"So." He said, emphasizing the 'o' at the end. "Are you going to tell me what happened last night?"
I looked down at my cup and frowned watching the sides of my Chocolate Almond crunch melt away. "I got a hair cut." I stated as if it wasnt already the most obvious thing in the world.
"I can see that." He paused, looking around the small yet sophisticated ice-cream parlour we were at. I knew LA had beaches and palm trees and hot weather topped off with cute guys, but seriously $42.97 for ice-cream, what the hell did they make it out of? Gold?
If it really was gold then gold doesnt taste any different from the ones I can get from the ice-cream man who goes around Miami, selling a larger portion at $3.00. Seriously.
And the ice-cream melts!
It did look like it was kind of an expensive place for ice-cream. Not that I was worried about it costing too much, no. Because I wasnt paying, but because it seemed prett much useless and I didnt see any point in having ice-cream for so much. For someone whos seen ice-cream worth upto $1000 and monye really wasnt the problem here, I needed to shut up.
But that place needed to close down as soon as possible. Seriously, the world is in a recession right now people and ice-cream isnt helping!
"I was hoping I'd get the details about the whole drunk thing." He added, not looking at me, but digging into his own banana flavoured cold sweetness.
"Fine.." I sighed out, pointing my plastic spoon towards him. "Listen. I was bored sitting at home all day...gosh, I was practically dying of boredom."
"You wouldnt talk to me when I called." He pointed out. "A couple of thousand times."
I shot my eyebrows at him, ignoring his words and continued. "Well, I was bored and I saw some things that I would have been better off not seeing." I held back half of the truth. No need to tell him I was furious seeing him with the bimbo and grow his ego. "And I got pissed and kind of lost and then I cut my hair."
"After you got lost?"
"Do you want to hear this or not?" I snapped, annoyed at him for cutting through my words for the second time.
He rose his hands up in surrender, promising to not cut me again. "I dont remember if it was before or after I got lost. Hell! I dont even remember much of last night..." I breathed, frustrated at myself.
"Thats not a good thing." He added, his voice at the back of his throught as he gulped down a spoonful of ice-cream.
"I'm going to stab my spoon through your chest if you say another word, Shaney poo." I mocked. "So, I was pissed.."
He opened his mouth to say something more but kept it shut, seeing my irratated expression and virtually zipped his mouth. "I saw this club and his guy, Danny helped me in."
"I dont like this guy." Shane stated, forgetting about his zipped lips and I just sighed realising he wasnt going to shut up.
"And then he dissapeared. The bartender seemed like a total bitch because he would keep asking me my age and if I should be there. Like whats his problem? I'm not eating up his club am I?"
"I like this guy."
"So the bartender, Zack was intorigating again when the creepy Danny dude came back and saved me and asked me to dance."
"And you danced? How were you dancing? Was it really crowded?" He asked curiously.
No Shane. It was a desered club in the middle of the Arabian dessert with no civilization.
"Remember that blonde dude I was dancing with at the party in your house? Yeah well I was dancing like that with my back pressed up against his front. Happy now?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows at him. He didnt look happy at all. He looked dissapointed and a little mad. "So I danced with him and he gave me a drink - alcohol. I dont even know what that stuff was and I had more and more of it untill I was totally wasted and I basically left the club and nearly got run over by a car, nearly and I uh...that Danny dude came again, totally drunk and said that I was supposed to go to his house."
I missed the tattoo part too. Hah...he doesnt have to know everything happening in my life right?
"And you agreed?" He muttered.
"I was drunk. If you told me Winnie the Poo was my brother I would have agreed." I told him, shooting him a look. "I told him I needed to call home and called you and you were shouting at me..."
"What did you expect? Me to sing you a lullabuy? Of course I would shout at you if you're calling me drunk at midnight and telling me that you're going to some drunk guys house with him, and hes going take care of you."
I rolled my eyes at him. "He could have killed you, he could have raped you. I dont even know what he could have done, but seriously you were stupid."
