WHOOAA. 7 may not seem like a big number, but to me it is. I did not expect to get that many reviews for the first chapter. Seriously. You guys rock! I'm glad you all liked it. I've worked really hard on this to make it...good. After all I do it for you guys, and myself, of course, but you take the time to read it, which I'd like to thank you for, by the way. Anyways in other news....JOE AND DEMI ARE DATING! YAYYYYYY! I am speechless. I actually can't believe that are finally together. I've been waiting for this, for the last 2/3 years, and it's true! *fangirls* And the photos of them are adorable. My personal favourite, the one of them lying on the grass, cuddling. So sweet. Do you guys like Jemi?? Rambling finished. Follow me on twitter, I love making new friends. Just lemme know who you are, and I'll follow back. (itsmeJADEY) As I said chapter 2 was already finished, so I quickly edited and now I've posted. I apologise again for any mistakes, wrong names....etc. Anyways, Jade is going to shut up.

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Shane pulled up on Nate and Mitchie's drive way. He'd been given a spare key by Nate, just in case of emergency, and such. He pulled it out of his pocket and inserted it into the key hole, and waited for the click, to confirm that the door was unlocked. It was only 7am so, trying to be quite, he slowly pushed the door open. As he entered he silently closed the door to.

Taking of his leather jacket, revealing a white 'wife beater' that clung to his toned abs. He took of his shoes and left them neatly at the front door; he left his black beanie still perched on his head, leaving whispers of hair peaking out at the front.

Walking into the living room, he noticed the television on but it was muted, he also noticed 3 empty tubs of Ben and Jerry's. He sighed, almost with hurt. It had been 3 days since Nate had left, and every morning he had come round, he had seen the same things lying around. It was becoming a routine. Maybe an empty bottle of wine, on the odd night, but he would always find a box of tissues on the coffee table and a stack of DVDs next to the DVD player, surrounded with open chocolate wrappers on the floor, spare blankets and pillows in a heap on the sofa and her laptop sitting comfortably next to them. He would tidy it up, as usual and then walk up stairs to find Mitchie snug, in the quilts, in her bed. But today was different.

As he was folding the blankets, he heard the sweet sound of Mitchie laugh, erupt from the kitchen. He made his way through, trying to make himself unheard. The sound of her laugh, made his heart race. He stood, just slightly to the side of the archway of the kitchen, so she couldn't see him. He pressed his ear closer and listened to what she was saying to the lucky person on the other end of the receiver...

"You know, I hope your mom doesn't read your texts," she giggled again and then sighed.

"I miss you."

"I know you do."

"What you been doing up there?"

"I know you've only just woke up but, I want to know everything, so its like I'm there with you."

"Oh right, okay, call me later yeah?"

"I love you'"

He heard her snap her phone down and let out an inward groan. He quickly stood to attention and casually walked into the kitchen, not expecting to see the sight he saw. Usually she would lounge around in sweats and one of Nate's t-shirts but, what he saw made his mouth drop. From what he could tell, all she was wearing was a towel around her body. Her hair was wet and tangled, and her legs glistened from the combination of morning light and wet skin. She turned around, looking down and then lifted her head up, frightening herself in the process. She raised her hand on her heart, to calm it down.

"God Shane, don't you knock?"

"I have a key, I don't need to knock, that's the whole point of them. Why are you walking around like that?" He motioned with his hands towards her towel. She looked down, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks

"Oh I erm, I heard my phone ringing and didn't want to miss Nate's call so...Yeah. "

"Right, I understand. Gotcha," Shane replied, awkwardly.

A sudden silence filled the air, neither knew how to respond to the other. Shane couldn't help but take in Mitchie for all she was, while she was sat there, in the attire that she was. She looked, natural and raw. Messy, damp curls cascaded over her shoulders, and her pure face, was actually beautiful. Shane thought, she didn't need all the make up, and fancy styles to make her something she wasn't. She just was, what she was, and that, to him, was perfect. But wait, shit, he shouldn't be thinking this about his brother's girlfriend. She was out of bounds, off limits. It was almost...sinful, what he was thinking. This woman could potentially, one day, be his sister, in law of course, but nonetheless, sister was in that title, which made it sound sinful.

