Hello! my party people. I know! I am very sorry that I didn't update as soon as I said I would. College is killing my writing time, half the time i have writer's block, and the other half of the time i am sleeping. Bumped the rating up a bit. Hope that doesn't turn anyone off to the story.
Also, this is the 1st update that is not inspired by a prompt, i'm hoping to turn this into a longer story than vignettes based off lyrics. let me know what you think.
no profit is being made. I do not own this.
Timeline: Spring Break, Mitchie's senior year.
They were… in Nevada, Arizona? …Somewhere. Mitchie wasn't keeping track of roads or state lines anymore. She was feeling a little stir crazy. How could they stand it, being on this damn bus for so long! ALL THE TIME! Mitchie may have liked to sing, but suddenly she was glad her parents had refused to let her get a recording contract. She was not a fan of this bus, and all the traveling.
Jason was taking a nap, (and snoring loudly) in the bunk above Mitchie's head. Nate was sitting at the little formica table and booth tucked up with his guitar and plucking at strings and trying to get part of a chorus right or something. And Shane, Shane was up in the front with the bus driver and the manager, who was on the bus for a little bit (he usually took flights) discussing stuff. Concert stuff. Jason was talking "What?" She asked. No reply. Mitchie climbs out of the bunk. Standing up, and looking at Jason, she can see him curled up and talking in his sleep. Mostly he isn't saying anything interesting, it is gibberish with an occasional English word tossed in. Mitchie catches "mommy" and "birdhouses" and "mommy, no, the cat ate the birds!"
"Jason!" Mitchie reaches out and pokes him.
"WHAAAT?" He wakes up spastically.
"You are a fairly entertaining sleeper." Jason looks at her quizzically, "were you dreaming about birdhouses?"
Jason sputters, "no, no, I was not"
Mitchie conveys her doubt by an "mhmm."
"Promise you won't tell anybody, and by anybody - a paparazzi?"
"I'm not a horrible person, Jase, I would never. Cait would hate me"
"Ok! Climb up, I wanna talk to you about something!" Jason tells her shifting over and making room in his camp bed.
"Whoa! What's happening?" Shane says, as Mitchie starts to climb up the ladder. She looks over and sees him looking back and he looks cross.
"Jason and I were about to have loud, passionate sex. Damn." She says sarcastically. Shane laughs, Jason looks most discontent. "Kidding, Jase." Mitchie says.
"Mitchie, is Caitlyn pregnant?" he asks, once Mitchie is settled on the bed, and the curtain that can be pulled across has been done for privacy.
"No. She isn't. She would have said something to me." she tells him. His relief is clear.
"One more thing, I found this in my drawers, it's not mine or Nate's. Shane said he didn't know, but I know him better than that. I think he got this for you." He whispers and puts a small velvet box in her hand.
Mitchie's heart, she swears it stopped, when she is able to speak in a couple of seconds. She looks at it. She is so pleased. But, the smallest part of her is distressed. Mitchie pushes down the negative emotions involved, and instead focuses on the box. Which is ring sized. She cannot speak, whatever she has to say will not be positive. So she hands it back to Jason. She takes a minute to resume a regular, unassuming face and climbs out of the bunk.
Shane is walking over to the bunk area of the bus. She gets down from the ladder and goes over to Shane.
Before she says anything, the boys' manager yells "You boys ready for the sound check?"
Jason walks out of the bed room, while putting on a new shirt. "Ready."
"I'm gonna get my jacket." Shane says. He disappears for a moment, when he returns he is wearing a leather jacket, and no doubt one of the pockets contains the box.
"Mitch, you gonna come to sound check?" Shane asks, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close.
"I wasn't sure. You go to one sound check, you been to them all." She says.
"C'mon! it'll be fun! I wanna propose something to you."
"What, you wanna what?" Mitchie squeaks. He looks at her oddly, like he knows something's up, but doesn't know how much she knows.
"I want to ask you something, it's kind of crazy, but I think it would be fun." He says.
"Alright, boys and Mitchie. Walk and talk!"
They all exit the bus, apparently Mitchie is going to watch the sound check after all.
In the stadium, on stage there are techies everywhere. A woman in a blue pantsuit comes up to them, "Hello my name is Jess, we have run into some technical issues and we are not quite ready for you. It'll be about half an hour to forty five minutes. You are welcome to your dressing rooms for the evening. We'll get you when we are set." she says.
"We'll have a meeting. Mitchie, do you want to wait in the green room?"
"I suppose." She says and walks off. She doesn't stop when she hears footsteps behind her. She knows it'll be Shane.
"What's up with you, you've been in a funky mood for a couple days. I haven't said anything because I thought you just needed to sleep. But what's happening? Are we ok?"
"Yeah, yeah we're fine." Mitchie said. "I'm just not used to being on the road all the time, and it is making me cranky. I will admit I wasn't expecting to be so pissy. You guys are just always SO busy, and I am feeling like the last priority."
"You are my first and only priority." He tells her. "I'll show you." Shane takes her hand and pulls her into the dressing room for the band. There is a couch. After locking the door, he comes over to her and pulls her close.
Mitchie breathes deeply, he pulls her into his arms, and he pulls away the collar of her shirt to reveal her collar bone, he places his lips upon the bone, and kisses up and around her neck to her lips. Sighing in delight, her shirt hits the ground, revealing the plane of her stomach and her pink bra. Shane picks her up and moves her onto the couch. He slowly kisses down her abdomen. Shane clips open her belt and unzips her jeans, tugging them down over her legs and feet.
He works slowly, nipping gently at her skin on the way down. He moves his head down and moves Mitchie's knees apart, she gasps at the feeling of his tongue against her. His tongue works magic on her, when he begins to finger her she moans, "faster, faster." to tease his fingers become unbearably slow, "FASTER" taking her command in stride he begins to pump faster and faster, which still working his tongue around her clit. Mitchie feels the orgasm so intensely, she feels that maybe the world has stopped for a moment.
Shane sits up, "how do you feel now?" smirking.
"Come here!" Mitchie sits up and kisses him. She rips off his shirt, and works to undo his button and zipper. They fall back onto the couch, and he enters her, and the feeling is amazing, and they move together. They climax, Mitchie and then Shane a little after.
"I love you" he tells her.
"I love you too" She smiles at him, and holds him close.
"We should probably do the sound check." Shane says.
"Probably, yeah" she replies, standing up and stretching.
They make themselves presentable in relative silence after that.
The walk to the stage is deliberately slow, when they finally get there, their manager is cranky, and Nate and Jason are wearing knowing smirks. "Hello, rabbits" Nate snips.
"Shane, you ready to go? You had some gum this time?" Jason asks, blithely. Mitchie turns red, and looks to Shane who is pointedly staring at the ceiling and scratching his neck.
"Dude, I don't want to share a mic with you if you haven't cleaned up." Nate chuckles.
"Oh fuck you."
"I'm going back to the bus." Mitchie says.
After she showers, she sits down on the floor, and is unable to think of anything else, besides that ring nestled in red velvet, a diamond mounted. God, she was certain Shane was going to propose. One part of her was really excited, and the other part was… not.
4/30/11
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