Jake?"
"Michelle what are you doing!" Jake screamed waking me up in the process.(Btw I know it said Mitchie at first but I changed it because Jake only knows her as Michelle Torres. Not Mitchie.)
Oh shit! I threw myself up, so I was in sitting position. "Jake? Umm… What are you doing here?" I asked covering myself and Shane, who was now hiding in the covers.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing there! I came down here to visit you! Was that wrong?" He was shouting at this point, I just wanted him to calm down so that we would talk civilly.
"Jake this isn't what it looks like." I replied quickly defending myself.
"Really? Michelle, don't you try and tell me what I think it looks like!" I looked at him as he lowered his gaze, to glare at me.
I couldn't believe what he was saying, I said in disbelief, "Well you don't know! Don't judge!"
"Okay explain it to me." He said nostrils flaring, he said tapping the door frame.
"Okay I was talking with Shane last night till really late, so instead of driving off tired I had him stay here." I replied lying through my teeth, well I was kind of telling the truth just leaving out Shane and my conversation from last night.
"So you have no relations with this," he said pointing to the covers where Shane was, "Shane guy?"
"No." God I was lying through my teeth and I knew it.
"You sure?" Jake asked me again.
"Yes." I said in a monotone
I heard Shane scoff, Jake must have caught on hearing it to, "Do you have something to say?" Jake replied annoyed, crossing his arms, placing them on his chest.
Shane just lay there, not answering.
"So do you?" Jake asked clearly annoyed
"No he doesn't." I interrupted him.
Shane finally decided to make his presence known; he pulled himself from out of the covers, showing himself. Shaking his head at both of us, he got up, throwing his shirt on, covering up his god-like body.
"Michelle, why is Shane Grey here?"
"I told you." I said slightly annoyed, hadn't we just had this conversation?
"No you told me why he was here last night. Not how you know him." He stated matter of factly.
"Just an old friend." My tone was un-amused, like it was an everyday occurrence.
Neither of us had noticed Shane, walking to the door, until he turned around to face us both, "It must be exhausting living a lie."
"What's he talking about?" Jake asked
"You and I are in love with to completely different people." Shane said holding his keys in his hand, glaring at me, before sighing and walking out the door.
"What does he mean he loves you?"
I choose to ignore him, looking everywhere he was not.
"Michelle…" Jake said watching Shane as he retreated to the door. He quickly turned his glance towards me.
"He's my husband." I replied in a quiet tone.
"WHAT!" he screamed making me jump.
"Well ex-husband. I came down her to finalize my divorce."
"Jesus Christ. Michelle." We spoke at the same time.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Mrs. Grey, I am here to give you your morning wake up call. And say your friends called saying they were on their way." I heard the woman walk off down the hall.
"Mrs. Grey?" He said in a questioning voice, closing his eyes to think. I looked at him confused, hadn't we just had this conversation.
Suddenly Jake's eyes flew open. He let out a bitter laugh, and started smiling, a sadistic smile that mad me fear for my life.
"Mrs. Grey, hu? Michelle Grey? Or Should I call you Mitchie Grey, better yet Mitchie Torres. Yupp, I'll stick to that Mitchie Torres, worldwide Popstar," I was trying my hardest not to laugh, Shane was the popstar, hell he always would be despite if we were divorced or not. I on the other hand was a Rockstar, you could even check it on iTunes, "Met the infamous Shane Grey, turned him from a bad boy, to the hot new candy. Got him off his high horse, and got herself a record deal."
"Disappeared around 5 years ago, how did I know? Oh yeah I was a fan. Favorite hit La La Land, that little song about staying true about yourself. From the looks of it, that girl is long gone. Replaced with this," he waved his hand over me, "You just disappeared, and stopped making music. Hell had you stayed in the business you would still be big today."
I just stayed silent wondering how he connected everything so quickly, I was speechless. All my secrets were now out of the bag.
"You know what, I can't look at you." He said turning to go out the door.
"Jake wait!" I said jumping up, getting off the bed.
"There's a plane headed to London and I am on it!" He replied slamming the hotel door shut, walking off.
I knew instantly there was no longer going to be a wedding. I sat there on the floor crying. My life was never supposed to turn out this way. I was supposed to come here to get a divorce. Never see Shane again, and get married.
I hopped into the shower so I could get ready for my day, although I was staying in the hotel room, I still needed to be clean. I was in the process of washing my body when a tune came to my head. I had done my best to ignore them over the past 5 years. Those little things lead to one thing. Music. And I couldn't do that anymore.
I got our of the shower, putting on black sweatpants, and a white t-shirt. I didn't bother putting on make-up, there was absolutely no reason why I should. Yet, that annoying tune was still in my head. So I did that one thing again. Yupp, you guess it, I picked up my guitar. I began strumming the tune, coming up with the lyrics as I went.
Maybe it's the things I say
Maybe I should think before I speak
But I thought I knew enough
To know myself and do what's right for me
And these wall I'm building now
You used to bring 'em down
And the tears I'm crying out
You used to wipe away
I thought you said it was easy
Listening to your heart
I thought you said I'd be okay
So why am I breaking apart
Don't wanna be torn [4x]
Don't make me choose between
What I want and what you think I need
'Cause I'll always be your little girl
But even little girls have got to dream
Now it all feels like a fight
You were always on my side
And the lonely I feel now
You used to make it go away
I thought you said it was easy
Listening to your heart
I thought you said I'd be okay
So why am I breaking apart
Don't wanna be torn
Why is this all so confusing
Complicated and consuming
Why does all this make me angry
I wanna go back to being happy
These tears I'm crying now you used to wipe away
I thought you said it was easy
Listening to your heart
I thought you said I'd be okay
So why am I breaking apart
Don't wanna be torn [8x]
"Seems to me like music is till a huge part of you."
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