Thanks for the reviews guys! :) Hope you like the second chapter, it's a lot of Shane and Mitchie at the moment, but the other characters will be introduced soon.

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"-Oh and I have a fan, because it gets quite hot up here-" Mitchie was rambling. Who could blame her, she was harboring a 'missing' popstar in her attic.

"Mitchie stop, it's enough. Every thing's fine."

"No it's not fine Shane! You've run away! You want to live my dingy, hot and sweaty, gross spidery attic!" Mitchie took a deep breath as she finished looking round the pitiful room, her eyes settling on Shane who was sitting uncomfortably on the old bed in the corner.

Mitchie sighed setting down the current objects she was holding and walked over to him. "What are you doing Shane?" She murmured sitting down beside him.

This was totally wrong. Both of them were aware of that.

"I can't go back Mitch, they'll make me sing those stupid cookie-cutter-pop-star songs again!" Shane stressed, looking up at her with pleading eyes. Willing for her to understand. She should understand, after all she was the one that knew him best.

Mitchie shook her head, "then quit Shane, properly. Tell them you don't want to work for them anymo-"

"I'm contracted Mitch. If I quit or refuse to sing their songs, I could be sued!"

"Can't- Can't you just..." Mitchie tried to come up with an alternate solution than Shane living in her attic, but came out with nothing.

Shane smiled softly as she continued to mull the situation over like he had done for the last couple of years. Though now he realized there was no way out.

"I tried acting up, I thought they'd fire me. They didn't, they sent me to you."

Mitchie looked sideways at him and smiled, "They sent you to camp," she corrected.

"I know but, I think I was lead to you for a reason. You showed me that this popstar is not who I am. I love my own music and want to share it with everyone, but I can't."

Shane looked down, scuffing his feet on the floor. He felt like he was about to cry, he hated that. Shane Gray does not cry.

"Well what about Nate? Or Jason? What did they say?"

Shane scoffed, "they didn't say anything, if they did - they'd risk getting sued too. So I did the only thing I could think of."

"Running away? It's not the answer Shane." Mitchie said sadly, putting her hand on his arm.

Shane shrugged her off and stood up. His eyes blazing angrily. "Then what am I supposed to do Mitch?! Go back? Be something I'm not!" He yelled pacing around the small room.

"Ow!" He cried out as he walked into a particularly low wooden beam. He cursed loudly resisting the urge to kick over objects and hit out.

Mitchie sat quietly watching him, she was a little frightened at his temper. "Shane," she whispered timidly, wanting him to calm down.

As soon as he heard her voice it was like he was brought back down from his rage. An instant soother to his raging anger.

"I'm sorry Mitchie." He said quietly, sitting back down beside her, one hand rubbing his head. "I'm just so lost right now."

Mitchie opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She'd never seen him this vulnerable before, not even when he'd caught her lying to him.

"Well my attics free so stay as long as you want," Mitchie finally relented, in her own mind she began to plan how to keep him her secret.

Shane looked at her shocked, as if he didn't really think she'd allow him to stay. "Thank you!" He smiled pulling her into a strong hug. "You're my life safer Mitch."

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"Mom you're home!" Mitchie gasped as she walked out of the kitchen with two glasses in her hand. One for Shane who was 'dying of thirst' apparently.

Connie surveyed her daughters anxious movements and raised an eyebrow, "yes... Something wrong Mitchie? Shouldn't you be in bed?" It was just past 12, Mitchie had spent so long talking to Shane she didn't realize how fast the time had gone.

"No, no. I'm just heading up there now-" She let out a nervous giggle as her Mom's eyes swooped to the two glasses in her hands. "I'm extra thirsty tonight!" She smiled before quickly kissing her Mom on the cheek and dashing upstairs.

Connie looked at her husband and laughed, "I think someone's had to much sugar."

"Shane!" Mitchie hissed entering her bedroom where they'd advocated too after the darkness in the attic inhibited them from seeing each other.

Shane emerged from her wardrobe startling her. She set down the glasses and put her hands on her hips.

"Very funny!" She glared as Shane waltzed around in her only ballerina tutu. How he'd managed to get that over his thighs she'd never know.

Shane grinned and twirled around not so gracefully as he ended up crashing into Mitchie. "Shane!" She giggled tugging on the tutu, "take it off now!"

"Alright, no need to strip me, I can do it myself." He winked, causing an all to familiar blush to form on her cheeks.

Mitchie yawned as she ushered Shane up into the attic when she knew her parents were safely downstairs in the kitchen.

"Sorry for keeping you up." Shane apologized as they stood in the darkness, a small red glow coming from the nightlight Mitchie provided for him. Mitchie waved it off silently, pulling him into a hug, she grinned as she felt his lips connect with her forehead again and breathed in his scent.

