A/N: Hey there, so here we are, the final chapter. This is the end! Ok, so I have a little treat for you in this chapter, I know on Chapter 11 I said that it had already been written but once I'd posted 11 I decided to completely start chapter 12 again, but still it's up pretty quick. Now, as a gift for you guys for responding so well to this story I've made the last chapter very drama filled and rather long. I say rather long, I had to contemplate whether to put it up as one chapter or split it in to three, that's how long it is. Over four thousand words :O.
Anyway, this final Chapter is dedicated to everyone who reviewed/will review :)
Is It All Just Pretend?
Chapter 12: This Is Real.
After minutes, that seemed like hours, Shane finally managed to tug himself free of the obsessive fans, tugging him away from their addicted clasps and sneaking backwards. He finally disappeared back into the hotel, slithering through the doors and crashing to the floor of the lobby.
He propped himself up on his elbows, spluttering for breath as he replayed Mitchie's confession of devotion in his mind. She loved him. She actually loved him. Shane could barely believe it. He had dreamed of that moment for so long, but it had been tarnished and ruined by his own stupidity, his own ridiculous schemes. Now, because of him, she was under the impression she was not worthy, that she wasn't good enough for him. Shane scoffed at the mere thought. How could she not be could enough for him? She was amazing and completely indescribable. His breath hitched in his throat as he pictured her heart broken face, tears streaming her pale cheeks. He had to find her. He had to tell he.
"Shane? Dude, what are you doing on the floor?" Shane looked up to see Nate and Caitlyn towering over him, looks of confusion and humour twisted upon their faces.
"It's a long story" Shane whispered solemnly, gripping onto Nate's outstretched hands and letting Nate pull him to his feet.
"Are they Mitchie's?" Caitlyn questioned, pointing to the strewn suitcases, a flicker of worry falling over her face.
"Caitlyn!" Shane suddenly blurted out, a stroke of genius crashing into his mind.
"What!" Caitlyn retorted, taken aback by his sudden outburst.
"Ring Mitchie. You need to ring Mitchie and find out where she is, she'll tell you" Shane declared, pulling Caitlyn's bag from under her arm, searching through it and finally wrenching out her phone and handing it back to her.
"What do you mean, 'where she is'?" Caitlyn questioned, tightening her grip around the phone. "What did you do?" She demanded angrily, moving closer to Shane.
"Nothing!" Shane replied defensively, cowering under Caitlyn's intense and penetrating glare. "She- she told me how she felt about me" Shane near whispered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
"What did you say back?" Caitlyn interrogated, ignoring Nate's inquiry of how did Mitchie feel about Shane.
"I didn't get a chance to say anything. She kept saying how she knew I wouldn't feel the same way and that she was leaving to stay at another hotel till she could get a flight out" Shane told Caitlyn desperately, his voice quavering with the memories. "Please, I need to know where she is" Shane pleaded, pushing Caitlyn's hand and urging her to make the phone call.
"Just one thing" Caitlyn started as she dialled the number, Shane nodded. "How do you feel about her?"
"I love her Cait" Shane said sincerely. "So much" Caitlyn nodded, her eyes brightening as a small smile appeared on her face, she pressed the phone to her ear, waiting for Mitchie to answer.
"Caitlyn?" A sniffling Mitchie whispered, her voice soft and empty.
"Yeah Mitch, it's me" Caitlyn said quietly, her smile fading at the sound of her voice. "Are you ok?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah" Mitchie lied, Caitlyn shook her head deciding it would be easier to leave the matter for now.
"I erm- I found your suitcases in the lobby, where are you?" Caitlyn questioned, wincing as she heard Mitchie choke back a sob, then silence. "Mitch, where are you? You know you can tell me anything" Caitlyn urged.
"You promise not to tell anyone else?" Mitchie asked, Caitlyn's eyes falling upon Shane who flinched at the words, it was clear that 'anyone else' translated as Shane. Caitlyn took a deep breath, could she really lie to her best friend? She had never lied to her before. But, she thought, this was for a good cause, this lie would most likely give her best friend her happy ending. "I promise" She whispered, a small thankful smile appearing on Shane's saddened features.
"I'm staying at The Richdon, it's about half an hour away" Mitchie sniffed, fully believing her friend would not reveal this information to anyone.
"Ok Mitch, I'll bring your bags to you, ok?" Caitlyn remarked, listening to Mitchies almost inaudible agreement before hanging up. "Did you hear that?" Caitlyn asked Shane who was currently, staring out of the door, cursing the hundreds of fans.
