Hey readers! Before you read this chapter, you might want to make sure that you read my profile. So don't get mad at me if you didn't read it, because I left a warning. I just want to start off by saying, yes. This is the last chapter of Murmur Of A Heartbeat. I am not playing a joke this time. =( But don't worry. There will most likely be a sequel. I just need some time to plan it out.
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I stared out the plane window at the pouring rain. Although I could barely see anything because of the rain. I sighed silently to myself.
Are you even doing the right thing?
I sighed again, looking out the window down below. Normally, I was slightly afraid of heights and planes. But at the moment, I honestly didn't care. I looked over at Aiden, who grimaced at me. He rested his head on my shoulder. I took a deep breath and looked back out at the window. My cell phone buzzed in my pocket but I ignored it. I gritted my teeth and rested my head against the window.
Aiden's phone went off next. He sighed, lifting his head off of my shoulder and flipped his phone open. "Hello?" he said quietly, as if trying not to disturb me.
Or the decision I made.
He nodded a few times, from what I saw in my peripheral vision. What I didn't see until I looked at him, was his facial expression. It was...worried? Confused? Hell if I know. All I do know, is that, against my will, he handed me the phone. I narrowed my eyes before taking the phone and lifting it to my ear. "Hello?"
Wow. My voice sounded so scratchy. I haven't spoken since the night of the benefit concert. And I did not sound good.
"Mitchie."
I froze, recognizing Nate's panicked voice on the other line. "N-Nate?" I asked. Why would he be calling me? The last time I spoke to him, I told him I hated him. What could he want?
"Mitchie. It's Shane." he said, sounding worried. For some strange reason, I felt shudders go down my spine. "What about him?" I tried to sound careless. "We can't find him." he whispered. "We have no idea where he is. Is he with you?" he asked. I sighed. "Who exactly is we?" I asked, avoiding the second question. I heard him sigh again. "Me! Jason! Everyone! No one knows where he is!"
"Nate. I don't have the slightest clue where he is. I haven't seen him in two days. I am on a plane right now, and I don't think I should be on the phone." I lied. He sighed in frustration. "Do you even know what you did to him?" he whispered. It didn't sound accusing, so I didn't really feel insulted. It sounded like he ... cared. I started to grind my teeth a little, tightening my jaw. I was doing my best not to cry. "He left me for touring. I did the same." I spat.
Regular
"Why do you think we gave up touring? Performing period? It was his choice. He did it so he could be with you. He did it because of how guilty and regretful he felt. And then you rejected him. So now he has nothing, Mitchie. And now, now no one knows where the hell he is."
Mitchie felt her breathing stop a little.
Shane gave up performing for her? He gave up his life for her? All for HER? She couldn't comprehend it. "Nate." she said desperately. "I am on my way to Dallas." she said helplessly, now wishing that she wasn't. "I can't do anything." she slammed her head against the seat in front of her. She heard Nate sigh. "I can't do anything." she repeated softly. She sat there for a few moments in silent. Neither her or Nate said a word.
Finally, after another minute, she couldn't stand it anymore. She snapped the phone shut and handed it to Aiden, standing up. She quickly walked down the aisle and into the small bathroom.
Thoughts started racing her mind. Had she made the right decision? In leaving Shane behind?
If she did, then why the hell was she so worried about him? She sighed and slammed her fists down on the porcelean counter in front of the sink.
She knew what she had to do.
She walked out of the bathroom and sat back down in her seat beside Aiden, not making eye contact.
"Aiden." she sighed, finally noticing the curious glance he was giving her, no doubt from the conversation she had just had with the youngest Gray brother. "Yeah, love?" he asked quietly. She took a deep breath and looked out the window at the rain crashing against it. "When we get to the next stop, I'm getting off. But I want you to stay and meet Taylor in Dallas." Aiden narrowed his eyes at her slightly, before understanding. Lights started flashing, letting them know to put their seat belts on. Mitchie, though, already had hers on. She hated planes so she never took it off.
The plane landed moments later. Mitchie stood up and looked at Aiden sadly. He smiled at her. "Go get him." he murmured. She gave him a small smile before hugging him tightly. He pulled her against his chest in a bear hug. "Tay has been looking for an amazing agent. So here is your chance. She is bigger than I ever was anyway." she smiled. "Got that right." he mumbled against her hair, making her laugh.
"You're fired."
