"Jase!"

Shane quited down as he realized that she was once again asleep.

"Jason, I didn't mean it to come out the way it sounded."

Jason sighed heavily and handed his sister off to the youngest band member, who took her back to one of the bedrooms.

"Maybe you should tell her that, Shane. Because right now, she thinks that you don't care about her at all."

"That's not true!"

"Then prove it to her."

He moved to sit on the couch, still shaken over her confession.

"Jase? What's wrong? What happened?"

He sat down beside his older friend, his eyes full of concern. For the second time that day, he was the kid who forgot about the fame for two seconds.

"Jason? Talk to me, man."

Normally, he would talk to Nate about this sort of thing, but Nate was busy talking to his sister.

"Mitchie was in the car."

"What? What do you mean?"

"The car accident that killed my parents? Mitchie was in the backseat. I could have lost her too, Shane."

"Jase..."

"Don't you dare say that you know how I feel, because the truth is, you don't. And I pray you never have too. Because right now, it's even worse than losing my parents. It's like losing them all over again."

"Jason..." Shane shook his head. "Mitchie survived for a reason...Why haven't you talked to us, me, Nate, Caitlyn, Hayley, or even Mitchie about the way that you're feeling? You've been so busy trying to make everyone else happy, that you haven't let yourself grieve."

"What the fuck do you want me to say?!" Jason hissed, standing up and brushing past him. "What the fuck am I supposed to say, Shane? That I had the perfect relationship with my parents? Newsflash. They kicked me out of their lives, and even if what Mitchie said was true, they never called! God, the only kid they ever wanted was Mitchie, my perfect little sister. And yet, the got stuck with a fucked up son who doesn't know a fucking thing about how to take care of a sixteen year old kid. You wanna know the truth? At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted Mitchie. I didn't know if I wanted her to be apart of my world. But now she is, and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I honestly wonder sometimes if she would have been better off in a foster home."

Shaking, he shot a glance at his younger band mate and suddenly went pale. Shane's eyes were locked into Mitchie's, who stood there with no expression on her face.

"So that's how you really feel?" She whispered, heading towards the door. "Well thank you for taking forever to finally say it, Jason."

"Mitch..."

"No." Mitchie cut him off. "I mean it, thank you. Because at least now, maybe someone will actually want me living with them."

"Michelle Elizabeth Torres." Jason barked, his authority taking over. "Where do you think you're going?"

"As far away from you as possible."

With tears streaming down her face, she slammed the hotel door behind her and walked away, despite her brother calling her name.

"Michelle-"

He was cut off by Shane yanking hard on his jacket. "I'll go find her. Stay here, Jase and cool off. I think you guys are going to have a lot to talk about when I get back."

Before he could protest any further, Shane too, had slammed the door. So instead, he turned to Nate.

"Jason..."

Nate was never one for too much PDA with his band mates, Jason's random group hugs included. But his friend needed him, and he would never let him down.

"Jase," He muttered, wrapping his arms around the older boy. "Let it out, man. You've been holding onto this for too long."

Jason let out a shaky breath, tears streamed down his cheeks. "I didn't mean what I said...I was just so angry...I love her, man. More than anything."

"I know," Nate promised him. "It's all going to be okay."