Hey guys. So, I really appreciate all of your comments and corrections and stuff. Believe it or not, when you have to point out a typo to be critical, it makes my day. Cause that means you didn't see anything major and had to call me on a little typo. I laugh at myself when I see the things you point out. Today, I got a review saying that Shane and Mitchie don't fight realistically. Mitch is always crying it seems like. Which is true. And I appreciate you pointing that out. That's one side of the coin. But when you make suggestions for future occurrences, ya'll are undermining my plot! Lol. Be patient, please? Everything you guys are suggesting is coming, I promise. I really do appreciate all the reviews and everything. And if you really have a suggestion you think I wouldn't have thought off, PM me. Don't leave it in the review. Other wise it doesn't look like I thought of it if I did.. XD.

Things are getting awkward for Smitchie and really heating up for Naitlyn. And, no, they will not be sleeping together anytime soon. Mitchie is 16. Remember that please.

Chapter 11

A shrill ringing woke us up the next morning at around 6. Shane blindly reached for his phone.

"Umhg?" He answered the phone with an odd muffled sound that I giggled sleepily at.

"SHANE!" The phone screamed. Or Bradley, rather, screamed, waking us both up immediately.

"What?" Shane groaned.

"Would you care to explain why there is a picture of you and Mitchie on the cover of almost every tabloid today? With a ring on her hand?"

We groaned. "We aren't engaged." Shane promised.

"Well how would you explain the ring she certainly didn't have to begin with?"

"I bought it for her. It's a promise ring. Not an engagement ring." He sighed.

"Well, I think it would be best for you and Mitchie to do an interview, clear a lot of this up."

"When we get back. Sure." Shane offered. "And we'd like to talk to you about something."

"Sure thing. When you get back." Bradley agreed.

"An interview?" I squeaked at him. He mumbled and pulled me against him again, quickly drifting back to sleep. I couldn't help but do so as well.

My phone rang a few hours later, waking us up again. "Hello?"

"Did you see it?" Caitlyn asked.

"No." I sighed. "Bradley called and yelled real early, though."

"I'm sorry. This sucks." Caitlyn sympathized.

"Uh, huh. Wait 'til it's your turn to get attacked." I heard her laugh in reply. "Cait, I'm tired. Pop star over here likes to talk for a while before we fall asleep."

"I still can't believe his parents are letting you sleep in the same room let alone bed. My parents would kill me. But I'll let you get to sleep. Nate says hi and tell Shane we said hi." Caitlyn said before hanging up. I rolled back over onto Shane, who had already gone back to sleep.

The next few days had passed by in a blur. Nicky and I were getting along amazingly, and though Shane was happy to see us getting along, I don't think he was too thrilled at us ganging up on him. Caitlyn, Nate, and Jason all came to Shane's the morning of New Years Eve.

I was surprised to have Jason jump on the bed and wedge himself between us. Before I knew it, Caitlyn was hugging me from the other side, and Nate was behind her. Shane and I had matching looks of amusement at the evasion of our bed. We heard a camera click, and looked up to see Nicky laughing.

"You guys are crazy." She said as she walked away. To this very day I still have that picture on my dresser.

"What are you guys doing?" Shane asked as he shoved Jason off of him.

Caitlyn sat up next to us, along with Nate, and started talking. "Well, we wanted to bring in the New Year with our friends." She laughed.

"And she missed you guys." Nate added.

Caitlyn glared. "We missed you." Moving on she said, "But I do believe that it is high time you two got out of bed." She pulled the blankets off and I could tell she was thankful Shane was clothed at least on the bottom. "Wow. I've never seen you sleep in anything but a thermal." She teased. I blushed and told her to shut up. The guys laughed at us bickering like normal.

She was right though, I always sleep in my thermals. Even in the summer because of my air conditioner. But being with Shane, I didn't feel uncomfortable. He was slowly breaking me out of my self conscious shell.

After we had lunch with the guys, Caitlyn, Nicky and I sat on Nicky's floor talking about, well, girl things.

"Awwww." Caitlyn and Nicky cooed. "He sleeps with his hair curly for you?" Caitlyn was being the girliest I'd ever seen her.

I heard Kevin and Nate laughing while Jason awed. We didn't bother to close the door and I knew the guys were listening. Aside from the fact that we were being really loud, might I add. I blushed a bit but smiled brightly. "Yeah. It's so cute."

"I wouldn't want Nate to straighten his hair." Caitlyn said cocking her head to the side.

"Thank you!" Nate yelled from across the hall.

"Dude." Shane must have hit Nate because a faint 'ow' followed.

"Like they don't know we can hear them." He argued.

We laughed at them as Nicky leaned back to look out the door. "We don't really care!" She said laughing. "I don't care what their hair is like as long as I can play with it." She added, ignoring the guys once again.

"Curls are more fun to play with." I decided after a moment of consideration.

"Yes they are." Caitlyn agreed. "Straight hair you've got to grab a section to play with. Curls you can just grab a single curl and be happy for a while."

