3, 715 words. Happy? Longest chapter yet. It's 4 in the morning and I should totally be sleeping right now and I'm not because I couldn't sleep and not finish this chapter once I started. I hope you enjoy and I don't let you down with my sleepiness. I'd forgotten what I'd written by the time I was doing revisions. Forgive me if there are mistakes!

Chapter 10

I snuggled deeper into my pillow only to find it was pretty hard. Peeking open an eye, I saw I was laying on Shane's chest. At some point he rolled over onto his back and took me with him so I ended up half laying on him.

Then I realized why I was awake. From behind the door I could hear Nicky and Kevin arguing. "You wake them up." Kevin said.

"You wake them up." Nicky retorted.

"I'm not going in there." Kevin insisted.

"I so do not want to risk seeing my brother naked. What do you care? If they are you see a naked girl, and it's not like you haven't seen Shane naked before, Kev."

"Okay, that was one time at the pool, and I never want to again. That was horrifying."

I laughed at the twins quietly. I nudged sleepy beauty and felt him stir. "What, Mitch?" He mumbled.

"Your brother and sister are arguing over who is going to wake us up. Neither of them have thought to just knock." Shane sighed before lifting me off of him. He grabbed his shirt off the floor from the night before and headed to the door.

When he tore it open, he scared the fully dressed twins. "What?" He said fairly cranky.

"Mom and Dad told us to wake you guys up cause it's almost 12:00." Nicky said.

"And that required you to bicker in front of my door?" He asked.

"Well, we didn't know if you guys… ya know." Kevin said shifting his wait from foot to foot.

Shane groaned. "All we did was sleep. Damn." He was really cranky. "Besides, do you really think we would've still been naked if we did?" He whispered to them. "I'm not as stupid as you all seem to think."

"But we didn't!" I called from my comfy place in his bed, still. "Promise!" I heard Nicky laugh.

"Alright, you guys should get up anyway." She said dragging her brother down the hall. Shane closed the door and walked to the end of his bed. I was sitting up near the top as he kneeled down on it at my feet.

"Shane?" I asked confused. He smiled at me as he pulled me toward him. We stayed in his bed making out for another 20 minutes before we opted to actually get up. I went in the bathroom to get dressed while Shane changed in his room. I heard the door close and assumed he went to the other bathroom or something. He did need to straighten his hair.

I sighed realizing I had once again forgotten my shirt. Thinking he wasn't in the room, I walked out of the bathroom and stopped short seeing him sitting on his bed waiting for me.

His eyes seemed to slowly drag up my body, mesmerized. When our eyes locked, I ran back into the bathroom and closed the door. A moment later, he was knocking on the door.

"Mitchie, baby, you okay?" He asked. "What the hell just happened?"

"I heard the door! I thought you went to straighten your hair… and I forgot my shirt."

There was a pause before he spoke again. "You mean this green one on the floor?" I sighed in relief. I knew I had grabbed it. I must have dropped it.

"Yeah." I said, cracking the door open. "Can I have it, please?" I said peeking out, letting the door hide me.

He pouted. "But I like what you're already wearing." He handed me my shirt anyway. When I came out again I wouldn't look at him and wasn't saying anything. "Mitchie." He said grabbing my shoulders and spinning me around to face him. "Relax, okay?"

"Shane, you don't get it, do you? You just saw me in my bra-"

He thought it wise to interrupt me. "A very pretty bra. It was green. I love green." I glared at him as I kept speaking.

"That's so not the point. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am right now?"

He sighed and cupped my face. "It's not much different than what you wore to bed last nigh. So I saw your stomach, oh no!" He mocked me slightly. "If it's bothering you that much, I won't mention it again, okay?" I nodded and he hugged me. I buried my face into his neck, still embarrassed. "Hey, on the bright side, at least you forgot your shirt and not your bra. Otherwise you wouldn't have had anything on." I hit him in the arm but laughed, knowing he was right.

After our awkward start to the day, I helped Shane straighten his hair. It was fun. He had been going to straighten his hair when he remembered all of his hair stuff was in his bathroom. I teased him and called him a girl again. Once we were good to go, we decided to go out to lunch. That was a mistake. We'd never been in public together other than at my school or the one time we went to lunch with Caitlyn in the city. But no one bothered us then. This time, well this time we weren't so lucky.

"I wish I had driven up." Shane complained as he parked his mom's jeep in the parking lot. "I miss my Mustang."

I sighed. "Cry baby." I laughed at him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the street.

