Hi everyone, i am sorry i went MIA for so many months... school was driving me insane. i just finished my papers today. I have a practical to hand in on Monday and i am having the worst cramps ever, but i swore to myself that i had to reward you's. I miss you too. Okay, here's the story. Bye!

Chapter 24

So, I had to wrap up my short visit to Kenya. I had to go back to Britain. The lads had already settled in. it was a Sunday morning when I flew out at precisely 4am. It was not a long flight, but I had to sleep in because I had spent some time looking up and visiting charities to volunteer in.

I hadn't made up my mind yet, but I was about to, especially after meeting a few people who had charities that funded education of girls who ran away from early marriages and circumcision. I had sat and listened, trying really hard not to cry, when I heard the woes some of the girls underwent. I felt privileged to have parents like mine.

While listening, I sat with Dave, who, reading my emotions, did most of the talking, knowing I wouldn't be able to prevent my voice from betraying me.

So, we decided to start with Free the Children, the same Charity Shane and Joe Jonas was working with. I was glad I had chosen it, even though it meant that later that year, I would have to run into him during the concert.

As I dozed off, my mind went into flashback mode.

~Flashback~

"Babe, could you come to Nairobi? I am leaving Kenya soon. Please."

"Why are you calling me babe?" I asked as our hands tangled. We were walking away from my class to the grassy patch outside the library. It wasn't uncommon to see white people in my school. We had exchange students and lecturers, and it was always fun imagining that they knew Shane, or didn't.

I saw like a couple stop and stare, then they came over, exclaiming in amazement. They were Swedish.

"Oh My God! Shane Grey! I love you so much! I watch Camp Rock almost every night!"

He smiled, and then looked at me in the usual way of, 'can I introduce you' but I shook my head. I took the photos of the girls with Shane. But before I would get away, the second girl, who had been staring at me, shook her head, exclaiming, "me know you!"

"Huh?!"

"Me know Sarah Kade. . . kade. . . sa?"

"Just call me Sarah."

"I love you. . . Sarah. Me great fan. You study here, right?"

I nodded.

"I love you music. Very good. My mum and I wish and pray you come to Mynammar."

Aww!

"What's your name sweet?" I asked her, taking a piece of paper from my notebook.

"Rani," she replied, looking star-struck. I smiled, wrote her name, then signed and passed the paper to Shane. He signed it, all the while smiling at me like he had just seen something beautiful about me. I took a photo with her, hugged her, made out another autograph, and then bid her goodbye.

"That was sweet."

"I try," I told Shane. We stared at each other and I saw him look at my lips, then he started to lean in. I was a little afraid of the PDA and what effect it'd have on me.

"AHEM!" I heard a guy clear his throat, and we both turned to see my class rep glaring at Shane.

"You, You aren't from around here, are you?"

"No."

"Get out. This place is for students."

"Hey Rick you can't say that!"

"Ooops, I just did!"

I looked at him, then at Shane. "Hey Shane Grey, what do you say we catch that flight to Nai? I think I will spend this weekend away from jerks."

Shane grinned. "sure thing Sarah Kadesa. Your chariot awaits!" with that, he swept me off in the direction of a fancy looking LIMO. Whoa, I hadn't the slightest idea that they were in Eldoret!

"That guy likes you."

"No Shane, he is an ass."

Shane took my hand, "I know, that you wonder why I keep holding on, but you should know, Sarah, I love you, and I need you in my life, and that is never gonna change."

He leant in to kiss me, but I blushed and said, "Shane, not now. The hostess is looking."

"Oh, yeah."

We got to Nairobi in good time, and got stuck in traffic. We cuddled for a while, talking and smiling and pecking each other. Eventually, we got to the hotel and Shane decided that we should go to one of the clubs.

So, I had to dress up in a shorter dress than I was used to (Knee length) though I would have gone with the trousers (hipsters, whoo-hoo! I know they are old-fashioned but who cares?). Besides, Shane insisted, and I had to look good because the sponsors and Shane were meeting, and they wanted to meet me too. Who knows, I might get a job too. (Kidding)

So, we went out to some lounge in Westlands and met the guys Shane had to meet. They were all acting relaxed and casual and I had to, too. I had my hair up and the moment they saw me, and saw Shane smiling at me the entire time, they put two and two together.

"Oh, so you are THE Sarah. We have heard so much about you."

"Shane was very excited to get in contact with you."

"I am pretty sure the only thing he said when he was done was your name."

They were pretty nice, and I spent some time just hanging out with them. I even did some Karaoke, but that is because I was a little drunk from the champagne they kept popping, and some of the sweet cocktails. And because Shane went too, and we had to sing together.

Yes, then I became a spoil-sport and the concoction of drinks turned my tummy upside down, so I had to throw up, and then Shane had to take me back to the hotel room. I took a shower and went to bed, or rather, Shane had to tuck me into bed. I wonder how I even had the strength to do that.

~End of flashback~

I saw black, and everything was a little bit fuzzy, as always. In this memory, I never remembered what happened after I threw up. And Shane never told me much just that I said a few sweet things.

However, pictures started to float into my mind, images and scenes. And even though I had my doubts, I knew I wasn't coming up with those. I was too exhausted to think.

~Flashback~

"Shane, Shane," I whispered as he held me in his arms. "I smell horrible."

