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Dear Cupid,
You fucking suck.
Not only have you paired up with God to make my life as difficult as possible when it comes to Shane and my unrequited feelings, but now you've fucking recruited?!
Seriously, what's your deal?
Nate and Jason? I'm not trying to sound funny or anything but- you're a fucking loser. Like for real.
Why people have your face on cards, I'll never know.
I warn you and I warn you now, whatever plan you've got formulating up your metaphorical sleeve, it better be a good one, because mark my word, I will cut you up.
Much love?
Not really,
Mitchie.
So they want to make a woman out of me? Well all I can say is that's very direct of them, especially with those silver bands situated on their fingers. The least they could do is take me to dinner first...
Okay so my sarcasm isn't appreciated?
Oh well I am sorry, forgive me from thinking that whatever these two troublemakers have got planned is going to be anything but successful.
But then again, it was only polite to humour them- right? It's not like I had anything better planned, well I did; and it could be seen as rape. So for the sake of a potential jail sentence, I'll give my 'brothers' the benefit of the doubt.
So here I was, sitting in my bedroom, door locked, contained within four walls with two thirds of the biggest musical sensation since...well I would say the Beatles...but c'mon they're the fucking Beatles.
But Connect 3 are big in the music world, with millions of underage tweenies proclaiming their love to them on a minutely basis via various means of communication.
But they don't let that get to their head they...'keep it real' yeah you heard me, I went there.
I had been sitting on my bed, plotting multiple ways of escaping this form of torture for over an hour now, when my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of my phone going off.
Oh thank the lord.
Saved by... soundtrack to friends. God bless you chandler Bing.
Nate and Jason both froze, as they pulled out clothes left right and centre from my closet and dresser, 'assessing' my fashion sense.
Like fuck they know ANYTHING about fashion
Can I just mention the boots Jason's wearing right now...
Yes, thank you. Point proven.
"It's Shane" I exclaimed happily, but then again of course I'd exclaim happily.
They simply shrugged as they continued to raid my room as I brought the phone to my ear.
"Yo Home slice, how's it hanging?" I greeted feigning the best rapper accent I could, but if I'm honest I think I sounded more Indian.
I heard a soft chuckle on the other end of the line "I'm good babe, although I'm confused as to why you've locked me out of the house, and stolen my spare keys" he paused and gasped "Michelle Torres, do you have a guy in there?!"
I didn't answer, instead coughing in disbelief at his ludicrous accusation.
"Oh my god you do don't you?"
Nate and Jason's heads whipped around as the eyed me confused. I sighed, there was no use denying it, after all I did have a guy in my room, actually make that two.
"Oh Okay you caught me. I do, I have company, but saying I have a guy would be wrong"
"W-what?! Mitchie what are you saying... a girl..."
"No you fucking dickwad. God." I muttered "I actually have two guys..."
"WHAT?!" he shrieked "M-"
I cut him off, knowing that I had triggered his curiosity, and trust me there was nothing more amusing than leaving Shane with half a story.
Seriously, try it out sometime, it's an easy laugh.
"Sorry Shane but I'm a little preoccupied, don't come back anytime soon, bye" I hung up before I could get a reply.
I threw the phone beside me and looked up to see both brothers' arms crossed looking at me dead in the eyes
"What?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelids a few times
"What exactly does Shane think you're doing?" Nate asked, trying to keep a straight face
"Well he thinks' I've got the company of two gentlemen"
"MITCHIE!" Jason scolded
"what I only confirmed his question, its his mind if he thinks I'm getting up to no good, beside's play the game Jay, just you wait till later, seeing him will be hilarious, just don't tell him it was you"
They both rolled their eyes nodding, it was a universally known fact that annoying Shane was our favourite past time, why let an opportunity like this just slip through our fingers?
I rubbed my hands together "So my fashionista's what exactly are you doing?"