"Come on. I love this place." He took me to a local Mexican restaurant that most of the teens in the area went to. I guess when you date a normal, average girl, you forget you're a celebrity. I must have brought him too far down out of the clouds.

As soon as we walked in, the restaurant's volume dropped a bit. No one said anything or screamed out his name like I had been expecting though.

However, our waitress started flirting with him, ignoring me. Wait, no, she just glared at me. Then a bunch of girls came over and asked for his autograph. He sighed but signed the things anyway. He could tell I was getting annoyed. He grabbed my hand over the table and smiled apologetically. We waited for our food when a flash went off.

"What the hell?" Shane asked, looking for the camera. Looking around he couldn't find it, but he saw more reporters outside. He grabbed our waitress as she headed back to get our order. "Excuse me, can you make that to go?" He asked sweetly. I glared at him a little. "I'm sorry. Being home I forget that I'm a celebrity. I just… wanted to take you on a real date. We haven't had one." He shrugged disappointed. I squeezed his hand.

"I'm sorry. You're right. We haven't. I appreciate the attempt. But who said we had to go out in public for a date?" I asked smiling at him. He grabbed the containers from the waitress and handed her more than enough to cover the bill.

As we moved to leave, the reporters outside seemed to go into a frenzy. "Shane!" They called out hoping to catch his attention and get a good shot of us. Shane blocked me from them mostly. We knew the one inside had gotten a good shot, though. "Is she the mysterious girlfriend we've heard about?" One reporter called out.

I felt surprisingly confident. "Yes!" I yelled over his shoulder, hearing him laugh at me as they got even more excited and continued to ask questions while we took off down the street.

Once we got in the car and away from them, he pulled over. He started laughing. "You've no idea what you just did to them, do you?" I shrugged. "They have one picture of you and now they are going to try their damnedest to find out who you are. They've been hounding our press manager ever since the Chris incident."

"Oh well." I said smiling as I opened my food.

He looked at me oddly. "Are we seriously going to eat in the car on the side of the road?" I nodded taking a bite of my taco. I moaned in satisfaction. "Good?" He teased.

"Not as good as Mom & Dad's, but yeah. Abuela makes the best Spanish food, though."

He gave me an inquisitive look. "It's weird hearing you say things in Spanish."

"Why?" I asked, confused. "Both my parents are Spanish."

"Yeah, I know. You can hear it in your mom's voice. But, not yours. I'm not saying it's a bad weird. It's just… different." He smiled. "A good different."

I laughed. "Bien."

We spent the rest of the day goofing off and doing random things around the house with Kevin and Nicky. Brown left that night, so we were surprised when his parents said we could still share his bed. I knew my parents would freak if they knew about it, but I couldn't help. And we weren't doing anything, just sleeping.

The next morning, Nicky knocked on Shane's door and poked her head in. "Mitchie." She whispered to me. I looked up from Shane's bare-chest again, and blinked. "Get up. You and me are going shopping." I laughed and detangled myself from Shane as she closed the door.

"Mmm.. Come back here." Shane mumbled. I kissed him lightly and moved before he could pull me onto the bed with him.

"I'm going shopping with your sister." I said quietly.

He nodded and then told me to have fun. I laughed.

I met Nicky in the kitchen a few minutes later. It was still early, only 8 o'clock. We had to drive a bit to get to the mall, though. I shook my head when Nicky climbed into the car waiting for us. Shane got us a car so Mrs. Grey wouldn't be inconvenienced.

"I know Shane wants us to get along, and I can tell you and my brother are pretty serious. I really wanted you to know I'm sorry. I just miss my brother and when we do talk all he talks about is his music or you or your family. But I want to put all that behind us because you are the closest thing I'm getting to sister. I thought what a better way for us to bond than shopping!" Nicky explained.

"I didn't mean to take Shane away from you. If it helps, he talks a lot about you and Kevin. You should have seen him when Kevin told him about your boyfriend. He flipped. I was so anxious to meet the two of you and I was really afraid you'd hate me or something and that he'd second guess us."

"I'm sorry." She said.

"Apology accepted." I replied.

"So, girl to girl, sister to sister, friend to friend," She prompted. "He didn't have a shirt on yesterday when you guys woke up, did he?" She asked knowingly. I just blushed and didn't answer. "Ugh. And you expect us to believe you're not having sex."

"Nicky!" I cried laughing.

We went into the first store and looked around. I was just browsing while Nicky was piling up her arms.

"You not finding anything, Mitch?" She asked.

"Oh, I didn't bring any money with me." I replied. She started chuckling.