"Dont you think I know that?" I asked, trying to not get my temper high and completely forgetting about the ice-cream.
"Okay, I get it. Please continue."
"When I finished talking to you, I got out and Danny was unconcious, and the bartender guy found me and took me to his place but I puked all over him and woke up in his apartment."
"Oh.." Was all Shane said.
"Oh.." I repeated, mocking him again. "Arent you going to shout at me and lecture me?"
"No.." He replied. "But, I told you I liked that Zack guy."
"Yeah.."
"Are you finished?" He asked, pushing his half eaten ice-cream forward onto the table.
I nodded as we both got up and left the place. Shane was leading me to the parking lott where his car was at when we heard a femles voice call his full name.
"Yes?" He smiled, turning around along with me, only to be faced by three females. Two of them, around my age giggled seeing his face and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. I wasnt being snobby. Even I stare at him with my mouth open sometimes, but I was in no mood to watch girls gushing and fantasizing over him. Specially if one of them was dressed like a stripper.
She was wearing a short black tank top, exposing the bottom of her stomach and bringing her pierced belly button into view. Her top half was matched with equally dark black shorts which rode so high I was afraid I'd be seeing her panties if they were any shorter.
"You're Shane Gray?...Ohmygod hi! We're huge fans.." The stripper gushed.
Yes, and it's winter. Out some clothes on.
"Hi, thank you very much for supporting us." Shane politely replied as I stood there like a bored lump of clay.
"Can we please take a picture with you?" The other one asked.
"Sure. Just a second." He smiled and turned towards me. "Do you wanna wait in the car? I'll be back in a sec."
"Kay." I replied and he escorted me a couple of steps untill we reached his SUV, opening and closing the passanger door for me and returning back to his excited fans.
"Why did she have to go to the trouble of wearing those shorts? Its not like it made any difference from making her look like shes half naked." I asked Shane once he was back.
"They're called shorts for a reason." Shane replied. "Arent they supposed to be like short?"
Yes Einstien.
I turned my head towards him. "I bet you liked it, thats why you're defending a complete stranger."
"I bet you're jealous. Thats why you're bitching a complete stranger." He argued, pulling into the highway.
"I am. You know me so well Shane." I added sarcastically, the sarcasm holding complete truth. "After all, she did have her boobs shoved onto your chest." I pointed, patting his knee. "You enjoyed it Shane."
"You know me so well, Mitchie." He replied, mocking my tone this time. "Its nice to know you were paying so much attention from over here in the car to see where she was 'shoving' what."
"Good to know you enjoyed it Shane. Did you get a boner?"
"I did." He replied, obviously joking. "Too bad she was with her mother though."
"Jerk."
"Atleast I'm not jealous of what a stranger is doing."
"Her mom should have slapped her before she left the house wearing that to a cafe. Seriously, It's December."
"I was talking about myself." He clarifed. "You're not suffering from short-term memory loss are you, now? I'm supposed to be nothing to you. You're not supposed to be jealous of what I do becuse I dont matter."
"Yeah...you don't matter, thats why I'm here with you. Cause like, I like spending time with people who dont matter right. Okay, whatever, are we friends?"
"I don't know, since you're the one who decides that stuff." He restorted.
"Can we be friends?" I asked, hopeful.
"I think of you as a friend. I think of you as-" He stopped mid-sentance, diverting his attention back to the road.
"Okay, friends?" I confirmed.
"Friends." He nodded, still looking into the road and then muttering "If friends do what we did back in the house. Then, friends."
-X-
Dusk had already began to settle by the time we got to his place and Shane provided the option of either going out, ordering or making dinner. I didnt want to go out. I didnt like the crowds, the LA crowds. They made me uncomfortable. They made me feel different and the fact that there were photograppers every where you looked didnt help me.
"Is Nate mad at me?" I asked, crossing my legs comfortably on the sofa in their drawing room.
"I don't know. I don't think so." Shane spoke, busy tumbling tomatoes onto the pizza base he had made.