"Clearing out your wardrobe" Jason stated simply as my eyes widened
"WHAT NO!?" I hoisted myself off the bed and scrambled to the closet, grabbing any items of clothing in their hands harshly "these are my babies, I spent hard earned cash on all of this, you can't just throw them away, its all I have" I protested, my voice getting higher and higher
Nate rested a hand on my shoulder "Mitch, err you have millionaires as friends, we will buy you new clothes"
I pulled away, literally shoving Nate out of my personal space "you will do no such thing!" I was proud. Sue me. Sure I had let Shane just sit back and pay my rent but that's where it ended. This, well this would be crossing the line.
I was not a charity case.
I earned my possessions slogging my guts out at a dead end restaurant and that's how I liked it.
" I won't let you, you guys do enough for me as it is"
"Mitchie we are buying you new clothes and that's final, one more word protesting about it and I'll tell Shane you want to have your wicked way with him"
I clamped my mouth shut,
Nice move Nate.
The correct buttons were pressed.
"Good I'm glad you comply, no offence Mitch but your clothes- they suck"
Okay so maybe fashion wasn't my strong point, and yes maybe shopping is more like a chore to me than something I actually gain pleasure from, but do not and I repeat do not diss anything to do with me.
I eyed up the numerous pairs of tattered jeans being thrown in rubbish bags followed by sweat shirt after sweatshirt. Okay he was right, they do suck.
Man I was really stuck in 2004.
Once they had finished I was left with the total of one pair of jeans, a pair of sweats and 3 tops, that's including what I was wearing right now.
I gulped harshly as I followed the pair out the house, carrying numerous rubbish sacks full to capacity with my clothing and left it out on the porch for garbage collection tomorrow.
The car journey to the mall consisted of Jason's nonstop rambling about his girlfriend – Keisha, admittedly she was one of the nicest girls I had ever met, but seriously, if I had to here one more word about how beautiful she was or what an amazing kisser she was I would happily burst my own ear drums.
We pulled up into the car park just over 10 minutes later, pumped up and ready to go. Well they were, i wasn't, for me this was torture. So as I revenge I was going to make sure Nate's American express was maxed out by the end of the day.
Let the fun begin
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"There is no way in hell I am wearing that!" I exclaimed, eyeing up a pair of bright pink skinny jeans Jason was holding up
"Dude, put the back, mitchie is not a Barbie or a piece of bubble gum" Nate retaliated, scrunching up his face in disgust
We had been shopping for little over three hours by now and I was beyond fed up with having to remove my clothes a million times to try on different things. I may as well just walk around naked.
It would be so much more easier.
If not a little indecent.
But who cares.
Convenience is more important.
"Well you find something better then" Jason challenged as he sat down on a seat in defeat. Nate simply nodded before raking through rail after rail of expensive clothes
"What about this?" I turned around to face Nate who was holding up the, admittedly, most gorgeous little black dress I had ever seen.
"Woah" I muttered
"Woah indeed, now even I think you'd look hot in that, and I have a girlfriend" Jason mumbled as his eyes still remained on the dress
"Like it Mitch?" Nate asked
"I- I love it"
"Good, its yours, right lets go pay"
Oh Nathaniel Gray, how I do love you.
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My stomach rumbled as I clutched my side, no joke this shopping till you drop shit builds up quite the appetite, come to think of it, I don't think I even got the chance to eat this morning before I was held hostage in my room by the crazed Gray brothers.
Minus Shane of course.
Because I certainly wouldn't mind being held hostage in my bedroom with him.
Mmm yeah.
I watched as Nate entered his pin into the card machine for the millionth time today as I took hold of the bag, sighing loudly
"Guysssssss" I whined cocking my head to the side whilst batting my eyelashes repeatedly, causing them to look at me "I'm hungry" I stuck out my bottom lip.
Both of them rolled their eyes as Nate stuck his Platinum American express card into his wallet "C'mon then. Let's eat, I think you've had enough retail therapy for a day"
"More like life time" I retorted, it was true. Such. An. Effort.
