I didnt think I could endure the throbbing of my head a second longer. I wasnt accustomed to hangovers and it didnt seem like something I'd like to experience over again. I got several looks from the people around me, some walking by and keeping their gaze on me untill I was out of sight for them or others just standing in one postion, staring intently as if it were some sort of a staring compitition. I sighed at myself, lowering down to reach for my luggage and ran a hand down my now short locks, still trying to get used to the new lenght. All of the unwanted attention made me want to sink into the ground and never be found again. I sighed again, but this time in relief when I managed to successfully place my baggage into the steel cart, and stood there for a while, just taking my surroundings in.

I was in Los Angeles, the city of dreams, the city where Shane was, the city where I was. It was quite warm for December and I could see the sun lightly out, warming the air, but still keeping a mild breeze. LAX seemed to be the same as every airport I had ever been to, but it wasnt. There was something different about the air, about the surroundings. Maybe it was because I was alone in a city where I didnt know anyone and no one had come with me, or maybe it was because this was where everything was going to change.

Earlier this morning, just past dawn when I reached moms New York apartment I expected to face my mother fuming, probably crying or screaming and I did, but my dad was with her too. I was trembling all throughout my journey from Zacks place to mine. I was so afraid of what would await me, but more than the fear I just needed to get my head straight. I was the most foolish and idiotic girl to ever walk the grounds of the Earth. Seriously. I could hardly hear myself thinking or try make an excuse because everything around me seemed to be hitting my head like a huge thump, the alcohol making me want to kill anyone who said a single word because every word would hit my ears as if it were amplified by a million times.

Dad had flown from Miami to New york when mom called and told him that she couldnt find me. He was supposed to fly to LA today from Miami and I would fly from New York to LA, getting there an hour after him and he would meet me at the airport and the label people would pick us up, but that didnt happen of course. Since dad was in New York at that time, trying to look for me, his flight in Miami had already taken off and the only one he could get next for LA was six hours after mine, but LA was the last thing on my parents mind when I got home.

Mom had been bawling her eyes out thinking I had run off with some drunk since I was sure Shane called her after I talked to him last night. She looked both surprised and relieved by my presence as well as angry. She was surprised by my new look which made it quite difficult to recognise me, so it took a while for her to register that I was in the same room as her and relieved because I looked safe and sound and angry because of the obvious. I felt like such a disspointment. I felt like no one had hurt their parents as much as I had hurt them. I was such a selfish girl that I never really thought about the consequences my actions would have for them.

Mom was hysterical to the point where I thought she'd slap me and dad was really mad too. I didnt have an explaination as to why I was at a club last night and why I was drunk and why I had gotten a tattoo, not that I had told them anything about the tattoo yet, or even planned to. I didnt know what to do about it. I didnt have anything to do about it because it was now embedded into my skin like it was a part of me. I wasnt sure how I felt about that.

They both refused to let me go to LA. They didnt trust me anymore, not even a bit. I didnt expect them to trust me and honestly I didnt want them to because every time they did, I just went out and broke it like it was just another rule made to be broken. They said I didnt need to sing, I didnt need to do anything that would bring any more attention on me and I didnt argue with them. I was too petrified at how mad they were and wondered if they could ever forgive me. Dad called the record label to tell them about me not being able to make it and backing out but they wouldnt take no for an answer. They talked to him and mom for more than two hours trying to convince them to let me go to LA after which they both agreed to let me go as long as my dad was with me. I needed guardian with me for all the legal proceedings anyway since I was yet to turn 18.

Dad wasnt with me now though because he was still in New York, his flight didnt take off for a couple more hours and the label told me not to miss mine and they'd send someone here to take me to where ever I was supposed to be going. I called dad from one of the pay phones in the airport to let him know I had got there safe. He didnt say much, just asked if I was okay and told me he'd be there soon. I spoke at the appropriate times and hung up.

