I have a really legitimate excuse for not updating. My laptop was being slow and retarded so I like had to take it to some technology fixing shop to get it fixed because I refuse to call someone and fix it over the phone and so….yeah. it took them like a week just to fix it which made me mad but whatever. So yeah. That's why I took so long. Cheerleading has something to do with that and I kinda like sprained my wrist….sorry you guys): please forgive me(:
Arranged Love
"So Shane, did Mitchie ever tell you about her amazing vocal chords?" Ella questioned with a sly smile as I uncomfortably looked down at my food.
Okay, so maybe I did leave out the itsy bitsy part of my life where I explained that I loved to sing and write music. I've been playing the guitar and piano ever since I could walk but I never really let anyone hear me sing. I had a severe case of stage fright. Of course I thought my hidden talent was irrelevant to our current situation so I never said anything about it.
"You sing?" Shane asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.
"Ever since I could talk," I replied, which was 100% true.
"Can I hear you sometime?" Shane asked with hope. I couldn't possibly resist that smile and those big brown eyes.
"What better time than the present?" I mentally cursed Ella as she stood up and smoothed down her dress.
"I wouldn't want to interr-"
"Sweetie its fine. The dinner can go on without you," Connie reassured, practically shooing us away. As we made our way out of the banquet hall, Ella clapped with glee.
I sat down at the piano bench in the main living room, running my fingers along the keys as Shane sat next to me, watching my technique.
"I'm gonna mess up," I whined as Ella pushed the record button on her phone.
"Shut up and play!" Ella demanded as I settled fully into the seat, closed my eyes, and hummed for exactly three seconds.
Jesus, I must confess, that in all my loneliness. I've forsaken and I've sinned, leaving fragments of a man so broken. I could tell what I've done. Or I should tell you where I went wrong? Well the more that I start to play, my decieveful evil ways, have been growing stronger by the day.
Oh lord, have mercy on my soul! For I have walked a sinful road. So I'm gonna get down on my knees. Beg forgiveness to hell set me free. Lord, have mercy on me please.
More the merry full of grace, in my weakness I've lost faith. I've been careless and I have been warned, and the devil inside me is torn, God bless the man that I have scorned.
Oh lord, have mercy on my soul! For I have walked a sinful road. So I'm gonna get down on my knees. Beg forgiveness to hell set me free. Lord, have mercy on me please.
So, don't let me fool around no more! Send your angels down to guide me through that door! Well, I've gone and confessed my regrets, and I pray I'm not hell in content, I'm so lost and I need your help to repent.
Oh lord, have mercy on my soul! I'm begging, I'm pleading, I need you, and want you to know. So down upon my knees, oh lord I need forgiveness, I need forgiveness, from you….
I took a deep breath after I had held the last note for about ten seconds. My fingers left the keys as I sighed and closed my eyes and hummed for three more seconds. Ella ended the video and looked at me in awe, Shane doing the same thing.
"I want food," Ella walked out of the room, leaving Shane and I together, him with his mouth agape and me with nervousness building up in my system. Had I really been that bad?
"Never in all of my 21 years of life have I ever heard a voice like that," Shane gushed as I blushed and ducked my head. "Professional artists have tried to cover that song and failed miserably but you were perfect!"
"Well, if you took away music, I wouldn't have much of a reason to live," I said honestly, as Shane's eyes sparkled with interest.
"The signs of a true artist," Shane whispered, giving me a small smile. "I wanna hear one of your songs."
"And I want you to cut your hair," I urged, looking up at him with a smirk as he rolled his eyes.
"If I cut my hair when we get back to LA, you have to sing me two of your songs and try out for the Pom team or whatever," Shane negotiated as I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest.
"Why do I have to try out for Pom?"
"To make my publicist happy. Deal?" Shane asked, stretching out his right hand for me to shake. I bit down on my lower lip as an idea popped into my head like a new text message.
I looked up at his smooth lips and remembered kissing him in the limo on the way to that charity even thing, then kissing him on the beach and how my body had exploded with fireworks just at his touch. I wanted to feel that again and I wanted him to like kissing me. I just wanted him to like me period, in the way that I liked him.
"Deal," I seductively whispered before the closing the small space between us and molding our lips together. I didn't even protest when his tongue parted my lips and he began to explore every inch of my mouth. My hands passionately fisted into the hair at the back of his neck and my body lit on fire as he grabbed my hips and pulled me even closer into him. I wanted him so bad. Is it possible that I was falling for a man, four years older than me, that I'm being forced to marry?
*Arranged Love*
I awoke in the middle of the night, unable to sleep any longer. The rest of the house was completely silent, meaning everyone was enjoying their peaceful slumber. The dinner party had ended about four hours ago and Shane and I had kissed about five hours ago. My mind was racing and all I could think about was Shane and kissing him and singing and Shane. I rose from my bed and decided to go on a quick walk in the garden downstairs so I could clear my head. If that didn't work, I was resorting to warm milk.
I slipped out of my room, trying very hard not to wake anyone up. Ella and Shane were both on this floor and Ella was not the best person to mess with in the morning. I stopped when I saw light flooding through Shane's door. I guess there was someone else awake…
I slowly pushed his door open to find him sitting on his bed with sheet music spread all around him. I picked up a piece and read the lyrics:
You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing.
I need to find you, I gotta find you.
"Those are really beautiful lyrics," I complimented, taking a seat next to him.
"Thanks but it won't ever get recorded or released or anything," Shane spat, a faraway look in his eye.
"Why? The song would go double platinum the first week its out," every girl wanted to hear those magical lyrics; they wanted to hear that they were the inspiration to a guy. It was just what girls liked to hear.
"Our record label only lets us record stuff that they think will sell. This song wouldn't be qualified as one of them. It's like they take our music, auto tune it, give it some stupid dancing beat, and then sell it. It's not even our music anymore," Shane explained, putting his pencil down.
"Well if it makes you feel any better, I know one girl that would buy that song," I said with a smile, slightly nudging him then giggling.
He chuckled along with me and I smiled upon realizing what had just happened. Shane and I had just had our first uninterrupted moment and it had felt good.
"I don't care if we fry our phone bills. I swear to call everyday and we'll Skype every single night," Ella promised, wrapping her arms around me as my tears soaked into her gray Oxford hoodie.
"Yeah and then you have to come and visit for Thanksgiving and definetly Christmas," I said, trying to control my tears. Ella said she would be crying right now but she had her morals about crying in public.
"Totally, and don't worry about your first official day of high school tomorrow. Everyone will love you," Ella said, lightly hitting my arm as she let me go.
"Flight 256 to LAX is boarding," an animated voice said over an intercom as Ella grabbed her suitcase and sighed.
"England is so far away," I choked out as Ella smiled and flipped her hair.
"At least they speak American there," I giggled along with my parents and Shane as she went to hug the rest of them.
"Take care of my sister. Or I will grill your balls," Ella warned, pointing a finger at Shane before turning around and heading to her boarding dock. She hated it when people felt the need to turn around and just hug everyone again. It just made goodbyes harder than they already are.
Working on next one now(: