So, wanna know how much I hated that chapter? I spelt despise wrong, knew I spelt it wrong, and said 'f that I don't want to fix it'. Haha. Anyway, I just did hate it. We'll leave it at that. Anyway, this chapter starts… abruptly… there's no lead in. With a lot of scenes I want to show how Mitchie was feeling by the way she conveys what happened. It's a writing technique… lol. Hopefully it's not as bad as the last chapter. And sorry for the wait, I've been shopping for the last 2 days for school. Shoe shopping is not my forte. And for all of you who were complaining it was getting too fluffy or smutty and not enough drama… told you to wait. Ya'll are gonna hate me in this chapter.

Chapter 25:

"Mitchie! Shane!" We heard our names being shouted by almost every single person in the room as we exited the plane.

"How did they get in here?" I hissed to Shane who was holding my hand tightly, trying to find Nate, Caitlyn, Jason or Anastasia.

"What is your response to the pictures?" We heard repeatedly.

"What pictures?" I asked Shane.

Shane smiled politely, pushing through the crowd. This was the worst they had ever been. "We honestly have no idea what you're talking about. We just got back from our honeymoon. If you could all move please, there are other passengers who'd like to leave the plane as well." He said spoke kindly enough, but I could tell he was getting mad.

Finally Nate pushed his way through the crowd, what appeared to be a magazine clutched firmly in his hand. "Shane!" He yelled over all of the commotion. We made our way over to him as best we could, with reporters still asking us about the pictures.

I grabbed the magazine out of Nate's hand, hoping it would explain what the reporters were talking about. It was the same sleezy tabloid that had reported Jason and I dating behind Shane's back. My breath left me as a picture of Shane and I in our hotel room on our wedding night graced the cover.

"Sh-shane." I stuttered grabbing his attention from Nate, who he'd been arguing with.

"Nate, I'm serious tell me- what, Mitchie?" He stopped realizing I was speaking to him.

"L-look." I pointed. I knew there were reporters around us, most likely taking all of this in. Shane took the magazine from me and quickly tore it open, turning to the story.

'Smitchie marry for sex.' The headline had been. The story had accompanying pictures of us having sex, though you couldn't see anything too bad. It just worried me of what other pictures they'd had. There was also a quote from an unknown source at the hotel saying we had called room service to change the sheets and that the original sheets had a blood stain, proving I'd been a virgin. While this proved great for the guys' imagine in keeping their promise and showing that Shane wasn't sleeping with an underage girl, it was also almost proof that we'd married just to have sex.

I had tears streaming down my face and Shane was shaking with anger. Shane grabbed the nearest journalist and pulled him to us. "How long has this been known? And what other things are being said?" He demanded.

The reporter shrugged slightly. "That tabloid was the only one that would run the story. The reporter was a freelancer. We've all been waiting for you guys to get back from your honeymoon." He stammered a bit, afraid Shane would hit him. "They stooped really low on this one. The sheets report would have been enough for a good story."

Nate stepped in front of Shane, pushing him back as his fist tightened. "Thank you." He turned to Shane. "Chill. Punching out a reporter is not going to help the situation, Shane." He hissed quietly.

"N-nate, where's Cait and Stas?" I asked still highly upset.

"They're all out in the limo. When we got here we were kind of attacked about the pictures. Jason and the bodyguards took the girls back to the limo. It wasn't very safe. I tried to text you, but I guess you guys haven't turned your phones on yet." Nate explained.

"Shane, can we please get out of here?" I asked, well aware of the fact that we were still standing in the airport, surrounded by reporters, waiting patiently to see if Shane would punch something.

As we began to leave their questions -and themselves- followed us out. We managed to get out to the limo safely, though.

As soon as we got in, Caitlyn and Anastasia wrapped their arms around me. "Are you okay?" They asked. I simply shook my head no. Jason and Nate kept glancing between myself and Shane. He was still shaking with anger, his fist clenched tightly. His eyes however were trained on me, looking helpless.

"Mitchie-" His voice cracked in the middle of the word. He looked confused and didn't know what to say.

I slipped away from Caitlyn and Anastasia. Before Shane really realized what I was doing, my face was buried in his chest as sobs ripped through me. He held me long after the limo stopped at my parent's house.

The others ended up leaving us in the limo, Shane rocking me gently. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." He kept whispering.