"For the record, I quit." he teased back. "Ha. I have always wanted to say that." he mumbled as an after thought. Mitchie smiled. "I love you Aiden." she whispered. He smiled. "I know. Heart you too girl. Now get out of here." he gently pushed her towards the door. She smiled at him just as they were closing the plane doors. "Good luck." she mouthed. He smiled and nodded. "You too." he whispered. She read his lips.
After standing about twenty yards from it, she waved at Aiden, seeing him through the window, slight tears in her eyes. He smiled and shook his head, mouthing go! He waved his hands, shooing her away. She smiled and laughed breathlessly, tears streaming down her face. She ran towards the air port building as fast as she could, pushing through the crowd of paparazzi mindlessly.
Mitchie! Where are you going?
She just smiled and shook her head, once she got inside the building. "Where I belong." she whispered. "One ticket to New York. Please." she said frantically. She had a feeling she knew where Shane would be.
Shane stared out at the water, crashing against the sand he was sitting in. His face was pale as he sat there with absolutely no emotion on his face. He gritted his teeth slightly, tracing small patterns in the sand. He jumped slightly before rolling his eyes when his cell phone rang. He leaned back a little so he could pull it out of his jean pocket. He looked at the color ID pointlessly. He knew it would Be Jason or Nate. He growled to himself and threw the phone out into the water, standing up in a fury. He started walking.
Over the hours, Mitchie had tried dozens of times to call Shane.
Nothing.
He hated her and she knew it.
He gave up his entire life for her, and she turned him down. She left him with nothing. And now, he was no where to be found. It was around 11 at night, and Mitchie had already gotten off of her plane in New York. She quickly ran to the end of the sidewalk, hailing a cab. Of course, they stopped immediately, recognizing that she was the Mitchie Torres. She rolled her eyes slightly at that thought. She jumped in the back quickly, shouting an address at the cab driver furiously. He obeyed and started driving, seeming a little shocked that Mitchie-the sweet, innocent, pop star, Mitchie was so panicked and frustrated.
"Here you go ma'am." he mumbled. She looked at him gratefully, throwing some money into the front seat. Before she stepped onto the property of Holly Wood Records Inc., she realized that she had no one that could find out where she was going. She nodded gratefully at the cab driver before he pulled away. She looked into the parking lot only to see a car she recognized that could only be Nate's. It was a 2009 Camaro. She sighed in relief and ran as fast as she could into the building. She could feel small blisters forming on her feet from the heels she was wearing. She didn't give a damn. "Nate!" she cried as soon as she entered the building. He turned around from the counter he was facing, slightly annoyed that someone had inturrupted whatever conversation he was having. The annoyance immediately faded once he saw that it was Mitchie. His eyes widened as she ran up to him, hugging him tightly. "M-Mitchie! What are you doing here?" he whispered, leading her away from the counter, and the curious glances she was receiving from the people behind it. She took a deep breath. "Nate, I need to borrow your car." she mumbled. "I know, we practically hate each other. And I deserve it. It's not like you don't too...but that isn't the point. Nate, I am so sorry for everything that has happened because of me."
"Shush." he muttered, handing her his car keys. She looked at him surprised. "Mitchie, go." he said sternly, smiling a little. "I have a feeling you know where he is. Don't wait any longer." she understood the double meaning in his words. She smiled and pecked his lips lightly. "Thank you Nate. I'll always love you. You know that? Right?" she whispered, hugging him again. He smiled and laughed breathlessly. "Go Mitchie." he whispered. She took one more look at him before running out of the building and towards Nate's brand new car.
She quickly climbed in, started it, and sped out of the parking lot. When she heard the sound of the engine, she sighed and smiled a little. "Damn Nate. Could you get a fancier car? What is wrong with a simple Mustang?" she mumbled to herself, speeding out of the city.
An hour later, she sped past her own home, which was so far out of the city. She bit her lip. "Two more hours." she whispered to herself.
The two hours passed by like two days. It felt like forever to her. She sped down the -some sort- unfamiliar drive way, finally reaching a small wooden house minutes later. She quickly got out of the car and ran towards the back of the house and further. She ran all the way until she found the small beach. The beach that she hadn't been to in more than a year now. But she knew that Shane came here whenever he needed to think. She ran through the grass, remembering when Shane had played "Ghost of Me." for her after she had a night mare of him leaving her.
