So, sorry to anyone who got an alert about Ch 20... That was my bad last night. And yes, believe it or not I do listen to Jonas Brothers. Just not as much as some. I have a widely varying taste in music. So, I'm glad to hear you all liked the chapter last time. And on a lucky note for all of you, I'm now not driving down to Florida until August 1. And I shouldn't be gone for too long then because my birthday is the on August 9. Yay! Lol. 1 month to go. And happy birthday to someone who reviewed saying their birthday was yesterday or today, I don't remember, and I can't find the review because I have 560 of them in a folder in my inbox. Woo! Okay, go read. I love this chapter, personally. And I know some of you definitely will enjoy this as your guesses are confirmed in it.
Chapter 20
Eventually, we all managed to break apart from our partners long enough for the guys to take a final bow and say goodnight to their fans. Caitlyn, Anastasia and I were backstage crying and laughing and awing and… yeah. Being typical teenage girls in love. As soon as the guys were off stage we were all dragged back to dressing rooms.
"Sha-" I tried to speak but as soon as the door closed to his dressing room he had me pressed against it. We were kissing wildly, trying to gain dominance, and unsurprisingly, he was winning. His lips trailed away from mine, as they descended down to my neck. His hands were running up and down my sides, occasionally brushing against my chest before continuing back down. My own hands were taking turns running across his back and shoulders or fisting his hair in them. I bit back a moan as he sucked on my neck particularly hard.
Since I hit puberty and guys weren't icky, Steph has always told me to make sure I wasn't 'on top' or 'on the outside' when making out. I never really understood until now. They were usually the ones in control, but they were the ones doing all the work. You get to sit back and enjoy, and boy was I enjoying.
Shane groaned against my neck as he felt my knees giving out. He dragged me across the room, careful not to break contact as he kissed me properly again. Before I could process, he had me back up on the counter I'd been sitting on earlier. I gasped as he parted my knees, causing my skirt to slid up a bit, and stood between my now open legs.
My gasp brought us back to our senses. Shane pulled away from me, taking a step back, though his eyes never left mine as he did. We were both breathing heavily and were aware that if he chose to look down, he could mostly likely look right up my skirt. We stared at each, unmoving and uncertain.
Suddenly Shane smiled, glancing down, but not much. He gently closed my legs and laughed a little. "Guess we were getting carried away, huh?" He asked still breathless.
I nodded, not trusting my self to speak. His hair was messed up and I'm sure mine was too. I slide off the counter to check myself in the mirror. I groaned, laughing slightly at my appearance. "I look like a raccoon." My eyeliner and mascara had run down my face. "I look emo."
"You look beautiful." Shane replied wrapping his arms around me from behind.
"You are a walking cliché." I laughed leaning against him.
"But you love me." He said simply.
I turned around in his arms. "I do." I said sincerely. He groaned and closed his eyes. "What?"
"I really want to kiss you but with the way you're looking tonight…" He groaned again. "I don't trust myself." I laughed and kissed him once, softly, before moving out of his arms.
I wiped the make-up from underneath my eyes as best I could before turning to him again. "I'm gonna wait outside so you can get changed and all. You're a bit sweaty." I teased. He nodded and laughed as I closed the door behind me.
I heard a gasp from beside me as I leaned against the door. I turned my head to see Caitlyn and Anastasia standing there. "What were you up to?" Anastasia asked coming over to me.
"What?" I asked not knowing what they were talking about. They began looking at my neck quite closely.
"You have a serious love bite." Caitlyn pointed out. My hand shot up to cover my neck.
"Are you serious?" I gasped. "He left a mark?"
"So you admit to it!" Anastasia laughed.
"No, actually, he attacked me with a vacuum hose." I replied sarcastically. "How bad is it? I didn't even notice when I fixed my hair."
"It's getting darker as we speak. Come on." They pulled me away from Shane's door and out to the bus.
"Okay, we will cover this for you, because if Rich or Donnie see it, we are all seriously screwed." Anastasia hissed quietly as we headed into the back, away from Donnie. "However, you have to tell us what the hell you were up to! I mean, Jason and I were… but damn. We didn't leave marks!" She cried in a hushed tone.
"I don't know, things just got, intense?" I tried.
Caitlyn laughed. "Oh no. Something happened. Shane treats you like glass after New Years." And this is the down side to not only living with your best friend but telling her everything.
"You're going to think it's weird." I said, not wanting to tell them.
"Spill. You and Shane are weird. We're used to it." Anastasia said putting the last bit of cover up on my neck.
