Woo! 1000 Reviews already. Score! Special shout out to Bogart for being the thousandth reviewer. Obviously, there are so many of you… it's hard to thank each of your individually, but thanks. I can't believe we're at Chapter 46 of my series (if you think about it). I couldn't have gotten this far without you. Okay, so the depressing news. I won't be here for the next few days. I know you've all been really understanding with my lack of updates -ha that's an oxymoron- and all. Believe me, I shall be suffering as well. Car ride for 3 days. I'm actually leaving later today -more like tonight- and I should be packing, not writing at 3:30 in the morning. See how dedicated I am?? I will try to have the wedding for you soon as possible, but there is at least one chapter before that.
Chapter 15:
Everyone did a fairly good job of keeping me in line and keeping me from becoming a bridezilla. That I was thankful for. I was also thankful my 16 year old sister-in-law moved in. Best way of staying abstinent. Nicky was always in the apartment with us. Riley was on tour, which wasn't too hard for Nicky to deal with, since she was used to them not being together too much anyway.
However, that meant no alone time for Shane and I. Personally, I felt really weird making out with my fiancé with his sister in the next room. It was getting particularly frustrating for Shane. Every time he'd try to deepen the kiss, I'd pull back and lay down to go to sleep. I knew I was killing him, but I didn't realize I'd force him to have wet dreams.
That was an awkward morning, to say the least. Have you ever woken up next to your guy and felt his… poking you? Or waking up next to your girl and find that you're poking her? Sure, we'd dealt with that on a few occasions while making out. But to wake up that way? Awkward.
Aside from that lovely morning, things were going better. Though I was getting occasionally carried away, everything was falling into place. Aside from Abuela, my family wasn't exactly religious and Shane's family was. That was one reason the three guys clicked at Camp Rock. They were some of the few there with such strong religious beliefs. The difference between our beliefs actually made some things a lot easier. We were going to get married in Massachusetts, where Shane's family's church was. His extended family had been going there for generations.
There was a high-end banquet hall not too far from that beautiful church, either. It held a beautiful garden area outside as well. It was more than big enough for our wedding, too. Shane had agreed whole heartedly with me about the outdoor reception. Mrs. Grey was helping me with a lot of the planning in terms of locations and local services. Mom was busy at Camp Rock for 6 weeks and was a bit hard to get in touch with.
The boys weren't teaching this year per request of Lava. They wanted the guys to be well rested and relaxed before going on tour. Aside from the fact that they were originally going to be on tour half way through. However, since we were planning on going there for Final Jam week anyway, Nate and Jason would be judging this year. It was also our anniversary, and Shane claimed to have a surprise for me.
But back to the wedding plans. Everything literally just… fell into place in terms of planning. Of course, even the best laid plans backfire. But we will come back to that. The only planning problems we had were once again, the girls disagreeing.
"All of us have curls or close enough. Why don't we just curl our hair?" Nicky complained, draped across the arm chair. Caitlyn and Anastasia were slumped on the couch, while Jayden and I were sitting on the floor.
"Because that's no fun." Anastasia whined. "I think it always looks really nice when the wedding party has their hair all up."
I rolled my eyes at Jayden, who was once again trying not to laugh. I had choose to stay out of this argument at the moment.
"But curls are such a pain to put into an up-do." Caitlyn whined back. "Why don't we just leave our hair down, as is?"
"We should be uniformed." Nicky argued.
Anastasia nodded. "And where's the fun in leaving our hair down?"
Being slightly childish, I raised my head. "Mitchie, what are you doing?" Caitlyn asked.
"The bride has a suggestion." I said lowering my hand. "Why don't you all decided on one hair accessory and then do your hair how you want around the accessory?"
They looked at each other and nodded. "Head band." Anastasia said.
"That's so casual. A flower." Nicky threw out.
I rolled my eyes and fell backwards. Laying on the floor, I looked up at them. "Why not a head band with a flower?"
"A rose or a sunflower, though?" Caitlyn asked.
"Sunflower. The roses are just in your bouquets." I replied before Anastasia or Nicky could answer.
"So, did you talk to the florist, yet?" Caitlyn asked.
