A/N: Hey there, my lovely, lovely readers, how are you all? Well here we are chapter four and, as usual, I would like to start this chapter off by thanking all of you amazing people, sincerly, you are all utterly fantastic and I just can not believe the amount of brilliant reviews I have gotten. Thankyou so much!!! I love you all!! :D

On another note, did anyone see the videos/pictures of Joe Jonas crying on stage, oh my gosh actually heartbreaking!!!! But, don't deny, deep down you were all a little bit happy about the break-up ;).

Anywho, chapter four...enjoy!

All Just A Lie.

Chapter Four: Deceptions.

It had been two weeks since Shane and Mitchie had broken up, two weeks since they had kissed, touched or even seen each other. Shane had spent the majority of those weeks cooped up in his apartment, ignoring his friends and desperately trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Mitchie loved him

That he was sure of.

Mitchie didn't want to break up with him

That he was not so sure of, but it was the only thought that actually kept him going and forced him to get out of bed in the morning. For the first week he had silently pleaded with himself to phone Mitchie, begging himself to pick up the phone. But he couldn't, he wasn't brave enough. He didn't want to have his last ray of hope crushed.

It was a cloudy, cold Tuesday afternoon when Shane finally found the courage to pick up the phone and dial those oh so familiar numbers. It had been exactly twelve days since their break up.

"Hello?" Mitchie had answered, her voice quiet and ragged. Shane swallowed, her voice sending thousands of contradicting emotions soaring through his slender body. He couldn't speak, his mouth suddenly as dry as sandpaper.

"H..hello?" She repeated as she sniffed. Shane closed his eyes as he realised she was crying. "Hel…oh my gosh…Sh-Shane?" She stammered. Shane's eyes snapped open once more as he scolded himself for not remembering the very popular device that was caller ID.

"Mitchie…." He croaked but he was greeted with the dial tone.

Shane had tried numerous times to ring her after that, but all had got unanswered, each ring snapping his heart further.

Mitchie, after the first phone call had decided to spend as much time as she could away from the house, away from the phone, away from any contact with Shane. She couldn't bare herself to speak to him, she was too scared that she would tell him the truth.

This was how Mitchie found herself wandering the streets, ice-cold rain beating down upon her as she refused to go home. She couldn't bare the incessant ringing, she had begged her mother to unplug the phone, but she had refused, most likely due to the fact that Mitchie was still adamant that she couldn't explain what had happened between her and Shane.

So there she was, her tears mingling with the rain, she hadn't even thought it was possible for one person to cry such immense amounts of tears in just fourteen days. She tightened her grip on the few shopping bags that she was holding, two bags that were packed with unnecessary objects that Mitchie would never use, she had merely bought them just so she could get her mind off of Shane, even if it was just for a moment.

Mitchie clenched her jaw tightly as the lashings of rain hit her unmercifully in the face, she dipped her head, desperate to rid herself of any additional pain. But before she knew it, a large weight smacked into the side of Mitchie's shoulder and seconds later she was strewn across the floor, her shopping bags scattered over the pavement.

"Jesus Christ…I'm so sorry!" A deep voice greeted her, Mitchie propped herself up with a slight groan, her eyes falling upon a tall, blonde stranger who was towering over her, his face sprinkled with freckles and concern. "Are you ok?" He questioned, his damp hair stuck to his forehead.

"Yeah…Yeah. I think so." Mitchie replied, looking over herself. The man smiled slightly, stretching out his hand in order to help her up. Mitchie hesitated for a moment, Shane's face flashing through her mind, but she shook it away, reaching out and grasping his hand.

The stranger tugged her up with ease, pulling her a little closer then she imagined he would. They were close, very close, his eyes a piercing blue. Mitchie stared up at him, paralysed by the little distance between her and this man. After a few moments Mitchie took a step backwards, blushing slightly.

"Erm, you can let go now." Mitchie informed him, looking down at their still entwined hands.

"Oh…." He muttered, before he hurriedly released her petite hand. "I'm Pete by the way…sorry about the whole knocking you down thing."

"That's ok.." Mitchie replied, unwilling to give her own name as she brushed the speckles of dirt off of her now soaking trousers.

"You've got a little bit of mud on your cheek." He whispered, leaning forward and brushing the side of her face with his smooth fingers. Mitchie stood frozen, utterly bewildered by this strange man, but before she could question this clear infraction of her personal bubble he leapt away. "Crap, look at all your stuff." He suddenly exclaimed as he rushed around Mitchie and began to pull together all of her belongings. Mitchie stood, watching his behaviour with a bemused, half smile upon her face. "There…" Pete declared as he held Mitchie's bags in the air triumphantly.

