Oh my word guys, you are all amazing, like seriously I can't begin to get over how amazing your responses have been to this story! Seriously 110 reviews in 4 chapters! I love, love, love you all. So because you got me past my goal I'm going to make sure this chapter is a long one. I hope you enjoy!
Also it's Christmas Eve, well by the time I've finished it may be Christmas day, but regardless. Happy birthday me!. Hell yeah.
MITCHIE
"Well that had to be the shittest party I've ever been to Shane" I grumbled as I tried to readjust myself in bed, failing miserably. My limbs ached, come to think of it everything ached, it was as if a million tonnes of bricks had been attached to every available part of my body.
"I'm so sorry babe" he whispered in my ear as he lay beside me, absentmindedly stroking my hair, worry still evident in his eyes. It effectively the morning after the night before and I wanted nothing more than to rewind the clock and have never gone out last night.
I shrugged weakly "I've told you already, it wasn't your fault Shane, you don't have to keep apologising." I sighed, he had been constantly apologising for the past few hours, and seriously, as much as I loved the sound of his voice, it was getting a little annoying.
"Yes, it is Mitchie!" he screeched, shooting upright " If I hadn't been so preoccupied in Emily last night you wouldn't have been alone and had to find someone. I'm supposed to be your best friend Mitch, I'm supposed to look after you, I vowed to you that I would always protect you, and last night I didn't" his voice trailed off, his tone full of regret. "I should have pulled you away from him the moment I saw you with him, I wished I had, then none of this would have happened"
"Shane, it's okay, really, it's fine, it's no big deal" I tried to brush it off, wanting him to stop blaming himself.
"No big deal? No big deal?! Fucking hell Mitchie, he spiked your drink for crying out loud, he could have..." his voice trailed off as moved his gaze from me to the bed "raped you. He could have hurt you Mitchie."
Yeah, turns out that fucker Greg spiked my drink, real classy right. Everything was a blur after I had collapsed and hit the floor last night. I couldn't move, speak, I couldn't respond to the muffled voices I could barely hear.
It felt like forever until I found the strength within me to regain consciousness, my eyes opening to find Shane hovering over me his eyes full of panic and...Tears. Now the thing is- Shane doesn't do crying. Okay so the notebook was a total exception, because let's face it anyone who doesn't cry at that film is heartless. I repeat- heartless. I instantly knew then that something was up. Medics arrived shortly after as they took me to the nearest hospital, no one telling me exactly why I felt as if I had been hurtled under a lorry, the only thing I was certain of was the fact that my left hand was losing all circulation due to Shane's killer grip.
All in all, to cut a long story short. A night of being ignored by Shane and hit on my some sleaze, being spiked and a hospital trip later, I was sent home around 5am with orders to spend the next 24 hours in bed.
Now I don't think that's really a problem for me. In fact, that's gotten me out of a Maths test, a killer night shift at work. And getting out of bed.
Win.
"Shane, really it's okay, nothing happened, and I'm fine, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere...well at least not for a few more hours" I shot him a reassuring smile
"And neither am I, my lady until you are fit and well again I am going to wait on you hand and foot, I will grant any wish, desire, or order. I am your slave"
Oh Shane don't say that.
Dear dirty thoughts entering my brain,
Hi, as much as I'd love to space out right now, put my undivided attention on you and wish and pray that you were reality. Please stop. This is neither the time nor place for me to get flustered.
Much love,
The girl who hopes you save it for later.
"Hold on, is the Shane Gray actually offering his services free of charge?" I feigned shock as my hand covered my mouth
He nodded enthusiastically
"Maybe my drinks should be spiked more often!" I joked, yet Shane's smile automatically turned into a frown "...not funny?" he simply shook his head "Okay well...I want ice cream. I feel like having a simultaneous relationship with Ben and his best friend Jerry. Oh and I want to watch Bruno!"
I batted my eyelids at Shane, putting on my best 'puppy dog' eyes as he let out a slight chuckle "Anything for you princess" he tapped me lightly on the nose before pressing his lips to my temple and getting off of the bed.
