Hi guys, I know I've been AWOL for quite some time now and you have no idea how sorry I am. I've had a lot of crap on my plate recently and I've seriously lacked the motivation to get through a day let alone write. But I'm here and I'm back. I saw JB on nov 21st, met them at the sound check so I'm pretty happy. can i just say that nick is really short, joe is a god, and kevin, man did i under estimate that man. just wow.

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If I'm honest with you I like myself. Well at least appearance wise. I'd like to think that I'm tolerable to look at.

I mean c'mon it's not like I'm a super model or anything. I don't have guys falling at my feet left, right and centre but I'm not a troll.

Well at least...I hope not.

I guess that's up to personal opinion.

But now I'm here sitting in my living room, surrounded by boxes upon boxes of make-up, hair products and styling items, some of which I had never seen before in my life.

And to be frank, it's all a little excessive.

"Seriously Keisha, you don't have to do this" I said as she rummaged through one of the bags. She spun around to look at me, a pair of scissors in one hand and a simple comb in the other

"Nonsense, I want to help, we've got to show that blind best friend of yours what the hell he's missing"

Now the thing is, even though I would willingly do practically anything to win the affections of my Mr right- Shane Gray, I'm reluctant to change myself to suit him.

"Err what are you going to do with those?" I asked pointing to the pair of scissors with wide eyes

She rolled her eyes "Cut your hair of course, silly. What did you think I was going to do?"

Stab me? Put me out of my misery?

"I don't know..."I replied sheepishly , readjusting myself on this godforsaken uncomfortable stool.

Dear Shane,

No offence but when you go shopping for furniture next time, please choose comfort over style. Otherwise I will chop you up and make you into Shane cushions.

Yours sincerely,

Mitchie's throbbing back.

Keisha clapped her hands together enthusiastically before coming behind me, running her hands through my wet hair "Okay, now you've got to trust me, I know what I'm doing, alright?"

I nodded, still feeling anxious that I was about to say goodbye to all my locks and for it to be replaced with a hair style a poodle would even be ashamed to model.

Not that I was calling Keisha crap at cutting hair. Because that's her job, she knows what she's doing.

But I can't help but think that her body and mind will be taken over by aliens whilst she is making me over.

"Great!" she exclaimed cheerfully as she started sectioning my hair, pinning various bits up.

I sat there, flicking through the first gossip magazine I had picked up from the store earlier, not bothering to read the articles.

I was in it for the pictures. Who wasn't?

I know, that theoretically as a best friend of three international music sensations that I should steer clear from the forms of media that slate them on a daily basis. But C'mon! This one had zac efron on the front.... near enough naked!

If I can't have nearly naked Shane gray, then I'll have nearly naked second- best zac efron.

After admiring Efron's six pack sculptured by the gods themselves, I came across a page that made me freeze and tense up.

'Shane's new flavour of the week- and we like her!'

Oh fuck my life.

Really, just fuck it.

My eyes scanned the double page spread as I stared at numerous photos of their pair looking lovey dovey around central park and at some fancy restaurant. They looked so perfect, it makes me want to hurl a little.

I took in the appearance of Shane's latest 'flavour', almost disgusted at how pretty she was. She was everything I wasn't. She was tall, blonde and beautiful.

Great. Looks like we've got ourselves a plastic on our hands.

All beauty, no brains no doubt.

Keisha must have noticed my staring/ lack of movement as she spoke up "oh I'm sorry love, but if I'm honest with you, it won't last"

I shrugged "why not?" I asked, still looking at the smile on Shane's face, that was a smile people other than me and his brothers rarely ever saw, it was a genuine smile. It was the smile I was in love with.