"He didn't tell you?" I gave her a blank look. "When I told Shane last night that I wanted to take you shopping, he handed me his credit card and said have fun. When your older brother, or boyfriend, gives you his credit card and says have fun, that means shopping spree. And in my case, don't buy anything I'd kill you for, and in your case that means I'd better see you in anything I'd kill my sister for."

I laughed. "He's too good to me." I said smiling happily.

"Just don't hurt him, okay?"

Sincerely I replied, "I don't plan on it. Promise." Taking in the stack of clothes she had, I saw something I knew wouldn't be Shane approved for her. "He'll kill me if you get this!"

"Oh!" She laughed like she was just remembering something. "That's for you to try on." My jaw dropped. "He said to find you a nice dress. That he's going to try the whole date thing again and he knows you didn't bring one."

I looked mortified as I was pushed into the dressing room with a handful of clothes. She wouldn't let me leave until I showed her the dress she had picked out. I shyly slipped it on, not used to wearing something so… revealing.

The dress was a red halter that was fit but not tight on the top and flowy at its high waist. The back cut fairly low, below my shoulder blades. There was no way I could wear a bra with this. It fell just past my knees. I would be freezing if I went out in that dress.

"No." I protested opening the door for her to see.

She laughed and made me twirl. "What's wrong with it? And you know you can't wear a bra with that, right?" I glared at her.

"A. I can't wear a bra with it." I replied indignantly. "B. I'm going to freeze in this."

"So?" I glared at her again.

Finally, I smiled, thinking of the perfect reason. "It's not green. Shane loves green." My face faltered when shoved the exact same dress in green at me. "Are you serious?" I asked deadpan. "Why didn't you give the green one first?" I asked as I tried on the rest of the clothes she gave me.

I heard her laugh, and personally it was a little evil. "Because then I couldn't have squashed your last ditch effort. That and I could buy it without you refusing to hand me the red one."

I stuck my head out of the dressing room. "You thought that out way too much." She just smiled innocent.

"Ooh, I like." She appraised. "Maroon's a good color for you." I rolled my eyes.

"What about you? Aren't you going to try anything on? I promise to let you get something that will make… what's his name's mouth water." I couldn't remember his name, and she didn't feel the need to fill in the blank.

"Nah. He thinks I'm amazing to begin with. I think I'm gonna break up with him soon anyway."

"Aw, why?" I asked as we headed to the cash register.

"I think he's hoping to get in good with my brother. Though he's doing a horrible job." She handed the cashier Shane's card. "Kevin hates him. He'd never put a good word in for him with the drama teacher." I laughed really hard, not expecting that.

"Excuse me, Miss? I have to deny your card." The cashier interrupted us.

"What?" I asked.

"I have reason to believe this card is stolen." She said primly.

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"What would two teenage girls be doing with Shane Grey's black card?"

"Uhm, maybe," Nicky said, "Shopping. You're telling me I can't use my brothers credit card with his permission?"

"Your brother?" She asked disbelieving.

Nicky glared while pulling out a school ID and a photo of herself, Shane, and Kevin. "My brother." She replied snottily.

To the side of us, I heard a few rapid clicking noises, but didn't think anything of it.

"Well, neither of you are Shane Grey, and therefore, cannot use the card." She replied.

"Can we just have the card back so we can go shop elsewhere?" I asked pissed off.

"No. The card can only be returned to its owner, so either Mr. Grey needs to retrieve it, or I'll have to destroy the card." I glared at her as she smirked.

I pulled out my phone and angrily dialed Shane's number.

"Hey, baby." He answered.

"They took your card." I said still upset.

"WHAT?" Shane yelled. "What do you mean they took my card?"

"I mean," I said, "That they thought we stole it and then wouldn't let us use it, and now I can't buy my dress, your sister can't buy her new skirt, and you have to come get your card or they have to destroy it."

"How short is that skirt?" He inquired.

"Shane!" I scolded. "Not the time to play overprotective brother. And not that short."

"Fine." He sighed. "You are so lucky I already straightened my hair this morning." He mumbled.

"Love you."

"Love you, too." He said as I hung up.

I laughed at the hopeful look on Nicky's face. I nodded as I turned to the cashier. "Happy? Now you can fawn all over the pop star." I glared at her.

We continued to browse the store, now mad. We found a cute sweater for me to wear over the dress. We took it up to the cashier and told her to add it to the total.

After almost an hour of Nicky and I sitting in that store talking, we were getting bored. We played 20 questions for a long time and learned a lot about each other, but we were getting bored of the questions.