It was actions like that, that made me fall a little more in love with him, making me fall a little harder, drowning me a little more.
"I'll be back in an hour or so, don't get out of bed, if I find you've done cleaning or something whilst I've been gone I won't be happy"
"Yes dad!" I rolled my eyes as he left, the sound of the door shutting and a car engine starting following shortly after.
I sighed, instantly missing the warmth Shane's body next to me provided as I switched on my TV, flicking through the channels, trying to find some, anything, that I could tolerate.
Ah Criminal Minds, perfect. Let's watch some sexy men- well at least I think they're sexy, solve some gruesome murders. Yum!
Time rolled by quickly and before I knew it, I had successfully managed to watch the whole of the second episode, and still no Shane. Surely it doesn't take nearly two hours to pick up a couple of things? I brushed it off, maybe he was caught in traffic or something.
I closed my eyes, deciding that a nap was the best way to pass the time, meaning that when I woke up Shane would be home, next to me, and in the mean time I could dream about that.
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SHANE
I piled the bags of shopping into the back seats, deciding to pick up Mitchie a few other snacks whilst I was at it, so what if I was spoiling her rotten, she deserved it after what she had been through and admittedly I couldn't help but feel partially responsible.
After all, I invited her and yet I didn't spend more than 5 minutes in her company. Maybe if I had, I could have prevented her from ever meeting that sleaze Greg in the first place.
I shut the door just as my phone started vibrating in my pocket, the sound of the fray filling up my ears. I took a quick glance at the caller ID before answering
"Hey Emily how are you baby?" I greeted cheerfully only to be greeted with a sound that caused worry to build up at the pit of my stomach
She was crying...hell she was sobbing "Emily, are you okay?" I asked cautiously.
She sniffled "S-Shane...i-i need you" another sob escaped her lips as I let myself into the car, slowly sitting down in the driver's seat
"Em, baby what's happened? Where are you?"
"I'm a-at t-the hospital"
My eyes grew wide. I was beginning to hate the hospital more and more by the minute "Oh god are you hurt?"
"No...Shane...my d-dad, he's" another sob "he's dead" the line filled up with hysterical sobs "I didn't know who else to call Shane, I don't know what to do..." I froze, my heart literally breaking for her as she sounded so helpless. I closed my eyes momentarily, taking in the news.
"I'm coming now, just stay strong okay?"
She sniffled "okay, thank you Shane"
"No worries" I hung up, starting the ignition as I pulled out of the supermarket car park, Mitchie would just have to wait a little longer, right now, Emily needed me.
And I sure as hell wasn't going to ignore her.
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MITCHIE
My eyes tore away from the TV screen as I saw a pair of head lights shine towards the window, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I glanced at the clock, the small LCD lights telling me it was little after 4am.
I scoffed out loud as I threw my head back onto the pillow, now so incredibly pissed I could punch someone in the face. And when I say someone, I mean Shane. My gaze returned to the TV, my eyes staying focused on the screen as I heard the front door creak open, and then shut again before footsteps were heard. Nice to see that after numerous hours and several unanswered phone calls later Shane remembered where his home was. Seeming that I was currently still in Shane's bed meant there was no way he could avoid me, after all it's not like he hasn't been doing that for the past...oh I don't know... 14 hours.
I didn't look as he sneakily stuck his head around the door to check whether I was awake or not. I didn't acknowledge his existence when he stepped foot into the room and I certainly wasn't going to respond to his pointless chit chat.
"Hey Mitch, how are you feeling?" he asked a little too nicely.
No reply. That's right, Mr Shane Gray was getting the silent treatment, the cold shoulder. Basically he was getting nothing off of me.
"Mitch?" he took a step closer, now coming into my vision as I tried to pay as much attention to E news as I possibly could. "Mitch?" he repeated, his tone becoming cautious as I felt the bed shift next to me. "Mitch are you okay?!"
I scoffed, mentally scolding myself as soon as I had.
"What? Have I done something wrong?" his voice full of worry.