I sighed, knowing I couldn't get away with it, and motioned for them to close the door. I fell back on to one of the beds as they sat across from me eager to hear. "Okay, so you know how we went in their dressing rooms before the show?" I asked lifting just my head. The nodded. "Okay, so he was in the process of getting dressed."
Anastasia interrupted me, "You mean like he was… naked?" She asked.
"No, Stas." I laughed. "He had his boxers on. Not something I haven't seen before. No, that's not the weird part. He was putting his jeans on-"
Caitlyn interrupted me this time, asking, "How does he get those on? I mean I love Nate and all, but your boy has a nice butt in those pants."
"With help." I mumbled.
"What?!" They screamed and then lowered their voices. "What?"
I rolled my eyes, "He was standing there with his jeans up, but open, and just checking me out, and he started teasing me a little, so I… I don't know, just reached out and closed his jeans for him."
Caitlyn awed while Anastasia wowed. "That was so motherly of you." Caitlyn teased.
"Please, and she's the virgin?" Anastasia asked. "There was so nothing motherly about that. Your hands were like near his-"
"Hey, Donnie are the girls here?" We heard Shane ask, cutting off Anastasia's description of where my hands were. Donnie said something, and we heard the guys all sigh.
Now whispering, we finished our conversation quickly. "I know. It surprised both of us. Shane asked what happened to his shy, innocent Mitchie, and personally I blame you! But, then he pulled me to him and said that we were back to New Years, and… yeah."
Anastasia shook her head. "That has nothing to do with that." She said pointing to my neck. If you looked closely, you could see the purplish tint to my skin. It would fool a tired Rich for the night.
"Well, when we got back to his room, he kinda just pushed me against the door and we... went at it, I guess."
"What do you mean, 'went at it?'" Caitlyn questioned.
I rolled my eyes again. "We didn't do it, Cait. I meant we made out."
"Okay, good." She said.
"Though," I paused, "We almost came pretty close."
"WHAT?!" They screamed even louder than the first time.
I shushed them as they guys asked if everything was okay. "Fine!" I yelled back. "He… I ended up sitting on the counter… and he may have, been… standing, between my legs while we were…"
"Wow. At least you guys stopped." Caitlyn said reassuringly.
"Yeah. At least." I said getting up. "Come on, they probably want to talk to us."
I opened the door and smiled brightly at the guys. Shane and Nate were on one side of the table, and Jason was on the other. I slid in next to Jason across from Nate. "Hey, guys."
"Hi." Shane said shortly. He seemed upset about something.
"Hey, Dracula." Anastasia teased Shane as she knelt on the couch behind Jason, playing with his hair. Nate pulled Caitlyn onto his lap when she emerged.
"What is your problem?" Shane asked Anastasia a bit pissed off. Anastasia could tell he wasn't in a good mood, so she dropped it.
"Hey, Mitch, you've got powder in your hair. And on your neck-" Jason started saying before Anastasia's hand clamped around his mouth.
"Jason, shush." She instructed.
"Why do you… wait, seriously?" Nate leaned over the table as best he could with Caitlyn on his lap and looked at my neck. "Wow, you guys did a bad job of covering that. You can still see it."
Anastasia glared at him. "Bite me, okay?" She said annoyed. As realization of what she said, we all began laughing. "Pun was so not intended on that, I swear." She gasped through her laughter. "Okay, but seriously, that was a good as we could get it. It's really dark."
"Which explains the Dracula comment." Shane said rolling his eyes. "You're so unoriginal, Stas."
"At least I don't leave marks where our guardians can see them." She replied quietly. At the surprised look they gave her, she shrugged. "Look at his collarbone one of these days, you'll see them eventually." She smirked. Nate and Shane looked at Jason clearly surprised.
"What?" He asked oblivious as always. "She has them, too." He shrugged. The guys gaped even more. Caitlyn and I laughed a bit.
"Okay, I propose a temporary change in sleeping arrangements." Anastasias said holding up her hand. "All those in favor say aye."
"Stas, you have to propose it first." Nate reminded her. She laughed to herself as he mumbled, "Too much time with Jason."
"Okay, okay, all those in favor of girls and guys sleeping separately for the night?" Shane and Nate's hands were the first one's up. Caitlyn and I laughed again.
"Works for us." Caitlyn said.
"Good." Anastasia nodded. "I don't want to cover anymore marks in the morning." She teased. I blushed while Shane tried his best not to smirk.