"Why-" Hiccup, "Why do they have to be so cruel?" I whispered.

"I don't know." He replied. "I don't know." He whispered equally broken as I felt. "I'll fix it. I promise. Somehow." He swore.

"Home." I whispered. "I want to go home." I insisted.

"We are home, baby. We're at the house-" I shook my head no, interrupting him.

"Our home." I replied, staring at him with watery eyes. He nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to get the dog and let them know we're going home, okay?" He said softly. He kissed my head before climbing out.

I curled up into a ball on the leathery seats. Why were paparazzi so cruel? Honestly? What did they gain from exploiting my wedding night? What right did they have to cheapen it like that? Why couldn't we just get married and leave it at that?

I must have fallen asleep while I was thinking, because the next thing I knew, Shane was carrying me to the elevator. I could faintly hear paparazzi in the background and Jacob growling.

"Come on, Jake. Stop." I heard Shane whisper almost pleadingly as he tried to not drop me and pull the leash at the same time.

"Shane?" I whispered sleepily.

"Shhh, Baby. Stay asleep." He whispered, kissing my forehead. I nodded against his shoulder and fell back asleep.

I woke up a while later in our bed. I could hear the others moving around the apartment. Everyone would be living at the apartment until we left. I padded out of the room, eyes bloodshot looking like I was probably stoned.

"Hey." Shane said softly upon seeing me. He got up, wrapping his arms around me. "Feeling better?" I shook my head yes, then no, then yes again. "That was a good non-vague answer." He teased softly.

"Yes and no." I replied honestly. My voice was raw from crying so much. I was hurt. Beyond hurt. It just didn't seem fair.

"What can we do to cheer you up, Mitch?" Jason asked.

I smiled at him, moving away from Shane. "Give me a hug." I said opening my arms. Jason hugged me immediately. Surprisingly, Nate followed, hugging me as well. I teased them, bringing the first real smile to my face. "It's not the same only hugging Shane."

They laughed and pulled away. "Yeah, well. You need all 3 members of Connect 3 to be completely connected for it to be the absolute best." Nate teased.

"Group hug!" Jason cried, attacking Shane and I at the same time. I found myself locked in tight hug again. Jason beckoned Caitlyn and Anastasia over as well. The six of us stood in the living room looking like idiots, locked in a giant group hug.

"Okay, okay. I feel better." I cried out laughing slightly. Laughing, we all broke apart and made our way to sitting down. Caitlyn and Nate were cuddling on the couch while Jason sat on the floor in front of Anastasia. Shane sat in the armchair and pulled me down into his lap.

"Note to self: we need more furniture." Caitlyn quipped.

"Yeah, a couch and an armchair simply aren't enough for six people." Anastasia agreed. "We are so going shopping next summer for new furniture."

"Who's going to be here, though?" I asked. "Do any of you really want to live with a married couple?"

"Personally, I don't want to hear them having sex." Jason voiced his opinion.

"Jealous." Shane coughed, clearing his throat.

"You okay, Shane?" Jason asked. "You sound sick." We all hid our smiles at Jason.

"I'm fine." Shane assured him.

"Anyway…" Caitlyn sighed. "Even if we don't live with you guys, we're going to need to be able to fit all of us somewhere. It's not like we aren't going to never hang out again."

"Well, I was kind of planning on moving back to Pennsylvania for awhile after the tour. Ya know, see my family." Nate commented, not looking at Caitlyn.

"And? You get back from tour while I'm still in school. No biggie." She shrugged.

"I meant to my house." He attempted to clarify.

"I get it, Nate. Back with your parents." Caitlyn looked at him oddly.

He sighed. "No, Caity. My house. As in, stay there for a while. Get out of the city for a while."

"Oh. That house." She said tightly.

"I thought, you know, since Shane and Mitchie are probably going to want to spend time alone when school and the tour are done, that maybe you and I could move out to the house for the summer…" He said nervously, looking at his hands.

Caitlyn's head snapped to look at him. "Really?" She seemed surprised.

"Yeah." He said smiling slightly.

"Nate…" Caitlyn awed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She asked.

"I was planning a big surprise, but…" He shrugged.

"I'd love to." She smiled brightly at him, kissing his cheek. Nate smiled the biggest smile I'd ever seen on his face.

"Okay, is your moment over?" Anastasia asked, ruining said moment.

"Now it is." I laughed. "What house?" I asked confused.