We trekked past numerous shops until we reached the food court, the smell of various foods filling my senses automatically, what can I say? I loved food, and luckily for me, I could stuff my face all day long and never put on an ounce.
Lucky bitch?
Hell yeah I am.
"Oh oh! Please can we eat there!" I said pointing to a cafe in the style of a 60's diner, with the most amazing decor.
Actually I lie, I wasn't paying attention to the decor in the slightest, I was just eyeing up that kids chocolate milkshake.
That is one sexy milkshake.
I'm having one.
End of story.
I didn't give the boys chance to answer as I sped off in front of them claiming the nearest table available and grabbing the menu.
My mouth literally watered as I admired absolutely everything they had to offer
"So what are you having Mitch?" Jason asked as he eyed the menu quickly
"Ohh order me the biggest chocolate shake you can buy, I'm not joking if you come back with a measly sized one, I will not be amused" I shot a sweet smile as Jason told Nate he wanted and went into the diner.
"So Mitchie, do you like your stuff?"
I nodded, even if some things were a little out of my comfort zone- or a lot, I remained polite, they had spent a lot of money on me today and I was grateful, this new image would just take a while to get used to
" I do"
"Good"
"But you really shouldn't have spent so much on me..."
"Nonsense Mitch, you have been our rock over the years, the three of us couldn't ask for a better friend, its about time we show out gratitude towards you. And trust me, if Nate had his say, he'd spend all our millions on you. Don't tell him I told you, but he adores you, like literally you are his god."
I smiled, as I saw Nate approach us with a tray full of food, my mouth watering at the sight
"FOOOD!" I exclaimed as I clapped my hands together like an excitable kid "food, food, food"
Nate rolled his eyes as he sat down "Yes Mitchie, food"
I said thank you and grabbed my milkshake, admiring its chocolaty goodness
"So Nate now we've discussed the Jason's oh so perfect and my corrupt nonexistent love lives, what's going on in the world of Nathaniel Gray?" I asked, curiously "Got any more lady friends stashed away from prying eyes?"
It was no secret that Nate was a success with the ladies, come to think of it, I'm pretty sure he had more bra's and underwear thrown at him by females on average than Shane. There was so competition between them, and c'mon of course Shane was still, undeniably, the most gorgeous thing to grace the plant- ever, BUT-
And I say 'but' with emphasis
Have you seen the youngest gray brother recently?
Okay let me rephrase that- Have you seen the youngest gray brother topless recently?
He, is, hot.
And yes, I know he is jailbait
And yes he is practically a brother figure
But I'm not dumb nor am I blind; therefore saying that Nate is hot is merely stating fact.
But back to the matter in hand- Nate had had a string of girlfriends and female acquaintances in his seventeen years, yet he was never lucky in love. He could keep a girl, unlike Shane, and girls genuinely liked him, unlike Shane, but in the end it always ended bad
Why?
Because when it came to that point in their relationship where cuddling and kissing seemed a little too...tame, Nate lost them.
He much like his brothers respected his morals, his vows to god and his parents that he would stay pure until marriage- or at least until he had met and settled down with the person he was sure he'd spend the rest of his life with, and he wasn't going to give it up for someone who had satisfied his boyish wants for the past couple of months
So they dropped him.
Or he dropped them
He was a complete gentleman, only adding to the long list of why I love Nathaniel Gray.
He shifted in his chair a little, biting his bottom lip out of hesitation as the silent seconds ticked past "Err, not really, I think I'm going to give the whole dating scene a miss for a while, y'know, focus on the music, we're going on tour soon, any relationship I try and pursue will only get destroyed the moment I step foot off of American soil."
I nodded, he was right; their tour was only 6 weeks away, their world tour.
Visiting 6 out of the 7 continents.
Playing over 50 venues
Commencing January 3rd.
That's right January 3rd
My birthday.
Nice, aye?
Yeah.
But it wasn't their fault, Shane had tried his hardest to postpone the tour for a day but their manger wouldn't have it, it wasn't seen as a viable reason, nice to know I'm not that important.