I nodded. "Shane order them. Hopefully there won't be too many like on Valentine's Day." I giggled. Caitlyn smiled.
Always the realist, Anastasia commented, "Hopefully there will be enough. It's a pretty big garden as well as the church."
"Did you order the tablecloths, Cait?" I asked my dear maid of honor.
"Yup. Green and yellow, right?" I nodded. I was still laying on the floor thinking of anything else I needed to check at the moment.
"So…" Nicky edged. "What about the bachelorette party?" She smirked.
"No." I said immediately. "Nicky, you're sixteen. No, I'm not having a bachelorette party."
"Oh, like Shane isn't going to have a bachelor's party?" She asked scoffing. "And his best man is sixteen."
"She has a point, Mitchie." Anastasia added.
"Girls night out, but nothing illegal for a sixteen year old." I compromised. "I'm trusting you, Cait. I don't trust Stas." I teased.
The front door opened a minute later and my sweaty husband to be ran into the apartment. "Darling," I began, "Why are you all sweaty?"
He sighed. "The paparazzi are like vultures now. I mean, they've always been bad, but seriously. They're like camped outside the building. They keep twisting everything and it's getting on my nerves." He complained. "Who told them we were getting married? I mean, aside from the engagement?" He wondered aloud.
I grumbled. "Stacey."
"Remind me to fire her." He groaned. "Anyway, anything new?" He sat next to me looking at my notebook. "Doodles? Are doodle good?" He asked Jayden. She shrugged.
"We spent 4 hours arguing over hair." I replied. He looked at me with a 'please-tell-me-you're-kidding' face. I shook my head yes, letting him know I was serious. "We compromised. They're all going to wear headbands with a sunflower on them in their hair."
"Riiiight. Oh, Cait, we're straightening Nate's hair." He said, not looking up from the notebook. From my position on the floor, I could see the corner of his mouth twitch, wanting to laugh.
"What? Why? No. He looks terrible with straight hair. Who cares if you and Jason have straight hair? Why don't we just curl yours?" Caitlyn rambled.
He couldn't hold it and started laughing. "I'm kidding, Cait. I was just showing you how silly it is to waste 4 hours on hair." He explained.
"Oh." The three bridesmaid looked down, blushing ever so slightly.
"Remember, you have your own weddings, some not for many, many many years," He said pointedly to Nicky, "To look forward to and to have things your way."
"True." They agreed.
"My hero." I sighed reaching up to play with his hair. "Where were you 4 hours ago?" I complained, tugging lightly. He smiled.
"I'm going to take a shower." He leaned down and kissed me before getting up.
"Why does he solve my problems way after I have a headache?" I asked no one in particular, but noticed Jayden scribbling.
"Alright, no more wedding meeting for the rest of the night." I decided. I turned to Jayden, "Off the record, now." I said. She smiled and closed her notebook. She was fun to talk to aside from the wedding stuff. We didn't mind having her around. She said it would help her write a better article getting to see us outside of the wedding stuff.
"Nicky, how's Riley?" Anastasia asked, making conversation.
"Not here." She pouted. "I'm so bored in the city without him."
I smiled at her. "You get used to it." Caitlyn and Anastasia agreed.
"So, whatever happened with that situation we were discussing?" Caitlyn asked.
"What situation?" Anastasia asked.
I smirked up at Nicky. "Nicky wants to have sex with Riley." It was fun to remember we were still a bunch of teenage girls, despite how grown up we were becoming. That was something I loved about being around Nicky, we turned back into the 16 years that found their soul mates at Camp Rock two years ago.
Anastasia gasped. "No way! Aren't your parents like, super religious?"
"Key word, my parents." She replied.
"That's two words." Caitlyn replied.
Nicky rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
"And it's not just your parents. Both your brothers are, too." I added.
"Kevin? Ha. He's always all over his girlfriends. You want to tell me he's not getting any?"
I shrugged. "Just because he doesn't wear a purity ring like Shane doesn't mean Kevin is screwing all of his girlfriends."
Anastasia laughed. "Only you would know about Kevin's sex life when the two of you barely speak when you're in the same room." She teased.