Nicky nodded. "Yup, they're easier to hide make out hair with, too." She added.

"What?!" Shane yelled from Kevin's room.

"Shut up, Shane!" I yelled back. "Yeah, my hair isn't happy when Shane's done with it."

"Uh huh. But I bet you are." Caitlyn teased. I blushed.

Nicky leaned in closer to us, trying to whisper. "So you guys seriously aren't doing it?" She asked me.

"Nicky!" I heard Shane yell again.

"Wasn't asking you!" She yelled back.

I smiled. "No, we aren't. Honest."

"You have no idea what you're missing…" Caitlyn said quietly and giggling.

"Oh my god!" I shrieked. "And you never told me?" I yelled.

Nate yelled back at me, "Subject change, please, I'm begging you."

"No!" I yelled back. "Seriously? When?"

"…Recently." She said slowly.

"Really?" Shane yelled.

"Shut up!" I yelled back. "Recently when?"

"Can we not talk about this now with them listening?" Caitlyn pleaded.

I agreed. "As soon as we are in our room alone, you will tell me everything." Nate groaned as Caitlyn giggled.

I laughed so hard when Nate entered the room, I fell over. He crawled in on his knees and begged, "Please, Mitchie, not everything."

"Awe, Nate, are you embarrassed?"

"No." He answered quickly.

"I suppose." I said, knowing full well Caitlyn would still tell me everything. And she did.

"Oh!" Nicky said standing up quickly. "I need to get ready for the party."

Now leaning in the door frame, Shane asked, "Party?"

"Yeah, ya know, teenagers everywhere, dancing, drinking, having sex on any available surface?" She taunted her brother. "I'm wearing the new skirt you bought me." I had to keep from laughing. I may have stretched the skirts length out a little to Shane.

He checked his watch. "Well, I guess, Mitchie and Caitlyn should get ready, too, for dinner." We jumped up and ran to Shane's room to get ready.

"Wow. You are full of surprises today, Torres." Caitlyn commented as I took my dress out of Shane's closet and laid it on the bed. "I like. Not your usual style, but I like."

"What are you wearing?" I asked, getting ready to jump in the shower.

"Oh, a dress with a vest over it." She said opening a garment bag on the floor. I nodded and took my shower.

An hour and a half later, Caitlyn and I sat on Shane's bed putting our shoes on. Our hair was done, our make up was done, dresses and pantyhose were on, and jewelry was on.

Caitlyn clipped onside of her curls back off her face and did her make-up in dark eyeliner and white eye shadow. Typical Caitlyn with a dash of girly added. I opted to curl my hair except for my bangs and leave it down. My make up was pretty normal for me as well.

Nicky poked her head in the door a moment later, "They want to know if you're ready yet and I wanted to see how you look." She closed the door behind her as she entered. "I like. I like." She said taking us both in. "I'll go tell them your ready, okay?" We nodded. Shortly after she left, Shane knocked on the door and came in. He stopped short when he saw us, or probably me. Nate walked into Shane's back.

"Man, what th-" He stopped seeing Caitlyn. Jason walked into Nate's back.

"Nate, why'd you- Wow." Jason said looking us over.

Shane nodded. "Yeah, wow." We smiled. All three had on black dress pants and white dress shirts. Shane's plain tie was loose around his neck and his top two buttons were open showing the blue shirt he had underneath. Nate had one of the ties Caitlyn and I had bought him where it belonged, though his sleeves were pushed up to just below his elbow. Jason had a vest on over his dress shirt.

"You guys don't look so bad yourself." I said, kissing Shane's cheek. Caitlyn laughed nodding in agreement as she greeted Nate.

"Shall we?" Shane asked.

"We shall." I laughed taking his offered arm. We all laughed and giddily headed off to dinner. Shane had originally made a reservation for two at fancy restaurant in Boston, but ending up changing it to 5 earlier when we found out about our guests.

While we were walking toward the restaurant from the car, Shane pulled me back a little behind the others.

"Guess date attempt number 2 isn't working out too well either." He sighed. I could tell he was disappointed.

"Yeah, well." I shrugged. "At least we're with our friends this time." I said hoping to cheer him up a bit. He laughed and wrapped his arm around me. I borrowed Nicky's pea coat, as my puffy winter jacket simply did not go with the dress. He didn't seem bothered by the cold air.

"You look… amazing by the way." He said softly.

"You might have mentioned it earlier with a 'wow'." I teased. He just smiled as we entered with everyone else.

Dinner passed pleasantly and we all were excited to go home and wait for the ball to drop. Caitlyn and I blasted the stereo as Mr. & Mrs. Grey weren't there for the night. They must really trust us if they were leaving us alone. Then again, the guys were all 18. Really, they were leaving a 16 and a 17 year-old girl home alone with 3 older guys. We danced around Shane's living room, with the guys laughing at us. Eventually Jason began dancing with us. Shane and Nate were content to watch their girlfriends dance. Shane admitted later that he was afraid to dance with me. He didn't want to risk something awkward occurring.

