Wow, we're updating early? So strange! Actually, no it's not. Next week, we have a kind of busy week, so we're going to update now. Also, we've decided that we are interested in doing a sequel, so we kind of want to speed up the process just a bit, so we'll probably be having two or three updates a week (depending on the week of course) so we are starting that today, on this lovely Friday, or Satuday for those of you where it's morning. We're not going to name any names, *cough* Lucy *cough*, but we know we have some readers that are 12+ hours ahead of us.

So, in case you guys didn't catch that, yes, we're interested in doing a sequel with another writer. We don't know what it will be about though. It's literally in the idea stage of writing. Tianna was just walking through the hall, thinking "Hmm...I wonder if we could do a sequel to Speak Now" and when she talked to Aden about it, it started being formed into an idea. We have another author jumping on board with us and we're thinking that we may just have to send her some of the files so she can read ahead and know what is happening in this story so she can help us with the next story. That's another reason why the updates are going to increase. Aden still likes the fact that we're asking for reviews and receiving reviews, so thank you all! You guys are the best people ever!

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"So…where'd you and Emily go during Caitlyn and Nate's lip-lock last night?" I asked Shane the next day on the bus.

"We just went to talk. I'm sorry I missed the rest of your set," Shane apologized. I nodded and sat beside him.

"What did you guys talk about?" I asked innocently. Shane stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I felt my heart fall at the action, but I quickly masked it.

"Just some stuff. You ready for your interview for HotTunes tomorrow?" he asked, pulling out some bread and the peanut butter and jelly. I glared at him slightly for the abrupt change in topic, but I didn't comment on it.

"Yeah. They called me to ask about performing a song on their show tomorrow," I said. The bus felt really quiet. That was probably because Nate, Caitlyn and Jason were all hanging out in the back room. I had been hanging out there with them until I finally decided to go looking for Shane.

"And you said yes?" he asked, glancing up at me.

"Of course," I said, a small smile playing on my face.

"Have you thought about the label's offer?" he asked. I remembered the call I had gotten the day after Caitlyn's runaway incident. They had called and offered me a record deal to record with them and get my debut album out there once the tour was over.

"I have and I think I'm going to take it. It's an amazing offer and I don't want to wait for someone else to offer me a deal," I said quietly. He took a seat at the table and began wordlessly eating his sandwich. I got up and walked over to the table. I quietly made myself half of a sandwich and sat next to him. He quickly stood up and walked over to the couch, still eating his sandwich.

"What, do I stink or something?" I joked lightly.

"No, why would you ask me that?" he asked, sitting on the couch and flipping on the television. I bit my lip lightly.

"Because…I sat on the couch and you got up…and then I came over to sit by you and you walked away again," I pointed out.

"You're imagining things," he said, not looking back at me. I felt my heart fall a little more. What was up with him?

"No I'm not. Something's up with you Shane," I said quietly, but he still heard.

"Nothing's up with me," he said. I rolled my eyes and walked out to Nate's chair and sat in it. Shane looked at me pointedly.

"You're following me around like a lost puppy. Are you sure it's not you that something's up with? Didn't you eat like…a half hour ago? Sometimes, I swear you're a bottomless pit Mitchie," he stated, glancing at my sandwich. I felt my stomach twist unpleasantly. I looked down at my half eaten sandwich and felt sick. I quickly folded my sandwich up and stood up. I walked over and threw it in the garbage. I knew he didn't mean anything by it, but his words cut through me worse than anything he could have told me.

"Mitchie?" he called as I wordlessly entered the bathroom. I locked the door and pressed my back against the wall. I felt my stomach twist unpleasantly again. I felt my food make its way back up, but as I threw myself to the toilet, it immediately settled. I felt it twist and settle a second time. And a third.

"Fuck it," I said quietly. I knew what I was about to do was one of the worst possible things to do, but I couldn't stop myself as I brought two fingers to my mouth. I thought quietly about everything I had learned as an inpatient at the Anna Westlin house. And then as soon as it was there, it was gone. I felt my stomach's contents rush back up and out of me. I moved my hand quickly to grasp the toilet as the pleasantly unpleasant burn of stomach acid burned my throat. I sighed in relief as the burn from Shane's comments were replaced with the physical burn in my throat. After what felt like an eternity of expelling any food from my system, I heard a knock on the door.

"Mitchie? Are you alright in there?" Jason asked through the door.

"Y-yeah," I croaked. I hadn't purged for two years and it felt oddly comforting and familiar in my constantly changing world.

"I heard you throwing up," he said.