"This feels familiar," Shane grinned, referring back to two nights ago when they were in a similar position.

Mitchie laughed quietly stepping away. "At least we're not saying goodbye this time," she commented smiling broadly at him.

He grinned back, "yeah I kind of missed you. Even though it was only a day..." he drifted off, sounding a tad embarrassed at himself.

"I missed you too," she conceded walking over to the door. "Night Shane."

"Night Mitchie. Thank you."

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Shane awoke the next morning with a stiff neck. He groaned sitting up slowly, cringing as the bed creaked loudly beneath him. He swung his legs out of the bed and put his head in his hands, rubbing his face tiredly.

This was definitely not the luxurious bed he was used too in the grand hotels, and even in the tour buses. Shane shook his head scolding himself, he shouldn't be thinking of what he used to have. After all that life was only given because he was pretending to be something he wasn't.

No, he'd have to focus on what he did have. Mitchie. A temporary home, at least until he could find away to contact his parents and access his money...

"Now there's a challenge." Shane mused padding softly over to the window and looking out. The cars were gone again. Did that mean Mitchie's parents were out?

He knew it was risky, he could ruin everything but he really needed the toilet.

Cautiously he opened the small attic door and stepped down slowly onto the carpeted stairs. He crept down keeping his sense on alert for any movement or voices. When still no sound was heard he peered around the corner, feeling quite James Bond like.

"Do, do, duh duh, do do... Oh no wait, that's the wrong tune..." Shane frowned, forgetting his current situation he stood still trying to remember the Jame's Bond theme as opposed to the Mission Impossible he was just humming.

"Shane?!"

He cringed freezing, squeezing his eyes tightly shut he tried to concentrate on the voice that just rang in his ears. It didn't sound Spanish and it definitely didn't sound like a man, so it must be "Mitchie? Oh thank god, thought I was caught then!" He laughed.

"Shane!" she cried out slapping his arm, "what in the world were you thinking," she sighed thankful that her parents had gone out shopping.

Shane frowned, "I can't remember the theme tune to Jame's Bond."

"What?!"

Mitchie rolled her eyes as Shane just shrugged sheepishly. "Relax Mitch, I checked that your parents were out, I really need the toilet," he whined holding on the last note.

"Over there," Mitchie laughed pointing to the toilet as he bounced on his feet. She shook her head, trying to calm down her beating heart.

She almost believed that it was all a dream when she awoke that morning. But then seeing him standing next to the attic stairs with a vacant look on his face almost gave her a heart attack.

Once he was refreshed Shane came out of the toilet and smiled down at Mitchie, "nice PJ's." he winked. They'd gone unnoticed in his eyes last night, but now he could see plainly the little cows jumping over the moon, and he couldn't help but think she looked extremely cute in them.

"Shut up! My normal ones are in the wash, so I had to wear my old ones." Mitchie blushed leading him down into the kitchen.

"Hungry?"

"Starving," Shane confirmed, watching as she busied herself around the kitchen.

He grinned as she placed a plate full of pancakes in front of him, "cheers baby," he smirked as she blushed deeper. "Don't! Or I'll make you pay rent." She warned teasingly.

"So what are you up to today?" Shane asked with a mouthful of food.

Mitchie shook her head at his manners and shrugged. "I don't know, I think I might go to mall. Get some new clothes, interested?"

"Nah I'd rather hang out in your empty attic," Shane replied sarcastically as he finished his plate and pushed it towards Mitchie.

She looked down at it questioningly then back up to him, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you going to clean it?" He asked as if it were obvious.

Mitchie scoffed, "Um no?! It's your plate, you wash it. I'm not your slave!" She crossed her arms in front of her, trying to hold in the laughter at the dumbstruck look on his face.

"Wash my own plate?" He asked absurdly.

Mitchie laughed pointing to the sink, "get too it pop-star, the soups in the cupboard below." Now she openly laughed as his jaw hit the ground.

"What?" He said almost speechless, he'd never done the washing or anything in his entire life!

Mitchie smiled, "Shane come on, how on Earth would you survive if you lived on your own?"

He shrugged before finally relenting. Picking up his dish he walked over to the sink and placed it hesitantly down, he picked up the dishrag before looking at Mitchie.

"That's right, good boy!" She ruffled his hair patronizingly, "I'm going to take a shower quick," informed Mitchie as she backed out of the kitchen.

"What if your parents come back?" He called out worriedly, looking down at his dirty plate in disgust.

"They won't!"

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"Wow conspicuous," Mitchie muttered sarcastically as Shane emerged beside her with a beanie pulled down his head and huge sunglasses covering his eyes.