"I bought my grandmother's house the summer of the first Camp Rock. Jason and I stayed there while Shane was reforming."

"Oh." I said confused. I looked at Anastasia who was equally confused.

"Why did you?" She asked.

Nate smiled. "My grandmother was really sick, but she had this beautiful house in the countryside. She owned it, but because of the taxes, she was going to lose it. So, I bought the house from her. She stayed there until she died just after Camp Rock."

"Awwww." Anastasia and I cooed. "I didn't know your grandmother died." I said softly.

He shrugged. "It was time. When Jase and I were there she didn't the know the difference between us." We gave him odd looks of 'are you serious'. "Yeah, that's how bad it was." He laughed.

"That's cool, though. Moving into a house." I smiled at them. "What about you two?" I asked Jason and Anastasia.

Jason shrugged. Anastasia half smiled. "Probably just move back into my brothers place, honestly. He's never there anyway. It's amazing his place doesn't get robbed twenty-four seven."

"That's just like this place." Shane shrugged himself. "Doesn't matter if you are there very long. It's the principal of having somewhere to come home to." He explained. "With your brother's schedule, he doesn't have much time for someone to come home to." He reasoned.

"True." Anastasia agreed. "Though, personally, I'm thankful for that. I wouldn't have met Jason if John had time to keep a relationship."

"I forgot that. God, that seems so long ago!" Caitlyn laughed.

"Life's changing so fast." Nate commented, looking around. "You two are going to college, Stas is going back to college, we're on another tour. Shane and Mitchie are married." He laughed softly. "It's a lot to take in."

"I'm going to miss this." Jason said sadly. "It's all going to be different now."

"No, it won't." I assured him.

"Yes, it will." He argued, growing more and more upset. "Nate's moving him and Cait to PA. Shane will probably want to stay in Boston to be near his brother and sister, and you while you're in school. And Stas is going to want to stay in New York but my family is in Massachusetts." He ranted passionately.

"Jase, if you want to move back home, we can. Or… ya know, we don't have to live together." Anastasia soothed.

"But I want to." He replied. "I don't want to get married yet, but I want to be with you."

"Awww, Jase." Anastasia awed, hugging him. "We can move to wherever it is that your family lives." She assured him. "I don't care about being near my parents and John's never around anyway."

"We're still going to be separated." He whined, gesturing to all of us.

"Jason. Nothing is going to change. You really think anything is going to break apart this family?" Caitlyn asked him. "I'll be damned if I let the first real family I've ever had break apart over distance."

"She's got a point." Shane agreed. "Let's worry about that when the time comes, okay? Let's get back to having fun or if we must worry, worry about current problems."

"Thanks, Shane." I mumbled slumping back against him. "I'd almost forgotten about those stupid pictures and that article."

Shane sighed while the other's smiles slide off their faces. "I meant getting ready to part ways in two days."

"I don't want to think about that either." I whimpered, burying my face into his shoulder.

"None of us do, Mitch." Nate replied. "But we need to."

"Not yet." I whined.

"Fine." Nate sighed. "Let's, um…"

"Let's go old school and play a board game." Anastasia suggested excitedly. She ran into Jason's room, and emerged a moment later with a pile of board games over flowing in her arms. "Monopoly, Parcheesi, Trivial Pursuit-"

"Trivial Pursuit!" Caitlyn and Shane called out. "Nate is such a jerk when you play Monopoly." Caitlyn pouted while Shane nodded in agreement.

"Trivial Pursuit it is." She smiled placing the other boxes on the floor.

We played for a long time. There were a few answers we were worried to know how the answerer knew said answer. But overall, we had fun and it took our minds off of everything. It felt like nothing had changed much. That the only thing that had changed was Shane's purity ring now sat on my right hand with my promise ring, and that our left ring fingers were adorned in wedding bands.

I sighed, wishing with all of my might that that were really true. But I knew it wasn't. After we went to bed, I couldn't sleep. I pulled out Shane's laptop and began torturing myself. Shane found me in the living room reading articles and posts on the C3 fan sites almost two hours later.

Smitchie only married for the sex? What kind of role models are these people? Shane must be desperate to get married just for sex- with no prenub to mention either.

A lot of the articles were like that, and there were sites that had the pictures on them. I was mortified.

While searching for articles, though, I came across my saving grace. Jayden posted an article on , ripping the original reporter to shreds.