"Mitchie was throwing up?" I heard Shane ask from the living room. Suddenly I heard the door handle jiggling. I stood up shakily and grabbed some toilet paper. I wordlessly wiped my mouth.

"Mitchie? Are you alright?" Shane asked. I ignored him and flushed the toilet. I looked at my pale face in the mirror and I immediately hated the reflection. I closed my eyes and turned around. I opened the door and saw my four friends looking at me with concern in their eyes.

"I'm fine," I said, my voice sounding very hoarse.

"Mitchie, your voice," Caitlyn said.

"It'll be fine. I promise," I said, looking directly at her. She narrowed her eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

"Come on Mitchie, how about you go lay down," Shane said. I shook my head and walked out to the living room area. I sat down at my normal spot and pulled my legs up. I felt somebody sit beside me and I immediately turned to tell them I was fine when I saw Jason's concerned eyes.

"Mitchie…what's going on?" he asked. I looked into his eyes as I felt the guilt of my actions start settling. I could do this to myself. I couldn't to this to them. I saw a small knowing glint in his eyes for a second, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone and replaced with nothing but concern.

"Nothing Jason. I'm just not feeling all that well," I said honestly. I really wasn't feeling well at that point. My body felt weak and the guilt was beginning to eat me.

"Is it some kind of flu?" Shane asked, taking a slight step back. My heart broke a little more at the subtle but noticed action.

"No…I…I don't know," I said, not wanting to admit what was going on.

"Come on. Let's go put you in bed. You wanna be ready for that interview tomorrow, don't you?" Jason asked, standing up. I looked at Shane who was looking at the floor.

"I…could Shane?" I asked quietly. Jason's eyebrows rose and he looked over at Shane. Nate and Caitlyn looked at Shane expectantly. Shane cleared his throat lightly.

"I'd like to Mitchie…but if it's a flu, I really don't want to catch it," he said. I felt my heart shatter. My boyfriend just said no to putting me, his "sick" girlfriend to bed because he didn't want to catch the flu...but he was willing to let his brother get sick. Caitlyn's jaw dropped lightly and Nate and Jason's eyes flared up with a fire that I'd never seen before. It looked…like…disappointment. Extreme disappointment. It was a more intense disappointment than I had ever seen in their eyes. It was worse than when Shane was a diva.

"Right, but you'd let Jason get sick?" Nate asked, acid in his tone. What had Shane done to deserve such treatment that Caitlyn and I didn't know about.

"Sorry," Shane mumbled.

"Can I talk to you Shane?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"I…I-I…" Shane stuttered, like he didn't want to be left alone with me, but Caitlyn, Nate and Jason all quickly left the room. I looked at him expectantly.

"What's up with you Shane?" I asked, my voice sounding extremely scratchy.

"Mitch…I want to tell you…I really do…but there are some things that need to be kept to myself," he said sternly. I felt my temper flare at his tone; so demanding and authoritive. He was acting like he was above me. I saw the cocky popstar in him begin emerging once again.

"Shane, I-" I began, but the bedroom door opened. I looked to see Nate looking at us awkwardly.

"Sorry you guys…the label set up an interview for us in the next city, so get dressed and prepared for it," Nate said.

"You couldn't have told them no?" I snapped. Nate flinched at my tone and I felt the guilt bubble up a bit. I ran my hands through my hair.

"Sorry Nate. Nevermind. I understand that you're just the messenger," I apologized. He nodded sympathetically and glared at Shane before he disappeared into the room.

"What's wrong Mitchie?" Shane asked as Nate left the room.

"Why can't you just tell me what's going on?" I asked. Shane ran his hands through his hair.

"I told you Mitchie. It's my business," he snapped.

"It's my business too!" I exclaimed.

"No, it's not," he said, trying to remain calm. I took two steps towards him and got right in his face.

"It is Shane! It's affecting our relationship, so it actually is my business," I stated. I felt my frustration with him start boiling over.

"Jeeze Mitchie! Would you just back off?" he yelled, pushing me back with a strong shove. I stumbled back and fell onto the couch, my head hitting the edge of a small end table, causing a lamp to crash to the floor and shatter. My eyes widened when I realized that if the couch had not been there, I could have easily been on the ground. I looked up at Shane in shock and horror as the reality of the situation became clear to me. He laid a hand on me. He had forced me to back off and in doing so, he took away some of my power.

"Who are you? Because you're not my boyfriend," I whispered. His eyes widened as the reality of the situation sunk into him as well. I watched as Jason and Nate came out of nowhere and pulled Shane away from me. Caitlyn, quickly rushed over to me. She pulled me up and ushered me to the bedroom. We got in and she quickly locked the door and turned to me.

"Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded, stunned that Shane would lay a hand on me.

