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I flicked through loads of pages to see if it had been done before cos I was worried :P lol
Anyway heres Chapter 4!
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"So Mitchie, your Mother mentioned your plans for the attic." Steve surveyed his daughter as he sat next to her on the breakfast bar.
Mitchie swallowed her cereal and looked up at him hopefully, "and?" She grinned as a telling smile began to form on his face. He never could say no to his daughter.
"If you help-" He laughed as his sentence was cut off by her squealing. "Yay! Thank you, Thank you!" She swung off her chair and hugged him quickly.
"Well beens you're up early, why don't you start clearing out the attic, perhaps you and your Mom could get that rusty bed out."
Mitchie chewed on her lip, her eyes widening. She hadn't exactly thought about where Shane would sleep whilst they redid the attic. "Um sure, but Mom's not here today, she's catering for a wedding."
Steve nodded shrugging on his suit jacket. "Oh well, leave the bed but you can sort out the rubbish, careful of the rats" he laughed as she wrinkled her nose. "Gosh who has a wedding this late in summer?" Steve rolled his eyes.
"The Belson's," Mitchie replied grabbing the gloves from under the cupboard. "Oh man, I feel sorry for your Mom." Steve cringed before leaning over and kissing Mitchie's cheek, "see you later sweetheart."
"Bye Dad."
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"Okay heres a towel, my Dads shower gel. Shampoo and Conditioner's in the shower already um... Shane?"
Mitchie giggled as she realized he was still fast asleep. He was half off the bed, his head dangling over the side and his arm wide out of the bed. How he was comfy she'd never know.
"Shane?" She whispered edging closer. She hated waking people up, it was stupid but she felt so guilty because she's ripping them from their dreams.
Shane stirred slightly rolling onto his side, the cover slipping down revealing his toned chest.
Mitchie felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she tried not to look. "Shane!" She called out again, a little louder. Still he didn't wake.
Huffing Mitchie chewed on her lip, before reaching out and placing her hand gently on his bare shoulder. "Shane wake up!" She hissed, shaking his shoulder.
He moaned swatting her hand away sleepily, she giggling before rolling her eyes. He was clearly not a morning person.
She grabbed the towel and threw it in his sleeping face.
"Hey!" A yell came from the screwed up towel, his hands went up and dragged it slowly off his face, revealing his narrowed eyes.
"Morning!" Mitchie grinned brightly ignoring his obvious scowl.
Shane groaned covering his face back up. "Morning... go away..." Mitchie laughed sitting on his bed. "What time is it?" He asked, his voice muffled.
"7.30." Mitchie replied chirpily, "what?!" Shane yelled out pushing his head back then crying out as he clanged it with the metal headboard.
Mitchie chewed her lip, wincing at the sound. "You okay?" She asked tentatively.
"I hate this bed," He grumbled sitting up, his head bent down. She reached out and stroked the back of his head where he banged it, feeling for any lumps.
Mitchie sat down beside him, "well hopefully you'll have a new one soon," she smiled as he looked up at her confused.
"Dad's going to redecorate the attic as a lounge area for me. There'll be more stuff and a new bed for you, hopefully." Mitchie grinned at the smile forming on his lips.
"That's awesome," he smiled reaching round and hugging her into his side. "Yeah so you're going to help me clear this place out. But before you do anything-" she picked up the towel and pressed it to him, "-you need a shower."
He pretended to look offended, retracting his arm. "You saying I smell?!"
"No... just a bit, I mean I understand it's really hot up here and- Shane!" She cried out as he practically jumped on here. She cried out as he crushed her into his sticky chest.
Didn't he know what it does to her when she gets too close to him? Her heart was in serious pain from beating so fast.
"Maybe you should suggest an air-con unit," he grinned once he let her go, "alright I'll have a shower, for you." He winked kissing her temple before grabbing the towel and heading downstairs.
Mitchie sat still on his bed. She couldn't help but count the many times he'd kissed her in various places on her face. None of them close to where she really wanted him to kiss her though. She concluded it was just his way of saying thank you. After the continuos string of 'thank you's' she got from him every time she did something for him. Which at the moment was pretty much every second, maybe her though he needed to do something new.
Kissing her was his thank you. And she didn't mind one bit.
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"I feel goood! Nana, nana, nana, nahh."
Mitchie laughed hard watching Shane prance around, his hair wet and flicking water everywhere. He had the broom in his hands, all sweeping abandoned as he paraded round the attic singing into the end loudly. She covered her face from getting wet and he threw the broom at her.
"Sing for me Mitch!"
She caught the broom and looked up at him incredulously. No way was she going to make a fool out of herself in front of Shane Gray. Even if he was her friend.
Shane caught her hesitation and stepped swiftly over to her, until he was directly in front, looking down at her. "Sing, Mitchie."