It wont happen.
His words rang through her ears. She sighed. "I know I know!" she said frustratedly. "It was me this time!" She ran through the grass and down the wooden stairs that led to the beach. She froze when she saw his guitar propped up against the last step. She remembered the last time they were here before he played for her.
"It goes everywhere I go." he had reminded her.
She ran faster than ever down the last steps of the stairs, ignoring the pain she felt in her feet. She sighed and ripped her shoes off, throwing them into the sand, before continuing down the beach. "Shane?" she called. She could hear her heart breaking in the silence.
And it completely disappeared once she realized he wasn't there anymore.
But his guitar-
Stop this. her mind screamed at her. It's over. Face it. You lose.
She didn't have the strength to cry anymore. The tears fell silently anyway. She barely even noticed them. She midnlessly walked the beach, unsure of where she was going. She sighed, realizing that karma really got to her. Shae had given up everything for her. She had just done the same for him, and now, he was gone.
About ten minutes later, she came to a stop and glared out at the water. She froze and jumped when she heard someone scoff. She turned around, but couldn't see who it was, since it was so dark outside. It was around 1 in the morning by now. All she could see was the figure of him. And she knew.
It was Shane.
He was about 5 feet away from her, sitting in the sand, staring out at the water. "It's about time, you know." he mumbled mindlessly. She narrowed her eyes taking another step forward. "It's about time it blew up in my face. I treated her like shit and ruined her life. And it finally blew up in my face. Karma is a fucking bitch. OK Nate. So you found me. Big deal. Nothing you say will mean anything now. I'm not going anywhere. Just give up." She kept trying to respond but he kept continuing.
So he thought she was Nate. She tightened her jaw and took a deep breath. She tried to tell him it was her again, but he started talking again. She sighed.
"And I know you are probably wondering why I won't let you talk?" he muttered, laughing breathlessly with no humor. "It's because there is nothing you can say to change any of this. So what?" he shrugged. "What can you possibly say to change anything?"
Mitchie took another step towards him, standing behind him now, as he shoved himself off of the ground. He didn't look at her.
"Does your offer still stand?" she murmured quietly. She noticed his entire body tense.
Shane's eyes widened once he heard someone else's voice, rather than Nate's.
It was Mitchie.
He slowly turned around, as if, if he moved too fast, she would disappear. The moon light glinted off of her, letting him see the tear stains on her cheeks and the faulty smile on her face. He took a deep intake of breath. "Mitch?" he whispered, still not believing it. "Aren't you supposed to ..." he couldn't finish. She shook her head, laughing with no humor, before looking down then back up.
"So that's it?" she whispered, a small smile on her face. "Just going to stand there?" her body shook slightly, a silent sob breaking her chest, even though she wasn't really crying. He narrowed his eyes and hesitantly took another step forward. "What do you think I should do?" he whispered in confusion. She shook her head. "I honestly don't care." she replied. He took another step forward; he was directly in front of her now. "Oh?" he mused in a small whisper. "What if I..." he trailed off, putting a hand on her waist. She jumped at the sudden electric waves traveling through her entire body at his touch.
God how she missed him.
He felt his hand tingle when he touched her waist. "God." he whispered. "We're so broken." He grabbed both of her hips and hesitantly pulled her closer to him. She nodded, both answering his statement and telling him it was OK. He shot her a look, asking permission to even touch her in the slightest. She smiled.
"I'm sorry." he whispered. She looked down then into his eyes again, both of them standing in the glowing light of the moon. He pulled her body against his. "And I forgive you..." she whispered. "But I want something." she continued. He nodded. "Anything. I can buy you a car. A house. I'll do my best if it is a country you want." he teased. She laughed in a whisper. She studied the way he shook his hair out of his face as he held her against him. Suddenly, she just couldn't take it anymore. She lifted her neck up and stood on her tippy toes to gently press her lips against his. He responded almost immediately, bending his neck down so she didn't have to try so hard. She slowly ran her fingers through his hair, holding his lips to hers.
Holding his heart.
The kiss was so powerful, it actually brought Shane to his knees, bringing Mitchie down with him into the soft sand. They were both on their knees, kissing breathlessly. He started kissing her harder, pressing her up against the sand, laying her down accidentally. Neither of them really noticed. He climbed on top of her, fisting his hands into the sand to keep himself balanced. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. He rubbed his body against hers sensuously.