"I will be."

I fidgeted in my seat as we waited for this interview to begin. I had decided that I hated interviews that were last minute. I had no idea what we were going to talk about, what I should say, all that jazz. Plus, the altercation with Shane was fresh on my mind. I saw the guys walking over towards me and I perked up slightly. Maybe we could work things out before the interview.

The guys all took their seats, Jason sitting next to me, then Nate, and then Shane on the other side. Guess not. I felt my heart fall and I looked at my hands as they fidgeted around.

"You okay Mitch?" Jason asked. I shook my head as I tried to hold back my tears. I was confused as to what was going on between Shane and I. I looked over at Jason to see all three guys looking at me. Shane was looking at me with concern. I quickly looked down again as I tried to rapidly gather myself before the interview started.

"Hello Connect 3 and Mitchie Torres!" I heard a voice call. I looked up and saw a short woman with blonde hair coming towards us. She had a beaming smile on her face that I quickly mirrored as she approached us.

"Hello," I said politely as the guys murmured their own greetings.

"I'm so sorry about how short notice this is. I just had to get you guys in though," she said, taking a seat across from us.

"That's okay Miss…" Jason trailed off, searching for a name.

"Oh, how silly of me! My name is Melissa Jaeger," she said. We all nodded and shifted in our seats to prepare ourselves for the interview.

"So…how's the tour so far?" she asked. I looked at the guys, and Nate immediately spoke up.

"It's been good. Every city that we've been to has been amazing," he said professionally.

"Yeah, you know, I think every city has something amazing to offer to each of us," Jason said. I was amazed at how calm and collected they seemed. Nobody would be able to tell that there was a huge conflict on the bus just thirty minutes before, unless you looked closely at the back of my head where there was a small gash from my head hitting the table. But it was their job to not let the public know the negatives of our lives; my job now too.

"Shane, what's it like to have your girlfriend on tour with you?" Melissa asked. I refrained from rolling my eyes. Of course, jump right to the juicy gossip.

"I've been really fortunate having Mitchie there. She brings a lot to the whole concert setting and whenever Mitchie is around, more so at the very beginning of the tour, but still now, whenever Mitchie is around, the people in the room seem to brighten up," Shane said. I glanced at him skeptically. Was this his lame attempt to apologize? I quickly turned my attention back to my hands.

"Mitchie, what's it like for you to travel with Connect 3?" she asked. I looked up and shrugged.

"I don't really see them as 'Connect 3' much anymore. I haven't for quite awhile now. I look at it as I'm just traveling the world with my best friends," I said, making sure that I gave no inclination that I was touched by Shane's previous compliment.

"Nate, what was with the lip-lock at the Chicago concert?" Melissa pried. I watched Nate turn a slight red as a smile came to his face.

"Yeah Nate. What was with the lip-lock?" I teased slightly. He turned to me with a huge grin on his face. I hadn't seen him smile that brightly since well before him and Ronnie began dating.

"Well, that song that Mitchie had sung that night was actually written by her new pianist and it had been written for me and I had actually liked this girl for quite awhile," he admitted.

"But up until a few weeks ago, you were dating Ronnie Phelps, Mitchie's former pianist," Melissa said. Nate nodded.

"Yeah, Ronnie and I were dating," he stated. Melissa seemed to accept that this was all she was going to get out of him, so she turned to me.

"So, is she your new pianist for good, or was that a one time only thing?" she asked.

"She is my new pianist. After Ronnie and Nate split, Ronnie had decided it would be best to leave the tour," I said, a small smirk playing on my lips.

"So, who is she?" Melissa asked.

"She is Caitlyn Torres," I said, a small smile playing on my face.

"Torres? Like you Mitchie? Any relation?" she asked. I nodded.

"She's my adoptive sister and my best friend," I said confidently.

"So what is it like to have her with you?" she asked.

"Having Caitlyn…is like having a life saver. Caitlyn is one of the best people I know and I am so overjoyed that she could be here on tour with me," I answered confidently.

"Yeah, Caitlyn is just one of those people who you can't help but love. She is like my sister and I know Shane feels the same way about her. But Caitlyn is one of the sweetest people on the planet and I'm so glad that I get to spend so much time with her," Jason answered. I smiled at his answer.

"So…what happened in New York?" Melissa asked, switching topics slightly. I looked over at the guys.

"What didn't happen in New York?" I asked, a small smile playing on my face.

"Yeah, a lot of things happened in New York," Nate said.

"What about the reports of you four bar hopping?" she asked.

"Totally and completely false," Shane said confidently.