"Thanks…" Mitchie mumbled, stretching out her arms and signalling for him to return her things.

"No, no, no. I'm walking you home, it's the least I can do." Pete told her with a heart-stopping smile.

"Oh no, that's really not necessary." Mitchie protested, shaking her head furiously, water droplets spraying from her sopping hair.

"No, I insist!" Pete told her. "Lead the way."

"No, really, you don't need to, I'm fine." Mitchie told him sternly.

"I'm not taking no for an answer so you might as well lead the way." Pete said stubbornly but with a charming laugh. Mitchie stared at him, narrowing her eyes with distaste before she turned around and wandered in the direction of her house.

"I like your shoes.." Pete mumbled as he caught up with her rapid paces.

"Thanks."

And that was the consistency of their conversation, the rest of the walk was engulfed with an awkward silence, which made Mitchie feel beyond uncomfortable. She made sure her steps were large and fast, as her temper grew shorter. She could see him from the corner of her eye, his steps bouncy and a continuous blinding smile fixed upon his face.

Why on earth is he smiling so much? She questioned herself as she quickened her pace, making sure to walk furiously fast.

"Well, this is my house…" Mitchie muttered as she drew to a stop at the end of a pathway. "So, if you could give me my things..."

"Yeah sure…it was my pleasure, Michelle." He replied, wincing immediately after, but Mitchie didn't notice.

"Thanks…" She replied half-heartedly as she took the bags from his grip and turned to her gate. "Wait!" She exclaimed before turning back to face him. "How do you know my name?" She demanded, stepping dangerously close to the stammering man.

"I…I….I saw you on the news, you were dating that Gray guy.." He finally settled on, Mitchie's body stiffening as she stepped away, blinking back the tears that were building in her eyes. "Still a bit tender I see." Pete added.

Mitchie didn't look up at him, her whole body was aching. Pete, taking advantage of her silence dipped his head and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

"What are y-" Before she could finish her sentence Pete's lips were on hers. Mitchie gasped against his mouth, momentarily stunned before, seconds later, she found her knee and bought it up harshly, meeting the designated area of Pete's body. He pulled away instantly, a groan escaping his throat as he doubled over in pain, clutching himself.

Mitchie looked down satisfied, the urge to smile pulling at her lips, but she didn't. Instead she wandered away from the moaning man and stepped into her house, praying that the phone wasn't ringing.

"Nate, what…what are you doing here?" Caitlyn questioned, her eyes widening as she studied Nate who was stood at her door a nervous look buried within his eyes.

"Thought I'd come and see you." Nate replied blanking, shrugging his shoulder as he did. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah, of course it is…erm…" She stammered, looking over her shoulder a few times. "Do you want to go out for lunch?"

"Yeah sure.." Nate said slowly, narrowing his eyes at her strange fidgeting behaviour.

"I'll just go get my stuff, you wait here." She blurted out beginning to close the door but Nate put his foot in the way, pressing his palm against it and forbidding her from doing so.

"Can I not wait inside?" He asked, scepticism clear in his tone.

"Erm…" She hesitated, looking over her shoulder once more before concluding. "Yeah." She stepped aside, allowing Nate to enter her apartment like he had so many times before. But something was different, something wasn't right.

"Cait, are you alright?" He questioned, circling on her, banishing the thoughts from his mind. Caitlyn looked up at him, locking their eyes together, a look of sheer guilt upon her features. She sighed.

"I'm fine." She said softly, a small smile appearing. "I know I've been acting weird lately, but I'm sorry. I really am." She suddenly said, looking apologetically at Nate whose shoulders seemed to relax. "Just works crazy and there's other things going on.." She remarked, her hands wavering around.

"It's ok, Caity." He said with a smile, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. "If there's anything you need to talk about, I'm here for you, you know that right?"

Caitlyn buried her face into his shoulder, her eyes closed tightly as she whispered into his ear. "Yeah, I know." Nate pulled away, keeping his arms on her waist as he kissed her lightly. "I'll go get my stuff, you stay right here." And with that she disappeared into her bedroom, sharply closing the door behind her.

Nate stared at the door, listening to Caitlyn rummaging around the room, searching through bags and….talking to herself? Nate shook off his paranoia, he was just hearing things.

Or was he?

Nate fought with himself for a few moments before he slowly and quietly took a couple of steps forward, his eyes burning intensely against the wooden door, his ears straining to hear any further conversations Caitlyn was having with herself, or, god forbid, someone else.