"Oh c'mon just look at her, she's staring at the camera in practically every single picture, she's a fame whore. Either that or she's really vain. Besides I'm always going to say it won't last because he's destined to be with you"

I sighed dejectedly "As much as I want her to just be another fame whore, I want Shane to have someone that makes him happy and won't ultimately break his heart. "

"And that's going to be you Mitchie. Look I'm not just saying this because I know you like him and you're both my friends. I'm saying it because it's what we all think. I've been in your lives for a while now and the first thing that I thought when I met you and Shane was that you were a couple. Seriously, together you look aesthetically perfect and when I got to know you was even more certain of my first impression. But when I found out that he wasn't with you, I simply couldn't understand it. You were so close, you had the whole 'love sick' look going on. He may not see it now, and he may not for a while, but you guys are destined for one another, and my god if you two don't live happily ever after and make gorgeous babies we are living in one fucked up world."

Even though Keisha couldn't see my reaction, I lowered my gaze slightly, not knowing whether or not I should smile or cry at her mini speech. Me and Shane looked perfect together?

And gorgeous babies? I don't need the mental image of making those 'gorgeous' babies in my head. Not now. I don't fancy dwelling on how shit my life currently was.

The silence between us continued a little longer as I shut the magazine and threw it to the floor, no longer wanting to look at the stunning blonde currently stealing Shane's affections.

"Don't we all get to meet this fame-whore plastic bitch tonight at the premiere anyway?" Keisha spoke up after a while, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Oh that's right...the premiere. Fun" I said, far from enthused. If I'm honest, going to a star studded movie premiere was the last thing on my mind, especially when she would be all over him.

"Oh c'mon Mitchie sound a little more enthused. I know you're not going with the Gray brother you want, but Nate is still a catch, seriously if I was a couple of years younger that kid would have to watch his back." Her voice became hushed "seriously have you seen that boy's abs? I've been trying to get Jason to work out more, I want a set of those bad boys."

I squinted my eyes shut, mental images entering my brain "Please, they are practically my brothers!"

She laughed "you can't deny it though!"

"Maybe not, but I don't understand why Nate wanted me to go with him in the first place, there's several girls his age who would bite off a limb just to be draped on that boy's arm for the evening."

Keisha stopped snipping away at my hair for a moment "Mitch, they love you. All three of them love you, and so do I, it wouldn't be a night out if you weren't there. Nate wanted you to be his date for the night. Remember when he had a soft spot for you?" I groaned as she reminded me of the events of about 6 months ago when I had an admirer in the form of Nathaniel Gray. Don't get me wrong, I was flattered and if he was anyone else I would have probably given him a shot but he wasn't. He was Nate gray, practically my brother, in a completely non related way. Anything romantic occurring with him would simply feel like incest.

Even if he was the hottest seventeen year old around. But don't tell anyone I said that. I'm not a paedophile.

"He did have it pretty bad for me didn't he?"

"Pretty bad?" she repeated "Pretty bad? God Mitchie, I'll never forget the time he serenaded you outside your window at 3am!"

I snorted out a laugh "Oh god that was so shameful. He had travelled in his new mustang all the way over to our apartment and sang me their new song. I can't listen to 'please be mine' in the same way again."

Keisha too burst out into laughter "Oh so funny. Shane went mental at Nate. They were good times"

I shook my head "times I never want to relive"

Keisha put down the scissors and scurried over to her bag of hair products, pulling out a bottle of serum and a tin of hair wax before attacking my hair with the products, nearly suffocating me with the fumes in the process.

"Okay stage one: Hair, complete. Now clothes! I want to see everything you brought yesterday, everything. We need to find something for tonight that will knock some sense into Shane"

I rolled my eyes "fine" I hoisted myself off of the uncomfortable stool, stretching my limbs as I tried to regain the feeling in my lower back before dragging myself up the stairs, Keisha in tow. I showed her all of the clothes I had purchased yesterday, which to be honest was my entire wardrobe besides a few items, as she inspected each piece.