Suddenly, oxygen was becoming a necessity. Shane pulled his lips away from Mitchie's breathlessly. After taking a couple of deep breaths, his lips returned to working hers. His hands shakily started unbuttoning her dress shirt. (She was still dressed for her first concert in Dallas.) He left hot kisses from her lips, down her jaw, and to her neck as he slid her shirt off of her arms, leaving her in just a tank top. She took a deep breath as she felt his warm, moist tongue glide over the skin of her neck. She tugged on his hair softly, causing him to look at her. She had small confusion in her eyes. But nothing he couldn't just kiss away. "What?" he whispered huskily. She looked to her left, to see the sparkling water from the moon, just feet away from them. "We're on a beach.." she mumbled. He shook his head and started kissing her again. "This-is-my beach. No one has ever been on it-but-" he continued kissing her heatedly. "you-and-me." he breathed hard. She didn't bother to reply. She just grabbed his hair and made him kiss her again.
She started to unbutton his shirt as well, sliding it off of his muscular arms. Once she got it off of him, she tossed the shirt in the sand, running her hands up his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense from her touch. Even after all these years, he still got these feelings whenever she touched him. He felt the anticipation grow as he imagined everything about to happen between the both of them. "You're going to marry me." he whispered, kissing her hard, unbuttoning and zipping down her jeans. She smiled and was about to reply until he cut her off. "You really don't have a choice. There is no way in fucking-hell-" he started kissing her neck again. "that I am letting you go again." he whispered against her hot skin.
He didn't let her respond considering, her lips were now busy with his at the moment. He grabbed the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and off over her head, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She started to undo his jeans shakily. He helped her by sliding out of them. He looked into her eyes for permission before grabbing the hook of her bra, which was in between the valley of her breasts, holding the bra closed. He slowly unclasped it, letting her breasts come into sight. He felt his mouth water as she pulled the offending article of clothing off of her shoulders. He gazed at her breasts longingly, gently sliding his hand over one of them. She arched into his touch, gasping slightly as he took her nipple in between his fingers. He gently and lovingly groped her chest, kissing her harder than before, if that was even possible.
He hooked his fingers onto the sides of her panties, softly pulling them down her body. Her hands went up to the hem of his boxers, slowly pulling them down. She bit her lip, like every other time, when she saw his cock. And of course, like every other time, blazes of fire ignited in him once she bit her lip. He started kicking his boxers down, softly fondling with her clit. She whimpered softly. "Shane." she gasped as she felt his long slender finger slide inside of her. She gripped tightly on his shoulder blades, causing him to shudder softly and add another finger inside of her heat. He softly dragged his lips across her chest, gently biting and sucking her nipples lovingly.
Just as Mitchie felt her orgasm nearing, she whimpered when Shane stopped. Before she could ask, he slowly started to fill her up with his cock. She felt him twitching inside of her as he slowly came to a halt at her hips. The feeling was so familiar-yet unfamiliar. It had been so long. Of course, judging by the once, two years they had gone, it hadn't been the longest he had gone without being inside of her.
But hell, it still seemed like forever.
"God Shane." she whispered, gripping tighter on his back as he pushed back into her. He grunted softly, hitting into her a little harder. "Do you know what you do to me?" he whispered weakly in a slight snarl. The way he was speaking drew her over edge. "What?" she asked dangerously. He laughed humorlessly and breathlessly as he pounded into her harder than before, still thrusting slowly. She threw her head back in complete ecstasy. She tangled her fingers in his hair, one of her hands still gripping his shoulder blades.
"Do you feel me Mitchie?" he hissed. She took a deep breath, feeling her eyes roll to the back of her head a little. "Do you feel how-hard-" he grunted animalistically as he thrusted harder. "you make me?" he continued. She tightened her jaw as he picked up speed. "This-is-how much I- missed-you." he thrusted harder and harder with every word. "How much I-needed to be-inside-of y-you." he took a deep breath, taking a break from talking momentarily as he moaned her name. She started moaning. "Shane faster. Please." she begged, wrapping one of her legs around his bare waist. He obeyed instantly. "Fuck fuck fuck." he growled. "I'm not losing you again." he hissed, going harder. She gasped in slight pain but mostly pleasure. She just shook her head. "You are so mine now. No one else's." he snarled. "No one's but mine. Got it?" he whispered perilously. She just nodded, not even hesitating. "Got it?" he repeated in a dangerous growl, slightly frustrated at her lack of voice. "Yes Shane yes!" she cried, finally reaching her peak. He tightened his jaw as he felt her tighten around him continuously before he spilled into her at her desperate words.