"I know."

"Aren't you scared you will smell like me?"

"No baby, I don't mind."

"Shane," I said after a few minutes.

"Yes, baby."

"I don't feel too well."

"You will be okay. We just need to get you to the hotel room, okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled into his shirt.

When we got to the room, I stumbled into the bathroom, and Shane had to stand outside to make sure he'd help me if I fell, because I was seeing two of everything.

Eventually, I managed to get a little sober, but I still stumbled. Good thing I had on these pajamas. Wait, they were just a shirt Shane had and some shorts I think that were his too. Oh no, I am messed up, my mum should never know what I did tonight.

Shane takes me in his arms and to my bed, and tucks me in. he tells me good night, and tries to go, but I stop him. I look him in the eyes and tell him what I have been hiding for years.

"I love you too Shane."

I watch his eyes widen, then before he can do anything, I pull his face closer and try to kiss his pink lips, but I end up kissing his nose.

He laughs, and I mutter, "Where is the real you? I keep seeing two of you. Wait, they are three. You must be . . ."

He silences my search for the real Shane with a kiss that pretty soon turns passionate. It is my first kiss, my first real kiss, and whoa, things are getting heated. I find myself below Shane, kissing him baack even though I have never googled anyting about it. I keep biting stuff, even his tongue (ouch) and mine (OUCH) and eventually, let's just say, I put the pros to shame.

The innocent kiss that turned into a full make-out session then started towards a trip to the land where no man has ever walked. Clothes were flying, limbs were tangling, and Shane took off his shirt. His hands were under my night clothes exploring every detail of my body.

And mine were on his chest, feeling every detail.

I didn't mind what he was doing. I felt perfectly happy, and right there and then, I knew exactly what I wanted.

He broke off panting and stared down at me. I whimpered.

"Shane, kiss me."

"Wait," he swallowed. And I sat up but he pushed me down.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded, but looked away blushing just as I noticed something like a bulge on his trouser . . . oh no. what have I done?

I tugged at him. "I don't mind. I love you, you love me."

"But, I don't wanna do it when you are drunk. It will be painful, especially if one of us doesn't remember this."

I sighed. He sighed.

"Can we still kiss?"

He leant down in reply and his lips touched mine. I sighed contently and draped my arms around him, as his tangled in my loose hair which he managed to unclip and unbraid and stuff. We kissed, this time slower, just taking a breather every once in a while.

We fell asleep in each others' arms, and I was very content.

The next day, we went out, and we had Shane adopt a baby Leopard at the animal orphanage. I had a hangover and couldn't remember a thing after I threw up. Shane seemed a little upset, but I saw him light up when I suggested he adopt the baby leopard. Wait, actually, we both adopted him. we called it, Shayray. Cheesy, huh?

We then went to Pizza Inn for lunch and went to Nakumatt to catch a movie. It was awesome. Then we had fun watching couples and we even acted as one. I let Shane peck my lips because he begged me to kiss him because he was 'feeling cold'.

Eventually, we got back to the hotel room, turned in early, because I had to go to church and to visit my sister as soon as possible. Shane was coming too.

My sister thought we were already a couple, but I told her we weren't. I got hit on the head and she cooed when I told Shane it was cold and I wanted to snuggle with him on her couch.

I never wanted this weekend to end, thank God I had photographic proof. Too bad, Shane had gotten calls from his publicist about the photos of us leaving a club together. I didn't mind. I saw Shane stare at me, and at the photo, then at me, even after I gave the approval for it to get posted.

"You don't remember a thing?" he asked as he took my hands at the airport.

I shook my head.

"What about this?" he asked, leaning in so fast and capturing my lips in his, and it was so sudden but sweet, and I kissed him back or tried to, because I didn't have a clue on what I was doing.

We pulled apart, and I was staring at him wide-eyed.

"This weekend has been amazing Sarah, and I know you won't remember what happened on Friday, but I always will. When you remember, please find me so we can pick up where we left off."

And he left.

~end of flashback~

"Sarah! Are you okay?"

Someone was shaking me awake, and I was looking around at the plane. It was almost empty.

"No wonder anytime we kiss it feels like déjà-vu."

"Wait, kiss who?"

"What's wrong? Why are you shaking me awake?"

"You couldn't get up, and I was worried that you had had an aneurism. But then you wakeup and talk about kissing someone and it feeling like déjà-vu. Is there anything I should know?"

"I'm fine Dave. And no, not yet, you will know in due time." I stood up, looking around me, wondering about how much my life had seemed so empty for some reason.

I wish I had known this, and then maybe, just maybe, Shane would never have become the idiot he became.

And maybe we'd be married like Jason and Danielle, or engaged like Caity and Nate.

Talking about Caity, I should give her a call and ask her what to do next. Hmm, I think I will do that, before these five British lads and their uncle make me forget.

Oh, Uncle Si and I have a lot of things to discuss. He made that very clear when his boys visited me and my family.

"Hello Sarah. We meet again. And it is time to talk. Boys, give her space. Please." Simon said after the boys had all hugged me and Harreh tried to kiss me, again. (that boy needs prayers)

I think I am in trouble.

AUTHOR's NOTE: Hey everyone! sorry, I went MIA for 3 months! I wanna post this and finish the book already, it's been a year! Sorry, that previous author's note is also old