"Nice haircut." It took my mind a while to register Shanes voice because my mind was still wondering around how much of a dissapointment I was, but when it finally did my breathing got uneven, my pulse fastened and my heartbeat quickened. I was afraid to turn around and meet his gaze because I didnt know what he'd think of me after all the blabbering I did to him last night. I was also afraid that he'd hate me.

"Yeah..it's just.." My voice cracked slightly as I hesitantly held on to the ends of my hair, watching him through my eyelashes as he came closer and hugged me, wrapping his arms around my shoulder and mine automatically falling around his waist. The scent of his body instantly hit me, putting me at ease. I sunk my face into his warm chest, squeezing my eyes shut and cherishing the moment. It was so odd that the last time we met we were arguing, I was arguing, and I told him that he was the last person on Earth who I wanted to see, yet now he was the only person who I wanted to hold on to and hug and never let out of my sight.

"Good afternoon . It's great to see you've finally made it here after that little scare your father gave us this morning." Bryce Martin, one of the people from the label who I remember meeting at Shanes house smiled, extending his hand out towards me. I also noticed Richard standing behind him, guarding our trio and I sent a small smile his way, recieveing one back from him too.

I shook hand, not really sure of what to say as he continued. "But it's nice to have you here." He smiled reassuringly. "I came here to escort you back to the hotel you'll be accomadated at during your stay and since your guardian is yet to arrive today, all of the paper work will be done only tomorrow. Shane told us he'd be here for you, but we needed to make sure you made it alright here."

"Thank you for your concern." I told them, not really wanting to speak to the guy much since every word spoken seemed to be hitting my ears louder than a church bell at noon, not to mention the general hussel and busstle of the airport and the hungry camera men who were filming the whole scene.

In Miami I had only encountered photograpphers, but here there were the duo. Both cameramen plus photographers along with several fans who had thier video phones out recording my face shamelessly.

"Well, I see I am of no need now. I'll see you tomorrow at 10 . Shane will drop you off at the hotel when he has taken you where he has planned to. Enjoy LA." And with that was gone.

I didnt realised when Richard had grabbed hold of my cart, or when he was escorting us out. All I noticed was Shanes fingers interwined with mine. He didnt speak a word more to me untill we had successfull passed the larger group of waiting photographers outside the glassed doors and I was sitting in the comfort of his Mercedes SUV.

I wasnt sure where Richard drove off with my luggage after we left, leaving the two of us in a daring silence which he was the first to break.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah...um the photographers didnt do anything."

"I'm not talking about that." He explained as he drove out of the airport.

"Then?"

"How are you?" He sighed, asking awkwardly as if there were another meaning behind his question.

"Hungover." I replied truthfully.

"I can see that." He said, moving his face from the road, to mine, and then back at the road.

"I uh-"

"You look terrible." He stated, and I wanted to sink into the ground for the second time that hour. In this case, sink into the seat. "It's not the hair." He clarified. "I love you blonde hair, black hair, purple hair, green hair. Hair doesnt even matter...Where were you last night? I nearly went into Cardiac arrest, seriously. What happened?"

My stomach sank as the blury thoughts of whatever I remembered of the night before came flooding back to me with the biggest proof of it printed on my hip, still covered by that white bandage. "I'm fine." implied.

"You didnt come home till morning." He stated.

"Why didnt you come to New York and see if I was okay?"

"It's not as easy as it seems."

I rolled my eyes at the road infront of us and then turned my face towards him. "Why are you giving me crypical answers?"

"Why are you acting so careless?" He asked, not in a aggressive or angry manner, just simply asked but I didnt have an answer.

The rest of the ride in the car was rather uneventful and rather awkward to say the least. I didnt know what to say or what to do. I felt like I was in a place where I was unwanted yet it was the place I'd rather be instead of anywhere else in the world.

"I'm sorry." I stated firmly, not really sure of what I was apologising for considering I had a whole bunch of things I could be sorry for.

"Tell your parents that." He advised, bringing the car to a stop. I didnt even realise when we left the enormous, crowded streets and pulled into a more subtle, quiet neighbourhood in which every house seemed to be bigger and better than the next with expensive cars parked neatly in lines in the garages and on the street. There were hardly any people in the long street which seemed to go on forever, making me wonder if people even lived there.