Meh, screw the silent treatment, it's about time my so called best friend knew exactly what I felt- well not exactly, but pretty damn close
"Oh I don't know Shane" I threw back sarcastically "let me think. 'I'm just popping to the supermarket to get us some supplies, I'll be back in an hour' what supermarket did you go to Shane? One in fucking Nebraska? 14 hours ago you left. Where were you? I was fucking going out of my mind worried about you! You didn't answer your phone! You always answer your phone. You could have been dead in ditch for all I knew!"
His face fell a little. Maybe I was over reacting a little, but I couldn't care less, I was sick and tired of being the last resort. Of course it was expected eventually, but I was bitter, and I was slowly losing all sanity I possessed. He didn't reply, his mouth just fell open as he tried to formulate a response.
"Where were you?" I pressed on.
"I got distracted." He replied lamely, his lips pursed together in a thin line.
I laughed shaking my head "what on earth could have possibly distracted you for14 hours..." I began to ask, yet the minute I locked eyes with him I knew.
What a bitch.
I slowly nodded my head as I pulled the covers off of me, ignoring the dull pain I was still experiencing. I flung my legs over the side of the bed as my feet came in contact with the carpeted floor. "I get it" looking towards the ceiling " you were with her weren't you" it wasn't so much of a question, more a statement. I looked at him dead in the eyes as he nodded
"But..." he started
"I don't want to hear it Shane. You wonder why I'm becoming a stranger to you lately? It's because you don't have the time for me. You're so fucking preoccupied with that blonde Barbie doll of yours that you're leaving behind everyone else! She's been around for 5 minutes and you're already devoting all your time to her. It doesn't matter that I've been there for you through thick and thin for over 10 years? For once Shane I needed you, today I needed you and you don't care. I've been there for you when relationships end, when something doesn't go right in your career, but when it comes to me, it's not important is it?"
The words simply fly out of my mouth in a heated rage as I watched Shane's expression get sadder and sadder by the second, my words were hitting him hard. And both of us knew it.
"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother!" I exclaimed, letting my emotions get the better of me. My breathing was laboured and I'm pretty sure my cheeks had tears running down them.
He took a step closer to me slowly, biting his lip as he scanned my face "Mitchie, you know I care, you're my..." I didn't let him finish the sentence
"Best friend?" I scoffed "funnily I don't feel like one. You know what? You should have just left me with that Greg guy last night. At least I felt wanted, at least he was acknowledging my existence. Tell you what Shane you have fun with Miss I've-just-walked-out-of-a-glossy-magazine because when things go pear shaped, don't expect me to be there to pick up the pieces. I'm done." I let out a frustrated sigh, walking straight past him and into my room, slamming the door firmly behind me, causing the door to shake on its hinges.
I threw myself down on my bed, my head throbbing immensely as I let the tears soak into the comforter.
Had I over reacted? More than likely
Did I feel guilty? Just a little
Did I feel any better getting all of that off of my chest? Incredibly.
At the end of the day I knew that I would never be his number one forever, he would find someone, get serious and his attention would solely be focused on her. But her of all people? Emily? Someone he's been with a matter of days? No. I was jealous. I am the definition of a green eyed monster.
He should be mine. I should be the one he spends all his time with. I want to be his distraction. And even though he means more to me than everyone I don't know how much more of this I can take. It's as if I'm being pushed closer and closer to the edge of a cliff, testing how much I can handle. And the answer if not a lot.
I may love him and I think, no wait, I know I always will but I can't keep going on like this. Being his best friend and roommate is too much for me to handle right now. I needed space. Time apart from him so I could get my life into perspective, to sort out my head and my heart.
I had to leave.
I laid on my bed for a little longer, just listening silently to Shane's pleas at the other side of the door until he finally gave up and went to bed a little after 5;30. I knew he wouldn't be up till at least 10 so I had time.
I rolled off of my bed, getting to my knees and pulling out my suitcase, flinging every item of clothing and necessities I would need into it, not caring about folding. Grabbing my iPod, dock, my makeup and everything else. I pushed it closed, struggling with the zip as I swear I filled it way over its recommended capacity.