Moments later, Shane stayed on top of Mitchie. They were breathing extremely hard against each other's lips. He gave her a lustful glare. "Mine." he hissed again. Suddenly, out of no where, she felt her walls contract around him again, causing him to gasp and arch his body against hers, pressing his sweaty forehead against hers. He thrusted slowly and softly against her, to help her through her surprise orgasm, causing him to lose it again as well. Mitchie silently screamed, holding him to her tighter. Something about the way he seemed so possessive just set her off.
"Not that that wasn't fucking incredible, love,-" Shane started, Mitchie now laying on his chest. She smiled against his chest, shaking the sand out of her hair. "But I have a feeling that great, hot, sweaty sex wasn't what you were referring to when you said you wanted something in return for your forgiveness." he took a deep breath. Both of them were both slightly breathing hard. She laughed in a whisper, causing him to also.
"So what do you want Mitchie?" he whispered into her ear. She smiled down at him before replying in a soft whisper.
"Let's run away."
:::::*The End*:::::
So there you have it readers. I truly hope you enjoyed the story. All of you reviewing means so much to me. You have no idea. So now that MOAHB is over, I can tell you that there definitely will be a sequel. I have already thought of a couple of things for it. I most likely wont be posting the sequel until November or December. I need time to plan it out. Plus, I want to get some chapters ready and such for you amazing readers/reviewers. Thank you so much to the ones who reviewed, favorited, subscribed, and such. You have no idea how much it really means to me. I am sad to say that this is the last chapter. At least I know that I worked hard on it. I might -though- redo (possibly just slightly edit) some chapters in the beginning. Not to brag, but I Think my writing has gotten much better and more defined than from when I first started this. I looked back on my first 5 to 10 chapters and I don't think they are my best work. I think they are quite sloppy in a way actually. Lol. I have no idea how you guys first got interested in this story, but it happened. And it means so much. I love you guys so much. (I just keep saying that huh? Ha.)
So one last time for the ride, eh? ::*My Current Addictions*:: are: Definitely "Bounce." by the Jonas Brothers, Demi Lovato, and other characters from the Camp Rock 2 Cast. It is so cool to see that the boys are finally posting some funny videos again. It is absolutely hilarious. If you haven't checked it out, you should. Seriously. **Remixes by Djhredee of the Jonas Brothers on You Tube. Pretty much all Paramore songs. And I have gone through a Fray phase lately. I used to love them so much, then I didn't hear from them for a while. And now I listen to them all the time. My three faves are "Over my head" "How To Save a life" "Never say never" and "You Found Me." Lol ok so that's four. Sue me. Haha. Just plain out listening to the old Jonas stuff. You know, I.A.T and their self titled album. They rock. They always have. Even when they were in Columbia Records lol. I have loved them for five years now. That is how amazing they have been to me. Love them.
RQ: Which Jonas Brothers song means the most to you and why? (Make what you must out of the question. Answer how you please. Lol it is like a free write essay. Haha jk.)
MA: I would be torn between "Take a Breath." and "Inseparable." Take a Breath, because that is the first song I heard by them that made me really and truly think about what I had in my life. It helped me through some really tough situations where I would just think to myself, take a breath. At times, when I was angry or depressed, I would just run through the song over and over again in my head as if it was my own personal radio. Even if I was scared of something, like walking the streets at night and such. Inseparable has always been my favorite song by them. No matter what. I fell in love with it from the start. Just the way it makes me feel you know? OK lol so maybe you might not know. But I sure do.
So there is my lil mini essay haha.
I love you guys all so much.
Thank you for every single thing you guys have done for me and my story. You are the reason why I even bothered to continue it. At first, "Murmur of a Heartbeat" wasn't so popular. I got like 2 or 3 reviews on each chapter. And (I'm not sure how exactly) soon, it progressed. And it is ALL because of you. I sound like such a sap right now, I know. But you guys just rock so much.
Don't forget to look out for new chapters of "Chance to Say" (Smitchie) and "What Mistakes Can bring us"(Nitchie) coming soon.
I love you all.
XOXO
Kristen.
And not for the last time. ;)