"Wow, the boys spent a fortune on you yesterday by the looks of it" she observed

"Yeah I told them not to but those boys are freaking stubborn"

"Oh my... you are wearing this!" she exclaimed excitedly as she pulled out a dress from the closet. I look at her choice of attire, impressed, after all it was one of my favourite pieces I had picked up yesterday and admittedly the most expensive. It was a simple emerald green bodycon dress, which rested a couple of inches above my knees. At first I was hesitant, thinking it was too revealing, yet when I tried it on it was as if I was a different person. I never showed off any skin unnecessarily, but I couldn't help but gawp at my legs, and admire my impressive cleavage.

I nodded, happy with her choice as she pulled out the pair of matching heels I had also got. I looked at the clock, it was already nearly 5, the boys would be here in less than an hour and a half...well Jason and Nate would, Shane had to pick up fame whore on the way.

"Right you go put that on, I'll go get my dress on, and then I'll do your makeup, okay?" I simply agreed, no point saying anything else as I knew I wouldn't win. I slipped on the dress, smoothing it out, as I resisted the temptation to look in the mirror.

I wasn't allowed to look in the mirror until my 'makeover' was complete.

I made my way back down stairs to find Keisha already dressed to impress in a stunning floor length red dress, highlighting her olive skin to perfection. She was gorgeous, I had always thought that, it was no wonder why Jason fell in love with her, she had the whole package, brains, beauty and a personality of a saint.

"You look great Kay!" I complimented, sitting myself down on the uncomfortable stool once more

"Thank you" she smiled warmly "You look amazing in that dress, I wish I had your figure"

"Oh sh." I brushed off the comment. The next half an hour or so involved applying numerous pieces of makeup to my face, brushes here, poked with eye pencils there. I had always worn makeup, I rarely left the house with none on, but never had I put so much effort or time than Keisha currently was. Was I really in need for that much makeup.

"All done!" Keisha exclaimed, stepping back to look at me as she 'awed' "Mitchy babes, you look incredible. Seriously"

I shot her a toothy smile "well it's all thanks to you"

"You're right , I am a genius" she joked,

"Always the modest one aren't you?"

There was a knock on the door signalling that Nate and Jason were here. Keisha shot me an excited smile "Go in the Kitchen, I don't want them to see you just yet" I rolled my eyes as we both got up, myself making my way to the kitchen whilst she answered the door to the guys"

"Why hello fine gentlemen, why aren't you looking rather dapper this evening" Keisha said in a false British accent, letting the two of them inside before shutting the door behind them.

"Thank you, where is my girl?" Nate asked "I mean, my date for tonight on a completely platonic level"

"Patience my dear boy" Keisha laughed "Now, as you know today has been dedicated into making Mitchie even more gorgeous than she already was, so please boys don't have a heart attack when you see her, I don't want the death of 2/3's of connect three resting on my shoulders thanks."

"Yes ma'am!" Jason exclaimed as I smiled. God I loved that boy.

"So without any further a due I'd like to introduce to you Mitchie!" I took that as my queue to leave the kitchen and make my way into the hallway, trying my hardest not to stumble in my three inch heels in the process. I smiled meekly at the boys, still unaware of what I actually look liked as their mouths fell open, and their eyes widened

"Oh my...god" Nate muttered in utter shock, hopefully good shock "Mitchie you look...wow...you look incredible"

Jason nodded enthusiastically "You do! Wow!"

I blushed, feeling a little embarrassed, "thanks?"

"Oh that's right!" Keisha exclaimed "You haven't even seen yourself yet have you!" she gave me a gentle nudge towards the mirror as I took in my appearance for the first time in hours

"no way" I whispered, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, this wasn't me, I couldn't look this good. My hair! My once elbow length plain brown hair was now a fashionable inverted bob, resting at the base of my neck at the bank, with my bangs hitting my shoulder. I'd never seen it look in such good condition. Keisha had matched my makeup with my dress to perfection, my face was glowing, my cheekbones highlighted, my eyes exaggerated with mascara and a light emerald eye shadow. I looked like something out of a glossy magazine

I looked smoking hot! I took a step back so my whole figure was visible in the mirror, my legs looked like they went on for miles. My skin tone complimenting the dress amazingly.

