My list of lame excuses: My computer had a mean virus and needed cleaning, I was being a lazzy ass! And lastly, I had major writers block! Sorry it took my almost two months to put this out there.. but on the bright side, my computer is working again! YAY.
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Song used in this chapter: The only exception by Paramore. I do not own anything but my plot at own characters. Have fun kiddies! (: Dont forget to review...
As winter was brutally coming, the holidays were coming and going. Thanksgiving came and went. As I lay in bed I let my mind think back to that night, previously from the big Thanksgiving dinner.
Mitchie was out on her balcony, notebook and guitar in her hands. She was humming a beautiful tune. Her fingers strum lightly onto the strings, fitting the words with the tune. Her hair was pined up half up half down, letting small curls fall lightly onto her small shoulders.
Her eyebrows lightly tugged together as she bit down on her lip, tapping her fingers on her notebook, trying to figure out the next line for her song. I've only heard Mitchie sing once and it's because she didn't know I was listening. I ask her to play me something but she's too shy to let anyone hear her. She told me once, her friend, Caytlin, had signed her up for open mic night, and once Mitchie took a look at the crowd she choked and ran out, crying.
I told her that I wasn't going to judge her and if she messed up, to pick up right were she messed up. But her fear is all in her head. I mentioned that I had already heard her sing that one night, thinking it would get her to sing in front of me, but she blushed and was embarrassed.
I stepped out and silently closed the door behind me, I chuckled slightly as Mitchie's cheeks tinted red because she getting so frustrated. She looked up and her eyes softened up and gave me a small meaningful smile. She motioned for me to cross over and take a seat. I proceeded to hop over as she put her guitar down and closed her note book.
"So what are you working on? Writing a new song?" I asked as I got comfortable.
"Don't you like this weather? It's a sad gray but its so comfortable and welcoming because it's not too chilly but not summer hot!" she said looking up the sky. I took a look and it was so gray it looked like it was going to pour any second but Mitchie was out here beating the odds and taking a risk.
"I like it. It's very comforting, in a strange way I can't help but have a reason to smile when it's raining outside. It's like a way of bringing up my mood. Most people hate the rain but I find it soothing, just not when it's a thunderstorm. I can't stand the roar, and the light shuts off at the most random moments." She says as she extends her arms real high and sighs deeply.
"You sure are something, Mitch. Your not like most girls out there, you think outside the box and come up with your own theories, you read books instead of magazines, you aren't afraid of letting out whatever is on your mind, even if it is at a random moment."
"Maybe I'm just random. Who likes to be like everyone else in the crowd? I stand out in a good, positive way. It took me hell of a long time to get where I am now, but I don't look back with regrets. I survived because god had big plans for me. I'm not saying that my friends deserved to die; I wish they were still here on earth, I just believe I was put here for a reason I have yet to discover." She said and I nodded understanding what she was meaning. A comfortable silence was surrounding us, as she hummed lightly, then she had a sudden out burst and quickly scribbled down something. After she was done she smiled so big I thought her face was going to rip in half!
"I finished. This is unbelievable. I've spent a few hours on this song and I don't even feel like burning it!" She said proud of herself. I laughed when she hugged herself and gave her back a little pat.
"Can I hear it?" I asked, slightly pouting. She seemed like she was about to give in but fear flashed threw her eyes and she shook her head.
"I can't, I'm sorry. I have a phobia of singing in front of people. I can't even sing in front of my family!" She explained.
"Please, Mitch. I won't say a word, I wont even look at you, ill stare at you playing the whole time! I promise. Trust me." I begged giving her my best puppy dog eyes and cute little pout. She smiled and giggled, and that's how I got MItchie Torres to sing in front of me.
She grabbed her guitar and began to strum the first few notes. She closed her eyes and hummed as the words started to spill from her mouth and a sweet harmony erupted from her.
When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist
But darlin'
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
She opened her eyes and I looked up and we locked eyes my breath hitched to my throat as I knew what had inspired her to write this song. And that inspiration was sitting in front of her, taking the words to heart.
Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm content
With loneliness
Because none of it was ever worth the risk
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
She wasn't only scared of letting my in but she was also fooled. She didn't know what love was.
I've got a tight grip on reality, but I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving in the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
[X2]
And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, and I'm on my way to believing
At that end note I realized that she was tired of being fooled, she was tired of fake love and getting hurt…
I needed to not only tell this broken girl that I was better at controlling myself but I have to show her that she's taking me back to the old person I once was.
