Exactly Where Were Supposed To Be
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Chapter 7: Us
An: Sorry for the lack of updates but i was doing exams and went on holiday!, but I'm back, don't worry this chapter isn't the end, i just needed something to make it happy, so please let me know what you're thinking. On with the story
Shane awoke the next morning, it was bright outside, but looking at his watch it told him it was six am, his head hurt and he was still on the floor, an empty jack Daniel's bottle in his hand. He didn't remember much from last night, though he did remember Brown coming in and talking to him, though what he said to him, still remained a bit of a mystery to be honest.
Pulling himself up from the floor, he sat on his bed, wondering what possessed him to drink a full bottle of jack Daniel's, he knew things had become bad, but not to the extent of drinking and opening up to his uncle.
The worst thing, he thought was, was the fact that he had done it without even trying to figure out everything, to be honest he just needed relief, relief from all of the drama, he had taken out a full summer to come here and find her, to talk to her, to touch her and just to be in the same place she was. But he knew that he would never be in the same place as her, he loved her so much, so much that all he had thought about through this whole thing, was making love to her, and how good it would feel, but he also realised that he would probably never be able to trust her again, no matter how much that love overpowered any other emotion he had for her and her son.
It seemed as if nothing he did would make sense any more, nothing seemed to matter. The press, he thought to himself, argh the press he sighed, they would get a hold of this, they would blow it out of proportion, calling him a liar for pledging purity and setting an example to a number of young teenage girls, and the fact that it looked like he was abandoning his one year old son. They would love this, they would live for this, it would be such a money maker, there was nobody to turn to, Mitchie would never speak to the press, but he knew somehow, sooner or later, it would come out.
Taking a glass of water, he swallowed hard, he needed fresh air, taking with him his jacket, he took in the crisp morning air that filled the morning and headed down through the camp. The only people he noticed up were a couple of the juniors and one or two eager helpers, setting everything up for the day and of course Dee. Dee was the peppiest person in the world, normally Shane could put up with her over happy attitude towards life, but today he just couldn't handle it.
"I'm invisible, I'm invisible, I'm invisible, I'm inv" he was interrupted
"Shane" she called out in her usual sing song way
Sighing he looked over at her "Dee" he called out, smiling fakely back
"What has you up at six twenty five in the morning"
"You know, just couldn't sleep" he said, hoping she couldn't smell his breath
"Really" she smiled "Don't really sound like you, if I'm honest" she smiled
"Yeah well lately I haven't really been like me"
Dee looked at him, a smile on her face becoming bigger, the way she always got when she wanted to help people, or in general really.
"I'm fine Dee" Shane called, turning on his heel, back to his cabin, he was not staying there any longer
"Shane" she whispered to herself "Why can't you just tell the truth"she said
Entering his cabin again, he reached for the phone, looking through the phone, he realised that he'd gotten a message from Tess Tyler "I'm guna av serious words with you boii, get urself a copy of us weekly now"
Shane read the message over three times, he couldn't believe what she had written, it was sent earlier, but he knew that something was going on. Heading back out of the cabin again, he wondered why Tess Tyler would be texting at quarter to seven in the morning, but she was so it must be serious. Taking a shortcut to get out of the camp, he headed down to the local shop. Handing in the money he picked up a copy of us weekly without even looking at it, the woman at the till however gave him a strange look. Paying for the magazine, he headed back to the camp, he decided that it would be best to resist temptation and not read it until he got home or to his cabin.
Heading straight back to Camp Rock, Shane rushed to the cabin, sitting on his bed he looked through the magazine, finally finding a four page spread, or special on what Tess was talking about on page 87, "Shanes baby daddy"
Shane read the headline aloud, not knowing what to do. Reading the article, he was shocked at how it twisted the truth
Shanes baby daddy
Shane Gray, 19, seems to have been keeping two secrets from us. One the fact that he is no longer a virgin, and the other that he is a father. Sources tell us that the youngster who is staying at camp rock in order to help students with music, has discovered that he is a father, it seemed to be news to him too, the fact that he had a one and two month old child named Tadhg Torres, word has it that rumoured mother, fellow music teacher 17 year old Mitchie Torres didn't even put his name on the birth certificate, Us weekly is guessing that Gray wanted no part of this. Our source however tells us that Shane's guilt may be getting to him, as he took out his troubles with a bottle of brand name whiskey and by spilling all to an uncle Brown, who is head of the camp. Our source did also say that they could hear him crying and he had been off form, some time before this. It has not been confirmed whether Gray has seen his son, but Us weekly believes that Shane may be likely to be in the headlines for some time to come.
He couldn't read anymore, he found it too hard, it felt like it wasn't real anymore, he wouldn't have left Mitchie if he knew, he would have been with her, to help her with everything from money to late night feeds, but she didn't tell him. Why was he the one to look bad when all he did was want to know why she had kept this from him. He wasn't going to stop wondering until he met his son, until he called him daddy, no matter what it took. Throwing himself face first in the bed, he screamed, shouts of frustration at what had become of his life. He had lost everything, and yet he had done nothing, his world had come crashing down, and he had no idea where to pick up the pieces or how either.
Looking around him, he realised that he had nothing. Everything he had wanted in his life had gone, all because he didn't fight. Well tonight and from now on, he would fight, fight for the woman he loved, even if he couldn't trust her and his son, though he had spent but ten solatary minutes with him.
He knew he loved him too.
He wanted to hear the words dada and any other baby noises, he wanted to be near his son, but he knew that he had a fight ahead of him. Nothing worth getting is ever easy, his mom had told him that when he was turned down when connect three went to Sony records, he couldn't stop now.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear his phone ringing. Startling him back to reality, he picked it up, it was Mitchie, just the person he needed to talk to.
"Shane Joseph Adam Gray you get your butt over here now" she roared, not giving him a chance to speak
Shane hung up the phone and headed down to the other cabins, to find Mitchie's room. Mitchie was staying in one of the smallest cabins,. he knew that much, he was hoping she would stay with him, but really it hadn't been that easy. So he strolled down, thoughts flooding through his head on what to say, but he knew that she was mad, she had to get it out.
Opening the door to her cabin, he found her, crying with the magazine in her hand "Mitchie" he offered, letting her know his presence
"How could you" she spat, her eyes tear stained
"What" Shane asked
"How could you sell a story" she cried throwing another magazine at him
"You think this was me" he asked, looking at the magazine
"Yes" she spat
Shane took a deep breath and sat down beside her "Mitchie" he sighed, looking at her shy frame
"What" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper
"Do you honestly think that I would sell a story like this to get back at you or something"
She shook her head
"Didn't think so" he said "So what's wrong"
"I don't know, it's just I never wanted my son to be in the limelight"
"He's a gray Mitch, he's gonna be in the limelight"
Mitchie smiled momentarily "I just never wanted him to be out for people to look at and ogle, he's my son, not the media's chew toy"
"He's mine too" he said, swallowing hard
"Even though you don't know him"
"Its not my fault" Shane said, pulling in closer to her, feeling her body close to him
"I know" she sighed deeply "Its mine, I want you to know him, I want you to call him your son"
"I wouldn't have left you know" he said, locking his hand around hers
"I know, that's why I didn't tell you" she said, chocking back an onslaught of tears
Looking into her tear stained eyes, he realised that none of it seemed to matter any more, kissing her tenderly, he knew that these lips were the only ones he should be kissing, the only ones that make him wanna cry, she should be the only one that's been on his mind. As the sky brightened around them, they made love, with more emotion and love than they had ever known.