Bold Font: Eh, just out of curiosity, what's your favourite fruit?

EnchantixTracy: Strawberry. What about you?

Bold Font: You do realize that I'm virtual, right? I only exist in your computer. I don't eat. But if I could, then bananas would be my favourite.

EnchantixTracy: Don't you mean virtual bananas? *insert laughter for lame joke attempt*

Let me just begin with that there are two sides to an awkward situation. The victim's side, and the other victim's side.

Usually, this can be sorted out through talking.

But after what happened last night, I wonder if talking is really the only way to sort it.

I mean, how do you think that you can explain that situation to your own brother?

Simple, tell him the truth.

It's not that simple, as you all think.

First of all, Mitchie is so embarrassed that she's still in the hotel she's been staying.

Second of all, Nate has locked himself in his room in our house since then.

And me? I'm sitting in my room, desperately trying to contact Mitchie.

Here's a major downer - Mitchie won't talk to me either.

I looked over the clock, and it read 3:00 pm. Only three more hours until Mitchie and I released a statement, and 6 more hours until she left for New Jersey.

I tried calling her again, and this time, she picked up.

"H-Hello?" she said.

"Hey," I said, instantly perking up at her voice.

"Are you Shane?" she asked.

"Um, yeah...," I said.

"Oh good," she said, relief evident in her voice.

"Mitchie, are you alright?"

"Yeah. It's just that, I thought that you were Nate, trying to call me through your phone,"

"Why would you think that?"

"Because Nate's called me a bunch of times already. And just when I thought he had stopped, you called. So I thought that it was actually him so I would talk to him,"

"Why won't you talk to him?"

"Because it's too embarrassing,"

"Mitchie, I want you to come here, right now"

"What?"

"I want you to come to my house,"

"No,"

"Come on. Mom would love to see you again. And plus, I want to show you my room,"

"But Nate...,"

"He just left. He's gone to get, um, a new guitar,"

"Um, alright,"

I hung up.

Bold Font: Ok, on the count of three, glare at the screen because Shane lied.

EnchantixTracy: Don't.

Bold Font: I, 2...and...

EnchantixTracy: 3!

Ok. Stop glaring at me. And you. Stop laughing. And I see you staring at me with no expression at all.

Anyway, I made my way to Nate's room.

I knocked on his door, and he let me in.

"Hey," I said, sitting next to him on his bed.

"Hi,"

"So. I heard you called Mitchie is such desperation that when I called her, she didn't pick up because she thought it was you using a different phone,"

"Oh,"

"It's okay man," I said.

"I'm sorry,"

"I don't care about me. If you're really sorry, apologize to Mitchie,"

"She won't pick up her phone!,"

"Don't bother. She's coming here,"

"What?"

"She's coming here,"

"To see me,"

"No, my room,"

"I can't believe that she's actually coming here to see me!,"

"No. She's actually coming here to see my room. You see, I lied to her. I told her that you were out, and she needs to see my room,"

"Why?"

"So you guys can talk and settle this. Do you know that I haven't seen her since morning? That's torture,"

"Yeah, right,"

xXx

Mitchie's POV

I stood in front of Shane's home, contemplating to whether ring the doorbell or run away.

Just as I was about to turn back, the door opened, to reveal Nate standing in front of it.

I was so shocked that I couldn't even move. But to my surprise, he smiled and said, "Oh Mitchie! Hey. Come on in,"

I quietly did as told, and followed him, until we reached the living room.

"Um," he said, "Shane's in the shower, so do you want to watch TV or something?"

"I WANT TO TALK!," I screamed, and then said in a lower voice, "Sorry. Um...It was inside me for long, I mean, I wanted to say it, but I was scared that you hated me, and...,"

"Wait," said Nate, laughing, "Hate you? I thought you hated me,"

"No. How could I? It was my fault,"

"It was nobody's fault. Next time, you learn to lock, and I learn to knock,"

"That rhymed,"

"That's because I'm a songwriter a.k.a rockstar,"

We both laughed, and he opened his arms. I gladly hugged him, and he hugged me back. When we broke apart, we smiled at each other.

"Um," said someone, making me and Nate look at our side.

And Shane was standing there, looking at us like a little boy who just got his lollipop stolen.

"I know that you guys are not doing anything, but I had a policy remember?" He said to Nate, "NO guy gets to hug her for more that 3 seconds"

"And how long did I take?" asked Nate.

"3 and a half seconds," he said, "I was counting,"

He was so adorable that I jumped on him and awed.

He held me, and then said, "So I guess you guys made up?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Good,"

Bold Font: Fast Forward. They are in the press conference building now.

EnchantixTracy: Only three more hours until Mitchie leaves.

Bold Font: *sob*

EnchantixTracy: Not yet. You're on the wrong page Boldie. You're supposed to do that on the next page.

Bold Font: haha...sorry.

"Ok," said Nate, "Is everyone ready?"