"Mitchie-…" I began but I couldn't find the right words to say to her.
"Something's are better left unsaid." She told me and smiled. I smiled ten times bigger.
Thanksgiving night, Mitchie was undeniably gorgeous,(profile for outfit.) the timid lighting reflected her caramel skin nicely and her hair was pinned perfectly. She greeted everyone and I was last. She gave me a warm hug, and lightly pecked my cheek.
"You look nice pop star." She said as my mother called her name and she retreated to the kitchen. My mother was a fond of Mitchie and right now she was gushing about Mitchie being such an adorable young lady she was. I smiled at Mitchie's modesty. When dinner was being placed on the table we started saying grace and Mr. Torres had something special for Mitchie.
"Mitch, I actually have a big surprise." He spoke as he looked at the front door secretly.
"Dad…? What are you talking about? I didn't get you anything, I feel bad." She said as she pouted slightly. She was sitting across me and I couldn't help but find myself staring at her. She was just so breathe taking.
He chuckled along with everyone, "Sweetie, it's a surprise for the family, and may I warn the Gray's for the loud screeching we are about to hear… in about two seconds?" Everyone was confused and then we heard the front door slam shut. Mitchie's eyes widen as she heard the girls voice.
"Michelle Lina Torres, where are you!?" Mitchie jumped out her seat so fast and in the next few seconds we heard a big thump. The rest of us were shocked and confused. Mr. Torres explained to us that this was normal when they had Caitlyn Gellar over, she was like their adoptive daughter. Mitchie's brother's rushed out to the living room to see the famous Caitlyn. Once they had their little greeting everyone began filing into the kitchen, a chair was being put in between Ryan and Nate, and Caitlyn introduced herself to us being polite. I couldn't help notice the way Nate looked at Caitlyn, it's the same way I look at Mitchie. Caitlyn seemed to like my brother because they began to chat to themselves, and have a side conversation, like everyone in the table.
As everyone ate, we started to get to know one another; Caitlyn goes to school in Boston, majoring in performing arts as a producer. She was the only child of Martin and Ellis Gellar. She knew of our band but wasn't a fan. She liked our sound but wasn't a big fan. She and Mitchie knew each other from a camp they went to when they were in their early teens. It was a music camp and they became pen pals. Caitlyn visited in the summer saying it was better than staying home alone. Her parents traveled a lot and let Caitlyn to her self when she was at an early age. Her parents raised her till she was old enough to go to middle school. Then it was nanny after nanny. Nate paid real attention fascinated by her.
At the end of the night, my family and I went home. I quickly grabbed Mitchie and took her out in the hall I hugged her and told her she looked great. Quickly giving her a small peck on the lips, I winked and walked back to the living room, saying my goodbyes.
Mitchie's name was constantly falling off my lips. I started to get annoying and I was being hit with pillows and such plenty of times to shut my mouth up.
When my parents called my brothers and me in the kitchen for a short family meeting, I thought they were going to tell us that we were fired from our record company and we won't be able to tour and make new albums any more. But the news they had for us was more unexpected that I thought.
"Boys, as you know, we moved here because we needed to get away from the spotlight. Shane, it looks like your not acting up anymore." My dad said. I frowned and ignored his glare.
"Well, dad and I decided it was a good idea to start going to the studio again and record a few songs and start making another album!" My mom said happily. We all had our mouths open from the news.
"Are you serious?" Nate said, happy tears forming around his eyes.
"Yes, we bought a recording studio 45 minuets away from here and you all get a copy of the key. Make sure to lock up and but the security code in before leaving." Dad said sternly. We all cheered and got our keys.
I took my key and headed over to the Torres'. I knocked on the door and Mitchie answered it. I took her hand and began pulling her. She was confused and tried to get away from my embrace. I shoved her in my car and I got in. I began to drive and she started to babble about me being rude and what not.
50 minutes later we arrived at the studio.
"What's this?" She asked. I put my finger to my lips and motioned her to follow. We walked down the narrow hallway and stopped at a door.
"Mitchie, it's your time to shine." I opened the door and let her see our instruments and the mic. Her eyes glowed with happiness. She turned to me and hugged me tightly and even kissed me. It was soft but with it's bit of roughness.
I was giving the girl of my dreams that one chance out of a million.
The next chapter will be up... Some time in the future! (: