EchantixTracy: Boldie, let's be nice to each other

Bold Font: Shut up

I looked at the screen in shock. These reporters were insane!

I felt two arms go around my waist, and a small kiss on my neck.

"Don't worry Mitch," said Shane, "They won't know anything"

"But what about you?" I asked, "They still think that you're...not nice,"

"It doesn't matter,"

"Yes it does!," I said breaking apart from him, "It matters to me, to your band, and to your career!"

"Mitchie,"

"No. I'm not gonna have any of this anymore. We're going to...um...tell everyone?"

"You mean release a statement," he said, chuckling.

"What?" I said.

"You look really cute when you're mad,"

"Now's not the time,"

"Just like that. I really should get you mad more often,"

I gave in, and smiled. We were about to kiss when Nate, Jason and Caitlyn came storming in.

"Mitchie!," cried Caitlyn, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I said, hugging her.

"So what now?" asked Nate, sitting down, "The world's gonna think it's B.S. if we just tell then that Shane's changed"

"We could do charity," said Jason.

"Nah. That's too obvious,"

"Guys," I said, "Let's all sit and discuss"

"Kay," said Shane, taking my hand in his.

I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"Okay," said Caitlyn, "I don't think that it's just Shane who needs to clean up. It's all of you. I mean, while Shane was all bad-boyish, Nate and Jason were stressed too. And because of that, their behaviour was a little rude too. So all of you need to do something"

"I agree," said Jason, "If just Shane does it, it's gonna look a little fake"

"I know!," I yelled.

"What?" asked Nate.

"Since the tour's next stop is the last one, LA, you guys can have a fan session during the concert. You can invite people from the crowd to the stage, to sing, to dance, etc,"

"That is so amazing!," cried Caitlyn.

"Yeah," said Jason.

"Oh yeah!," said Nate, standing up and high fiving Jason and Shane.

"Way to go Mitch!," said Shane, pulling me into a kiss.

Cat and Nate 'oooohhhhed' and Jason kicked them out.

"We'll be heading to the hotel," said Jason, "I wouldn't recommend doing it in the bus, cause we travel here. Actually, I wouldn't recommend doing this at all tonight, because we gotta be up early tomorrow to go to LA,"

"Okay," said Shane, not breaking apart.

"Have fun!," he said, and left.

"That was kinda weird," I said, "Stuff happened so fast,"

"Mmmhmmm," said Shane, pulling me closer.

I giggled against his lips, and kissed him more.

"Seriously," I said, "You've got to be more appreciative to fans. Like wave at people in the street even though you don't know them. You could tip a waiter heavily, or buy an old lady a drink or something. People will only start to believe if the people you are close to will justify that you are nice. Such as your neighbours,"

"Now, if only you had a sexy preacher's outfit on, I would've taken you more seriously,"

"Shane! Stop being dirty!,"

"What? I thought you like it. I mean, you should, because everytime I get dirty, I tell you how beautiful you are, and how much I would love to see you in an outfit...,"

"That's hardly an outfit," I said referring to the image in his mind. I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"No. It covers up a lot. More than I'd like it to be," he said.

"Shane!," I said.

"Oh come on," he said, "No matter how many times you protest, you wanna wear something like that, right?"

"No," I said firmly.

"Yes," he said.

"No," I said, once again, heading towards the bunks.

"Mitchie!," he said.

"No," I said, one more time, closing the door. Once I was alone, I quickly picked up my cell phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello?" The voice said.

"Yeah," I said, "I need a favour from you,"

xXx

"Goodnight everybody!" yelled Shane, and running backstage.

"Shane!," I screamed as I threw myself in his arms, "That was the most amazing concert ever,"

"Did you see the fans sing?" he asked excitedly.

"Yeah. And I also saw one of them cry, because you were so nice to her"

"Yeah," he said, kissing me.

"I have to go," I said.

"Where? What about the after party?"

"I'll be in your room," I said, winking at him and leaving.

Once outside, I laughed to myself, thinking about the confused expression on his face.

"Pssst," came a voice.

"Oh, hi," I said, "You don't need to hide anymore. We're alone"

"Okay," said Caitlyn, "I'm never wearing this disguise again. It's itchy,"

"Do you have the stuff?" I asked.

