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Chapter 2

A Style Just For You

It's not like everyone wants to recall every blessed thing that happens. There are times when thoughts will just pop out of no where. Shane Gray is one of those who believe in the essence of words. He'd definitely like to tell someone how it meant to him to at least see her and take a glance at her really angelic face, a friend that despite all that happens, he can still forgive and never forget. How should he know what it's like to fall for her? He doesn't know how hard it could be when it's the one destined. There are a lot of tales in life, tales of sadness and happiness or even combinations, but in his, it's not an easy choice out. He has the courage to say it out loud. "I love you Mitchie!" He knows he can say that. But also, sometimes, seeing her smile at him like usual, without any burden and trouble because she feels comfortable with him (and he does the same when she's around), the feeling of secretly loving someone is meaningful enough to keep his thoughts unspoken. If it would mean losing the prettiest girl he had ever met, if there is even a probability to contradict losing her, how can he give it a shot?

"I sure would like to know what brought you here grandpa." Mitchie smiled as she handed him a towel, still a little exhausted of their ridiculous escape just not to get any attention on their way to her hide out.

Shane smiled back and teased. He just finished washing his face. "You can stop calling me grandpa already. I just removed my disguise and revealed a top secret to you, if you must know." He smirked at her.

"Top secret? Like what? You like looking like a grandpa and winking at my super hot 58 year old principal?" She laughed the laugh that he misses, not in the usual way of missing, but one that kind of makes him feel special, just because with her, he really is special.

"She winked at me first and if I didn't, then who knows what she'll do to expel you from school?" He giggled at his own joke. She chuckled in response. His jokes and all conversations they had, every single one of them sure is important for her.

"Do you like it?" he asked as he faced her again. Thanks to her, he finally got a place with privacy to reveal his real self as Shane Gray, not the jerky she met before, but a changed person, a changed person he knew she'll still accept if ever he turns back to that same old jerk.

"What do I like?" Mitchie asked, confused of what he's pertaining to.

"That I'm here?" She knew he's serious. She also is. She maybe fooling herself and holding back herself from telling him how much she wished to see him again all those times they haven't called or even text each other. She has a lot in mind. Even Shane has. But one sweet part in reality, is that in both their minds, there is the picture of each other's face, smiling, laughing, getting pissed, frowning, crying … and many thing else.

She gave him another smile and looked down. They are inside the music room. Lucky for them not so many people in school loves music. Maybe there are some out there with secretive attitude just like the girl Shane is staring at but then the music room doesn't have what they need. There are spider webs, dusts, and some creepy insects in there. Students are having music classes in their rooms and that doesn't give any meaning to why their school even bothered to own a music room with of course, an old fashioned grand piano in it. But to Mitchie, it is indeed a wonderful gift, the music room, especially now that she had another memory in there, another impossible dream just proved itself possible. Shane Gray is actually there.

Shane realized the awkward situation he just put Mitchie into so he decided to change the topic. "So…uhm…how come there's a sink in here?" He voiced out. What can he be thinking? How can he ask her that? It's like he's having a short cut in asking her whether she misses him or not. He doesn't need any short cuts when he's with her. He's willing to take all the long paths life can throw at him, just as long as he can see her smile in the very end.

"Nothing, it's just part of the design. Musicians can get dirty for some reasons and they might need the faucet, with water, of course." Mitchie answered. She really didn't know how she should act in front of him. It's been a while and she doesn't know if Shane thinks of her still like a friend, at the very least, a friend who cares.

"That's nice." He commented, as he sat on the floor beside her. They are leaning on the cabinet right under the sink. Mitchie seemed tired, Shane noticed.

There are some chairs but of course, sitting on the floor and not creating any loud noise is a good plan of not attracting people to know they are hiding there.

"Anything wrong?" He continued. "Anything new that happen? Anything strange?" He knew where he's planning to lead the conversation he's starting. He just can't tell if she can follow. And finally he dared to ask, "Any reason to miss anyone?" With this question, he knelt in an even more comfortable position and stared at her in the face. "I miss you, a lot." He absentmindedly whispered.

"Shane Gray?" Those are the two words that escaped her mouth. She might be too overwhelmed or frustrated, because she actually didn't realize that's the very reason why he'd be there, a rock star like Shane, above anyone else, a guy like Shane, a guy she likes, a guy she's trying her best not to like, which is why she stopped calling him.