"Yeah, Richdon" Shane nodded as he moved from one spot to another, desperately trying to find a path that was infested by the soulless paparazzi.
"Promise me that you won't hurt her" Caitlyn told Shane, her eyes serious as he turned to face her. It wasn't quite a question, it wasn't quite a statement, more like a demand or a binding contract.
"Of course I won't" Shane told her sincerely.
"Good, because if you do, I will have to kill you" Caitlyn cautioned with a playful smirk, receiving a mock glare from Shane. "Go on then?" Caitlyn told him, signalling to the door.
"I can't" Shane muttered, pointing to the masses of people awaiting another appearance from Shane, his first clearly exciting them but not at all quenching their thirsts for celebrity activity.
"Hey guys, what's up?" The trio turned to a carefree Jason who wandered towards them, the large smile that never seemed to leave his face continuing to shine.
"I have a plan," Nate said, pulling Jason towards him. "You owe us one" Nate told Shane as he steered Jason out of the door.
"Wait, what? I don't want to go out there!" Jason squealed as the bright lights burst unwanted into his vision.
"Brilliant" Shane said under his breath as he watched the crowd surround two thirds of Connect Three. Shane quickly gathered his nerves before turning to Caitlyn and kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Thank you so much Caitlyn" He whispered.
"It's fine, now go" Caitlyn laughed. Shane nodded, creaking the door open slightly, making sure that the crowds were still circling his band mates. He smiled, as he crept out of the door, moving carefully and slyly around the throng of screams and flashes. He really did owe them.
Mitchie walked into her new hotel room, throwing herself down on the sofa. How could things have gone so wrong? A couple of weeks ago she was brimming with confidence and happiness, she was popular and she was best friends with Shane grey. But now, now she miserable and she knew that she had nothing to be confident about, but worst of all, she had lost her best friend. She had lost the best thing that had ever happened to her. She shouldn't have told him, at least then they would still be friends. She had ruined everything.
Mitchie threw her phone on to the table before curling herself up into a small ball, her tears raking through her as she tried to push the image of Shane out of her mind. Why was she so stupid! She had let Ruby get to her, she had once again crumbled beneath the power of a rich, nauseating blonde. Would she ever learn?
A loud knock at the door signified someone's arrival, Caitlyn's she presumed. Who else would it be? After all no-one else knew she was here, or at least, that was what she had thought. Mitchie wearily wiped away the moisture from her cheeks, knowing, yet not caring, that her cheeks would be smothered with black mascara. Mitchie tittered over the door, her head thumping due to a large migraine that was beginning to form. She pulled open the door, her mouth dropping as she studied the person that stood on the other side.
"Thomas?" Mitchie whispered, not being bothered to hide the disdain from her voice.
"Hey Mitch" Thomas said flirtatiously as he moved around her, letting himself into the hotel room. Mitchie furrowed her eyebrows as she watched him wander further into her room, she shook her head, not understanding how rude some people were.
"What?" Mitchie snapped as she turned to Thomas who had perched himself on a table. "What are you doing here?" Mitchie spat, closing the door slowly, deciding against locking it so that Thomas would be able to leave as quickly as he had come. Mitchie placed two of her fingers around the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as the small pin prick of pain pulsated through her skull.
"Came to see you" Thomas cooed, a cheeky grin accompanying his words. Mitchie opened her eyes once more, her lips curling into a revolted frown. "I know you rejected me at the ball, but that was when you were pretending to be Shane's girlfriend. So…I thought I'd try my luck again" Thomas whispered as he sauntered over to Mitchie, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the bedroom door which he successfully and dauntingly pushed open with his foot.
"No!" Mitchie shouted, appalled and disgusted to her core. "I rejected you because I didn't want to go out to dinner with you, let alone anything else." Mitchie told him, shuddering at the thought.
"Oh come on Mitch, live a little" Thomas whispered as he pointed through the open door towards the bed, waggling his eyebrows provocatively.
"Not with you!" Mitchie barked, as she moved in front of Thomas and slammed the bedroom door shut, not realising how close he would be as she turned around, his lips warily close to her own.
Shane sprinted through the corridors, his eyes despairingly searching for Mitchie' room. Room 146. The room number which he had managed to obtain courtesy of a couple of signed napkins. Being famous really did have its perks. Shane's heart leapt as he noticed the shining gold numbers, 146. The figures glimmering in the light, his eyes blocking out the thick covering of dirt that lay over them.
Shane skipped a little as he approached the door, his stomach exploding with nerves, which he had never experience before, excitement and fear soaring through him simultaneously. He raised his hand hesitantly above the door, taking a deep breath before….