"You've asked that for the 10th time. Yes we are," said Shane.

Shane seemed to be in a foul mood, since Zac was here. He was still their manager, and unfortunately, since the divorce papers were yet to come, their dad.

"I can't believe that we forgot to fire him," said Shane when we were waiting for Zac to give the signal.

"It's okay," I said.

Zac came in and said, "You bastards are on"

"Don't call them that," said Shane's mother.

"Shut up," he shot back. Shane grabbed him by the collar, and was about to punch him, when Nate and Jason pulled him back and pushed him in the room, where we were supposed to be attending the conference.

"This meeting's about your behaviour," said Nate, "Please try to control yourself"

I took Shane's hand in mine, and he instantly calmed down. We all seated ourselves.

The room was filled with photographers and reporters. Some of them were already taking photographs.

"Um," said Zac, "Hello. My name is Zac Grey, and these are my clients, Nate, Shane and Jason. And they are the Connect 3. And sitting next to Shane is his girlfriend is Mitchie, his girlfriend. They are here to talk about the recent talk on the motel incident, and the new attitude of Connect 3 during concert. Please try to keep the questions relevant and as clear as possible. We do not have time to answer every question you all have, since Mitchie has to catch a flight tonight, so please try not to repeat a question that someone already did"

I don't know why, but Zac was really good at it. He may be a bastard, but he was serious when it came to the band.

"Anyway," said Shane, "Let's begin,"

One reporter stood up and said, "So, Shane and Mitchie, what happened in the hotel room that night?"

"Nothing," said Shane with a straight face. I had been told previously to lie and to follow the lead, since some things had to be kept inside.

"We did nothing. We just talked, to catch up on things, since I had been very busy with rehearsals," said Shane.

"Next," said Nate.

"A short while back, we saw Shane and the others visiting Mitchie in the hospital. What happened?"

"I was assaulted," I said, "But no worries. I am fine now, and the person has been arrested"

"Why did you all invite fans up on the stage to sing and dance with you in LA?"

"Because," said Shane, "We realized that we need more fan involvement in our lives. After all, it is because of them that we are here, you know"

"Nate, is it true that Caitlyn is having an affair with Jason? They were recently spotted out with each other, and seemed to be having a good time,"

"No," said Nate, "The rumours are false. Caitlyn and Jason are like siblings, and they were out just to have fun"

"Mitchie, how do your parents feel about the assault?"

"The last time I saw them was in the hospital," I said, "I haven't seen them since. But I'm sure that they are supportive of me and will love me no matter what"

"Mitchie, are your parents alright with having you tour with the Connect 3? What about school?"

"My school is currently on vacation, so it's fine"

"Shane, a lawyer was spotted several times in your house over the weekend. Why?"

"Our parents are getting a divorce," said Shane, "The lawyer is responsible for getting the papers ready"

"Jason, how do you feel about your parents divorce?"

"No comment," said Jason.

"Mitchie, Shane's ex-girlfriend, Tess Tyler, goes to the same school as you. How do you feel about that?"

"Well, the last time we talked was before Shane and I even met. So I don't know"

"Unfortunately," said Zac, "We have run out of time. They need to leave. Thank you all, for coming here,"

With that, we all got up and walked out, and into the limo.

"That was great," said Shane, kissing my cheek.

"Thank You," I said.

xXx

I sighed, and pressed my head into Shane's chest. We were at the airport, waiting for the boarding call.

Shane had something done, so he was allowed in with me to the waiting area. The others were waiting outside.

I had already said goodbye to everyone else. Caitlyn was outside with Nate too.

Shane and I had abandoned our chairs, and we found a secluded corner to just be close.

"Do you have to go?" he said.

"Yeah. I need to see my parents. Plus school,"

"School. Yes. This reminds me. If Tess says anything, don't take it to the heart, kay?"

"Alright,"

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too,"

"I'll miss you,"

"I'll miss you too,"

"Call me everyday, kay?"

"For sure. Text me?"

"Of course. You have my number, right?"

"Shane!,"

"Sorry. Just checking"

Attention all passangers of Flight 095, flying from LA to new Jersey. The boarding process has now started. Kindly form a line at gate #2.

"Don't go," he said, looking into my eyes.

"I have to," I whispered.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

We kissed, long and slow, until Cat interrupted us.

"Time to go," she said sadly.

I broke apart from Shane, and picked up my handbag.

"Bye," I said.

He said nothing, but gave me an encouraging smile.

I smiled back, and began to walk to gate #2.

EnchantixTracy: Now boldie. Say your line

Bold Font: *sob*

EnchantixTracy: Say it with feelings.

Bold Font: *sob*

EnchantixTracy: No. More emotion.

Bold Font: If you make me say my line again, I'll literally start crying.

EnchantixTracy: Well, see you guys in the next chapter!

Bold Font: Bye fellies!

EnchantixTracy: Idiot...