Mitchie just sat there, frozen in humiliation and thought. She found it kinda of, exciting Shane catching her while she looked like this; but it wasn't right. He was Nate's brother, her boyfriend, her boyfriend whom she missed deeply. It hurt for her to think of him. Everything they had become, wasn't right. It wasn't what they should be. They were the perfect, in love, couple. What had happened? They took all the right steps, they played by the rules, but it obviously wasn't enough. Love is supposed to be simple, but theirs wasn't. They were meant to be together, everybody thought so...so why wasn't it simple? Love is love, it should be all you need. Nate was right though, maybe a breather would be good for them. Besides all the aching and craving for each other, it might be good in the long run, hopefully.

"Well, I'm going to go and get changed now. Just make yourself something to eat, or whatever," Mitchie spoke, whilst standing up carefully, clutching the crimson red towel close to her, as to make sure it doesn't fall. Shane nodded, with pursed lips, and watched after her as she left the room.

He sighed, and plopped himself down onto one of the oak chairs. He rested his elbows on the table, and let his face fall into his palms, letting out a tiny groan.

- - -

Mitchie walked into her closest, dabbing at her self with the towel. She was nearly dry, just the odd wet patch here and there. She whipped on a pair of grey sweats, and one of Nate's much-too-big-for-her t-shirts, with a print of Prince on the front. She scrunch the fabric up, and took a sniff of it. It smelt just like him. She smiled at this.

Coming out of her closest, and taking a seat at her dresser, she looked at her reflection. She was a mess. He'd only been gone 3 days, 3 very long, lonely days, and she was already looking like death. No make-up. Bags under her eyes. Lazy eyes. And a frown. She glanced at the photo strip of her and Nate that they had took one day in a photo booth when they first got together; she had stuck it to the mirror frame. She picked it from it's place, and just looked at it. The first photo was a simple pose of the two, Mitchie facing forward with a smile of her face, and Nate behind her, with his chin resting on her shoulder, grinning. The second, was similar to the first, except Nate was kissing her cheek, and she had her nose slightly scrunch, and a laugh type smile. The third and forth were silly ones of the couple just have fun. She ran her finger over them, smiling lazily. Those were the simple days.

"I wish we could go back to those times," She whispered to no one.

She heard a crash followed by a yelp from Shane, she moaned. Sticking the photo back on the mirror, and tying her hair up in a messy pony tail, she ran downstairs.

- - -

Shane picked himself up off of the living room floor., pulling down his t-shirt in the process; tugging at the hem to meet the top of his black skinny jeans. He picked up the DVDs that had fell from the shelf while he was trying to put some back. Unfortunately the shelf had plans of its own, and fell from the wall, resulting in a large thud and Shane screaming like a girl; his arms protectively wrapped around his head cushioning anything that fell onto him. He unwrapped his arms, letting them fall to his sides. He placed the DVDs in a pile, then picked up the pieces of the fallen shelf, setting them down onto the coffee table, as neat as he could possibly do.

"Jesus, Shane, do you have to break everything you touch?" Mitchie chuckled, as she walked over to Shane, helping him collect the rest of the DVDs off of the floor.

"Sorry Mitch it just kinda....fell," he smiled at her and she returned the gesture politely, laughing in the process.

After collecting the DVDs and orderly stacking them on the glass table, they were both sat on sofa in silence.

Shane finally breaking the silence between them. "Are you ever gonna leave the house while he's gone?" he turned to face Mitchie, she looked at him, smiling weakly trying to think of an answer

"I went out yesterday," she stated.

"You went out to get your mail, Mitch, and that was only because I didn't come round until later. I've got it for you everyday before that."

She sighed and rested her head back on the sofa closing her eyes. She suddenly felt a hand grab her wrist and pull her up from her comfy position.

"What the hell Shane? Get off me!"

He dragged her up the stairs and she clumsily followed him, tripping a few times from his urgency.

"Shane, answer me."