He looked cute with a blue and white stripped apron over his black T-shirt and I just stared, admiring his beauty from across the room while he made dinner, obviously diverting my attention to elsewhere whenever he brought his head up to check what I was doing.
"What, he hasnt talked to you about it yet?" I questioned, flipping through the channels in the huge built in television they had.
"About what?"
"Me practically chewing him alive. I feel really bad about it. I dont know how to say sorry."
"No, not really. It was between you guys, he didnt want to bring me into something that yes, I maybe the topic about, but I wasnt there, so.."
I nodded, not really getting what he was saying, and stopped on TMZ.
"Hey, I'm on Television! For what, the thrid? Forth time? And you're on it for the millionth time." I rolled my eyes at the screen, shooting a huge smile towards Shane who was by now, grating cheese. "You sure you don't need any help with that?" I yelled.
"I'm fine. Enjoy your face on TV." He joked from the kitchen, not really caring about video of Shane and me coming out of LAX this morning.
"I can help, really." I urged, standing up from my seat and putting both hands on my hips. "I'm not that bad of a cook."
I had managed to quickly sneek into Shanes bathroom after we got here and threw away the annoying bandage on my hip, actually taking a better look of the black ink against my pale skin. Actually thinking, it wasnt so bad, but it wasnt something I wanted to have on me for the rest of my life, depending on which direction life takes me, that is.
"No, its okay." He assured, laughing as I walked towards the counter he was working at. "Its fine, really. I wont poison you, and plus I like cooking."
"I know." I said, smiling as I stared at what Shane had created. "I wont offer you any help cleaning up though. I'm too lazy for that. All my help was offered while cooking, now I wont do anything more than eating." I announced as he placed the pizza inside his oven.
"Damn." He said, in a dissapointed voice. "And here I was hoping of getting you to clean the whole house since it hasnt been lived in for so long. I thought you'd be good at it since you're a girl and all." He smirked.
"You're sexist. I dont like you." let him know, picking at the left over cheese on the chopping board.
"The feeling is mutual." He joked.
I lightly pushed him, laughing at his words and returning back to my seat infront of the TV. Not that I could concentrate on the TV, though. At all. I needed to slap myself because all I could see was how Shanes muscles moved as he wiped the marble counter effortlessly, making sure not to leave a single spot dirty or ingredient unattended. I found my lips involentarily parted as I stared at him wipe, clean, wash and put away. I bit my bottom lips, licking it and shaking my head at myself as I tried to divert my attention back to some cartoon I was watching.
Hey, there is nothing good to really watch on television these days and the only thing that actually seems to make sense are cartoons so dont judge me.
And hormones, control yourself.
-X-
"This is bteer than the pizza." I said, pointing my fork towards the plate.
"It's yesterdays left over." Shane informed with a smirk on his face.
"Well, it's good." I pressed, digging into my lasagna. "You can cook better than me."
"Thanks for the honor." He grinned, nodding his head at the same time. "Although I havent even drank water given by you. I'm the good guy cooking here." He laughed.
"Hey!" I shouted, pretending to be offended. "I did offer you my services." I tld him, watcking his arm lightly and then realizing how wrong that sounded, looking back at an eyebrow raised, amuseed Shane. "You know what I mean."
"No, I don't." He grinned, evily. "Please care to explain."
"Why are you so horny today?" I asked, nearly choking on my water while doing so because I was laughing so much.
"Because..." He spoke, extending the last part of the word. "It's fun being horny around you. The little questions you ask and things you do make you happy."
My hormones probably just aww-ed at that and if I had let them take control IF then, maybe I would have leaped over across the table and straddled him.
I didnt respond at his words. I didnt know what to say, so, instead, I just rose my eyebrows and pretened to continue drinking my water.
-X-
"You know..." Shane started, his husky voice vivid in my ears. I stiffened at the non-contact. Just the sound of his voice, and feeling of his breath on the back of my neck and side of my cheek making me dizzy. "I don't know why, but I feel like I was the reason you were mad yesterday."