Nate stopped dead as he felt his foot connect with something that wasn't the floor, he, unwillingly, tore his gaze from the door looking down at the bin that was now attached to his foot.

"Damnit." Nate cursed under his breath as he shook the bin off as quietly and efficiently as he could. With a great sigh Nate watched the bin slide from his foot and the contents scatter around the room. As quickly as he possibly could Nate scurried around the room, collecting the odd pieces of paper and pencil sharpenings.

But then he froze, his eyes laying upon something that stopped his heart.

A pregnancy test.

Nate shuffled closer, gingerly kicking it over with his foot.

A positive pregnancy test.

Nate gasped, staggering back as he did so, his eyes falling upon the untainted, untouched, uncorrupted purity ring that was wrapped around his shaking finger.

Caitlyn had been unfaithful.

"I'm not leaving because of that…not entirely" Mitchie whispered.

"What then?" Shane questioned, clearly exasperated.

"Because- " She stammered as she took small steps further towards the large doors, which were currently filled with flashing lights. "Because I wasn't pretending, not really" She blurted out, tears slowly sliding over her features.

"You weren't?" Shane questioned, his eyes widening.

"I love you for gods sake!" Mitchie exclaimed, shaking her head as pedestrians turned to look at her.

"You do?" Shane asked stiffly, his eyes still abnormally large. "Then why are you crying?"

"Because, I know how stupid it is! I know you would never love me back. Why would you?" She questioned, looking down at herself with disgust. Shane opened his mouth suddenly to object, knowing all to well how wrong she was, but she continued, talking over and ignoring his first word. "You could have any girl in the world, I know you'd never settle for me" Mitchie continued, the tears now falling freely over her cheeks. "So, I just need some space, I can't be around you, I need to get over you" She spluttered, wiping the tears from her face with a shaking hand.

Shane awoke with a start, his eyes bolting open as his dream plagued his mind. How could so much have changed since that moment? How could she so suddenly have fallen out of love with him? Shane rubbed a hand over his tired eyes as he attempted to block her from him mind, but it didn't work, it would never work. Instead, his eyes fell upon the phone.

Should he ring her?

What was the point? She wouldn't answer, and all it did was cause Shane more distress, more disappointment. With a grunt and a great deal of effort Shane hauled himself from his bed, his bare feet crashing against the wooden flooring. His mind whirring and his heart beating wildly from his reminiscent dream.

After all they'd been through this couldn't be it. No, he wouldn't let it be.

Ever since they're break up all Shane could think of was the conversation that they had had two days before it. She had told him she loved him, told him he was worth everything, worth the paparazzi, worth the rumours.

How come he wasn't worth it now?

Before Shane could wallow any further into his burrow of self-pity a loud knocking could be heard against his door. The thumping growing louder and faster by the second, and then it stopped.

"Just a second." Shane called, his voice surprisingly weak and hoarse from the lack of use. He wandered over to the sofa, picking up the old T-shit that had been strewn across it, pulling it over his wild head of hair. After two shaky steps he arrived at the door, pulling it open to reveal…

No-one.

"Hello?" Shane murmured, utterly bewildered as he looked around the empty corridor. He shook his head wearily, deciding it was most likely an annoying fan. He took a step back into his apartment, but, just before he closed the door his eyes skimmed across a brown envelope that lay just outside his door. He looked around once more, his eyebrows furrowing as he crouched down, taking the envelope in his hands, reading the front.

Shane Gray.

Maybe now you can move on.

Shane digested the words, trying to decipher them as he began to undo the seal. He then placed his hand inside removing the contents.

Four photographs lay inside.

Mitchie holding hands with a man

Mitchie, her cheek being caressed by another man.

Mitchie walking side by with the same, smiling, man.

And then, the worst of all.

Mitchie, kissing another man.

Shane felt his chest constrict tightly as his quivering hands let the photos and the envelope slip from his grasp, falling against the floor silently. He stood, paralysed, the images burned, painfully, into his skull forever.

She had moved on.

There was no greater source.

There was no deeper meaning.

There was just Mitchie, moving on, falling out of love with Shane and falling in love with someone else.

Shane bit his lip as tears swarmed his eyes.

It was over.

And there was nothing he could do about it.

A/N: Dun dun duuuuuuuuh! So, dramatic stuff hey!? And, you guys have a new character that you can hate and be agressive about. And I must say, some of you are very violent. I love it! Ha ha, there has been plently of choice words about the producers, the most popular being 'bastard' and there has been some very violent ways of death towards them, including being run over with heavy bus and shredded!! ;) You guys are too awesome!! :D

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Oh and thanks to Kace for her wonderful advice! x

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Emma. x