Although it'd only been what, less than a week since Camp Rock she felt like she hadn't sang in ages.
Mitchie shook her head again looking down at the ground uncomfortably.
"You're the remedy I'm searching hard to find-" She looked up as he began to sing softly, his eyes locking with hers.
"To fix this puzzle that I see inside." His voice was still hushed but his smile grew and he stepped backwards jumping on the bed and grabbing the broom. As if performing for real.
"Painting all my dreams, the color of your smile!" He pointed at Mitchie making her smile widely, though the blush rose to her cheeks. "When I find you it will be alright."
He stood down, "I need to try to get to where you are-" He stepped closer to her again, holding the broom between them, "could it be, you're not that far..." He looked at her expectantly, the smile never leaving his face as he stared down into his eyes, his head tilted forwards causing a few locks of hair to fall into his eyes.
Mitchie took a deep breath rolling her eyes, "This is real, this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now,"
Shane grinned one hand reaching up and holding her hand. "Going to let the light shine on me!" Now they were both singing loudly, giggling between the words.
"Now I found who I am, there's no way to hold it in. No more hiding who I want to be, yeah-" Mitchie grinned holding on the note as Shane began to sing passionately.
Mitchie couldn't get another word out, hearing Shane sing so beautifully to her was amazing. Call it a fan moment but she was star-struck. Sure even when singing with Shane on stage she couldn't hear him that clearly due to the rush in her ears and the crowd screaming. It was nothing like now.
"I gotta find you!" He finished his eyes closed. When he opened them he looked down at Mitchie and raised and eyebrow. Her jaw was wide open as were her eyes.
"You're a really good singer Shane," she smiled as he breathed heavily. He grinned back and laughed "wow I haven't heard that before," he winked turning round and setting the broom against the wall.
"Jerk," she mumbled shaking her head. He always managed to ruin moments with his arrogance. He laughed again shoving rubbish in a trash bag as she sat on the bed, replaying the last few moments.
"I love your voice too Mitchie," Shane smiled as she stared down at the floor. "Nothing I can do with it though," she sighed watching as he set down the bag and faced her, a frown marring his features.
"What do you mean?"
Mitchie shrugged, "It's not like I can just go to a producer or a label, I hoped Camp Rock would get me somewhere but..."
"It'll happen Mitch, I know it. A voice like yours won't be kept in the dark for long." He smiled, "so where will I sleep when your Dad's up here fixing it up?"
"Um... my room? I guess. You can hide in there, we'll just have to be extra careful."
He nodded running his hands through his hair. "In your bed?" She could've sworn she saw him blush at his own words but shook it off. Though she could imagine she had the familiar red tinge to her cheeks.
"Yeah, um... I guess." Mitchie chewed her lip turning away from him. "Okay."
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Knock Knock!
"Stay up here a sec," Mitchie said as bother her and Shane froze at the knocking on the door.
She ran downstairs, brushing her hair out of her face and breathed, she hoped it was Caitlyn, she'd been meaning to call her since she stormed out yesterday.
Mitchie opened the door quickly and let out a squeak.
"Nate?!" She gasped, as Nate fidgeted in the doorway and Jason waved happily behind. Mitchie peered over their shoulders and cringed at the huge limo in her drive.
They were as good at blending in as Shane was.
"Hey Mitchie, can we come in?" She nodded silently, her heart hammering against her ribcage.
Nate and Jason followed in to the lounge, sitting down the couch. "So, urm why are you here?" Mitchie feigned ignorance.
"Looking for Shane." Nate said bluntly and for a second Mitchie thought he knew everything. "Wh-" They knew?!
"Please Mitch, if you've heard from him..." Nate looked desperate and Mitchie felt her heart twinge in guilt.
Nate looked down at his hands, "I'm worried about him," he mumbled quietly and Jason nodded. "He owes me a game of basket ball." Jason quipped in.
"I'm sure he's fine," Mitchie tried to reassure him, she hated seeing him so upset.
As she spoke Nate snapped his eyes back up to her. "I- I think, I hope." She stuttered under his scrutiny.
"Caitlyn-" Nate started but stopped himself, she gulped. She recognized the same disbelieving angry look she saw in Caitlyn's eyes yesterday.
"Mitch do you mind if I have a drink?" Jason cut the tension with his goofy smile and she nodded, "I'll just go get one."
Shane peered down the stairs and saw Mitchie head into the kitchen. He stepped down just far enough to make out his best friends words.
"She knows, Caitlyn was right." That was Nate, Shane worked out.
"Ohh you speak to her a lot now don't you," Shane smirked as Nate coughed uncomfortably at Jason's question.
"Shut up Jase! This is serious. If we don't find Shane the label will-"
Shane didn't get the hear the rest of his sentence as Mitchie caught him on the stairs and began to panic. Pointing wildly up the stairs.