I rose my eybrows, my back facing him as we both sat on the comfy sofa I was sitting on earlier. I don't even know why I was sitting inbetween Shane's legs because this wasnt right, but it was pretty confortable so I wasnt complaining. I pretended to divert my attention back to the still on television, not giving him an answer.
"You still think theres something going on between Me and Cheryl." His words came out as a blurred melody as all of my senses were being driven wild with every touch of his. This was wrong, but you know it is one of those times where you know it's wrong and you're gonna regret it later on, but in the heat of the moment, you dont care. That's how I was feeling every time Shanes hands would fall on my thighs, slowly and teasingly running them up and down and pretending like he didnt even notice what he was doing, like it was being done by his sub-concious mind.
"Oh...the famous silent treatment. Is that what I'm getting now, sweetpea?" He inquired. I could hear the smile in his voice as if he were mocking me. "Sweetpea..." He sighed, trying to muffle a laugh within his voice. "...Hey, sweetpea.." He poked my back, playfully in the hopes of a response while I pressed my lips together, not sure if I should be laughing or mad. "C'mon pea pea." He nudged me this time and then brought his face closer to the back of my neck so that his lips were lightly nibbling on my right ear. "You know pea..." He informed, his voice much lower and the playfullness gone. Instead, it sounded more husky and darker. "..If you don't speak to me you'll have no one to take you back to the airport and then, and you'll be stuck here. With me. Alone." His lips finished their performance on my ear and went down to my neck. "Not that I would mind."
"Seriously, you're getting horny, Shane. Thats not good for your fans. Well, it is good for them because it will be easier for them to seduce you, but yeah..." I told him, trying to keep a light tone on my voice while practically jumping off the couch. "And stop calling me sweetpea. It's annoying." He stared at me for a couple of seconds because of my sudden jump, that smirk still perfectly placed on his lips. "Uh...we should..I-I'll just go get my jacket. We should uh..we should leave for the airport." I turned on my heels and walked as fast as I could towards the stairs, trying to make sure I dont look like I was running.
I was, kind of...from the situation. I didnt know why. Well, I did. But I was just so confused by Shane and his actions. We decided we were friends, no matter what we may really want inside, but he was still kissing me. He was still doing those things that friends dont do, and I wasnt sure where this was going. I didnt want it to be something I'd regret later so the easiest option was to run. Like I did. To his bedroom. I found my jacket located on his bed just like I had left it earlier on in the day and grabbed it, hoping to find Shane and get out of the house at least.
I had never felt so much physical attraction towards one person before, and that person happening to be someone you hated yesterday and you're kissing today - that isnt good. I'm not even sure how I feel about him today. Maybe less hate than yesterday, or maybe no hate at all. But I didnt know if I could go back to the road of being his girlfriend again. And more importantly, I didnt know if he wanted me to.
I practically banged right into Shane at the door of his bedroom on my way out - that was how eager I was to leave, that I didnt even see him.
"Whoa...whoa..calm down now sweetpea." Shane laughed as I composed myself from the sudden hit with his hard chest.
"I told you, I dont like being called sweetpea." I reminded him, my voice slightly stern and annoyed.
"Thats why I'm calling you that, sweetpea." He informed, smiling proudly at me.
"Okay, banana, c'mon lets go." I urged, trying to push past him, but in vain.
"Banana? What sort of name is that? Atleast think of something creative Mitchie."
"Blahh Shane." I shook my head. "Lets go." I tried pushing past him again, but this time I was met with his body pressing my back up against the nearest wall while his right hand closed the bedroom door skillfully.
"I'm not that intimidating that you should run from me." He assured, bringing his face closer to mine, both of his hands on either side of the wall holding me captive.
"I'm not running." I lied, my voice cracking.
"Good." He said, obviously not believing me, but deciding to play along. He didnt hesitate to place a kiss on my temple, taking his time to move down to the side of my face, kissing every patch of skin attentivly. Did I mention that by this time my hormones had driven off the edge and I was trying to do everything to resist him, to stop him, but that wasnt going to work for me, no.