What can I say, I have a lot of stuff.
I grabbed my laptop and college work and stuffed it into a separate bag as I quietly made my way down the stairs and out into the driveway, flinging it all onto the back seat. Closing the car quietly, I made my way back upstairs, pulling my door to before making my way to the kitchen, giving it a quick clean.
Letting out a sad sigh I pulled my apartment key off of my keychain placing it on the kitchen counter before making my way out of the door, and towards my car.
As soon as I was in the safe confines of my car I pulled out my phone knowing full well it was seriously early and any normal human being would be fast asleep right now, but I needed somewhere to go. I wasn't swapping coasts or anything, I just needed a place to crash for a few weeks, maybe until the keys went on tour just to get myself back into a stable mindset.
I raised the phone to my ear, mentally hoping they would answer.
"Eurgh, hello?" the person on the other end grumbled.
"It's me"
"Mitch?" their voice became more alert "this better be good, or I'm afraid your Christmas present is going to be seriously downsized for waking me up at this hour"
I let out a sigh "I need to crash at yours." I stated simply
"Why? What's happened?"
"Your brother." I replied quietly, looking up at the first floor window which just so happened to be his bedroom window.
Nate sighed "I swear to god if he has done anything to you I will kick his ass into 2010 so hard that when he lands he will be deformed so much that he will no longer be the sexy one of the band"
I laughed, biting my lip slightly. When all else fails I can always depend on Nate- Always. "We got into an argument and I just can't take it anymore Nate, I need distance. I promise I'll be on my best behaviour. You need a roommate anyway, it must be pretty lonely for an 18 year old living on his own"
"I'll have you know I thrive on independence, but of course you can, the spare room is all yours for as long as you like."
I smiled "thank you Nate, is it okay if I come straight over?"
"Well I'm awake now, so sure why not, pick up some pancakes on the way and you and I could have something very special"
"Will do Natey, I'll see you in a bit"
"Bye Mitch"
"Bye, and just so you know, you'll always be the sexiest member of Connect 3" I replied light heartedly as I hung up. The youngest Gray was a complete saint. Remind me to get him something special for Christmas.
Like something gold plated or diamond incrusted.
I put the keys in the ignition, the car starting up after a few seconds as I pulled away from the apartment on to the street. I took one last look at the place where I used to live, not knowing when I could call that home again. If ever.
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SHANE
I groaned as I awoke with the sound of what I could only describe as a car's engine roaring from nearby. I rolled over onto my side, sleep wanting to overcome me once more as I looked at the red LCD digits, telling me it was little after six, meaning that I had successful managed to get about 45 minutes sleep.
Who needs eight hours when you can have less than one right?
Obviously not me.
I rubbed my head as I dragged myself out of bed , stretching my limbs as I made my way into the hallway, noticing Mitchie's door was closed.
She must still be asleep.
Mitchie and I never argued, never. It wasn't what we did, sure we had our differences of opinions most of the time but never had she raised her voice to me. Never once had I been the reason to make her yell at me with tears streaming down her face. And it killed me. It really did.
She had a point, I had just disappeared but she never let me finished. She's the most important person in my life, more important than I care to let on, but she really is my world.
And even though she needed me, Emily needed me a hell of a lot more.
As soon as I got the hysterical phone call I knew I couldn't just ignore it, so I dropped what I was doing and went to her.
I stumbled into the kitchen, noticing the key on the counter, confused I picked it up. This wasn't my key, and I'm pretty sure the spare key was still hidden around the side of the house...
Unless Mitchie forgot her key and had to use it?
That must have been the reason.
I quickly made the only thing I could successfully make- scrambled eggs and bacon and poured a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice before placing it all onto a tray.
Phase one of grovelling for Mitchie's forgiveness was about to begin, breakfast in bed was a good place to start...right?
I watched the tray intensely as I climbed the stairs, not wanting to spill anything, but this was me- I'm a klutz, reaching the top of the stairs without spilling a single thing would be a massive achievement for me.