"Hey, guys!" Rich said coming on the bus. "Look, you're all together. There's a surprise." He teased. We were all thankful our conversation was over when he came in. "You've got two options for tonight. We can go stay in the hotel the interviews were at and drive all day tomorrow for the show the next night. Or we can drive all night tonight, and then you guys can hang out in the city all day. Go shopping, see a move, etc. It's up to you."
"I don't think the girls need to do anymore shopping." Nate muttered. Shane agreed, while we giggled. "But it would be cool to hang out for the day instead of being on the bus. Unless Donnie wants to rest."
"Not at all. I took a nap while you were performing. I'll pull over if I need to. You know that." Donnie answered from the front.
"Alright then. Have fun, don't make too much noise." He said heading to the back.
"Oh, Rich, the girls are gonna take the bottom and we're gonna sleep on top." Shane called back.
Rich stepped back to look at us. "Why?" He asked suspiciously.
"Because we were a tad bit mean when we went shopping, so we want to keep everything appropriate." Anastasia replied.
"More like Stas was mean, but yeah." Caitlyn agreed.
"Okay, then." Rich headed back into the back.
"Is everyone good to go?" Donnie called as he started up the bus. "Pup and I ready to roll."
Shane and I looked up to where Donnie was and saw Jacob sitting on the passenger's seat with Donnie's bus driver's hat on him. "Awe, Shane look at him." I cooed.
"You two are hopeless." Anastasia laughed at us.
"I'm gonna go get ready for bed." Nate said getting up a few minutes later. I turned my head and looked up at Anastasia who was grinning right back at me.
"You didn't!" Caitlyn gasped trying not to laugh. "Oh my god, you did." We heard Nate close the bathroom door. A few moments later we heard a rather girlish scream followed by an 'ohmygod'.
Nate came running out a moment later, "You can't do that! You can't, just, take over our bus, and… and put that next to my tooth paste!" He cried. Shane was laughing as hard as we were, and Donnie was upfront chuckling. "Dudes, go look before you laugh!" He instructed Shane and Jason. I moved so Jason could go look as Shane stood up.
Shane looked in the bathroom and saw the now open cabinet. 2 different brands of certain feminine products sat on the shelves, mixed in with the guys' stuff. He shook his head laughing still. Jason looked at it blankly and didn't understand Nate's problem.
"What's the big deal? You can't share the cabinet?" Jason asked him.
Nate glared, but turned to Shane. "Okay, ignoring him. How can you be okay with that?" He gestured into the bathroom.
"I have a sister, man. It's not something I haven't seen before. In fact, I warned you, having seen it before. You set yourself up for it."
"How?" He cried.
Anastasia took the liberty of explaining. "Remember the 'I hate those commercials' from this morning?" Nate paled a little. "Well, we were going to let you guys off the hook and not put them in there, but we're all mature adults, or soon to be adults, whichever. You guys can't handle that girls get their period?"
"I, uh, do you have to have two of each… thing?" He whined.
We laughed. "Yup. Caitlyn and I prefer one brand, Stas another."
Nate glared at us and went back into the bathroom mumbling something about being near his tooth paste again.
"Nate's right. We should go to bed." Shane said walking into the back to get changed. We all took turns and changed and brushed our teeth in the bathroom. By the time the girls all headed to bed, Shane was already knocked out. I was a bit put out by it, but Jason hugged my side reassuringly.
"He's being cranky. He gets like that. Remember New Years?" I looked at Jason and realized he was probably right. Though Jason probably didn't know why.
"Yeah, probably just like New years." I smiled. Jason kissed Anastasia and crawled up into bed. She hugged my side after that and we shared a look before crawling into bed as well.
I couldn't really sleep and spent a lot of time turning and tossing. Eventually Anastasia and Caitlyn had both rolled over to the one bed leaving me alone to turn all I wanted. About two hours after we'd all went to bed, I heard a deep sigh come from above us. A moment later, one of the guys came down from the bunk as quietly as they could and went into the front of the bus. I knew it was Shane almost immediately and looked at the two sleeping girls next to me. I carefully moved off the beds, careful not to wake them or Jacob who was at the end of my bed.
"Hey." I said quietly, startling him a bit. He'd been sitting at the table with his head in hands when I sat across from him.
He looked up surprised, but didn't seem happy. "Hi." He said with a bit of attitude. I knew better than to let him get to me.
"What's up? Can't sleep?"
"No." He affirmed.
"Why not?" I asked gently.
He snapped back quietly, "Because I can't."
"Shane…" I asked softly.
"Why are you so bipolar?" He demanded looking at me finally. His eyes were searching mine and I could tell her was upset about something.