I turned around to Keisha and tackled her in a tight hug "thank you, thank you, thank you"

She laughed "don't mention it, you deserved to feel pampered"

I pulled away from her, frightened to crease her dress.

My thanks were interrupted with the sound of a car horn, telling us that Shane had successfully picked up the car and the fame whore. That's what I was calling her from now on, she didn't deserve a pretty name like Emily, fame whore fitted her perfectly.

"Ready?" Jason spoke up

We all nodded, well I was ready as I'll ever be.

"Don't worry Mitch" Nate whispered as we made our way to the door "Shane isn't going to know what's hit him" I smiled at his words as we opened the front door to see Shane standing by the car, dressed in a dark gray suit, different compared to Jason and Nate's black ones. He looked sensational, the suit trousers hugging everything to perfection, the crisp white shirt, tight enough to see his impressive abs, the red tie around his neck, finishing the outfit off.

I gulped harshly, my throat becoming incredibly dry at the very sight of him. My eyes travelled to his face as he noticed us, his expression changing considerably when his eyes landed on me. His eyes went to the sides of saucers as he blinked several times, taking a hurried few steps forward "Mitchie?" he said in disbelief "Mitchie, is that really you?" I gave him a small smile and nodded

"Hi Shane"

He opened his mouth, to say something but nothing came out. He closed it, before finally muttering "You look stunning"

I bit my lip "You're looking pretty fine yourself Mr Gray" I continued walking down the pathway with Nate in tow "See, told you" he whispered causing me to laugh as I could still feel Shane's eyes on me.

The car ride to the premiere was full of small talk between all of us... actually when I say all of us I mean everyone but Shane and Emily. They were off in a little self obsessed world of their own. If they were too rude to join in on our conversation and be social than that's there problem. Although they were being antisocial asses that didn't stop Shane from occasionally stealing glances in my direction. I tore my gaze away from him, shifting slightly so my back was facing him as I focused all my attention on Nate.

We arrived to the venue little after 8, the premiere already in full swing as paparazzi flooded the area left right and centre, lights flashing as numerous people's names were being shouted out. We exited the car one by one without retrospective dates, Shane and Emily being the first one out of course.

The golden couple.

Golden couple, my ass.

I clung on to Nate's arm tightly as we made our way up the red carpet, occasionally stopping for Nate to answer a question or two, not wanting to take too much media attention off of the actually actors who appeared in the film. I refused to look for Shane, I refused to think about him, I refused for that moment in time to acknowledge his existence. After all the last thing I wanted was for Perez Hilton to notice my lovesick looks and post it all over his website. That wasn't how I wanted Shane to find out how I feel towards him. And I certainly didn't want to become the most hated woman in America.

"You know, me and you make a pretty good team" I observed out loud as we entered the movie theatre and took out seats in the third row.

"How so?" Nate asked intrigued

"We seemed to be getting a lot of photo opportunities back there, but I couldn't help but think you were a little distracted with a certain red head" I raised an eyebrow at him, and waggled it.

Nate's cheeks flushed red, I could tell that much, even if the lights were dim "Err no I wasn't?"

"Oh c'mon yes you were! It's okay Nate! Go and find her, don't feel like you have to stick by me all night, I'm a big girl"

Nate looked at me hesitantly, obvious he was having an internal battle whether or not to stay with me.

"Seriously Nate go! It's about time you had a little romance in your life" I sent him a wink before nudging him off of his chair.

He shot me a grateful smile before scurrying off. I sat back in the cushioned chair, as everyone else filtered into the room, and surprise surprise Shane and his flavour of the week were last in. I glanced to my left, cursing that they were unoccupied, and cursing even more when Shane sat beside me, giving me a toothy smile

"Hey stranger" he greeted squeezing my hand which was resting on the arm rest

"Hi Shane" I said levelly, jealously boiling inside of me as I noticed his other hand was stroking blonde bitches exposed leg

Dear Fame Whore,

Would you please just fuck off. No one likes you, you're hair is as rough as a scarecrows and I'm pretty sure those aren't your real boobs.