I smiled. "That's because we only have meaningful conversations when no one else is around." I answered.
"Back to the topic at hand. Tell me what's up with that." Caitlyn said ignoring Anastasia and I and returning her attention to Nicky.
She shrugged. "I… haven't talked to him… about it…"
"Nicky!" I chided. "That was months ago!"
"So? It's not that easy. 'Hey, Ri, so, I was wondering if you want to have sex?' Yeah, no." She replied.
"Why, Mitchie told Shane she wanted to have sex with him." Anastasia blurted.
"Stas!" I cried out. "I told you that in confidence!"
"I told you!" Nicky cheered.
Caitlyn came to my rescue. "Whatever, it was after the whole 'throwing the promise ring at him.' thing. She told him she would wait for 30 years to be with him."
"You threw your ring at him?" Jayden asked, curiously.
I blushed. "We got into a huge fight and he asked how he knew I wouldn't realize it was all too much to handle and I wouldn't move on, or something. I got mad, threw my ring at him and told him that was how."
"Could I added that into the article? Everyone sees you as the perfect couple, but the tabloids are also always trying to tear you apart because you seem so perfect. I think if I added that you two have fought and yet you're still so strong it would really add to the article." She asked.
"Is it just me, or does everything 'add to the article?'" Caitlyn teased. Jayden blushed. "I'm kidding. I think you're going to be an amazing journalist someday." She complimented.
"Thank you." Jayden was still blushing.
"Anyway, Mitchie totally wants to sleep with Shane." I rolled my eyes at Nicky.
"We've been through this, Nick!" I groaned. "Yes, I want to. But Shane made a vow. I'm willing to wait forever if I have to."
"And you are totally avoiding the Riley issue." Anastasia said.
"What Riley issue?" Shane asked leaving the bathroom, towel drying his curls. Thankfully, he was clothed.
"Um… Riley doesn't know if he can make in for the wedding, and Nicky won't tell us whether or not it's bothering her." I lied easily. Well, the words came easily, but I knew Shane could tell I was lying. He eyes me with a 'you-will-tell-me-later' look. "Anyway, I say it's about time for me to kick my lovely friends out and for my lovely fiancé to take his sister and myself out to dinner." I smiled up at him. Yes, I was still laying on the floor.
"Fine. Where's Jason and Nate, anyway?" Caitlyn asked curiously.
"The house." Shane replied, heading back into the bathroom to straighten his hair.
"Why are they at the house?" I asked. It was odd, as if I had switched homes with the guys.
Shane yelled back, "We were watching the game with Dad, but I was getting bored. So, I headed home. Jase said he'd catch a cab or have Stas get him or something."
"Alright, well, I guess since I'm driving Cait home anyway…" Anastasia sighed dramatically.
The three girls left, laughing loudly about something or another.
"Thanks." Nicky said quietly when we were alone.
"No problem." I answered. "Can you believe a year ago you hated me?"
She laughed. "I was young and stupid." She replied.
"Ready?" Shane asked coming out of the bathroom with perfectly straight hair.
"Yeah. Oh, all those reporters are out there." I sighed, sitting up and pouting.
"Oh well. Let's go, superstars." Nicky said, pulling me up. Shane smiled and wrapped his arms around me as Nicky headed to the door. "Now." She said impatiently. We broke apart and walked to the door.
It was a bit of a fight to get out of their way, but one question stopped us dead in our tracks. "Mitchie, are you pregnant?!" The reporter yelled out.
I froze and turned to the reporter. "Excuse me?" I asked incredulously.
"What's the rush on the wedding?" They asked as the rest of the reporters now stopped asking questions themselves, waiting for my answer.
"Is it so wrong to be in love?" I asked them.
One rude reporter asked back, "You're barely 18, what do you know about love?"
I smirked. "Juliet wasn't even 14 when she married Romeo. And yet she is credited with the greatest love story ever written. Don't you think at 18 I have a better idea?" I turned around and saw Shane smirking at the reporters as we left them stunned behind us. They began shouting questions again as we climbed into Shane's car, oddly parked on the street.