And sure I was angry for a little bit....okay, so I ignored the three of the for three days, but it was their job, I should have expected and accepted things like this, it was beyond their power, and I wasn't going to get in their way of living the dream.
I opened my mouth ready to speak when my phone vibrated violently against the metal table. I picked it up, looking at the sender ID- Shane. I smiled as I pressed the open message button, yet that smile fell a little as soon as I read the message.
Won't be back till late Mitch, got a date, but unlike you I'm letting you know. Secrets aren't cool babes. Love you regardless x
I sighed setting my cell down on the table and grabbing my chocolate milkshake quickly, forcing the straw into my mouth as I took a large sip.
"Lover boy?" Nate asked, as I only nodded, continuing to fill myself up with comforting calories.
"Mmhmm. He's got a date."
Jason rolled his eyes "seriously what's it been 48 hours?"
"Yep" I said popping the 'p' "and this surprises you why?"
"Because he seemed so torn up about it"
It was my turn to roll my eyes "when you're Shane Gray rebound girls are around every corner. Every girl is a rebound girl for him. When will he realise that none of them are good enough for him!"
I was standing tall on my soap box sounding like a complete hypocrite, and I didn't care
"And you are?" Jason retorted. Not in a harsh way mind, just more...intrigued.
I sighed, throwing my head back "no, of course I'm not. I never will be. But" I let out a frustrated returning my gaze to the boys, looking utterly defeated "they just don't see him how I see him. They don't get to see him outside the Hollywood bubble, the Shane you and me see. They don't understand that he doesn't live for the glitz and glamour, but for the simple things. None have ever ventured into seeing the other side of Shane, the sunset loving, long walk embarking Shane that I've known all my life. I may not be what he deserves but no one could ever love him as much as I do"
I didn't realise I had gone off on one, my emotions getting the better of me as I just rambled out everything that had been building up inside me. Sure Nate and Jason knew I liked him, they pretty much figured that out when everyone else did years ago, but never have I professed my love for him like that.
I didn't like wearing my heart on my sleeve. End of.
Nate's hand reached over the table as he placed it softly upon mine, giving it a slight squeeze, forcing me to look at him, his eyes sympathetic and soft.
"I'm sorry" I quickly apologised, gulping down the rest of my milkshake, hiding my gaze.
"Mish" Jason urged, god I hated it when he called me that. "You, you love him? Like in love?"
I rolled my eyes "No jay I fucking hate him and currently planning his assassination, yes of course I fucking do!" I bit my lip as I realised my sudden increase in volume, not wanting to create any unnecessary attention I lowered my head so that my bangs was now covering my face completely
"We didn't know you actually in love with him Mitch, we just thought it was one of those uncontrollable crushes" I looked up to see Nate shooting me a sad expression as he rubbed circles on the back of hand.
I shrugged, trying to pass it off as no big deal, but it didn't work. It didn't convince them and it certainly didn't convince myself. "It doesn't matter the extent of my feelings towards him guys, it's not like I'm ever going to get to act on them"
Jason let out a frustrated cry, slamming his hands down on the table slightly, making both me and Nate jump out of our seats a little "God Mitchie, stop it. Please just, stop."
I Shot him a confused look, stop what?
"Stop being so goddamn pessimistic about everything, if you really love him you wouldn't just sit back and do nothing, so you obviously don't love him"
"What?!" I spat out angry, no one and I repeat no one can tell me what I'm apparently feeling, not even Jason Gray. I think I know a little more about myself than he does thank you very much. "I do! How dare you say that!" I narrowed my eyes, now majorly pissed at the eldest gray.
"Well then fucking show it Mitch. Take a risk for once in your life, stop being so adamant on not getting your happy ever after. It's about time you forget about being the independent all the time, put yourself out there, and make him see what he's missing. Jesus Mitch even if things never work out, you can't die alone and you'll never know what could have been if you don't try" Jason finished his irritated rant panting, his face slightly red as his eyes bore into mine, making me squirm uncomfortably in my seat.