"Yeah, it was actually that one of our friends had wandered off into New York and had gotten lost and lost her phone and so it took us forever to find her. We were seen going into bars because we were asking if anybody had seen her. We were only seen going into the bars by the media because that's where we weren't supposed to be," Nate said smoothly. I nodded and looked at Melissa.

"So…last question, Shane and Mitchie…how are things between you two?" she asked. I looked up at Shane slightly and saw his apologetic eyes.

"Things are pretty normal for us," I said, no smile playing on my face as the words came out. It was true. This was our new definition for normal. We weren't the happy couple that the world saw. No, now our relationship was confusing and a little scary.

"Spending time together, day and night, 24/7…that must be pretty hard on your relationship," Melissa said.

"Oh yeah, most definitely. Mitchie and I have our fair share of quarrels and there are times where I just want to get away, but I think it's made our relationship ten times stronger than it could have been had Mitchie not gone on tour with us," Shane said. I looked at my hands at his words.

"Yeah. I think it's definitely made our relationship stronger than it would have been." I responded, but the voice in my head wouldn't stop haunting me.

But that doesn't mean anything at this point.

My interview with HotTunes was quite similar to the one from the night before and I was just excited to play the song I had written the night before. Caitlyn and I had decided to stay with my band last night to prepare for the interview.

So there I stood, on the HotTunes stage where I had seen act after act stand. I heard Caitlyn talking to Jenna about something and I felt the urge to talk to them, but I refused to change my frame of focus. Shane was sitting backstage where I could see him. He looked excited to get to see me perform. It must have been...two months since he last saw a real performance. He wasn't able to just watch me from backstage usually because he would need to be getting prepared to perform. I turned my attention to the audience as everybody took their places. I watched a camera man point at the host.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mitchie Torres!" the host exclaimed, pointing towards me. On cue, my band immediately began playing. I began counting off the beats as I took a breath to get ready.

"I used to think one day
we'd tell the story of us
How we met and the
sparks flew instantly
People would say,
'they're the lucky ones'.

I used to know my place
was a spot next to you
Now I'm searching the room
for an empty seat
'Cause lately I don't even
know what page you're on." I looked up to see Shane who looked confused and worried. I looked directly at him so he would get the message. Our eyes locked and suddenly understanding passed over his face. I watched as he put his hand to his mouth which had fallen open. This was all for him. This was my letter to him.

"Oh, a simple complication
Miscommunications lead to fall out
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up I can't break through

Now I'm standing alone
In a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?
I don't know what to say
Since a twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us
Looks a lot like a tragedy now
Next chapter." I looked at Shane and saw the sadness in his eyes. I felt a bought of tears come to my eyes, but I quickly shook them away as my anger took over.

"How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously
pulling at my clothes
And trying to look busy
And you're doing your best to avoid me

I'm starting to think one day
I'll tell the story of us
How I was losing my mind
when I saw you here
But you held your pride
like you should have held me.

Oh, we're scared to see the ending
Why are we pretending this is nothing?
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud

Now I'm standing alone
In a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?
I don't know what to say
Since a twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us
Looks a lot like a tragedy now." I looked into Shane's eyes as the musical break came in. I knew he'd understand.

"This is looking like a contest
Of who can act like they care less
But I liked it better when
you were on my side
The battle's in your hands now
But I would lay my armor down
If you'd say you'd
rather love than fight

So many things that
you wish I knew
But the story of us
might be ending soon." I felt the tears begin falling as I threw my arms up in defeat.

"Now I'm standing alone
In a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?
I don't know what to say
Since a twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us
Looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now

And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?
I don't know what to say
Since a twist of fate
'cause we're going down
And the story of us
Looks a lot like a tragedy now
The End." I heard the audience begin cheering. I looked up at Shane's upset face and quickly wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Mitchie Torres everybody! Great job! Amazing!" the host said. I smiled weakly at the crowd and gave them a small wave.

I felt my heart beat faster than ever before as I approached Shane. I had received a text from him as soon as I was off stage telling me to meet him in front of the buses. I had quickly gotten free of their microphones and left as soon as I could. I saw him standing there, leaning against the bus. I knew that this was it. This would be a deciding moment in our relationship.

"Hey," I said quietly as I approached him. He didn't respond, he just looked at the ground. I felt my heart break. I knew where this was going. I felt my stomach twist unpleasantly. I looked down at my feet as I felt the tears threaten to fall.

"So this is it, huh?" I whispered.

"I just don't think this is working anymore Mitchie," he said quietly. I nodded and looked up at the sky, trying my hardest to keep from crying in front of him.