"Uhm, least favorite store?" She inquired. I glared at the cashier. She laughed. "I agree. Your turn." Before I could ask a question, we heard a lot of 'oh my gods' and 'I love yous', as well as cameras going off.

"Shane's here." We said together, standing up from the bench we were on in front of the store. We watched amused as Shane and Kevin pushed their way through the crowd, smiling politely and trying to move quickly.

"Girls, please, my sister and girlfriend are waiting for us. I'll be back out in a few minutes, I swear." He said trying to get away. Some of the girls backed off and let him move enough that he could through and drag Kevin.

He glared at us when he saw us. I pouted at him, kissing him lightly. "Sorry?" I said grimacing. He melted and kissed me back, though we both knew there were a lot of reporters around.

"Is this the store?" He asked nodding next to us. Nicky and I glared at the store. Shane plastered on his celebrity smile and made his way in, my hand firmly grasped in his. "Hi." He smiled at the cashier. "May I have my card, please?"

"I need proof you're really Shane Grey." I rolled my eyes, but Shane pulled out his wallet. "Okay, here you go, Mr. Grey."

"Can you ring up their stuff again, please?" He was too good at pretending to be nice.

"Anything for you, Mr. Grey." I glared some more. "290.58"

I spun around to face Nicky. "How much was that dress?"

She shrugged. "Like a hundred something." I almost fainted. I'd never spent that much on one piece of clothing in my life.

"I'm so sorry, Shane, I had no idea how much the dress was, your sister refused to let me not get it-" He kissed me to shut me up.

"Mitch, relax." He smiled as he signed the receipt. "There's a reason she had my card. I wanted you to get what you wanted."

"But I didn't want it, she made me." I argued softly. In reality, the dress had grown on me. It definitely looked better in green. And Nicky said she had the perfect shoes to match.

"I'm sure." He replied playfully. "Thank you." He said taking his card and the bag. "Let's go. I have screaming fans awaiting my return." Before we left the store completely, he pulled me aside and whispered in my ear. "Move your ring."

"What?" I looked at him confused.

"If the cashier saw your hand, she'll probably tell a tabloid we're engaged. If these reporters don't see your ring on that hand, they'll think she was wrong and let it go after a week or so." I nodded, having not even thought of that.

There were a lot of fans. A lot of reporters, too. "Is that your girlfriend, Shane?"

We laughed. "Yes." We said together.

"How long have you been together?" Another called out.

"A couple months," he answered.

Someone else called out, "Is she the reason you've changed?"

Shane stopped moving away from them, and faced me. "Yes, she is." He answered truthfully before dragging me away again.

"Shane, one more question!" We heard a few more times before we all managed to get outside. There were more reporters, but we dodged them easily, running to the car.

"What about the car?" Nicky asked clicking her seatbelt quickly.

"Here." He tossed her his phone. "Call them and tell them not to worry about picking you up." Shane managed to avoid most of the reporters following us and lost the last few when he got into his town.

"So," I asked collapsing on his bed. "Is that what dating a pop star is really like?" He laid next to on his side.

"Sometimes." He smiled kissing me. "Sometimes it's worse, sometimes it's better. Sometimes it's… relatively normal. Shockingly, the reporters are nicer than the fans most times. They know they can make a story out of a shot of us running away. Fans don't."

"Well, you better like that damn dress." I huffed. He laughed.

"I will." He played with my locker around my neck. "I saw green?" He asked hopeful.

"Yes, you did. I didn't think green was really your favorite color when I first heard Tess say it."

I saw him smile. "That explains the awesome green short outfits and the interesting outfit Tess was wearing." I laughed. We definitely looked better than Tess that night. "You looked amazing." He whispered in my ear.

"I looked the same as Peggy and Ella." I brushed off his compliment.

"Yeah, but I wasn't looking at Peggy and Ella. Which reminds me. We're flying out to Arizona to record with Peggy there. She can't make it out here."

"Oh." I said disappointed. I had been hoping to see her. "How long will you be gone?"

"A few days." I nodded. "It'll be like nothing, I promise." He kissed my temple.

"So, why did was I told I had to get a dress?"

"Well, I was going to take you out on New Year's Eve… I figured there would be less people worried about what I'm doing then."

"Mmm. Sounds good." I said yawning. "Man, escaping paparazzi is tiring."

Laughing, he replied, "Get used to it. At least it keeps you in shape."

I just laughed knowing he was probably right.

I'm going to sleep now. Peace. XD Oh, and I probably won't be able to update until tomorrow night again. Til then. Night.