Yours faithfully,

The brunette bitch that's in love with your boyfriend.

"What's up, you're not as firey as usual, and what's with the appearance make over?"

"Oh I'm fine Shane, wonderful in fact, it doesn't matter that my supposed best friend hasn't said more than five words to me all night. And as for this" I said pointing at my hair "it's about time I had a change"

His face hardened slightly "Mitchie, I'm on a date!" he defended

I scoffed "Actually you'll find you're on a night out planned months ago with one of your previous girlfriends, there's more than two people here, therefore it's not a date."

He didn't say another word, just looked at me oddly before sinking back into his chair and concentrating on the movie that started a matter of minutes later. I didn't care if I was being cold or harsh. I was a girl who was sitting watching the guy she loved be all lovey dovey with someone else. I had every right to act bitter.

The movie was long and not that interesting, in fact it only made me angrier. No one told me this was going to be one of those chick flicks. As much as I loved a romantic comedy, I'd rather being living one. For a split second a felt a sense of relief wash over me as the prospect of going home and getting into a relaxing bath made me happy, only to be crushed when I heard Jason's voice

"After party time" oh mother fucker.

Luckily no travelling was involved as the party was being held at the club next door to the cinema complex. I rolled my eyes as I passed Nate in the corridor of the entrance to the club making out with the red head from before. Trust Nate, he was such a man whore when he found a girl, but at least he was getting some. More than what I could say for myself.

I don't know what I was really expecting from this evening. I didn't think that my makeover would make Shane dump that good for nothing girlfriend of his, nor did I expect him to announce his undying love for me, but I kinda expected a little more than this.

I expected to actually spend some time with me, get some attention, for him to be utterly shocked by my appearance that he may whisper sweet words in my ear. But I am obviously far too delusional. Far too delusional.

Maybe I was so stupidly in love that I've let it get to my head. That maybe I've lost all my own identity and has now turned into mush. Because that's what I feel like. My life revolves around Shane Gray, my thoughts, my actions, everything. I'm so caught up, I have no idea what I'm doing any more. I was slowly going insane. Hell, I'm probably already insane.

My eyes scanned the room for Shane or Keisha or....anyone. I felt like the third wheel, hell I just felt completely out of place. Keisha had Jason, Shane had Emily and I was only here with Nate because he had no one. Had as in past tense. I'm pretty sure he'll keep that pretty little red head attached to his lips for the rest of the night.

My job as 'date for the tonight' was over. And now I was standing here, in the middle of a film premiere after party like a loser.

Wow, my life is so goddamn average.

I straightened out my teal coloured dress as my eyes locked with Shane's. He turned his head to look at me better, him and Emily sitting in a booth by themselves, looking picture perfect. But Emily was rambling on at a million miles per hour, and he was simply looking at me, not listening.

Mind games. That's all it was. Silly little mind games, messing up every piece of logic and common sense I possessed.

He confused me. I confused me. Every goddamn thing that I can relate to him in one way or another confuses me.

And I had enough.

He had a girlfriend, and if I was going to get anywhere in his affections, I needed to make him jealous.

And if that failed, then at least I would have a little fun, aye?!

I narrowed my eyes at Shane, causing him to look at me confused before tearing my gaze away from him, onto the nearest good looking guy I could find. I smiled in satisfaction as my eyes landed on a dark haired guy leaning against the bar with a beer in his hand. He was certainly blessed with amazing genes. I walked over to him, catching his attention as I too leaned against the bar, trying to get the bartenders attention, in a position which showed a fair amount of cleavage to Mr. Hottie beside me.

"Can I get a jack and coke please?" I shouted above the music to the bartender as he nodded politely

"Let me get this one" the man of mystery spoke up as I turned towards him, a smile spreading across my lips

"Thanks"

"I'm Greg" he extended his hand, as went to shake it politely. Instead he raised it to his lips before lowering it again.