Shane looked down at himself, "you think?" He smiled at himself, not catching her tone.

"No Shane you look ridiculous, you're wearing a hat in the summer! It's hot! You're wearing your normal tight pants and God that shirt is really pink!"

Shane remained silent for a few seconds before smirking, "... So to sum up, you think I'm hot?" He grinned stepping closer to her so she was pinned near the wall.

"N-no, I said... urgh never mind, go change!" Mitchie ordered putting her hands on his arms to push him away slightly.

"What ever you say Torres," he winked before running back up the stairs.

Mitchie stood still, his smirk still imprinted on her mind. She wondered vaguely if the bad nights sleep he got affected him in this way. He certainly never, dare she say it; flirted with her in anyway before.

"Urgh he wasn't flirting," Mitchie whispered, cross at herself. To think of her friend like that would be pushing boundaries.

A couple of seconds later Shane came back downstairs with a plain white tee on. "Well at least it won't attract too much attention," she nodded happily.

"So wheres the car?" Shane questioned as they walked down her drive, she resisted the urge to giggle as every person that walked by Shane immediately put his head down, tugging on his beanie.

"What car?" She questioned mildly as they continued their walk to the mall. "That car? Your car, to drive us to the mall?"

Instead of answering Mitchie pushed him lightly, giggling as he ended up tripping on the sidewalk.

He was about to retaliate when Mitchie's phone suddenly started ringing. Putting her finger to her lips she silently ordered him to be quiet.

"Hey Caitlyn?"

"Caller ID?"

"Yeah..."

"Damn, can't prank you then," Caitlyn laughed on the other end, obviously Shane heard because he let out a snort and rolled his eyes.

"So what's up Caitlyn?" Mitchie forced out a laugh as Shane jabbed her in the side, trying to be annoying.

"Oh well I was just wondering if you saw the international news today?" She said hesitantly.

Mitchie chewed on her lip, "Um no? What's on the news?" She glared at Shane as he smiled smugly and whispered, "score I'm on the international news!"

"Well it wasn't just the news-" Caitlyn began to ramble nervously, "Nate actually rang me, God knows how he got my number but-" Mitchie couldn't help but smirk at the giddyness in Caitlyn's voice and couldn't help but interrupt.

"Ohhh really? I told you he liked you," Mitchie grinned as Caitlyn began to cough.

"No! That's not it!" She began to protest then sighed, "Shane's missing Mitchie."

"Oh." Was all Mitchie said, she rolled her eyes as Shane smirked.

"Oh? Mitchie is that all your going to say? I thought you really liked the g-"

"OH I mean Oh my God!" Mitchie quickly interrupted, turning away from Shane as she blushed deeply. She was sure he'd just heard that, but thankfully he kept quiet.

"Yeah... well Nate called and said if he got in touch, could we tell him so... has he?"

"Has he what?" Mitchie asked dumbly, getting distracted by Shane using her as a hiding post from prying eyes.

"Has he contacted you?!" Caitlyn stressed, "Mitch you sure you're okay?"

"Um yeah I'm fine... and-" Mitchie took a deep breath before answering. She definitely didn't want to lie to Caitlyn, but looking up at Shane who smiled down at her, she sighed.

"No he hasn't."

"Oh okay, well can I come round later? I'm bored," she laughed and Mitchie blew out a sigh of relief, for a moment Caitlyn sounded extremely suspicious.

"Yeah later, maybe like 6?"

"Yeah that's cool, see you later Mitchie. Bye."

The phone clicked off and Mitchie sighed blowing her bangs out of her eyes. "I guess everyones looking for you now," she murmured looking up at Shane who nodded solemnly.

"This is going to be hard," he frowned pursing his lips. "I'm sorry for making you lie Mitch, but I really am grateful." Mitchie smiled up at him softly, hugging him quickly.

"When we get to the mall, we'll go to the food court. Because I'm starving," she added upon seeing the questioning look on his face. "Then we'll create a plan, you know like, what you'll do when I'm at school. If I have people over. How to avoid my parents, that sort of thing."

Shane grinned down at her, "what?" she said subconsciously rubbing her nose incase there was dirt on her face.

"Nothing," he continued to grin, then suddenly he stooped down and kissed her firmly on the cheek. "You're the best, Mitch."

"Come on, I want to get some more clothes as well." She giggled at the sour look on his face, "I hate shopping with girls," he mumbled as she dragged him along.

"But you love me so its fine," Mitchie grinned, then looked away as she blushed, cringing at her own words. Why did I say that?!

Behind her Shane chuckled, gripping onto her hand as they weaved through the crowds. He mumbled something which she didn't catch and so continued through the crowd until she reached the first of many shops, dragging a grumbling Shane behind her.

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