"Ah, Shit" I mumbled as I lost my footing slightly, causing a few splashed of orange juice to escape the cup and find its way onto the plastic tray.
See? I spoke too soon.
I reached Mitchie's door, readjusting myself so I could balance the tray on one hand and knock on the door with the other, yet when I didn't I didn't hear any sort of response, not even a grumble. Not wanting the breakfast to get cold I slowly opened the door, and peaked my head through, making sure it was safe to come in. After all we wouldn't want to walk in on Mitchie half naked now would we...
Actually yeah I would, but still, you get my point.
My eyes scanned the room before settling on the bed to realise it was empty and made up neatly. I pushed the door open with force as I looked around once more confused. Mitchie never made her bed, never.
"Mitch?" I called out, placing the tray on her bedside table as I wondered into her walk in wardrobe, my whole body coming to a complete stand still at the sight.
They were...empty? Not a single piece of clothing was hung up, folded or even thrown in there.
I opened her draws- nothing.
My heart began to race in my chest, panic automatically taking over. I raced back into the main part of her room. Everything that made this room Mitchie's was gone. No IPod, no college work, not even her work uniform.
I got to my hands and knees, looking under her bed- her suitcase had gone.
She'd....left?
And then it clicked, the key. She really had gone. Did she leave because of me? The argument? Was she really that angry that she left without a word of a goodbye. Did I mean that little to her that she could jut pack up and leave everything?
I left the tray of food to get cold as I scurried into my room, searching through my jacket pocket for my phone, instantly dialling her number.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up" I quietly chanted as it connected, yet it was sent straight to voicemail
Hey it's Mitchie, sorry I'm not around, if you leave your name and number and whatever the hell you're after I'll get back to you, have a great day.
"Mitchie where are you? Please just call me when you get this." I hung up quickly before pressing my third speed dial contact- Nate.
"Mm hello" Nate mumbled as he finished what I could only presume as a mouthful of food
"Nate!" I exclaimed
"Oh err... hi Shane" he replied, sounding sketchy. Weird.
"Do you know where Mitchie is? I woke up and now she's gone, everything is gone, I'm going out of my mind here"
He gulped harshly on the other end of the phone. "Yeah, she's okay Shane"
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MITCHIE.
"Oh err ...hi Shane" my head shot up to look at Nate as I dropped my fork rather loudly, the loud clatter ringing through the kitchen
"Yeah she's okay Shane... do I know where she is?" Nate looked to me raising his eyebrows, to which I simply nodded and rolled my eyes, after all I wouldn't want a famous pop star dying of a heart attack because he didn't know my whereabouts.
"Yeah she's with me Shane... calm down Shane! She's staying with me for a while...yes she is here, no I really don't think now is a good time for you to speak to her..."
I watched intently as Nate rolled his eyes obviously Shane was throwing a hissy fit on the other end of the line. I couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty, but this was for the best. Time apart would be good for the both of us. It would test whether or not our friendship is as strong as it used to be.
"Look Shane, seriously calm the fuck down, she is okay. She's safe with me. Just please give her some space. I'm sure you'll sort things out in due course. Okay Shay, I'll see you later okay? And please remember your guitar this time. Kay, bye." Nate ended the call and let out an exasperated sighed
"Jesus Mitch, he is going ape shit over there, he sounds as if he has killed a kitten he's that sorry"
I picked up my fork and shuffled my pancakes drowned in syrup from one side of the plate to another, now avoiding eye contact with the youngest Gray brother
"What's happened Mitch?" he asked softly as he took the fork from my hand and placed it on the table before intertwining our fingers.
"I'm losing it Nate" I closed my eyes shut tightly "I really am, I don't know how much more I can take. It's like I want it to happen. I really do there is nothing more in the world I want than for Shane to call me his own. But let's face it, its slim to none here. He's happy. And I'm glad, he deserves to be. But it's killing me. And I don't know what to do. I want to hate him, so I can get over him. I want to find a flaw which I can get obsessive over and convince myself that I don't like him. But I can't. So I had to leave. If I stand any chance of keeping my sanity I can't be living in his pocket 24/7 Nate...I...can't" by the end of my mini rant I had successfully burst out into tears once again. I swear I have never cried so much over a person before.