He was right
I nodded, gulping "You're right" I kept nodding, no head bobbing up and down like some nodding dog in the back of a car " You're fucking right Jay"
"Well, obviously." he said bluntly.
Ah bless those oversized egos.
"And we're going to help you, today was only the beginning, trust me if he doesn't want to bang you by the end of this, there's some serious injustice going on" Nate finished as Jason scrunched up his face
"Dude can you not put the mental image of my best friend and my brother getting frisky in my head thanks."
I let out a slight laugh as I watched Jay try and mentally wipe that image out of his head- poor guy, for being nearly 22; he could still be so naive some times.
We sat in silence as the guys finished off their burgers before heading back to the car, all three of us now exhausted from the gruelling trek from store to store.
I slumped into the back seat as Nate threw bag after bag after bag on top of me, burying me under the numerous garments I had been treated to over the past few hours.
"You know I'm really grateful for today guys" I said sincerely, and I was, I wasn't happy when I found out that they had collectively spent over a $1000 on me, but if you have rock star best friends the occasional treat is acceptable- I guess.
"It's no problem Mitch, just remember that Keisha is coming over in the morning to sort out your hair and make up and girly shit like that so make sure you're ready. Me and Nate will be coming over with her to kidnap Shane for the day; after all we don't want him catching wind on what's happening just yet"
"Make over?" I gulped
"Yep, you'll love it"
Oh fuck my life.
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I swung open the door, picking up the numerous bags full's of clothes and shoe's I had acquired over the past few hours, as I tried to push myself through the door.
No joke
Shopping was a chore. Yes the occasional purchase of a new garment is somewhat refreshing but after trying on item after item, in colour after colour, it gets old.
Like seriously old.
I hiked up the stairs, my arms feeling heavy as a throbbing pain shot up and down them- see shopping is painful too!
I finally reached my room, my breathing heavy as I dropped the bags to the ground with some loud thud.
I clenched and unclenched my hands, trying to regain the feeling in them as I made my way over to my closet, trying to find something warm and comfortable out of the little clothes I had remaining which still didn't have the price tag on. I pulled out my trusty pair of grey sweats and my Michigan state hoodie my cousin had sent me and slung it on, the layers providing instant warmth.
Exhaling deeply I walked over to my iPod on its and pressed shuffle before making my way over to the numerous bags, ready to put away the aesthetic items that will apparently contribute to Shane falling for me.
Manage me, I'm a mess
turn a page, I'm a book half unread
I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because
I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough
but I'm stuck in this fucking rut
waiting on a second hand pick me up
Oh don't you just hate it when a relatable song comes on? Fucking typical aye? Rub it in why don't you, rub it in.
and I'm over, getting older
if I could just find the time
then I would never let another day go by
I'm over, getting old!
and maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year
and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
and this is my reaction to everything I fear
'cus I've been going crazy I don't wanna waste another minute here
make believe that I impress, that every word by design turns a head
I wanna feel reckless, wanna live it up just because
I wanna feel weightless 'cus that would be enough
if I could just find the time
then I would never let another day go by
I'm over, getting old!
And maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year!
and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
and this is my reaction, to everything I fear
'cus I've been going crazy I don't wanna waste another minute here
this could be all I've waited for
and this could be everything I don't wanna dream anymore
and maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year
and I've been going crazy I'm stuck in here
and maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year
and I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
and this is my reaction to everything I fear
'cus I've been going crazy I don't wanna waste another minute here
I found myself agreeing with the lyrics, I wasn't just going to sit back any longer and watch life pass me by, I was going to get my ass in gear and do something.
Well after I've finished putting these clothes away and had a nap.
We don't want to have a messy room and be sleep deprived now do we?
Nooooooo.
