At first, it was the beep that hit me. Continuously, it was 'beep, beep' for a long, long time. It was so ridiculously familiar, but not at the same time.

And then, I opened my eyes, and groaned as the bright white light hit my eyes. I looked around. To my left, was a screen that showed zig-zag lines going up and down.

And then it hit me. The zig-zag lines were my heart rate, and the beeping sound was my heart beat.

I was in a hospital.

I tried to get up, but there was an IV sticking in my arm, so I stayed that way.

I tried to raise my head up to get a good look of the room.

Here's one thing. You know how in movies when you're in a hospital the room's small and white, kind of like what you're imagining in your head right now?

Well, this room was large, and painted royal blue, and there were flower baskets, presents, cards all over the place.

I smiled, thinking of Shane and his money spending habits.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. I craned my neck to see a nurse come in.

She gasped loudly as she saw me awake.

"Sorry," she said, "I wasn't expecting to see you awake. Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I said, surprised how scratched my voice sounded.

"This might be too soon," she said, "but would you like too see your visitors? They have been waiting for 2 days"

"Sure," I said.

"Okay. The doctor will be here soon," she said, and went outside.

I looked at the door anxiously, waiting for Shane. To my surprise, it was my parents.

"Mom! Dad!," I cried.

"Mitchie!," said my mom, running towards me.

My dad chose to walk slowly, and observe the flowery mess.

"Honey! Are you alright?" asked my mother.

"I feel completely fine. It's not like anything happened," I said, trying my best to remember if that guy had hurt me anywhere.

"That's good. We were so worried. When Shane called to tell us about you, I panicked,"

"Wait. Shane called?"

"Oh yes he did. And we met him too. He was so worried. All the time he kept on asking the doctor if you were fine or not. He hasn't even slept since he got here,"

"Mom, if you don't mind, can I see him?"

"Of course I don't mind honey,"

"Dad?" I questioned.

"He's a good lad," he said, and walked out.

"It's okay honey," said my mom, "He doesn't want to cry in here. He knows that will upset you,"

"Okay," I whispered.

My mom kissed my forehead and left the room. I waited for Shane to come in.

The door opened, and Shane came in. He looked like a mess. His eyes were red and puffy, his hair was ruffled, and there were bags underneath his eyes.

"Shane?" I questioned.

"Mitchie," he whispered. He walked towards me. I don't know how, but I felt like I knew how he was feeling.

"Lie down next to me," I said.

He carefully got into the bed with me, and out his arm around me.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey,"

"You okay?"

"Yeah. It's just that I've never been so worried before,"

"About what Shane? That guy didn't hurt me or anything. Don't you know that?"

"I don't know Mitchie,"

"What?" I said, getting angry. Why couldn't he understand that I was fine? Why was he torturing himself so much?

"Why are you deliberately hurting yourself?" I asked, "Why can you not relax? Why are you still so worried,"

"Mitchie, tell me, if you were a guy, and you were talking to your brother, and then his girlfriend would come rushing in and tell you that your girlfriend is getting attacked, what would you do? If you went rushed to her to save her, and searched for her but you couldn't find her, what would you do? If you heard a blood curling scream of your girlfriend's voice, what would you do? If you ran to her, and then found her naked with a naked man on top of her about to rape her, what would you do? If you saved her, but then she passes out for two days, what would you do?"

I didn't know what to say. So I cried, thinking about how much trouble I had caused to others.

"Sshhh," he said, stroking my hair, "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. It's just that, I was so worried,"

"But I'm fine now, right?" I said in between my sobs.

"Yeah," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be. You didn't do anything,"

"But I made everyone worry. It is all my fault. Why did I take a walk so late in the night?"

"Hey," he said looking in my eyes, "It. is. not your. fault. You're the victim here, Mitch. Don't blame yourself unnecessarily,"

"Okay," I said, finding warmth and comfort in his words.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

xXx

Nate's POV

Mitchie is doing much better now. Surprisingly, she was discharged the next day.

"It's not like anything happened," she said.

I don't know why, but something didn't seem right. Mitchie and Shane were both acting awkward around each other.

I would be sitting on the couch in the bus, and then Shane would come in and try to write something, and if Mitchie happened to pass by, then he would get all tense and distract himself - or pretend to be distracted.

Like this morning when he had no escape around him, he contented himself by staring at me, and smiling.

That was weird.

And this kept on going the whole day, until I got frustrated and pulled Caitlyn to the side.

"Do you know...,"

"No," she said simply. "She won't tell me, and I will not ask"

I felt a little disappointed, but understood her. Mitchie was in a difficult stage now, and it would be wrong to demand things from her.

So that night, when I had time, I went to the back of the bus.

The back of our bus is kind of strange. The top covering ends at the end of our bunks, but the floor keeps going on, making a balcony kind of thing at the back. We usually keep that door locked, but tonight, I just felt like going there.

I sat there for a long time, thinking.