Who was that?
Shane froze as he heard a deep and undeniably male voice radiating from Mitchie's room. Who was that? Shane dropped his stiff hand to his side, letting it slide away from the door, his excitement deflating as he listened to the manly voice. Shane stepped a little closer to the door, tilting his head to the side.
He quickly identified the owner of the voice to be Thomas, and he was unable able to stop the ocean of jealousy rush through him. He had noticed the way Thomas had danced with Mitchie earlier that evening, or maybe it was yesterday evening, time seemingly slipping away from him.
Shane shook away his doubts, she loved him, she had declared it less than an hour ago. He knew he had nothing to worry about, but that thought didn't make him feel anymore comfortable with the meeting, which is why he didn't go in, it's why he stayed on the other side of the door, pressing his ear determinedly against it.
*
"Don't be like that Mitch" Thomas cooed, leaning forward and wrapping his hand around her own.
"Don't call me Mitch!" Mitchie demanded, pulling her hand from his grasp.
"Oh, Mitch" Thomas drooled, emphasising the name she reserved for her closet friends. "Let's just have some fun tonight" Thomas stated, inching closer to a disgusted Mitchie whom took a step back, only to be met by the bedroom door. "You know you want it" Thomas laughed, leaning forward and placing a kiss upon her lips.
"I said no!" Mitchie shouted, pressing her hands against his chest and turning her head to the side, freeing her lips from his disturbing and sickening capture.
*
Shane lifted his head from the door after hearing Mitchie's raised voice, that last sentence being the only one he had been able to decipher, the rest being inaudible mumbles. What had she meant by that? Shane pursed his lips before returning his ear to its place on the door.
*
"I said yes!" Thomas replied with another laugh, seemingly believing that Mitchie was just playing hard to get. He pressed his body temptingly against Mitchie's, snaking his arms around her waist and pressing his lips against hers once more. She squirmed under his touch, pressing her hands against him again, but his strength over powering her own.
"Get off of me!" Mitchie screamed, between kisses, her stomach lurching as he continued to move her lips over her own, the urge to be sick creeping defiantly up her throat.
*
Shane snapped his head from the door, that he had heard. It had been the only sentence that he had been able to hear clearly, but the one sentence that he had never wanted to hear Mitchie say. Shane wrapped his hand around the door handle, anger fuelling him as he burst through the door, his heart racing, petrified of what he would find.
*
Mitchie continued to writhe under his touch, her ears prickling as she heard someone scream her name, but was a little preoccupied to find out whose booming voice it was. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she felt Thomas's hands raise a little higher upon her body.
Suddenly she felt the nauseating lips leave her own, the repulsive touch being torn away from her sides. She opened her eyes abruptly, confusion tearing through her shivering limbs. Mitchie gasped at the scene that was playing out in front of her, Shane was viciously pulling Thomas, by his collar, away from Mitchie, his eyes dark and furious, his jaw clenched.
"How dare you touch her!" Shane bellowed, turning Thomas to face him before bringing his fist violently and hatefully into Thomas's cheek, watching satisfied as he fell to the floor, cradling his cheek with a hesitant hand.
"I- I'm sorry!" Thomas half-shouted as he sunk even further against the floor, terrified under the intense, murderous glare that protruded from Shane's eyes. "I'm sorry" Thomas repeated as he clambered to his feet and ran past Shane, who turned to him, watching as he left the room.
"Touch her again, and I will kill you!" Shane roared honestly, following in Thomas's frightful footsteps and slamming the door shut, the walls vibrating with the aftershock "Are you ok?" Shane questioned as he turned to Mitchie, who was still pressed up against the bedroom door, her eyes wide and her body quivering.
"Mitch?" Shane asked softly, walking towards the shaking brunette. "Are you ok?" Shane repeated, gliding even closer to her and letting his hand graze sensitively over her hairline.
"Shane" She whispered, locking her tearful eyes onto his own. "Shane" She said again, her tone pulling agonisingly against Shane's heart. "Thank you" She added before falling against his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his broad physique.
"You don't need to thank me, Mitch" Shane told her as he stroked the back of her head comfortingly, her touch extinguishing the rage and loathing that was festering within him.
"I-I'm sorry" Mitchie choked out, burying her head deeper into his chest.
"What for?" Shane asked, baffled by her need to apologise, letting his hands slip to the small of her back, his heart yearning for her to be even closer.
"For leaving. I shouldn't have. I- I don't want to lose you" She managed to say through her tears, tightening her grip on Shane even more.