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I awoke from my nap several hours later feeling significantly refreshed and in a better mindset as I rolled off of bed, stretching my limbs in the process. I glanced at the clock noticing it was little over 11pm, I really needed to get my sleep in some sort of regulated pattern before I wilt away and die from lack of sleep.
I trotted downstairs absentmindedly, the complete silence of the apartment sending a chill down my spine. I crossed my arms over my chest as I made my way through the living room and into the entertainment room.
Aka room with piano and TV.
I sat down on the leather stool as I rested my fingers against the cold keys, my mind telling my hands what to keys to press as I began to play a melody. Playing was always my form of venting my emotions when I couldn't tell Shane, my way of expressing exactly how I'm feeling, and right now I was feeling lonely,
Lonely and a little bit cold.
But what can I say, that's what you get when you live in New York and it just happens to be mid November.
I sighed as I got lost in the music, my mind now focused on the melody I had formulated in my head one night a few weeks back. I was so engrossed I didn't notice the time fly by, I didn't notice the door open and I didn't notice the presence of my roommate behind me.
Yet I did notice when he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
I did notice when he rest his chin on my shoulder watching my fingers every move.
I did notice his hot breath hitting my skin causing my skin to break out in goose bumps.
I continued to play, trying not to make my discomfort noticeable.
Well it wasn't so much of discomfort more of shock.
Sure he did this all the time, our friendship was full of close encounters, actions that to others could be interpreted as pushing the normal platonic boundaries, but now more than ever it made my body tense.
Didn't he realise this isn't what friends did? That such a simple action had this effect on me?
Oh god, could he feel my erratic heart rate?
"H-hi" I managed to croak out, my playing coming to a halt.
"Why hello there miss luvva luvva, why are we up at 1;30 am? Its way past your bed time pretty lady"
"Not tired, I took a nap earlier" I replied, my eyes fixated on the keys still.
"Oh the good ole post-sex nap, nothing better" he chimed, causing me to break from his embrace and off of the stool
"What?!" I furrowed my eyebrows in conclusion, looking at Shane, and mentally thanking his impeccable fashion sense and how his skinny jeans were currently showing off his killer legs (and ass, if he turned around.)
"Oh don't act all innocent on me, you told me you had male company, and there is no logical reason for locking me out of the apartment besides you having a little sexy time...." he expression let off no inkling of how he was feeling about his supposed theory, "Sooo...do I know him? Would I approve, how long have you been seeing him? Why didn't you tell me... Oh my god is it because he's married? Mitchie is he married, because if he is I will have to kill the fucker..."
"STOP!" I shouted, interrupting Shane's ramble, Shane silenced, pursing his lips tightly together "Firstly, what would you know about post-sex naps, or sex for that matter virgin boy. Secondly if you recall I do hold the same morals as you do, therefore I too am a virgin. And kill? Seriously Shane a fly could beat you in a fight"
His mouth fell open as he mocked offense "I could SO beat a fly" he flexed his arms,
Mmm arms.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night Shane"
"So, if you weren't sexing up some guy then what the hell was going on?" his expression changed as his first and probably only theory was crushed
"I was with some male company, and then they left...I just wanted some time to myself, then I went out to the mall"
His eyes widened "YOU? The mall?" utter disbelief evident in his voice
"Err yeah, why is that so hard to believe?"
"Because you hate the mall, you don't go unless completely necessary."
"That is so not true!" well it is, but I'm stubborn and I can't let Shane win whatever pointless argument we were currently having- not yet anyway
"Oh Mitch it so is. Whenever I ask you to come along with me you make up every excuse under the sun to get out of it; just so you know, I don't believe you had swine flu that time I wanted to go and buy a tux for that Tom Cruise movie premiere"
"Okay fine, whatever Shane I haven't got the energy to argue with you" he let a smug grin spread across his face as he pulled me into a side hug
"Yay I win, i am the champion of the world!"
i rolled my eyes, he was so childish.
"So how was your date with...."