"What are you talking about?" I replied. "You are the bipolar one out of the two of us. You were fine when I left, and then you came back to bus all… pissy."
"Me? You were the one who-" He realized he was raising his voice and dropped it to barely a whisper, "You were the one who decided to help me earlier and then when we got carried away making out you freaked and left."
"I did not leave because I freaked. I left because you needed to get changed and I didn't see that happening if I was there distracting you." I whispered insistently.
"I don't mean when you left the room. You said you were going to wait outside, and then you left with the girls. And you were in the back probably overanalyzing like normal." He accused.
"I left because of this." I hissed, moving my hair out of the way and showed him the now visible hickey on my neck. I didn't want to get cover up all over my pillows and everything, so I had cleaned it off. I watched as Shane's face became a visible O and he reached out to touch the bruise lightly.
"Damn. No wonder she called me Dracula. Ouch. Sorry. I didn't even realize I was doing it." He apologized.
"I was waiting for you and then the girls had been outside, too, waiting and they saw from where they were standing. We had to get it covered before Rich or Donnie saw because they would freak. And then we'd all be in trouble." I explained, slightly annoyed that he was mad over something stupid.
"I'm sorry." He took my hand in his, "I thought you were 'letting the awkwardness go' again while you were with me and then freaking out once you were alone or with the girls. I hate that you do that. When something's bothering you and you don't tell me. Sometimes I can see it, like today, with boob girl. But other times I don't, and I can't fix what I don't know is wrong." He told me softly.
"I know. I try not to. I wasn't freaked out by what happened in your dressing room." I said quietly. "Either time. I'm not sure why they happened, but they did. So, moving on."
"Okay, moving on." He agreed. He laughed as he looked at me. "See, this is what I mean about you being bipolar." He pointed to my thermal. "Why do you wear that when you aren't in bed with me, but when you are, you don't?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. It's like when you leave your hair curly. It's something I don't feel comfortable doing unless you're around."
"Most people would think it'd be the other way." He said, still confused.
"I guess, it's like what my mom told me when I was kid. I couldn't understand why the princesses in Disney movies always fall in love with the prince. So I asked Mom why she fell in love with my Dad. She told me that she finally felt like herself around my Dad. That was why the princesses always fall in love with the princes. Because they just feel it. They feel, whole.
"After we got back from Mass, I asked her what she meant about being herself. Did you know that she didn't learn to speak Spanish until she started dating my dad?" I asked him, interrupting my story.
He looked at me puzzled. "You're dad sounds like Buzz Lightyear from the tv show, not Spanish. You're mom is the one who sounds Spanish."
"The only Spanish Mom knew was 'Si, si, nina, si.' My grandfather never spoke Spanish, especially around my grandmother, because she's white and he wanted to be an American, not a Hispanic immigrant. But Mom realized how much she loved speaking Spanish when she was with my dad. The only time you ever hear it though, is in those private moments when they speak Spanish or Abuela talks to her in Spanish."
"That was a nice story about your mother, but I'm missing the point, Mitch." Shane said looking at me confused.
"I'm getting there. It's sorta like that. I'm more confidant around you. I break out of my shell a bit. I love seeing that look on your face every time we get ready for bed and I see you looking at me with this intense look in your eyes. It excites me. It's something I find I enjoy, a lot." I looked down, away from him. "I feel more like myself when I'm around you." He lifted my chin, and leaned across the table to kiss me.
"You have no idea what you do to me." He groaned leaning his forehead against mine. "And by the way, you are not allowed to curl your hair anymore until we're married."
I was shocked at his firm belief that we would be married but let it go. "Why?" I challenged.
"Because you drive me absolutely insane. Why do you think New Years was so bad? And then tonight… on top of how amazing you looked, you had the perfect curls that… ugh. I sound completely insane right now, don't I?"
I shook my head no. "Not at all. So is that why you were giving me crap this morning about curling my hair?"
He nodded. "You look amazingly sexy like that. I mean, you look sexy to me all the time, but you look extra sexy when you curly your hair because so out of the norm for you." He explained.
"Okay, no more curling my hair." I agreed.
He smiled a bit confused. "Really? I half expected you to intentionally curl it drive me insane, since you enjoy driving me insane before bed every night."
I leaned in again and whispered, "Wanna know a secret?" He leaned in as well. "Knowing I drive you insane is driving me insane, too." He smiled and kissed me softly.
"Lord help us." He shook his head laughing. "How are we going to survive this tour?"
I shrugged. It didn't matter to me. As long as we were together, I could handle it.
I feel like a journalist trying to make my deadline sometimes with this. Lol.