"Alright…then…I'm going to just get my stuff…and I'll go the rest of the way with my band," I said simply. Shane nodded, not looking at me. I quickly opened the door to the bus and ran to the back bedroom. I began throwing all of my stuff in my bag. I froze when I saw it. His t-shirt. I felt my tears finally break free. I softly placed it on the top of my suitcase and zipped it up quickly. I opened the bedroom door to see Shane, who looked like he was about to knock.

"S-sorry," he said.

"No, it's fine. It's your bus," I said. I quickly pulled my suitcase behind me as I made my way out to the living room.

"I'll just…go now," I said. I turned to open the door, but stopped. I turned back and looked at his slightly hopeful face. I would learn later that in that one moment, he would want me to fight him; to protest the break up.

"Caitlyn…she'll probably still stay with you guys. Nate is her boyfriend, so that's understandable. Don't give her too much of a hard time," I said before opening the door. I quickly ran off the bus and over to the band's bus. I opened the door and quietly walked in. Nobody was back yet. I walked over to the couch and laid down wordlessly. I felt my world come crashing around me. I thought back to my song and bit my lip.

"The End."

Oh my gosh! Smitchie is over? Whaaaaaaaaat? Yeah, we're aware that you all hate us now, but don't worry! We aren't even half way through the story yet! There's much, much, MUCH more to come. And because we love you all oh so much, we're going to give you a preview into the next chapter! :D

"What happened Mitchie?" Caitlyn asked, sitting by me.

"Shane dumped me," I mumbled.

"He what?" Jenna exclaimed.

S P E A K N O W

"Mitchie…we don't mean to pry, but…what is up with your sudden rebound?" Caitlyn asked.

"Why dwell on the asshole?" I asked.

S P E A K N O W

"Hey Mitchie. Ready for dinner? We're just having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches," Joey said.

"Shane used to always make dinner!" I wailed.

"Honey, Shane's not here," Caitlyn said.

"Shane used to call me honey!" I wailed.

"Mitchie!" Josh exclaimed.

"Shane used to call me Mitchie!" I wailed.

"That's your name you idiot!" Jasmine exclaimed.

S P E A K N O W

"He shoved you?" Joey asked.

"He laid a hand on you?" Josh asked.

"Yeah…I mean, it didn't hurt or anything. Just knocked me off my balance. And I was kind of getting in his face," I said, explaining the situation.

"Still, he shouldn't have touched you!" David exclaimed.

"I'm gonna kick his pretty little popstar ass," Joey threatened.

S P E A K N O W

"The bus was so bad without you!" Jason exclaimed.

"Come on Jason! Cut it out! We've got a sound check and we're already late!" I heard Shane snap.

"Ignore him. He just had a hard night," Nate explained.

"We had a pretty damn successful night. We wrote four songs thanks to Mitchie's extremely fragile emotional state," Josh said, fist bumping with Joey.

S P E A K N O W

"Hey. Caitlyn, Mitchie, shouldn't you guys be getting ready?" he asked.

"The concert doesn't start for another two hours, Shane," I stated.

"Right, but don't you wanna get dressed into some real clothes?" he asked, gesturing to my sweats and hoodie combination.

"Um…it doesn't take me very long to change, you know," I stated.

"Oh, you know, I just thought you'd want to put a little bit more effort into your outfit tonight. I mean, you're going to need to put the effort into your image tonight. I mean, you're a mess Mitchie. Besides, don't you wanna show that you're back on the market," Shane said, obviously uncomfortable about the idea of me trying to impress anybody.

S P E A K N O W

"I think you do. You've been acting strange for awhile now. Like…ever since we…you know," I said quietly.

"Could we just please forget that it ever happened? That was a mistake," he said harshly.

"Fine…it never happened," I said.

"Good. Now…go get all prettied up for your set," Shane instructed.

"She can do whatever she wants. She doesn't have to listen to you," Caitlyn said.

"Yeah. I don't have to listen to you. I never had to listen to you. And you know what…I take it back. It did happen. You can't just erase what happened. It happened. If you regret it, that's your choice. But this," I said, holding up the purity ring that now hung on a chain that was always tucked nicely under my shirt, "You can't erase giving me this. Sorry to burst your bubble, but it happened. You can't just hit the undo button. Life doesn't have an undo button Shane, you've just gotta live with your actions."

OH SNAP! The shit is about to hit the fan and we're all in for some trouble! Anyways, we're gonna make this short and sweet.

Tianna says thank you to everybody who wished her a happy birthday. "Lucy, thank you for wishing me a happy birthday 50,000,000,000 times!"

Aaaaaaaand...we're gonna go! Love you all!

xoxoxoxo

Tianna & Aden

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