"That was awesome. I didn't know Juliet was only 14. Was she really?" Nicky asked from the backseat.
"Yes, she was. Don't you read?" I looked back at her. She shrugged. "Don't you like theatre?" Again, she shrugged. "I give up."
Shane laughed. "You realize they're going to twist that someway, right?"
I shrugged. "Oh well."
While we were at dinner, Nicky received a text from Riley's sister, saying she was in town and wanted to steal Nicky for the night.
"Can I go? I haven't seen Tara in months." She asked us. We smiled. It was weird to be her 'legal guardians' at the moment.
"Of course." Shane said immediately, already thinking about being alone for the night. "Are you spending the night?"
"Probably." She shrugged.
Shane seemed to be grinning. "Cool. We'll stop back at the apartment and then I'll drop you off at her hotel." He offered. I gave him a questioning look. He looked like a little kid on Christmas Eve, eagerly awaiting the next morning.
Being tired, I crawled into bed and waited for Shane to come home from dropping off Nicky. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I heard Shane sigh dejectedly and crawl into bed next to me. He half heartedly kissed my neck, whispering 'I love you.'
I was up before him the next morning, and he came into the living room looking upset. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing." He snapped slightly.
"Shane…" I sighed as he headed into the kitchen.
"What is your problem?" He asked, looking at me over the island separating the kitchen and living room.
"Excuse me?" I asked, looking completely confused.
He sighed, bracing himself on the counter. "With Nicky here you won't let me kiss you and when she's not here for the night, you fell asleep while I was gone. And then you left the bed this morning, when again, she's not here!" He half yelled, getting frustrated.
"Forgive me for not wanting to make out with you with your sister listening to us in the next room." I replied heatedly.
"She would not be listening to us." He rolled his eyes.
I scoffed. "I would not put it past Nicky." I replied.
"So, last night?" He questioned.
"I was tired. I'm trying to plan a wedding and it's a bit draining." I narrowed my eyes at him as he made his way into the living room, where I was working on the floor again.
"If you're so tired, why weren't you still in bed?"
"Why are we fighting about this?" I demanded.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He demanded in reply.
I looked up at him as if he were crazy. "I am not avoiding you."
He sat next to me, most of his anger slipping away as he became slightly depressed. "Feels like it."
"Oh, Shane." I sighed, running my hand through his hair. "I'm not, baby." I promised, kissing him lightly.
Hungrily, he returned my kiss with much more force. He held me to him, not allowing me to pull away. I lost myself in the kiss.
He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him as the kiss grew. He laid me down on our living room floor, his groin pressing into my own.
I moaned. "Shane." I whimpered against his lips. He groaned back in reply. "Stop." I moaned. "This is like torture." I gasped as he sucked on my neck. "Please." I moaned again as he kissed my lips again.
"Fuck." Shane cursed slamming his hips against mine but pulling away from my face. "This is torture, Mitchie." He whined. "How long until we get married?" He pouted.
"Three weeks, you jerk." I laughed slightly. "And stop pouting."
He continued to pout, "Why?"
"Because it's making me want you more."
"Mit-chie!" He whined. "Don't tell me that." He buried his face into my shoulder.
I laughed and pushed him off of me. "Come on, we're supposed to be meeting up with everyone."
He mumbled, but allowed me to pull him along with me.
Suddenly, he stopped me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, something he knew I loved him doing. He pressed his lips against my neck softly. Speaking against it, he said, "I love you. I know it's in three weeks. I can't wait for you to be Mrs. Grey."
"Shane." I laughed teasing him as I turning around. "I've been Mrs. Grey since I was 16, practically. You just want to get laid."
His mouth dropped slightly. "Well, so do you." He replied childishly as I kept walking toward the bedroom to get ready.
I smirked at him over my shoulder as I pulled my shirt off. "I never said I didn't."
I laughed to myself as his face dropped again. He threw his head back and groaned. I smirked again. I loved this.
Mitchie is such a tease. And to think there was a time -ATCR Chapter 9- when she was embarrassed around the slightest things… how time flies when you're in love. Anywho, I'm now going to pack… at 3:30 in the morning. See ya soon. Not really, but…