"I missed you too." She said with her usual tone. Their faces, are now even closer, but Mitchie felt it wrong and turned her head to look somewhere else, aside from his handsome face, of course. "Camp Rock is really great, don't you think?"

"Yeah." Shane smiled, as he suddenly looked down in a disappointed hope that he'll hear from her more. He returned to his former position, the one in which he's not about to give her a sudden kiss.

The two of them are sitting beside each other. Silence covered the atmosphere. "I'm really not good at this silence talk you know." Shane explained. Mitchie chuckled at the thought. At most, Shane did the right thing because she almost gave up talking in fear of bringing up any non sense.

"Neither am I. It's been a while. What happened to you?"

"Well, nothing's new, band songs, publicity, mall tours, concerts, song writing, daydreaming, and more." He's speaking like always. But the girl who if possible made him melt already by the way she stares at him analyzed every word he said.

"And can you tell me what Shane Gray would be daydreaming about even after having almost everything already?"

"Hey, I don't have everything."

"I know. I'm just curious."

"But if you really want to know, I've been thinking about something lately." Honestly, it's every second that passed and even then that the person he's thinking is just beside him.

"What something?"

You…if only he could say that out loud, but definitely not when she's around, definitely not of that answer will make her feel uncomfortable with him.

Before she heard his answer, the bell already rang. Recess is over. The last two classes are about to begin.

"Guess I'll just tell you some other time." He stood up first.

"Yeah. What's your plan now?" Mitchie asked as he grabbed Shane's hand which the rock star purposely extended to help her.

"I'll just wait in here."

"You sure?"

"Yes, then maybe we can talk again later."

"That's cool. I'll see you then." She waved at him and left. She walked normally as ever, with people around her not bothering to say even just hi or hello. She really is not sociable. But definitely, if people dare to see and not just look, they can see the kindness she has, kindness enough to capture the heart of heartthrob like Shane Gray.

Shane on the other hand is left all by himself, together with his irremovable smile after seeing the girl he likes. It must have felt nice, to finally see her again, if only he can say it, how much she meant to him. His thoughts are filled with so many crazy things. How is he gonna open a conversation that will either bring him to heaven or to hell? Will she say yes or no? Surely, Nate and Jason intentionally didn't call so as to not ruin any moment they expect to be happening.

…

Class ended. Time for students to go home, but of course, there are the bullies, a bunch of rich proud students who think so highly of themselves. And without Shane's knowing, Mitchie just happens to be their favorite toy.

"Hi there Mitchie!" One waved with a disgusted tone. Her make up is sure thick and too dark that if there is no light source, she can't be seen already.

"Hi." The silent girl remarked as she grabbed her bag and prepared to leave. Her defender, particularly her only friend is not around due to flu. At most, Shane's waiting for her this time. She's really grateful for him. He doesn't know how much she needs company now, another reason why she chose her words carefully because she wouldn't want him to hate her, ever, again.

But like as how they are described, those antagonists can't help but play with what they see as weak. They pulled Mitchie's bag away from her which caused her to run after them. Finally to their hearts' content, they threw her bag inside the boys' bathroom and locked her there. How they got hold of the key? Well, they have their evil methods.

"Bye Mitchie." They wholeheartedly teased. Mitchie didn't cry though. She wanted to, but if she does, then that'll just declare win for the witches and a loose for her. Besides, she knows Shane's waiting. With that said, what more can she ask?

If Shane means everything, she'd be happier if she'll hear it from Shane himself that he feels exactly the same, or even greater since it's her who serves as his music's heart. Without her, will there be a living Shane?

Even now that she's locked without any savior because really, no one's there for her. Usually, whenever this happens, she'll be out in no time after those mean girls left because of her best friend asking help from Jackson, their school janitor who have the key they need.

The CR where she spends some time is far from civilization in the campus. It's isolated, which is why those mean girls chose the exact place to keep her the entire night, so that they'll be the ones to say good morning to her the day after. She doesn't know why they consider her a laughing stock or why they hate her so much. In girls' world, one reason can be jealousy, maybe because she's beautiful, the most among them all to be exact. What more if they find out she's close with Shane? What might happen to her then? She laughed at the idea.

She sure can call Shane but she prefers not to.