"I didn't know that you had this,"

I jumped a little, but calmed down to see Mitchie standing there.

"Really? You can see this from outside,"

"Oh," she said and sat next to me, "The stars look beautiful. It's funny how the bus is moving and the stars are not,"

"Yeah," I said, "When I was young, I would always come here when Zac would do something bad. Then, Shane would come and talk to me,"

"What would you guys talk about?"

"I don't know. Stuff. You see, Zac saw something in Shane that made his mind go crazy. Shane could sing, he could dance, girls in our school were crazy about him...He was just, talented in every way. I loved Shane, but a lot of times, I would envy him too. I wanted to be him. No matter how many times he would say that his life was nothing but hell, I still wanted to live in it,"

"I see," she said, "I know exactly how you feel. There is this girl in my school called Tess. She's T.J. Tyler's daughter. Even though she's a bitch, I still envy her sometimes. She's rich, has buys all over her all the time, and best of all, she enjoys it. I'm really happy right now, but sometimes, I wish I was her,"

"Tess Tyler? Shane dated her once, I think. But he had the hollywood fever then, so I don't think he remembers her,"

"Nate, I don't know if my opnion matters here, but I'm glad that you are you. If you were in Shane's place, then I wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't have Caitlyn wither,"

"That's exactly what I think too. Mitchie, what happened with Shane? I know this is kind of blunt, but you just relieved this jealousy I had in me from the past 10 years. And if there is something I can do to help you now, I wanna do it,"

"I don't know Nate. We're just kind of awkward around each other. I kind of apologized to him for causing everyone trouble. I just want him to know that I'm fine,"

"Are you really?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've just had your dignity taken away from you. A guy other than Shane saw you naked, and kissed you, and was about to rape you. Are you really fine?"

And then something happened. She just stared at me, wide eyed. I guess the horror of the situation just hit her.

Mitchie's POV

I was shocked. I was...in pain. And then I realized how awful Shane must've felt. I gave him pain. I made him feel pain worse than mine. I was the bad guy here, not the person who tried to rape me.

"Oh god," I said, "Oh god. OH GOD!," I screamed as I began to cry.

Then, I felt someone wrap their arms around me.

"It's okay," said a voice, that I recognized as Shane's.

"Shane!," I said as I pulled him closer to me.

"He touched me Shane! He tried to rape me," I screamed.

"I know beautiful. I promise you, I'll make him pay for this,"

"I wanna go home, Shane. I don't want to be here. I want to be with my mom. And my dad. I don't even know if they love me anymore. Shane tell me. Do you still love me? It's okay if you hate me, you know...,"

I was silenced by his kiss on my lips. I pulled away and looked in his eyes.

"I love you," he said, "No matter what. I will love you,"

He said it with so much passion, that I began to cry again.

"Ssshhhh," he said, hugging me again.

"Stop the bus," said Shane suddenly.

I raised my head up and saw him looking at Nate.

"On it," he said and walked away.

A couple of seconds later, I felt the bus stop.

"We're staying here tonight," he said, nodding towards a motel.

Before I could say anything, he picked my up and carried me outside. We went inside the motel, but Shane didn't let go of me. I then saw Jason pull out his wallet on the cash register and say, "Do you by any chance have a honeymoon suitish room?"

Nate came in and smacked him on the head.

"The best room you have," he said, handing the person Jason's credit card.

The guy on the desk gave us all weird looks and did his thing.

He then handed Nate the recipt and led us all to a door.

Shane opened it with the key, and carried me in.

"One second beautiful," he said putting me down, and walking towards the door.

He shut it, and I heard groans from everyone outside.

"There is no way I'm letting you all stay here tonight," he yelled, "I got some catching up to do with my girlfriend,"

He winked at me, and I blushed.

"So," I said still standing.

"Come here," he said, lying down on the bed.

I ran and jumped on him.

"Easy there," he said, tickling me.

I began to laugh really hard, and tickled him back.

Soon, we both were sort of wrestling, and Shane was winning. Currently, I was on top of him, and I was trying to hold his hands down.

"Babe. What're you trying to do?"

"I'm trying to gain control of your hands," I said.

"Okay," he said.

I struggled some more, then gave up. I lay down next to him and stared at him.

"Make love to me," I said, suddenly.

"Mitchie...," he said.

"No!," I said, tears filling up my eyes, "I can still feel him Shane. It was so nice before. We made love, and I felt so much closer to you. I knew how you were feeling. I love you Shane. And after what happened, our connection broke. I want it back Shane. I love you. I don't want to be so far apart from you again. I love you Shane! Make love to me!"

He said nothing, and smiled.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing. It's just that you look really adorable when you're all huffed up"

I glared at him.

"Of course beautiful. I'll make love to you. Anything for you,"

He pulled me, and planted his lips on mine. At first, I was nervous. It was like my first time again. But then, I looked in his eyes, and slowly gave myself to him.