Well, I will update even though I am not feeling the love for this story from the reviewers anymore. And, in all honesty, I think I might just be giving up on this story. Whatever the case is... I still have this chapter to present.
Disclaimer: I still don't own. Sorry.
"What did Jason want to talk about?" I asked, letting my nosiness get the absolute best of me. I had just gotten downstairs where the boys were eating breakfast when Shane dragged my arm. We went to the room where we seemed to spend all of our special moments.
"He wanted tips on keeping a long distance relationship," Shane confided in me, once the door to the computer was shut and locked. I smiled.
"You know, he kissed her the other night," I gossiped like a little kid. I was almost bubbling over with excitement.
"I know," Shane acted like a girl with a shrill voice; he even waved his hands around as if he was really excited about this. I rolled my eyes, and laughed all at the same time. Boys could be so childish.
"Anyway, he wanted to talk to you about relationships?" I asked, trying to figure out why he wanted me to leave. I didn't mind. Man, I was exhausted.
"Pretty much. We talked for about an hour," Shane said, obviously thinking back to that hour. Someone tugged, and tried to twist the doorknob.
"Shane, open this door," Denise said, struggling to open the locked door, "Your dad wants to take you guys to the arena a bit early to try a new set up or something."
Shane kissed my cheek before walking over to the door. He opened it. His mother looked completely exasperated.
"He'll be here in ten minutes," Denise said, as I was positive Shane was freaking out about how he would get ready over in the arena, "They have a bathroom there. Just pack what you'll need."
"Mitchie won't fit in a bag," Shane joked, as Denise smiled, shaking her head. I could feel a slight blush rising up in my cheeks.
"She doesn't need to be stuffed in a bag. He has plenty of seats in his car," Denise said, walking away. Shane looked at me, before his eyes glanced up to the clock above my head. His eyes got large, before he ran off. I laughed at his actions today.
My stomach growling brought me back to reality. I still hadn't eaten breakfast, and Mr. Gray would be here in ten – make that nine – minutes.
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"I can't do it. No way, no how," I said. Mr. Gray had taken Connect 3, Caitlin, and I into a conference room in the arena. We were seated around a large oak table with Mr. Gray at the head. He had made one, seemingly simple suggestion. However, I knew that the boys had to have something to do with this entire thing.
"Yes you can," Nate said, as Shane laid his hand on mine. I could feel my hand start to shake under his.
"But, you can't force her," Shane defended me. My insides were flipping more than they normally do when I seem to be around Shane; except his being wasn't making me nervous.
"He's right," Mr. Gray said, pointedly looking at Nate. His view switched to me, "It's her decision."
I could feel my hands clam up. Speaking of, they were still shaking. Shane tightened his grip around one of my hands. I had to physically think breathe in, breathe out. My thoughts were reeling. There was no way this was happening. I looked around the table, all eyes on me. My eyes locked on Mr. Gray.
"I'm sorry," I said, my jaw shaking. I shook my head, tears falling from my eyes. Shane got up from his own chair. He picked me up, and placed me in his lap. I curled into his chest.
"It's okay," Shane whispered, smoothing my hair. I could quietly hear some people leave the room. The tears started to subdue as the doors closed. I wasn't exactly sure what washed over me.
"I'm okay," I said, picking my head up from his chest. He rested his forehead against mine.
"No pressure. He didn't mean anything. You don't have to do anything," Shane said, his forehead still pressed against mine.
"I know," I whispered, barely hearing myself before retaining my voice, "Would it be possible to change my mind?"
"I don't know, Mitch," Shane sounded thoroughly concerned, and I understood the reasons why. But, something compelled me to do this. I wanted to do this.
"But, I want to," I said, moving away from his face. Shane still held me tightly in his lap. His face contained pure concern.
"You don't have to. You got really upset earlier," Shane pointed out facts. I nodded my head.
"Please don't make me worry you. I want this," I said, feeling motivated. I was definitely more confident about the situation than I was when I was shaking. Shane still looked apprehensive.
"One condition," Shane said, as I slid off of his lap. I stood up, bubbles rising in my stomach. I had gotten so excited.
"Anything," I said with a huge smile on my face. I bounced as Shane stood up, towering over me.
"I have to be there with you," Shane said, as I pondered this. I mean, him being there could be comforting, or he could steal the show from me.
"Sounds good," I said, snaking my arms around his neck. He turned around, and I hopped on his back. I got a nice piggyback out into the main room to tell everyone the news.