"I wish I knew what to say Mitchie, I hate seeing you like this, let me take you out tonight, we can go and have some old school fun? Just you and me, no Shane. Nothing. We won't even talk about him, I promise"
I smiled at Nate, feeling like bursting out into tears again "What did I do to deserve someone like you?"
I had struck gold with dear Nathaniel, I really had.
"Hey, I ask myself the same thing about you all the time" he matched my smile before breaking all forms of contact with me and continued to stuff the mile high plate full of pancakes and fruit into his mouth. "Also these pancakes...so good. I needs me pancakes like this on a daily basis"
I laughed "one day Nate you're going to get fat. One day."
-
"Seriously Nate, bowling?!" I asked as we walked into the bowling alley, noticing that we were outnumbered by parents and pre-pubescent kids.
He shrugged and grinned "It's old school, its fun and besides nothing is cooler than bowling!" I rolled my eyes as he grabbed us two pairs of bowling shoes as I found an aisle with the barriers up at the sides
What can I say? I sucked at bowling
I sucked at sports.
Hell I sucked at anything that involved moving excessively.
"Barriers Mitch, are you kidding me?" Nate sat down as he set up the score board
"It's no fun when the ball just falls in the gutter!" I defended, it wasn't. I don't fancy seeing all my throws end in the gutter, I would like to knock down at least one pin.
"Fine but I'm only allowing it because I love you, and also because I'm going to thrash you anyway. After all I am the ten pin king"
"Seriously I think you and your brothers need to have a sit down with your egos"
The game went smoothly, but as expected Nate was winning, in fact so far he had gotten a strike for every go expect one. He was a pro, or he just had too much time on his hands when he was younger that he decided to join an under 13's bowling league...
Yeah it's true, but don't tell anyone.
Nate likes to think he's cool, we know he's not, but let him live in his happy bubble.
"Victory is mine!" Nate exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as the game ended, declaring that Nate had won, by a lot...more than 50%.
Damn I sucked at bowling.
I smiled, extending my arms out to him as I took him into an embrace, burying my head in his chest "thank you for tonight, I've had a lot of fun. Nate you are officially my new favourite"
He pulled away abruptly looking at me with a shocked expression "I'm the favourite?" he asked
I nodded.
His expression changed, the biggest grin spreading across his face as he broke out into some weird, slightly...actually highly embarrassing 'happy' dance. "Woo I'm Mitchie's favourite! I'm Mitchie's favourite!"
Err maybe I should retract that statement... bless.
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SHANE
It's been over 48 hours. Forty-eight fucking hours since I've spoken or seen Mitchie and I was going out of my mind. I was losing it.
I missed her.
My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as my knuckles went white. Whoever's idea it was to create cold weather is seriously not in my good books right about now. I drove well under the speed limit as the road resembled an ice rink, the brakes unable to work successfully due to the poor travelling conditions. And I was losing my temper. Fast.
I finally pulled up outside Nate's apartment, the front lawn covered in a dusting of snow as I jumped out of my car, slamming the door shut with great force. Trying not to break a bone I carefully yet as quickly as I could.
I knew Nate wasn't at home, he was still at the studio finishing the editing on one of the new album tracks, and if I had remembered correctly, Mitchie had finished work little over an hour ago, and in Mitchie style there was almost no doubt that she was on the sofa watching some sort of soap opera.
I lifted up the plant pot by his front door and picked up his spare key, not a very original hiding place I know. But I guess I got both the beauty and the brains... and Nate and Jason? Well... let's not go into that.
I let myself in quietly, not wanting to startle Mitchie, or get thrown out before I even had the chance to enter the apartment. I carefully walked through the hallway to see the light from the TV illuminating the entrance to the living room, the sounds of Mitchie's faint laughter filling my ears.
A sound I've missed. So much.