Obviously, entertainment journalism has come to serious downfall. Shane and Mitchie Grey are two of the most welcoming people to the paparazzi when asked and when it's appropriate. Spying on them in their hotel room was so far from appropriate. They gave Cosmo the exclusive rights to follow Mitchie during the planning stages of their wedding and during the actual event to show the world the real reasons they're getting married. They love their fans and supporters and wanted to share their wedding with them. But now Mitchie's wedding has been cheapened and ruined. Every little girl dreams of their perfect wedding, and one stupid reporter has stolen that from her. Their wedding night should have been a private occurrence between the newlyweds. And personally, I give Mitchie credit for holding out until her wedding night. If you see the couple in their own environment, you can see the love and the tension between them. Many girls in Mitchie's position would have given it up long ago, regardless of Shane's purity vow.

I hope that the reporter who originally wrote that article feels satisfied with themselves for ruining the Grey's newlywed bliss and making their pending split even harder. Many of you may not have realized that Mitchie will be attending college this fall and Shane will be on tour in Europe. They only had 3 weeks together before being separated for 3 months. Oddly enough, there are still people in this world who get married for love.

I smiled and sent Jayden an email thanking her. Then I started looking on the fan sites to see what the C3 obsessed teenage girls were saying. Some conversations on the sites were funny despite every other person hating me.

Like, omg! I can't believe she managed to corrupt Shane like that.

You're so stupid. They're like, totally in love. At least he married her before doing it.

OMG! It's none of your business! Leave them alone. I give Mitchie credit for making him marry her first. She knew how to get what she wanted.

You're such a hippocrite. 'Leave them alone. Mitchie's just a good gold-digger'. Ever heard of a prenub stupid?

Who are you calling stupid? You can't spell. And they so didn't have a prenub.

Why are you arguing about this? Don't we all love Shane? Shouldn't we be happy about him being married? And like, supporting him? Gosh, guys, you are really bad fans. It's not like he's going to fall in love with any of us. And if it weren't for Mitchie, Shane and C3 could have gotten dropped from the label.

I smiled at the last post. I clicked on their username to find their email.

"Baby, what are you doing?" Shane asked tiredly. I jumped, slightly startled. He looked at the screen and rolled his eyes. "Why are you on there?" He asked, referring to the Connect 3 Connection fan site. It was actually the most well known of their fan sites and occasionally the guys' fan club did things with them.

"Because." I answered simply.

"Stop torturing yourself. Why are you looking at that stuff?" He sighed, laying on the couch next to me. His head was resting slightly on my leg, next to the laptop.

"I was just wondering. I wanted to see what was being said, and what your fans were thinking. Jayden wrote a nice article defending us-"

"Mitchie. Why do you care what the fans think?" He groaned, cutting off my subject change.

"Because your career is important." I said quietly.

"Fuck my career." He said bluntly. I was slightly taken aback at his language. Usually he only cursed when we were fighting or he was beyond pissed off.

"Shane…" I sighed, closing the laptop.

"My career doesn't matter if it's hurting you." He said softly, reaching up to caress my cheek.

"I know that's how you think, and I appreciate at that. But you need to stay employed. Especially now that we're married."

He shrugged, "I could always go back to school like I wanted to."

"We can't afford for both of us to go to school, Shane. We don't qualify for financial aid. And that's a lot of money to put out a year. Loans or out of pocket."

He let out a strangled noise of frustration. "You always think about money in the we-don't-have-any-sense."

"And you never think about it in the we-shouldn't-waste-it-sense," I replied.

"Damn, three weeks and already fighting about money." Shane laughed, trying to ease the sudden tension. I smiled despite myself. "I know you think I squander money, but I really don't. I have a lot of it saved away that I'm not even thinking of touching until we buy a house, and I have money in stocks and stuff."

I looked down at him, confused. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yes. I do." I ran my hand through his hair. "Do you trust me?" He asked seriously.

Without pausing to think, I answered. "With all my heart."

"Everything is going to be fine." He assured me. "This will blow over."

I just nodded, praying he was right.

Smiles innocently. Like you didn't see that coming? Honestly. The door, the sheets… come on… honestly? And the hippocrite was inspired by Allison. Not that she spelt that wrong, but because she tends to spell things wrong in adorable ways like that. Eye el oh ve ee ewe Allison.