"S-Shane." I managed to stutter out.
"hmmhh?" He stopped kissing me and brought his face a short distance away from mine so that he could look at me directly in the eyes. I could still feel his uneven breathing though, telling me he was as nervous as I was even if he showed nothing but confidence.
"We-We're gonna get late."
"No we're not." He simply replied, still boring his eyes into mine. He was right. It would be atleast 11pm by the time dad got off the plane and through all of the security. It was bearly 10 now.
"I.."
"Do you love me?" He asked, both of his warm hands now cupping my cold face. I closed my eyes at the feeling of his skin on mine, intaking his scent and his presence. He stayed quiet again, and I could feel his gaze on my face even with closed eyes, waiting for me to answer. "Do you want me?" He questioned, his voice low and dangerous and his lips now on the side of mine, not kissing, just sitting on the side of my lips, releasing his sweet breath onto me. "Do you, huh?" He growled. His hand travelled from my shoulders to my arms and down, continuing while his other hand stayed on my face.
I bit my lip when I opened my eyes, wanting only to say YES YES and YES as I stared back, my hands falling lightly on his sides, dropping my forgotten jacket. I dont know what happened to me when his lips met mine, because I was the one kissing his back, tugging onto his neck, running my hands down his gorgeous hair. I was the one whos hands were wondering around his body, who wanted nothing more than him at that moment.
A low growl errupted from his thought as I clutched onto his curls, tightly, kissing him with all the passion I could gather up. He responded by slamming me up against the wall again, pressing his body onto mine again, removing his lips form mine. I moaned lightly when I felt his arousal against my stomach, myself frowning at the loss of contact with his lips.
"Tell me now.." He demaned, raising his eyebrows again and then dropping them. He brought his face closer to mine so that his words hit my skin like fire. "Do you love me? Do I drive you absolutely crazy? Do I make you wanna rip my clothes off and fuck me like theres no tomorrow, because baby, thats how you make me feel." He admitted, rubbing his nose against mine. I felt like my brain could no longer work because of the heat emitting form his and my body and the heat filled inside the room eventhough it was December along with the fact that I had never heard Shane speak that way. I was the one who spoke like that. Maybe not so boldly.
"Shane, I-"
He cut me off before I could say anything further and hastily kissed my lips one more time. "No matter what has happened between us, I have never stopped loving you even for a second. I know things seem different, but what you she shouldnt always be believed." He told me. "Baby, I love you. I love you so much, words dont do justice. I cant explain in words how much you mean to me." He kissed my cheek and then looked back at me. "Just tell me, do you love me? Honestly, please. Trust me, Mitchie, if you don't, if you cant look at me the same way you did before you dont have to tell me you love me to please me, although you're not one of those peopel who would, but still, if you think we can try and make things work, try and fix whats gone wrong, try and be each others again then tell me, but if you dont...We can just pretened this never happened. I'll never bring it up ever again, Mitchie."
"Shane, I love you." I said, letting go of the breath I didnt even know I was holding and kissing him like tonight was the last night I'd ever see him.
"Let me show you how much I love you?"
Will they do it or wont they? Cliffyyy hahah :D Yes, I'm so mean. Soooo sorry for the 3 whole week delay. I have been really busy and lazy, but I hope all of your interests havent gone...So, about this chapter first of all I apaologise for the errors and spelling mistakes. As usualy its nearly 4 am here and I just finished this. I didnt wanna keep you guys waiting any longer and Im too lazy to check the mistakes. Kill me in teh reviews for them if you like but please doo review. And about the ending and Shane...whoooo haha so the next chapter MIGHT and I say MIGHT just be a M rated one depending on what you guys want. Tell me if you want them to have sex or not? I wanna hear your thoughts on that and Yeah well this isnt ending as soon as I thought it would so hurrrayyy...i think. anyway I love sexy Shane hahah I;ll be out of town from the 1st to 8th of aug so I wont be able to write or I might just type it on my ipod touch, I'm not sure, just incase I dont update before that and you guys think I'm dead.
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