He opened the door to the room she shared with Nate, and pushed her onto her bed. Sitting up she looked at Shane, seeing him trail through her closet taking out garments, and then hastily putting the back.

"Erm, Shane, do you mind telling me what the fuck you're doing with my clothes?"

Without turning around he spoke. "We are going out."

Mitchie stood up and walked over to him "No, WE are not. You are leaving and I'm staying here."

"No, I'm not, you're coming with me Mitchie, whether you like it or not."

"Coming where, with you?"

"I....don't know yet, we just need to get you outta here, before you start buying cats and ordering Chinese every night, while you sit around moping, and watching The Note Book on repeat, as your cats eat their way outta the crazy owners house," after Shane finished his mad rambling, Mitchie burst out into fits of laughter.

"Are you serious? You are so weird sometimes, Shane."

He looked at her and their eyes met for a moment, before she broke it.

"Here," Shane pushed several hangers with clothes attached to them, into her arms and she took them off him looking at them one by one.

"You know for a guy, you got good fashion sense."

"And for a girl, you're not getting changed, fast enough. You've got 15 minutes and then I want you down stairs and ready to go. Okay?"

Mitchie mockingly raised her hand to her forehead in salute, "Yes sir"

Shane laughed and walked out the door, turning back around when he reached the frame. Mitchie watched him, waiting for him to speak.

"That's the Mitchie I've missed." He smiled subtly, earning himself a bit of a blush from the brunette girl. That made his heart skip a beat. This feeling wasn't normal. Feeling something for your brothers girlfriend isn't normal. And Shane knew this, but to be honest, he didn't want to stop his feelings, they felt nice, good, perfect even, like he was meant to be feeling this way, even if he knew, deep in his mind, that he wasn't.

He ran downstairs, and got himself ready. Shoving his feet into his red and white Nike sneakers, and throwing his arms throw the sleeves of his shiny black, leather jacket; fixing his collar as he faced the mirror hanging on the hall way wall.

He noticed Mitchie descending the stairs, in the reflection. He turned, and looked at her. She was wearing the outfit he had chose, a simple pair of blue skinny jeans, a knee-length flowing white tunic, clad with a loose grey cardigan, and a beige scarf, that hung casually around her neck. She, obviously just ran a brush through her hair, as it had a natural wave running through it, but it looked well done. Not really caring much, Mitchie hadn't applied any make-up, not that Shane thought she needed it anyway.

"Shane...uhm, why are you looking at me like that?" Her eyes stuck to a spot on the floor, and her fingers twiddling with one another.

He shook his head to rid himselfof any inappropriate thoughts of Mitchie. "I, er, sorry. It's just good to see you looking like your self again."

That was a reasonable enough answer, he thought.

She pleasantly nodded, before continuing, "So, where are we going?"

Shane shrugged. He never made plans. "Just going to hope in the car, and see where it takes us, I guess."

Mitchie giggled. Wait..giggled, Shane made her giggle? That isn't normal. It isn't. She shouldn't be giggling...though she's a girl, that's what they do, right?

She slipped into her boots, grabbed her purse, and keys, locked up, and stalked over to Shane's SUV. Shane, being the gentlemen he is, opened the door for her, before clambering into the vehicle himself.

- - -

The first thing Shane did, was drive them to the nearest Starbucks. They stepped into the shop, Mitchie a little behind Shane. He faced her, "The usual?"

She nodded, and went to take a seat at a table for the duo. Not longer later, being joined by Shane, holding two frappachinos. A strawberry and cream one for himself, and a caramel with extra cream for Mitchie.

They sat for a while, in silence, just enjoying their drinks, before Shane stroke up a conversation. "It's nice to be out in the open air, isn't it?"

"I guess..." She snook a look at Shane, through her dull brown eyes. The eyes that are normally so filled with joy and life.

"Mitch, he's coming home. He isn't going to leave you, trust me. I had to persuade him so hard to go visit out parents for a...."

Mitchie's head shot up, "This was your idea. You..you idiot. Why did you do that?" She spoke in hurried, but hard whispers, so they weren't the centre of attention in the shop.