"I'm Mitchie"

"Nice to meet you Mitchie" he winked. Admittedly this guy was a little too cocky for my liking, but he would do, I just wanted some company until the party died down, nothing more. "Why don't you grab a booth and I'll be right over with our drinks" he suggested as I just nodded, finding a booth exactly opposite to Shane.

Perfect for the sneaky glances, perfect for him to see.

I slid into the booth, still in Shane's sight as he locked eyes with me momentarily before Greg blocked the view, leaning over, handing me my drink. I took the drink and smiled at him warmly as he sat down opposite me.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing at a place like this all by yourself?" he asked, taking a swig of his beer, his eyes checking me out slightly.

Now I don't mind being complimented, nor do I mind being flirted with, but you lose points the moment you stare at my chest for more than 10 seconds.

And this dude was currently at 27.

I cleared my throat rather unsubtly causing him to divert his gaze to my face, smiling cockily. I knew there was a reason why I didn't casually date often- because they are all like this.

Slime balls.

No offence guys of the planet, but the minute you act like an arrogant shit is the minute I walk out the door.

And if this was any other time I would have probably excused myself by now and make a run for it, but seeming as I was currently looking over my shoulder snidely seeing Shane eat the face off of flavour of the week, I'd keep this Greg guy around a little while longer.

I leaned over the table slightly, giving him a perfect view of my cleavage as we generated small talk, you know, asking the usual questions 'what do you do for a living? What kind of things do you like?' and its safe to say that the information I found out in those 10 or so minutes, assured me that Greg would never be seeing me again after tonight.

He had no permanent job, yet freelanced from place to place working wherever he could, apparently he didn't believe in commitment of any sort at his ripe age of 22, he was a free spirit.

Great.

He held no aspirations or ideas of what he wanted to do with his life, and in his free time he liked to 'hang with the guys'.

It's guys like him who make me wonder why on earth I like Shane to begin with! I mean Greg is obviously every woman's Mr. Right. After all what woman would want a hard working, gorgeous, kind, caring and fun loving guy like Shane Gray when you can have your very own Greg.

Sorry, if you didn't catch that, I'm being sarcastic.

I sat back further into the booth, shutting my eyes for a split second as the affects of the alcohol kicked in slightly. I mean don't get me wrong I'm in no ways a lightweight, in fact I can handle my drinks extremely well, but tonight for some reason, it hit me a little harder than usual.

Maybe I hadn't eaten before I left? I honestly can't remember, or maybe I haven't kept myself hydrated. Oh well.

Who gives a fuck?

Not me.

"Hey you want to dance?" I announced out of nowhere, sending Greg a seductive look. I hated dancing, me and dancing didn't mix, didn't mix unless I was completely hammered.

A grin spread across his face, highlighting some very cute dimples as he nodded extending his hand out to mine as he got out of the booth. I took his hand as he pulled me towards the dance floor, conveniently right in front of 'the-love-of-my-life-who-will-never-be-mine' as he put his hands on my hips.

I ignored the nagging feeling in the back of my mind telling me to just give up the charade, admit defeat and reside to a corner by myself, as I began to sway to the music, letting the beat overtake me. A couple of songs passed and before I knew it I was putting dance moves into practice that have only ever been witnessed by my mirror, and maybe Jason who walked in on my inappropriate dancing once or twice, the distance between myself and Greg now nonexistent as my back was against his chest.

I have to admit, I was having fun. Maybe it was because I was imagining I was grinding against Shane, but nevertheless it was fun.

Speaking of Shane I looked over our shoulders to see Shane's glare boring into mine, his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly.

I raised an eyebrow at him as I smirked, turning my body around so I was face to face with Greg once more. I looked over at Shane once more, making sure he was watching as I leaned closer to Greg, not planning anything in particular, just wanting to make his blood boil a little. However dearest Greg took this as an invitation to close whatever distance we had between us and crashed his lips upon mine.