"You could never lose me Mitch, trust me" Shane told her sincerely, placing a tender kiss on the top of her head, smiling slightly as he felt her shiver beneath him. "Now, what you said earlier-" Shane started, this was it.
"I don't want to talk about it, look, I'm not going to be bitter because you rejected me. I'd rather have you as just a friend than not have you in my life at all" Mitchie mumbled into his chest, her tears beginning to soak through to his skin, but he didn't mind.
"Mitch, you need to listen to me" Shane said, determined as he placed his hands upon her upper arms and pushed her away gently, making sure to look her in the eyes. "I. Love. You." He said slowly, never breaking eye contact with her.
"W-What?" Was all Mitchie managed to say, her eyes widening once again, her arms that were once one his hips, falling to her sides.
"I love you!" Shane repeated with a laugh. "More than anything in this entire world! I had planned to ask you to be my girlfriend in all honesty but I chickened out" Shane told her, a smile playing on his lips.
"But-but you can't love me" Mitchie stuttered, looking down at herself, much like she had earlier.
"Why can't you see how beautiful you are? Mitch, you are the most amazing person I've ever met, and ever will meet. And what ever you think, you are the most stunning person that I've ever laid my eyes on, and you're so stupid for thinking otherwise" Shane recited, cupping her chin with his hand and grazing his thumb over her cheek tenderly.
"You- Love- Me?" Mitchie said slowly, completely dumbfounded by the mere prospect. Shane sighed exasperatedly, not knowing how else to explain it to her. But then it clicked. Shane bought his hand to the back of her heard, urging her forward before letting his lips glide over hers, he was met with the taste of her tears, the taste of someone else, two variables that ignited hatred within him. He was seconds from pulling away, but then she was kissing him back, her own taste breaking through, destroying the unwanted ones and tempting Shane's taste buds with intoxicating and desirable flavours.
"Do you understand now?" Shane asked as they pulled away, both breathless and filled with bliss. Mitchie looked up at him, not realising that one person could be so ecstatically happy.
"I do now" Mitchie stated with a beaming smile.
After all, actions spoke louder than words.
Shane wandered back into the lobby of the hotel, the first hotel, where they're life-changing experience had started. The experience that had bought tears, turmoil, unexplainable angst and loathing, yet had still bought him the most beautiful, radiant and blissful feeling he had ever experienced. This time he was walking into the hotel, an ecstatic smile fixated upon his face, his hand wrapped protectively and securely around Mitchie Torres's. He inhaled sharply as he felt her thumb begin to massage his hand, an indescribably feeling of desire and excitement tingling through his arm. He had never known happiness or passion like this had even existed.
But now he had it.
"What do we have here then?" The pair looked up concurrently, the covering of rapture that had been coating their eyes disappearing as they heard her voice. "You have got to be kidding me? You're still going to go along with this stupid little façade?" Ruby cackled as her false lash covered eyes fell upon the entwined hands.
"Actually-" Shane started as he looked down at Mitchie, their eyes meeting and symmetrical smiles of delight and humour smothering their lips. "-This is real" Shane added, not able to tear his gaze away from Mitchie's mesmerising eyes.
"What? Is that some sort of joke?" Ruby spat, hesitancy clear in her tone as she studied the pair.
"Nope, this is real." Shane repeated, finally twisting his eyes away from Mitchie.
"Yep" Mitchie added, her tone glee filled and elated. "Oh" Mitchie muttered as she removed her hand from Shane's before moving dangerously close to Ruby. "We have you to thank completely"
"What? Why?" Ruby blurted out, her words short and sharp.
"Because I would have just kept waiting and hoping for him to love me in return but then you made me think that it was impossible. So I thought what the hell, and I told him" Mitchie told her smugly.
"And you can guess the rest" Shane added as he snaked his arms around Mitchies stomach, resting his chin upon her shoulder.
"But-" Ruby began but Mitchie held her hand up to silence her.
"Ruby, please. Don't be modest, this is all because of you" Mitchie stated as she twisted her neck to kiss Shane on the cheek, stifling a laugh as she turned to see Ruby's horrified face. "Thank You" Mitchie added, her voice dripping in sugar and false appreciation. She let her happiness shine through as a beaming smile ripped across her face before she untangled Shane's arms from around her and linked her hand with his once more before pulling him away from Ruby.
