"Where on earth have you been all day young lady? Going off with Shane! Skipping school and putting your phone on voicemail! We've been worried sick!" That was what I was greeted with when I arrived home other than the flash bulbs outside to front gate.
"Um..I'm sorry. I forgot, my phone was on silent." I tried to explain. closing the front door.
"You forgot?" My mother exclaimed, swinging her hands in the air. "She forgot Steve." She turned towards dad. "Our daughter forgot that she's on the cover of one of the most read gossip magazines in the country accused of..I dont even knwo what your accused of, young lady because as far as I remember you have a lot of explaining to do. You need to tell us why the whole world knows about our daughter more than us!"
"Calm down Connie. What did I tell you about being clam with her?" Dad reminded.
"Wh- How can I calm down when she obviously doesnt care about anything happening in her life. Acting so careless, Mitchie. What is with you? You were never like this." She shook her head and I just stared at her. I had never seen her so defeated before. It was kind of weired looking at her like that.
"I'm sorry I-" I finally found my voice but was cut off my my mother.
"No. Sorry is not going to cut it this time Mitchie. Absolutely no! Would you like to tell us what is happening in your life? Or did you ever plan on telling us? Thank god Nate and Jason came by after school and explained everything to us and their parents otherwise I would still be wondering why your face is on this magazine and you and Shane are all over the news!"
"Mom! Calm down...dont get all hyper it's not that big of a thing!" I let her know.
"Mitchie.." It was dads turn to speak now. "We were worried about you honey. We watched you leaving school with Shane and you didnt inform us. Your phone kept going to voice mail and Shanes was switched off. We feared the worst and on top of that we had absolutely no idea what was going on. Dont you think you should have called us? We're your parents."
"I'm sorry, dad. Okay? But really. Its not that big of a deal. Why are you guys getting all hyper?"
"You Michelle.." Mom pointed. "Dont say its not a big deal because it is. You've been lying to us since god knows when and we find out everything from magazines, TV channels and our neighbours. How can you say this isnt a big deal?"
Again with the yelling. "The magazines are lying mom. Cheryl is a lying bitch. Nate must have told you that already and I didnt want any fucking one to know about us thats why I didnt tell you guys..gosh!" I yelled, frustrated at how much my parents were stretching the issue.
When I was in the car on our way back home Shane had told me multiple times to not argue with my parents when I got home, because he knew they'd be mad. He told me to bow my head and listen to whatever they say and not talk back but I guess there are somethings that I cant do for Shane. Sorry, but I hate it when I'm being yelled at. Even by my parents.
"Mitchelle. Language." Dad warned. "Do not speak to your mother or anyone in fact, like that! And let me remind you that we are not anybody. We are your parents."
So now what? They were ganging up on me? This wasnt fair. Two against one.
"We trusted you with so much Mitchie and here you just go around breaking our trust! We trusted you with so much!"
"Well, theres no need for you guys to not trust me. I promise Shane and I didnt do anything wrong!" I assured, defensive. "So what? Blahh..I'm dating him. It's not a big deal like I said." Okay yeah it was a big deal, but not something my parents would understand and anyway they were too angry to even understand anything I was saying let alone understand how big of a deal it was to date him.
""I'm sorry, but I refuse to believe that. Not after reading that magazine and seeing those pictures Mitchie. We would think you'd accept your mistake but here you are just defending yourself and Shane Shamelessly!"
"I'm not doing anything shamelessly...gosh! I'm telling the truth."
"Do you really expect us to believe you Mitchie after lying to us for months?"
"I'm sorry, okay? For that...for lying but honestly theres nothing else left for me to be sorry about. I'm not wrong here!" I literally screamed. I could feel the blood rush to my face causing a throbbing sensation in my head. I realised for the first time that I was still standing infront of the closed door. I would have just walked out and avoided all of the yelling and screaming but I knew the paparazzi were still outside and I didnt have anywhere to go which was near enough for me except Shanes place which would be the last place I would go to in this situation.
"You're grounded." Mom declared.
"Oh, is that the best you can do?" I challenged. I was mad at her. Mad for not beliveing me. I hate it when you know you're right about something but still no one believes you. Its a very frustrating feeling.
"Mitchie. I'm saying this for the last time. Mind your language or the little trust I had on you will be thrown out of the window!"
"Hah." I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
I know I was being a stuck up bitch and this was no way to talk to parents, but they asked for it. Maybe if they were actually around more and I got to spend more time with them I would learn to be maybe more fearful of them or actually respect them more. Im not saying I dont respect my parents, because I do and I love them, but in this situation what I was saying to them didnt feel wrong.
"For and month, and I forbid you from seeing that boy again or untill this mess is cleared up atleast. Now go up to your room!" Mom ordered. I didnt think I heard right when she said those words first. I stared at her for a couple of seconds before the words could actually sink in.
Forbid me from seeing Shane? My ass.
"Shane! And you cant forbid me from seeing anyone...its my life. My choice!" I threw particualrly speaking to her.
"6 weeks!" She yelled, her face getting reder and redder. I wouldnt be surprised if she burst a cappillary or two.
I shook my head, ignoring my mothers ranting as I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom, making sure to slam the door behind me loud enough for my parents to hear downstairs.
Wow. What had just happened? And why were tears draining my cheeks? I wiped away my blury eyes not even checking if Shane was in his room from my window and ran into my bathroom, turning the tap on and looking everywhere for something. I didnt know what I was looking for but it was something. I was still raving and I felt like I needed to hit something or hurt something but all I could find around the bathroom were towels, hair products and plastic along with some glass which I was too coward to think of breaking.
I stared at the person in front of me in the mirror for a while in the bathroom. It looked like the same person who left her room so joyfully in the morning hoping to get some good Shots of Nate Gray but so much had happened in my life since I had left my room hours ago. I felt calmer as I scooped up some water from the running tap and washed my face with it, the liquid cooling my skin and bringing my breathing back to normal.
I stepped back into my bedroom half expecting my parents to be there ready to scream at me again but no, my room was as it was just mere minutes ago. Shanes room light was off telling me he wasnt there, probabl getting the telling of a life time from his parents, manager, label, producer I dont know how many people. Thinking about it, he had it tougher than me. I still felt miserable about what happened downstairs and what was happening with my life even if my throbbing head ache was dying down slowly. I walked over to the large window in my room giving me a direct view of Shane room and did the curtains in one swift movement. I had had enough exposure to everything and I didnt need any crazy photographers taking pictures of me inside my room
The only good thing that had come out of all this craziness was that Shane and I didnt have to lie about us anymore. I knew whatever my mom said about me not seeing Shane was something said by her in the heat of the moment and she didnt mean it really.
I didnt know what to do sitting in my room. I sat down at the edge of my bed aimlessly staring at my shoe collection for a while and thinking of all of the ones I have never used and still have a price tag on them. After finally deciding that nothing productive was coming out of that I went closer to take a better inspection of them which resulted in me neatly sorting them out according to color, type and occassion. I didnt know what to do next. That miserable feeling in my guy wasnt saying goodbye and I didnt want to spend my time online because I knew all I would see were pictures or news of me. I was bored of seeing my own face. Was that even possible?
Sighing, I took my guitar out from under my bed, stroking the strings and carefully blowing away the dust that had built on it over the last couple of weeks. I was astonished that I hadnt played for so long. That had never happened. Ever. Even lightly plucking at the strings again felt so awkward.
Before I knew anything else I fell asleep with my guitar placed carelessly next to me and the lights comfortably turned off. I guess all of the craziness of the day had mentally exhausted me eventhough I felt physically fine. I guess it was all in the head.
I dont know how many times I stirred in my bed, refusing to get myself up before I heard the squeaking sound of my door, letting me know that someone had entered my dead room. That someone most probably being either of my parents and if it was my mother then I think the act I was putting on of being asleep would continue throughout the night. I sighed into the pillow as I heared the sound of the door locking. So, she was going to lock me in my room and yell at me as much as she wishes to? Fine, whatever. I wont stop in my act of sleeping either.
"Hey, sleepy head." I squeezed my eyes shut, blaming all of the stress on the reason why I was hearing my mother speak in Shanes voice. Talk about annoying, now there was no way I could miss this speech. "Mitchie." My heart skipped a couple of beats when I felt a hand I recognise a little too much push my hip, causing me to lay flat on my bed. "Hey, leave some room for me then." Shane smiled in the darkness.
"Shane, what are you doing here?" I asked, placing my guitar against the bedside drawer and scooting away to give him some room on my bed, my body isntantly feeling cold as I left the warmth of the comforter I was responsible for. "How come mom didnt kick you out?"
"I have actually been here for the past hour or two." He let me know, chuckling as I watched his face in nothing but the moonlight. His eyes were beyond explanation. They seemed to be like diamonds, shining and sparkling even in the darkness.
"Why?" I asked, moving my gaze to his fingers playfully dance on my stomach. "Oh...I hope my mom didnt say anything too harsh. I'm so sorry for what she said, whatever it was. I'm sorry."
"Chill." He smiled, kissing my temple, his hands now on my face. "She didnt say anything. Well, nothing too harsh. I'll live." He laughed and I found myself relaxing. "We - my parents and yours kind of had a little chat over this while you were sleeping..."
"Oh gosh.." I shook my head, placking my palm over it.
"Listen.." Shane urged, taking my hand to use as a platform for his fingers to play with. They danced around in my plam, making thir way up my arm and down, continuously in a smooth rythem. "Both are kind of mad still, but they resolved their differences. Thank god our parents were friendly before all of this otherwise I dont see how this would have gone. You're mom looked ready to kill something when she saw me." He chuckled at the end part and I couldnt help but let out a scoff.
"I bet they killed you, cut you into little pieces and thew you into fire." I asked, watching his smiling face. I was still astonished at how good spiritedly he was taking this. Gosh I got shit from my parents for 15 minutes and was ready to hit something while I'm sure he got a whole lot more shit than me from all different people.
"How about they ran over me and then shot me a couple of times to make sure I was completely dead and then chopped me up and threw me into the fire?"
"I'm sorry...you should have called me." I replied, siding myself so that I was in a better position to digg my face into the crook of his neck. "Why didnt you call me? Its not fair for you to get all this shit from both of our parents all alone while I was equally your partner in crime."
"It's okay. You were sleeping and I guess you were tired because of all that happened earlier on today so we didnt want to wake you up, talking of which, I hear you werent so nice to your parents when you got home." I found myself licking my lips as I watched his adams apple moved up and down from the side view I was getting and sighed into his neck.
"I'm sorry." I kissed the patch of skin under his ear, his body slightly shaking at my sudden contact. "But mom was acting so...I dont know. Momish." I told him kissing him again, and then moving onto his earlobe which I gently bit and smiled as I heard Shane groan and felt his arms locked around my waist.
"She's your mom, Mitchie. Shes gonna want whats best for you. Shes gonna want to protect you and thats why she said all those things because she was worried. She didnt want you hurt in anyway."
"I know, but she was just so...I dont know." I protested, wiggling myself a little so that I was in a more comfortable position now sitting on his lap, my legs locked around his stomach and my lips pressed to his lips. One of his large hands on my side and the other holding my face. I let out a moan as he bit down at my bottom lip, his other hand massaging my side. He tasted like cinnemon and honey, spicy and sweet. I kissed him again, running one hand through his thick black hair. It wasnt curly anymore nor was it completely straight. His recent hair cut let his hair be just the right length and I couldnt explain what sort of pleasure I was experiencing by just running my hands through them.
"Mitchie..." Shane breathed as we parted for air for mere seconds. "We..."
"Shut up and dont ruin this." I demanded, kissing the soft skin of his neck again. I dont know how both his hands made their way to my sides or how mine were now restint flat on his chest. All I knew was that I was in too much ecstasy to stop this make-out session.
"Listen, baby we have to..."
"Shut the fuck up Shane." I wacked his shoulder. "Just shut up and kiss me okay?" He obliged, leaning in and kissing me. It was soft, but rough. It was slow but fast. It was everything I needed. He moved his lips from mine and made his way down my jaw-line leaving wet kisses all the way down. I could feel the fine hairs in my body rise up as the wetness of my neck came in contact with the air in my room. I locked my legs completely together, bringing myself as much close as it was possible for us to be physically and grabbed onto his hair when he continued kissing the same skin under my ear that I had attacked earlier. I moaned as he bit into the skin, sucking on it. Satasfied with his work, he moved down south to my collar bone, carefully kissing it, making sure not to miss even a centimeter of skin. I threw my head back and bit my bottom lip as his continued working on my skin. "I was saying, by the way.." Kiss. "...that everyone is" Kiss. "...Waiting for us at my place for dinner." He finished with another kiss.
"Wh-at?" I pushed his shoulder, detaching myself from him with the help of my hands.
"You didnt just assume that your mom allowed me up here without any purpose right? Your dad sent me up to get you. Everyone's already at my place."
"Why?" I asked, annoyed that now I have to go meet people even if it was just Shanes family and mine, but still they were people. "And why the fuck didnt you tell me earlier? Move..." I pushed him.
"Hey!" He laughed at my failed attempt.
"Move you idiot. You dont deserve to sit on my bed."
"Are you pissed because you're still getting a bodyguard or because your going to my house looking like shit?" Shane asked, amused.
Heres the thing, I dont care if I look like shit going to Shanes place. I dont care if I look like shit going anywhere actually, but I do care if I'm gonna have my personal 40 year old stalker.
"Fuck off Shane." I yelled. "I dont want a bodyguard. I told you before. Being deaf isnt good if you're a musician." I informed, still trying to push him off of my bed.
"It's only till things calm down Mitchie, not for too long, okay? And anyway your parents have agreed so you have no say in this."