"GO!" She mouthed.
He rolled his eyes and softly made his way back upstairs.
"Nate I'm really sorry but I really don't know where Shane is. And I don't know why you'd come to me." Mitchie said handing Jason his water.
Nate stared at her for what seemed like hours before finally dropping his gaze. "Because he trusts you."
"He doesn't know me," Mitchie whispered, though she knew she was convincing no one. Well maybe Jason, he didn't look too bothered by anything right now.
Nate rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, he couldn't stop talking about you before we met the label. 'Mitchie loved my songs' 'Mitchie wished us good luck' 'I kind of wish Mitch...'"
Mitchie blushed as he continued and thankfully Jason came to her rescue. "Nate you're making Mitchie uncomfortable."
Nate paused and looked at her, "I'm sorry," he muttered, "it's just Caitlyn said how close you were and I don't know. I'm clutching at straws here."
"Its okay Nate, I understand this must be hard." She smiled sadly, he nodded along with Jason.
"We're staying at a hotel about 10 minutes away, so if you hear anything," Nate stood up, pulling Jason to his feet.
Mitchie nodded nervously, "I'll tell."
Then Nate did something that truly surprised her. He pulled her to her feet as well and hugged her quickly. "I'm sorry for barging in," he said sweetly.
"You're worried, I understand." She smiled then hugged Jason.
Nate gave a short laugh, "I miss the stupid jerk," he waved as he stepped out. "See you soon."
Mitchie smiled and closed the door, 'see you soon' that could only mean one thing. They were keeping an eye on her.
She sighed running her hands through her hair, with each day that passed it seemed to get harder an harder to keep Shane a secret.
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Mitchie headed back up to her bedroom where she guessed Shane would be and collapsed on her bed.
"It felt like I was being interrogated." She sighed looking up at Shane who was messing around on her laptop.
Shane smiled and sat next to her, "yeah he has that affect, it's his eyes." Shane mused picking up her cat and setting it on her lap.
"I thought you hated my cat," Mitchie laughed connecting online to see if Caitlyn was on.
Shane yelped as Sam scratched his hand, "I do." Shane growled pushing the cat off of him whilst Mitchie laughed loudly. "I'm a dog person."
"Hey Mitch?"
"Hmmm?"
"Will you go out with me tomorrow night?"
Mitchie froze mid click, her finger pressed down on the mouse button. She turned slowly her pulse racing. "What?" She breathed out and his smile slipped a little.
"I mean, as- friends, I want to thank you. Properly." Shane scratched the back of his neck anxiously.
"Oh... okay, but can you afford it?" She winced thinking about yesterday when she'd made him cut his card.
Shane shrugged smiling sheepishly, "it'll be a free night. But nice," He added at the worry of sounding cheap.
Again she found Shane stooping over so his face was nears hers, "awesome," he grinned before leaning down and kissing her cheek. Only this time it felt like he was edging closer to her lips. She blushed and looked down.
"Mitchie?" He whispered, his voice begging for her to look up at him.
Her attention however was focused on the laptop which had chimed signaling Caitlyn's appearance online.
"I need to talk to Cait," she murmured and Shane stood back, "okay, mind if I watch your tv?" Mitchie waved him off and clicked on Caitlyn's IM.
Before she had a chance to write something Caitlyn managed to beat her too it.
GotXthatXviiibe: Mitch can I come over tomorrow?
Mitchie breathed in and looked over at Shane who was immersed in the TV. Caitlyn's tone leaked through the computer spreading chills over Mitchie's body.
Caitlyn was definitely on to her.
Xx Mitchie: Sure, around noon?
She got an reply instantly.
GotXthatXviiibe: Okay. I g2g see you tomorrow.
Mitchie bit her lip painfully, Caitlyn was never this cold. Mitchie didn't know if she could ruin her friendship with Caitlyn over this. She looked over at Shane who glanced over at her flashing her his handsome smile.
"Caitlyn's coming tomorrow," she said softly.
He nodded patting the bed beside him. "Come watch this, it's funny."
She smiled sitting down beside him. Shane grinned putting his arm around her shoulder whilst turning to the TV. In honesty he hadn't been paying attention to the show at all. Instead he'd been watching Mitchie.
He saw what Caitlyn wrote and knew Mitchie was in trouble. He also knew he couldn't let Mitchie lose her friends because of him.
Shane just hoped Caitlyn would see it in her heart to keep him a secret along with Mitchie.
Let's hope the ice queen melts tomorrow. He thought tightening his grip on Mitchie, whatever happened he hoped he'd be able to stay with her. He wasn't sure he could say goodbye to her twice in the same week.
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Hope you guys liked!
This was more of a filler chapter, just to let some more characters come into it.
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