She tried contacting the janitor instead. It is quarter to six already, probably no one's in school, except for the janitor and her of course, and if God will be so kind, then Shane wouldn't think she left without saying good bye. She hasn't received any calls from him. Also, the music room is another isolated part of the campus. Maybe the two of them are both waiting, waiting for someone to come.

Yet again, she's wrong. The janitor came and in fact, he's there even before she pressed the call button. The door opened miraculously.

She's about to cry, she already is. She cried because she's afraid of being left alone, her friend knows that. When she faces the bullies, she tries her best to keep that secret to herself. She faces them like she's a very courageous girl. She is courageous, but then again, she's a girl.

"Jackson!" She cried out as she ran to the janitor who she treats like a brother already. Every time she got herself locked up, he's always the one who helps her survive torturing school days. She's a happy girl who doesn't want anyone to pity her which is why her parents do not have any idea what really happens when she reached their house late and just gave the explanation she fell asleep in the library. To some, her fake smile seems real. But to Shane, it definitely is not close to okay.

She hugged him tight. He's really like a family, a family who she treasures dearly.

Lucky or unlucky for her, the grinning janitor finally voiced out. "Actually, I think you're hugging the wrong guy."

She rose her head up and saw a very familiar face, a knight in shining armor who even after dressing like a janitor still amuses her with his charm.

"Shane?" She voiced out with a shaking voice.

His eyes on the other hand never left hers. He finally got to see her. At the very least, he even witnessed her crying. He understood. He sympathizes. He wanted to punish those freaks that caused her tears, but more than any other thing at that moment, he wanted her to feel safe, because really, he doesn't have any intention of leaving her alone again, not at all.

She stared at his eyes, embarrassed by her silly mistake. He felt her shyness. "You look like someone who committed a crime. So you hugged the all hot, gorgeous and super cool Shane Gray, it's not a capital mistake!" He teased. Again, he heard her apology despite a chuckle. "Sor-ry. I thought you were…" Her words are interrupted by a cough. "It must have been cold in that place. Let's get you home Mitchie." His velvet voice murmured like they came from an angel, in her case, her angel.

The real Jackson handed him his disguise clothes and then lead their way out of the school.

At the very gate, Nate and Jackson seemed worried sick. Jason's walking front and back like some walking freak. Nate on the other hand had been trying to call him for almost sixty times alright.

"What happened?" Nate asked. He asked as he followed Shane with Mitchie (the girl whose so cold that she can't even speak properly) get inside the limo as Jason opened the door for them.

"Is she sick?"

"She has a fever." Shane spoke as he held his really big sweater so as for it not to fall and let Mitchie feel the coldness. To add to the heat, he let her rest her head on his shoulder and gave her a friendly hug. He sure is someone who wanted to be more than her friend, but in cases like this when a friend is what she needs more than a prince charming, he's willing to keep his feelings. If it's for her, then surely, he's willing to be anything. The very time they got in and sat comfortably, she instantly fell asleep already.

"Say Nate, Jason." He called out softly. Both of them are more than brothers to him already. They're like his best pals and whatever plan he has, they're sure to lend their support by all means. "I need you two to help me do some girly tricks tomorrow." He gave them an assuring smile, the evil type one that can bring monsters out to hunt some human blood. But then he'd be doing it because he knows Mitchie will never dare hurt anyone. She can't, but Connect 3, let's just wait to see what they can and will do to those freaks who dared to hurt Shane's future girlfriend.

But other than that, will Shane be able to let the girl of his day and night dreams know he's in love with her? Who's voice will Mitchie hear the moment she wakes up? Who'll be so kind to submit reviews and let me know if I should continue this or not?

Jason: Please be so kind, or else we won't have the chance to cross-dress and put some girly wigs on!

Shane: Who cares? If they don't then I'll be able to keep my guy pride and not wear something stupid!

Nate: Fine then, you'll also not hear her yes after someone said "Will you be my girl friend?"!

Shane: Huh?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

(Facing the audience)

This is the super good looking Shane Gray and you're reading "A Style Just For You." Please support us by giving honest reviews. Please! Please! I really want to hear Mitchie's yes!

Mitchie: Who's yes do you wanna hear?

Shane: Oh, just some girl's yes. But definitely not yours!

Mitchie: Hayella, what's with this jerk?

Hayella: Don't mind him. As you said, he's a jerk. (A jerk who wants me to tell you how much he loves you)

Thanks for reading! Sorry for the overflowing of words in this chapter. Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoyed the story.