"Oh and Ruby?" Shane shouted as the pair ceased walking, his eyes upon Ruby who turned to face the pair. "If you hadn't guessed you've been kicked off the tour" Shane called, his voice matching Mitchie's honey filled tone. "Thanks again" He shouted as he and Mitchie wandered up the stairs, their laughter filling the room.
Ruby grunted loudly as she clenched her fists and stamped her foot stubbornly against the floor, the thought of her losing sending her body into a seizure of anger and denial. "No!" She screamed, as she looked up at the couple, many people staring to look at her, camera phones being instantly taken from the pockets. "Ruby Jackson doesn't lose!"
"Aw poor naïve little Ruby" Shane said sarcastically as he and Mitchie stopped walking up the stairs, both look over the railing at the blonde whose face was gleaming scarlet, her teeth grinding savagely over her bottom lip.
"I will break you two up, you can count on that" She shrieked, her hair flying recklessly in front of her face. "I will make your lives miserable"
"No you won't Ruby" Mitchie snapped suddenly. "You have lost and you need to move on" Mitchie added with a smirk as she placed herself on her tiptoes playfully and kissed Shane quickly, yet meaningfully on the lips. "You've lost" She repeated as Shane led her up the last few stairs, the pair disappearing into another room. Mitchie's smirk immediately turned into a beaming grin once they were out of sight. After all, it was true, Ruby had lost, completely and utterly whilst, she, Mitchie Torres had won. She had won the most amazing and truly magnificent prize that any girl could ask for. Shane's love. And she wasn't planning on giving that up anytime soon.
Shane sat on the sofa, one arm wrapped tightly around the girl he loved, Mitchie. Her head was resting comfortably against his chest, one hand upon his stomach teasingly. He was content, actually, no, he wasn't. He was more than content, there really was no word to describe the happiness that he was feeling. He dipped his head slightly, the intoxicating smell of her hair drifting desirably up his nose.
"And finally, today we have seen the downfall of one of the most precious stars in America, Ruby Jackson" Mitchie's eyes widened as the presenter declared the sentence, confusion and intrigue running through her, that and a buzz of excitement.
"It all started here-" The female entertainment news presenter, stepped aside, the camera showing a clip, a clip that she had not seen, a clip that she had not even thought had happened. It was shaky dark footage, heads moving in and out of view, loud screams causing the sound to crackle and the filming device to shake. But still, she couldn't deny what she had seeing, there was Shane, his face twisted into indescribable panic as he shouted wildly into the crowd. Shouting his love for her.
"Oh my gosh" Mitchie whispered, sitting up a little, stiffening as she observed the torment upon his face. Shane cringed slightly at the memory before pulling Mitchie back down, stroking her arm soothingly. "Shane, I'm sorry" She whispered, much like she had the night before.
"Mitchie, you did nothing wrong. Everything's great now, and that's all that matters" Shane told her sincerely, placing a soft kiss upon her forehead, lingering as he felt her shiver.
"Yes, that is Shane Grey, one third of Connect Three, declaring his love for a girl that was seemingly fleeing from him. But a few hours later, Shane was seen re-entering the hotel with the girl, Mitchie, hand in hand. So I think it's safe to say that Shane Grey is off of the market. But what does this have to do with Ruby Jackson, Shane's ex girlfriend? Well, here is some more phone footage that was taken in the hotel, minutes after the happy coupled entered"
Shane let a small laugh escape his lips as the new phone video showed Ruby cursing at the entwined couple, threatening to break them up, a savage, unattractive look plastered upon her face. Mitchie curled a little closer to Shane, as Ruby's meaningless and empty warns of misery hit her ears.
"There is no denying the malicious intent that was met by her words. Jealously and intimidation? A big no no in the celeb world Ruby."
"She'll definitely regret that, I hear her fansite has already lost over 300,000 members. I think her career is pretty much over."
Shane turned off the television, a small smile upon his face, things really couldn't get any better. He physically couldn't be any happier. He wrapped his arm even tighter around Mitchie who sighed in satisfaction. Shane bit his lip as he looked down at the most beautiful creation on earth, ecstasy pouring through him, thanking god that she had not been faking, thanking god that it hadn't all just been pretend.
The end.
A/n: So there you have it. The end. I apologise if it got a little tedious and boring at the end, I was going to end it at 'After all, actions spoke louder than words' But I really wanted to chuck in the destruction of Ruby's career as I'm such a lovely person :).
Anyway, so thats that. Thankyou to everyone who read my story, Favourited either myself or my story, but most of all, as always, the biggest thankyou goes to you readers who take the time to review and give me feedback. No words can describe how much they mean to me. (cheese alert) So yeah...Thanks!
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