I walked into the living room "Hi Mitchie" her head whipped round as her eyes widened, obviously me being here the last thing she was expecting. She bit her lip, jumping to her feet. "Mitchie, what's going on?" I asked, pushing for a verbal response from her
"Shane please leave" she begged quietly, her voice weak
"Not until we sort things out!"
She tried to move past me. "Will you just hear me out?" I asked desperately , blocking the living room doorway causing her to step away from me as if I had the plague. She crossed her arms over her chest looking at me with defeated eyes. I knew she didn't want to argue, but she was being too goddamn stubborn.
"I don't want to hear it Shane, I really don't" she sighed
"Well you're going to" I pressed on bluntly "I get you're mad, I really do, I would be too, and maybe I haven't been the best friend to you recently but you have got to understand that I didn't come home straight away yesterday for a reason. Emily's dad died Mitch. Her dad's car lost control on the ice and crashed on the freeway. She was in hysterics, I couldn't just leave her. I'm sorry I didn't answer my phone, I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I was, but she needed me a little more than you needed me yesterday. But don't ever think for a minute you don't mean anything to me, because you have no idea" my voice gradually got more and more frustrated as I tried to break through to Mitchie.
My eyes pleaded with hers as her expression fell, realising that maybe she was being a little bit of a douche by not letting me speak last night, knowing that we could have probably avoided this whole situation completely.
But she did know how much she meant to me, I don't think I could express just how much she means to me. I would jump through fire, risk my life for her, hell I've been living with a monumental secret for the past 2 years of my life.
The stubborn brown haired girl standing in front of me with tears slowly cascading down her cheeks wasn't just any girl, she wasn't just my friend, my roommate, my rock, she was the girl I was undoubtedly in love with.
So why am I not with her and with some different girl every week? Because she doesn't feel the same, I'm pretty damn sure she doesn't feel the same. Just look at me, I may be famous, and I may have a lot of money stashed away in the bank, but I'm damaged goods.
I can't keep a relationship going for a long period of time, eventually it ends with me being broken hearted. And I'm scared that if I ever ventured over that dangerous boundary between friendships and romance that I would fuck up things and lose her from my life forever.
To me she was perfect and completely out of my league, so you can imagine when I watched her fall to the ground in my arms unconscious. You can imagine the fear I was experiencing, the pure panic running through me. You can imagine what I felt like when I saw her lips on his.
You can imagine what I felt like when I saw her cupboards bare.
"I don't want to fight with you Mitchie, I don't want you living here, I want you back home." I removed myself from the doorway, taking a few strides towards her as I place a hand on her shoulder. She tensed under my touch, her eyes meeting mine for a matter of milliseconds before she refocused them towards the ground.
She remained silent, her expression a mix of sadness and pain as she obviously continued to fight her internal battle "Mitch?" I moved even closer, putting my thumb under her chin as I lifted it up so she was looking at me in the eyes "what's wrong?"
She shook her head slowly, her eyes glazed over with tears as I wiped one away "nothing" she replied her voice surprisingly level.
"Mitch, I've known you too long to notice when something is seriously bothering you, please you know you can tell me anything"
She looked at me, holding eye contact for a while as she pursued her lips in a tight line before pulling away from my grip completely. She just shook as head.
For what felt like the millionth time in the past 48 hours, she walked straight past me, keeping her gaze well and truly away from mine, not daring to make eye contact as her body jerked violently
"Mitchie, please!" my voice was strained as I rushed to the front door trying to stop her from leaving yet she just got further and further away. "Mitchie you can't go out there you'll freeze to death, where are you going to go?" I raced down the porch, the ice causing me to slid down most of it, my balance being pushed to its limits.
She turned on her heel, looking at me through saddened eyes as she gave an over exaggerated shrug "I just can't be here."
So there you go, there is another chapter for you. And a little Shane POV. Whose side are you on Mitchie's or Shane's? If only Mitchie let Shane explain why he wasn't there. Now she's a douche. I hope you liked it, I really love writing this story. So we're at 110 now, how about 130 for the next chapter? I'd love you forever.
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merry christmas everyone. have a lovely day whatever you do 3