"Emily. And it was good, great actually, we went out for Italian and I took her through central park, it was like the perfect date Mitch, like the shit you see in movies"
Well I fucking hate movies now; why? Because of the false, unrealistic outlook they have on falling in love. Its cliché, perfect and will never happen to me.
Well it could
But until cupid and god decide to through me a rope, I'm stuck in this invisible hole screaming my love for Shane in the hopes of him saving me.
"That's really great Shane, I'm happy you had a nice evening"
"Thanks princess, "
"How did you guys meet?" I asked curiosity getting the better of me, I mean the amount of girls he had gone through recently, he had always met them in different locations.
"Supermarket, locked eyes in the frozen food aisle"
Oh god pass me the sick bucket now, like seriously I want to hurl
Is this for real?
Oh god, am I actually in one of those shitty movies? If so where the hell is Ashton Kutcher and why haven't we banged yet?
"Oh..." lost for words Mitchie? Why yes self, yes I am. "That's nice Shane"
I faked a yawn, stretching my arms above my head quickly "I think I'm going to hit the hay"
"Ohhh Mitchieeeeeeee!" he whined "I'm not tired, and I haven't spend any time with you in ages! Stop being such a stranger!"
I rolled my eyes and sighed, damn my lack of stubbornness and willpower when he sticks out his bottom lip. "Fine"
"Yesss!" he hissed throwing his fist in the air "Movie marathon! You pick the film, I'll go get changed, get the covers and get snacks!" he jumped up and down like an over excited kid before bolting up the stairs at record speed.
Where he got all that energy from is beyond me.
I trudged over to the DVD stack, my eyes scanning up and down the pile for something, anything that wont remind me of who suckish my love life is. My eyes landed on juno- perfect, a bit of comedy never did anyone any harm
I pulled the DVD from the pile as Shane entered the room, arms full of snacks and a duvet. He threw everything on the sofa, now letting me eye up his choice of night attire.
Oh not fair.
Not fair.
My eyes quickly ran up and down his body, acknowledging full well the tight black vest top he was wearing with red shorts.
My throat went dry as I reluctantly removed my eyes from his abs up to his face
"So what we watching Mitchie-Moo!?"
I held up the case
"Juno? Mitch we saw that last week, can we watch..." he pondered thought for a second " Oh can we watch the notebook I've never seen it"
My eyes widened "Oh. My. God you haven't seen the notebook?"
He shook his head
"Then by all means Shane Gray, tonight you are getting note booked."
"Is that something kinky?"
"No Shane."
-
The movie wasn't even half way through before I felt my eyelids begin to feel heavy. Both Shane and I were now snuggled under the duvet on the coach, my head lying on his lap as he absentmindedly ran his hands through my hair whilst deeply engrossed in the film...
I must have fallen asleep as I woke up sometime later, feeling Shane's body jerk under mine. I opened my eyes slowly, my senses coming back to life as I heard sniffling. I glanced at the TV to see the scene I had expected to scene- the final one.
I rolled over to get a better look at him, his eyes blotchy and glistening
"Shane, are you...crying?" I asked semi amused
"N-no!" he croaked "No!"
A few seconds passed silently as I thought he may have fallen asleep, well, that was until a sob escaped his lips
"Its just so sad! I mean they love each other so much and they die and-" another sob broke out as I pursed my lips together trying to suppress my laughter
"Its just a movie Shane"
"Just a movie? Mitchie that love is real, people love like that, I-it's just s-s-so sad"
I rolled my eyes, "Shane its okay" I rubbed my hand up and down his leg as I tried to sooth him
"But-but—"
"Shane, shhhh, I want to sleep" I said closing my eyes as I nestled closer to him
"You're no fun"
"But you love me" I mumbled as I drifted into unconsciousness
If only she knew the half of it.
So there you go, there is chapter 3!its a long one, isn't it? I impressed myself. So I'm now at college and after toying with quitting fan fiction all together I have decided that I love it too much to give in.
So review, the more reviews I get, the longer the chapters, the faster the updates
You get it.
60 reviews please?
Much love.