My eyes went wide as I reluctantly began to kiss back, fighting back the urge to gag as he forced his tongue into my mouth. It was as if I was making out with a washing machine. No joke.

The boy better be glad he's got looks, because he needs to brush up on the ole kissing techniques. I felt his hands begin to wonder towards my ass before one hand resting on my thigh.

He was direct, I'd give him that.

I moved my hands slowly from around his neck to his chest, attempting to subtly push him away as I pulled away from him. Yet he was having none of it. Before I could even catch my breath, his mouth was on mine once more, like he was some sort of animal.

I pushed a little harder, now completely losing any tolerance I held, the alcohol now taking its full affect. I wanted to sit down and have a glass of water. I pulled away "Okay, easy there Greg" I tried to joke it off, hoping that maybe be was just a little too drunk to control his hormones, but when I locked eyes with him they were narrow and determined, his arms locked securely around my waist.

"Oh c'mon baby, you can't deny you weren't enjoying that, how about we takes things somewhere with a little more privacy?" he whispered in my ear before gently nibbling on my ear lobe.

There's a line, and he just crossed it.

I was about to give him a sarcastic but final reply, yet I was beaten to it as a pair of strong arms pried me off of him, "I think she's had enough" the voice spoke up. But not just any voice, oh no it had to be Shane playing the knight in shining armour role.

"Oh c'mon man, me and the lady were having some fun, why don't you go back to that blonde" Greg shot back, his voice slurring a little. He went to grab me again but was stopped by a fist in the stomach

"I said. She's had enough. Now fuck off before I fuck you up" and with that Greg rolled his eyes, shook his head slightly and stumbled off to no doubt his next victim.

"What are you doing?" he hissed as he wrapped his hand around my wrist tightly, pulling me off to the side

I looked at him through now hazed eyes, my body feeling like it was swaying violently from side to side, my brain clouding over as memories and coherent thoughts merged with one another.

"What?" I asked, my voice drowned out by the blaring music, my eyes squinting as the throbbing pain in my head worsened considerably. I tried to focus on Shane as his mouth moved at a million miles per hour, but I simply couldn't understand what he was saying.

My limbs became heavy, feeling like a tonne of bricks as I felt unsteady on my three inch heels.

"Mitchie are you even listening to a word I say!?" his voice was frustrated, that much I could tell.

"I feel sick" I blurted out, my eyes rolling back a little

"Well that's because you've drunk your bodyweight in alcohol, god mitchie, what the fucks gotten into you" he edged closer to me, I could feel the breath on my face as he abruptly pulled my arm from his grip causing me to stumble back slightly.

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with the feeling of nausea , taking a few deep breaths. I felt my body sway forward as I grabbed onto Shane's suit jacket tightly, pretty sure my knuckles turned white with my death grip. I stumbled into Shane's chest

"Mitchie?" his voice changing from angry to worried. "Mitchie?" he repeated when I was unable to form an answer "just how much have you had to drink?"

"N-nothing major" I stuttered out, the effort of speaking using up what little strength I had "I've had one all night, I swear Shane. Just one." my voice began to crack as tears spilled from my eyes, I was scared, why was I feeling like this? I knew my limits, and for me to feeling remotely this shit I needed at least another four drinks. Come to think of it I'd never felt this shit, even when I was completely intoxicated.

I looked through hooded eyes at Shane's face, his eyes washed with worry as mine rolled to the back of my head. I felt my legs give out as everything went black. The last thing I remember being my body hitting the ground as Shane's hysteric voice rang through the room.

Well there you go guys. There is your chapter. I have to admit, I'm pleased with it. And I hope you are too. So what happened to Mitchie? Review to find out. It means so, so, so much to me. 80 reviews at the moment, 90 before I update, get me to 100 and I will post a double chapter post or at least a 6000 word chapter. Go, go go!