"Fuck you."
"Yes, I know you love me. Now, come on.." He took my hand, pulling me up from the bed.
"I hate you so much. Its like you all sat there for two hours and conspired against me." I told him, turning the light on and walking over to the mirror. He was right. I did look like shit. My hair looked like a sack of hay and my eyes were red and puffy. I shook my head at the person in the mirror, grabbing my comb and running it through my hair.
"You know I was joking when I told you you look like shit, right?" Shane mumbled into the back of my neck, his hands wrapped lightly around my waist.
"It was a very nice thing for you to say, just to let you know. Thanks." I replied sarcastically.
"You're always welcome, beautiful." He smiled at me through the mirror. "Oh, sont be so sad. Caity is there too so you wnt be alone and my mamager really wants to meet you."
Caity would be there which actually made the thought of going there better. I felt like I hadnt seen her in forever and I hadnt spoken to her all day. I know she didnt call because she knew I wouldnt be in a modd to talk so hopefully we would be able to do that.
"Why?" I questioned, turning around to face him. "He likes you because he didnt like Cheryl and you dont like Cheryl."
"Thats a nice reason to like someone." I told him dryly. "Who else is there?"
"C'mon its not going to be so bad. Gosh, its my house. You've been there millions of times before and if you're worried that people are going to see you differently then dont, okay?" He told me, rubbing my shoulders with his hands. "No ones gonna see you differently. And its just another person from the lable who came for damage control and to check out how the songs for the new album are going. Two in one." He smiled. "We're releasing a statment in a magazine tomorrow and they wanna be present when that happens incase something else goes wrong."
"Is Cheryl gonna be there?" I asked curiously as I turned off my bedroom light and made my way downstairs, Shane following behind me.
"Noooo. Why would she be there? And who on earth would invite her?"
Damn and here I thought I'd get a chance to bitch-slap her and give her a kick in the ass. "No, 'cause you said she's coming to Miami thats why." I told him, reaching the front door knob. Shane placed his hands over it stopping me from opening it. "What?" I asked, my back still facing him and annoyed at the thought of Cheryl being near Shane.
"I know all of this is new and just only being in a relationship with someone is being made so hard, but I promise I'm always here for you." He assured, his hands on my lower back.
"I know." I turned and faced him. "Its not really that hard. Its just annoying with everyone wanting to know everything." He nodded at my words and I smiled, placing a small kiss on his lips. "Good. Now lets go kill them. And we better think of a good excuse as to why it took you so long to get me."
"So Mitchie, he boys were just showing us some of the new songs they've written for the new album and we happened to come across a song which you have apparently written and must I saw that we were quite impressed with what we saw. You are mighty talented." One of the two guys from the lable who's name I learnt was Bryce Martin interruped Caity and I who were busy engaged in a conversation about Panda bears. Panda bears? I dont know where that came from but never the less we were talking about them while Connect three cleaned up the dining table and all parents were busy engaged in conversation with Connect three's manager.
"Song?" I asked, wacking my brain trying to remember when the heck I wrote a song with them.
"Yes." The other guy from the company who's name I forgot said. "I believe it's called When you look me in the eye." He elaborated.
"Oh!.." I said a little too loud, remembering the one time Shane and I had written something together which was months ago. "Right. Thank you very much, but Shane had most of the input in that song. I just added a couple of things." I smiled again.
So, dinner wasnt bad. It wasnt anywhere near bad. Nobody asked why Shane and I took so much time coming nor did anybody stare at me like they had never seen a person before, and get this - no one treated me any differently. Infact everyone was quite normal. Laughing and talking about world issues, bussiness or music while Caity and I tried to keep our ears shut during such boring conversations. Even the people from the lable were nice, but a little creepy with their suits and all. Their manager who Shane so happily said wanted to meet me because he 'liked' me was not so nice. I dont know...he just gave me a vibe. He seemed really pissed with me although he spoke sweetly, but their was a bitterness in his words which only I seemed to catch. Maybe because he was going to have a big part in clearing all of this mess made by the magazines? I dont know but who cares? I dont like him so he;s not relavent. Other than that mom and dad were in happy spirits suddenly and Shane parents were their always nice self.
"Oh no." Bryce shook his head. "I believe you're being modest here. Even Nate and Jason couldnt stop telling us how musically talented you are. Apparently one of the best in class." Well, gee thanks Nate and Jason. Way to make me feel like a suck up.
"Thank you."
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Soon I said, which probably means another 10 chapters haha so yayyy because I've been with this story for a while now and it took me time to pick it up after taking a break from it and now I dont wanna drag it too much but I have some more drama and all for you because I love you guys and you guys love drama!
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