"Here you go," she said smiling devilishly at me, "Honestly, when you called me last night, I never thought that you would ask for this"

"Me too," I said, "I have to go, and get ready," I said.

"Good luck," she said.

"Cat," i said, "How much time do I have?"

"Well, he's gonna take a shower first, and then have an autograph session with his fans. And then he's obviously gonna come to you, but then there's traffic. It should take about an hour at least,"

"Thanks," I said, getting into the car she hired for me.

xXx

Shane's POV

I checked my phone for the 25th time as I ran down the steps and into the auditorium lobby. No calls from Mitchie.

The fans quickly surrounded me, and I tried my best to be nice to them. The security guards held them behind, and I sat in the limo.

All through the ride, I tried calling and texting Mitchie, but her phone was switched off.

No doubt, I was worried.

As the limo stopped at the hotel, I ran out. And I ran so fast that not even the fans noticed.

Bold Font: Shane is accustomed to running, as he has spent the last three years of his life running away from fan girls

EnchantixTracy: *sniff sniff*

Bold Font: Ok fine. Let's be friends

EnchantixTracy: Yay!

I knocked on my door, but when nobody opened, I slid by key card.

As I burst in the room, I prepared myself for the worst.

But to my surprise, I saw it decorated beautifully with candles. And the bed had rose petals on it. And there was a note in the middle of the bed.

I picked it up and opened it. It said:

Well, it seems that you have received my surprise. But don't worry. There are more to come.

Mitchie

"Hello Shane," said a voice behind me.

I turned around, and my heart stopped beating.

Because standing in front of me was Mitchie, dressed in a very, very skimpy police woman outfit. With the handcuffs and all.

She raised her hat, so I could see her.

In a flash, the images of the sweet Mitchie ran in my mind. This Mitchie was new. She was...hot.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she asked strutting towards me.

I quickly recovered and smirked, "No. My tongue's reserved to be stolen only by you, officer"

I smirked again, as I saw her blush. But to my surprise, she quickly recovered.

"You know, you've got some nerve, telling an officer to steal,"

"I see," I said, as I kissed her, and massaged her bottom lip with my tongue. I put my hands around her hips, and we both fell on the bed.

"You are," she said, taking out her cuffs, "arrested for stealing my lips, and hiding them in your mouth. Furthermore, you are also arrested for being irresistibly hot,"

"I think that's a felony you should be charged for," I said.

She took my hands, and cuffed them to the bed. I gladly complied to her efforts.

"Nice," I said, "How're you gonna take my shirt off now?"

"With this," she said, taking out a pair of scissors.

My eyes went wide, as she skillfully cut my shirt and jeans, "Sorry," she said, "You have to buy new ones"

"Oh it's all worth it," I said.

She kissed my chest, and left a trail of lipstick marks going up to my abs. She stopped right before the edge of my briefs.

"More?" She asked.

"Yeah,"

"No. Not until you learn to be polite,"

"Yes officer. I want more," I said, and then she kissed me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes officer,"

"Alright. I'm gonna punish you for being a thief,"

"Yes officer," I said, although we both knew that this was not exactly a punishment.

She kissed the base of my briefs, and was about to go further, when the door banged open.

"Hey guys have you...," said Nate, and stopped when he saw us.

Let me just make a point that this was what he saw:

An almost naked guy handcuffed to the bed, with a girl in a skimpy police woman outfit on top of him, with her mouth near the guy's...part.

Nate stared at the two of us in horror, as Mitchie screamed and jumped back.

Nate screamed too, and ran out of the room, but not before closing the door.

Both me and Mitchie just stared at the door, until finally she unlocked me and went inside the bathroom.

I waited in the exact same position for her. She came out in 10 minutes, her makeup all washed away and in her pj's.

She first went to the door, and locked it. She then climbed on the bed, and lay down on her side.

I shut the lights and settled down next to her, and put my arms around her. She relaxed under my touch and took in my warmth.

"I'm sorry," she said finally.

"Don't be," I said, "It's not your fault. We'll lock the door next time, kay?"

I knew that Mitchie was blushing by now, so I snuggled into her even more.

"By the way," I said, "You were very sexy. I love that side of yours"

She let out a cute little snore, and I chuckled.

"Goodnight officer," I said, as I felt myself fall into a deep slumber.