"It's for the best. You two need some time a part. Tess and I, have time apart all the time and we hardly ever argue, unlike you two, who argue all the time. You are suffocating each other Mitch, and pretty soon enough, you would have drove each other too far, and then that would have been it. You would be over. Do you really want that? To not be with Nate. Is that your plan?"

Her eyes brimmed with tears that she was trying desperately hard to blink away. "How could you say that Shane? You of all people should know how much I love Nate, he's.....he's my everything, I can't live with myself knowing that he's not with me, and not happy, and he's always upset because, he misses me, I hate seeing him upset and knowing that I've caused it, I wanna make him happy, that's all I've ever wanted to do," she broke their intense eye contact and messed with the straw in her drink spinning it around before looking back at Shane who was still looking at her.

"Are you happy?" He waited for an answer but, knew he wasn't going to get one "You never said anything about making yourself happy, just about wanting to make Nate happy. So, Mitchie, honestly tell me, are you happy?"

He places his hand on top of hers, in a comforting way, on the table and his thumb gently brushed over her repeatedly, feeling the texture of her smooth skin against his, even if it was just as little as their hands touching, he got shivers from it, tingling down his spine, and his heartbeat beat uncontrollably, as though it was about to break through his ribcage. Her eyes locked on their hands, and his movements toward her, she pulled her hand from his and placed it on her lap.

"Yeah, yeah, I am happy, and who are you to say if I'm not?"

Shane's hand was still frozen on the table, reminiscing the feel of it on hers. When he looked up at her she was staring at her drink, like if she looked away it would disappear. Not wanting to speak, knowing that he would say something stupid, he decided they go home.

"Come on, let's get you home," he pushed his chair back, with the back of his knees and she copied his actions with her chair. They walked out in silence.

The car drive back to Nate and Mitchie's was quite, the only sound being the radio which was barely audible. It was just loud enough to unnerve the silence and drop the tension.

- - -

As soon as Shane pulled up in the drive way, Mitchie hopped out of the car and walked to the door, opening it and walking straight in. leaving it open a jar knowing that Shane would be in right after her.

Shane sat down in the kitchen, at the breakfast bar and stared into space, until Mitchie walked into his eye view.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"Didn't you only have one this morning?" he quizzed her.

"Yeah, but, uhm...I just need to, get..." she trailed off.

"I get ya, go have your shower." Shane nodded towards her, and watched her walk away, until she turned around a corner, climbed the stairs and turned into her bedroom, which held her en-suite. Twenty minutes later, Shane heard the shower turn off and water stop running. He needed to talk to Mitchie, so he ascended the stairs and knocked onto her door. Hearing her mumble something he understood it as a sign to walk in. He opened the door to see Mitchie clad in pink lacy underwear, with her back to him, as she pinned up her hair, clips hanging from her plump lips. He looked at her and didn't know what to do. His mouth slightly opened in shock, from the beautiful girl in front of him. His eyes scanned the curves of her back, noting each new patch of skin as his eyes roamed her body, over and over. Finding new skin every time and taking it in. He involuntarily licked his lips wetting them as they had become dry. He was captivated, she was absolutely mesmerising. Of course, he'd always imagined the way she'd look underneath all her clothes, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

Mitchie raised her head to look in the mirror, seeing him behind her, she gasped making the clips in her mouth fall to the carpeted floor below her. She reached for her silk robe, located on the top corner of the mirror.

"Shane, what the hell get out!" she walked to him, pushing him through the door and going to close it.

"I-I-I-I-I was, j-just...ermmm."

She closed the door on his face, and he rested his forehead against it. He should of walked out or at least said something so she knew he was there. He just couldn't stop looking at her. He decided it would be sensible for him to leave, before she left her room; he didn't want to be greeted with awkward silences. He made his way to his car, Mitchie still fresh in his mind, and drove home.

- - -

When he arrived home, he noticed an all to familiar car in the drive next to Caitlyn's black Mercedes-Benz.

Tess was home.

Dun dun dunnnn.

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