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"Can I test the microphone?" I asked Caitlyn, as I bounced around the stage with Connect 3. They were making sure everything was right. She nodded. I took the microphone from the stand that was in front of Shane.
"When my world is falling apart, when there's no light to break up the dark, that's when I look at you. When the waves are flooding the shores, and I can't find my way home anymore, that's when I look at you," I softly sang one of my old, unfinished songs.
"Recent?" Shane whispered to me, as he tuned his guitar. I shook my head.
"Very old, in fact. Maybe fourth grade?" I admitted before develing into the more embarrassing information, "I wrote it for my mom after my dad left. It's the only part I have for the entire song."
"Hey, Mitch!" Caitlyn yelled, grasping my attention. I was set on her now, not Shane. She waved me over, saying, "If you're going to test the mike, actually test it. Otherwise, I could give it to the boys."
"No, no. I got this," I said, clearing my throat, "I'd like to sing a new-ish song."
"Any song would be nice," Caitlyn said, obviously stressed. Mr. Gray was leaning on her to get this place ready. He would be here for the last fifteen minutes before fans were let in to just check in on everything. This was the first time she had a huge responsibility. I understood why she was stressed. I handled stress worse than she did. I started to shake and cry.
"Sorry if it's rough. It's not really finished. I've been toying around with it since you guys came back into town," I cautiously said into the microphone, my voice wavering as Caitlyn stared me down.
"Mitch," Caitlyn warned. I twisted my hand on the microphone as my stomach knotted up. I bounced a bit before placing the mike back in the stand. I saw Caitlyn's exasperated expression. I walked over to Shane, and took his guitar. I nodded at Caitlyn, and started to strum.
"And, I feel, I feel a deep connection. And, I think that we may be onto something. No. And, I know it's something special. Seeing you here is not coincidental," I sang, with a coy smile on my face. My chords were relatively simple. I looked back at Shane, who was biting his lip and smiling.
"Well, I've been walking, walking behind enemy lines. And, I've been fighting, fighting from the other side. I've been saying, saying that I won't fall this time. But, now I'm walking, walking within enemy lines," I sang, as Connect 3 started to clap along with the beat. I smiled as the butterflies in my stomach exploded.
"See, I was trying to be everything you weren't expecting. All I ever wanted was to try and keep you guessing. But, I'm falling way too fast. I want thi love to last forever, forever. And, everytime I feel this way, oh, something's changed for the better," I belted out the lyrics, gainging motivation from the clapping. It was all so surreal.
"And, I've been walking behind enemy lines. And, I've been fighting from the other side. I've been saying that I won't fall this time. But, now I'm walking within enemy lines," I finished off my song strong with a hard guitar strum that reverberated. I laughed backing away from the microphone stand.
Shane wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me, and gave me a squeeze. I bit my lip, and tried to ward off the blush that was furiously making its way my neck. He snaked his head around to place a kiss on my cheek. The spotlight was turned on to where the microphone was. All eyes were on the bright light, where Shane and I were standing. Someone cheered from behind us.
"Carl, we are not doing lights now!" Caitlyn flipped, looking as if she could tear all of her hair out. The light turned off with a soft apology from the darkness of the arena.
"You want this love to last forever? We're in love?" Shane asked, as I turned into him. I swung the guitar so it was against my back, and my face was in his chest.
"I don't know what we're in, but I do want it to last," I mumbled, embarrassed. I didn't know how to word that one part. Of course it was the one that stuck with him. The one line I wasn't sure of. Just my luck.
"Alright, you two need to break it up. We have work to do," Caitlyn said, walking over and nearly tearing Shane and I apart. I handed the guitar over. Caitlyn walked over to yell at Jason and Nate, who were just fooling around with the drums and piano.
"Before she shanks me," I said in a hushed tone, so Caitlyn wouldn't hear me. Shane smiled, as I stood on my tippytoes, and placed a kiss on his lips.
"Mitchie, over here!" Caitlyn yelled from the side of the stage. I rolled my eyes, and walked over to where she was bouncing. I thought she handled stress better than I did. Guess not.
I am so excited for the next chapter. I think it's going to be super long, and packed full of surprises. Whoo! However, you guys seriously need to review. It's Spring Break, and I will not be sitting around home typing up new chapters like some kind of hermit. I am going to need motivation to stay home, and write up the next chapter that I have a brilliant idea for. So, please guys, just press the harmless green button.