As the time drew closer to the ball dropping, we turned off the radio and squished ourselves on to the couch. Jason sat on the floor between Caitlyn and I while our boyfriends flanked us on either side. Shane's hand was grasped tightly in mine as we waited.

"10...9...8..." We counted, gaining volume. "7...6...5...4...3...2...1...HAPPY NEW YEAR!" We all screamed. Caitlyn and I hugged then we kissed Jason's cheeks at the same time. Then we kissed our boyfriends while Jason shook his head, eyes glued to the TV.

After calling all of our parents, and Nicky and Kevin, we all headed to bed. I was surprised when Shane suggestion the sleeping arrangements.

"Maybe, Caitlyn and Mitchie should take my bed. Jason can sleep in Kevin's room, Nate can take the guest room, and I'll sleep in my parents room." Caitlyn and Nate seemed disappointed.

"Why?" I asked confused.

"Because." Was his only answer. He kissed me quickly, mumbling good night and heading into his parents room.

I told Caitlyn to go sleep with Nate in the guest room as we got changed for bed. "I promise we can share one of our beds tomorrow night if you really want." I teased. After changing, I went down to Shane's parents room, knocking on the door and opening it slowly. "Shane?" I said.

He lifted his head off the pillow he'd been resting it on. I noticed he was laying on top of the covers in only his boxers. He hadn't bothered to grab pajama pants from his room before storming off. I sat on the end of the bed, fairly away from him.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.

"Nothing." He dropped his head back down. The only light in the room was coming from the small crack I'd left in the door. It sent a beam of light right up on to his face.

"Something." I argued. "Just tell me." I said edging closer. "Please?"

"I don't want to tell you." He said quietly. That hurt to hear him say.

"Oh, I'll… I'll leave you alone." I quickly stood up and returned to his room alone. As soon as I closed the door and dropped on to the bed, the door opened again, revealing Shane looking even more agonized than he had.

"Mitchie…" He sighed. "I just, don't want to freak you out, okay?"

I shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. "It's fine, Shane. Whatever. You don't have to tell me everything." I forced out, trying to keep my anger and hurt out of my voice.

"You don't get it, Mitchie!' He exclaimed, startling me a bit. He sighed deeply and fell back on the bed. "I don't want to weird you out or anything. You do that to yourself enough." He huffed. "If I tell you what's wrong, you're gonna blush and then go running to the guest room and make Nate come in here or go to Nicky's room and sleep there, and I don't want you to do that, because I don't want things to be awkward between us!" He was getting really worked up and so was I.

"You don't know that, Shane. Believe me, I've got over a lot of awkwardness between us that you never noticed!" I yelled back at him.

He had to challenge me. "Like what?" He asked sitting up, very curious.

"Like the first night we slept together," I paused, mentally noting how weird that sounded. "You decided to drop your head against me when I mentioned your hair. Do you know how weird that was to have your face smushed into my chest? It's different when a girl does it. Where as a guy is basically burying his face in the girl's boobs!" I yelled, frustrated.

"That bothered you?" He asked quietly. I shrugged, suddenly uncertain.

"A little, but then you just moved your head and acted like it was nothing."

"Now I'm really not telling you." He decided standing up.

"Shane!" I yelled. "No, tell me." I demanded.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Shane." I warned. "Just tell me!" I practically screamed.

"Because I want you!" He screamed back almost instantly.

I paused at his words, looking at him confused. "What?"

"Nothing, forget it." He shook his head, attempting to leave again. I grabbed his wrist stopping him.

"Explain that, please?" I asked softly. When I felt him relaxing against my hold, I pulled him back to sit on the bed.

"I don't think us sharing a bed is such a good idea tonight." He explained slightly. "Any night, for that matter, at this point. When I saw you in your bra the other day, that had me on edge to begin with. Then tonight, you looked, so damn sexy." He practically moaned falling back once again. I smiled slightly at him. "I don't think I can keep my self from touching you in ways I shouldn't. That's why I didn't dance with you earlier, either." My mouth formed a really big 'O'.

"Like, what?" I'd asked timidly.

He laughed. "That, I'm not telling you." He replied.

"Shane," I grabbed his hand, "This is our last night to be together like this for a while. I'm sure it'll be fine. Please?"

He looked unsure, but he nodded anyway. After changing into pajama pants in the bathroom, he joined me in the bed. I'd had my back to him when he climbed in, so he slipped his arm around my waist and held me tightly to him. I laced our fingers together as we silently fell asleep. Nothing awkward happening at all.

The next day the 5 of us packed what needed to be packed and had a quick breakfast before saying good-bye. On the plane, Shane, Jason and I sat in one row, while Caitlyn and Nate were behind us. Shane and I had been feeling bad, as they always got stuck with Jason and never us.

That night when Mom and Dad asked how it was, Caitlyn and I both blushed and smiled as much as we could. "Amazing." We answered honestly.