Shane got out of the car and walked his way around to my side, opening the door out for me. I wasnt waiting for him to do that, I was just too lost in my world of thoughts to even think of getting out the car.

He gave me a small smile as I placed my feet firmly on the ground and he locked the door behind me. He placed one of his hands on the small of my back as he led the way towards a building which I correctly guessed as his house. I knew we were being photographed though out the whole process, I just didnt want to show it made any difference to me.

When we were finally in the confines of his home I didnt pay any attention to the light walls, enormous windows, small fire place or expensive furniture. All I payed attention to was the man standing in front of me. Shane still had his back facing me, standing as awkwardly as I was, looking around his place as if it was the first time in his home.

"Um..your dad is gonna get here at ten so you can sleep or do whatever." Shane said, turning around and facing me. "I'll uh...you can sleep in my room, follow me." He waved towards him, as he walked me past a couple of corridoors and up a floor with numerous rooms ending in a room at the end of the corridoor. "I'm guessing you're really tired because of last night. We'll go to get your dad together and then I'll drop you guys over to the hotel, okay? Or Richard can take you there if you dont want me there." He kept rambling on as if he was saying a speech and I stood at the door watching him as he went over to the huge window across the room, closing it to prevent any of the cold air entering. "Everyone's in Miami, so feel at home, and I'll be downstairs, dont be afraid. Are you hungry?"

Why are you acting so weired? I wanted to ask, but I didnt. He was probably acting like this because he didnt know how to behave around the crazy drunk girl with a tattoo on her hip. Yeah, that might be it. And no matter how awkward it would have been to be around his family at this time, I really wished they were here, but they werent. They were still in Miami. School would be out in two days after which they'd be here for the recording of the song I was doing with them along with other songs in their album which left only the two of us in this huge house. I wanted him to scream and shout at me like he did in Miami, atleast that would mean that he still loves me, or atleast cares about me.

"No." I shook my head. "I'm not hungry."

"Cause plane food is awful, so.."

"Nah, its not so bad." I reasoned, and I wished I hadnt because that might have made him stay longer in the room.

"Okay, so um..I'm downstairs." He walked over to the door where I was standing, giving me one of his non-teeth showing smiles and walked out.

"Shane?" I said, grabbing onto his hand as he left the room.

"Yup..." He said, turning around again.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, and saw his features change slightly at my question. His thick eyesbrows shot upwards, his eyes - stunned, looked so kind and gentle, and I watched as he pressed his plump lips together, staring at my face for a while. My eyes searched his, frantically hoping he wouldnt leave without an answer or with just a smile. He didnt dissapoint.

He walked back over to me untill I was backed up against the wall behind me. He brought his face closer to mine and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me - I wanted him to. I wanted to kiss him senseless. I wanted to remember the way his soft lips felt against mine, the way his hands were on me, and mostly the way we behaved around each other.

This was so awkward. This wasnt us.

He planted his lips on my forehead, at first bearly touching my skin. I could feel the heat from his parted mouth cause my own breathing to become uneven as it hit my skin, nearly teasing me. "I don't have a reason to hate you." He whispered, stroking my skin with his lips. I gasped at his oh so familiar smell, one of my hands pressed flat against his stomach, nearly fisting his shirt while the other held on to the wall behind me. "I dont hate you." He said, moving his lips to my left cheek, softly kissing me and then rubbing his nose on my soft skin, leaving his heat and scent on me. His voice was hoarse and nearly rough and he kept his head lowered to my face for a second longer before standing up straight and leaving me at the doorway. The wetness from his lips on my forehead sending chills down my spine.

I sighed when he was out of sight and turned my attention to his room. Shane's room. His real room. The one in Miami was just where he was staying in for the year, but this was his real room. He belonged here. There wasnt much of a difference between both rooms except this was bigger, much bigger.

The sudden sound of the television downstairs made me jump at the silence of the house. I looked around the room wondering what I was doing here. Not because I hadnt told him I wanted to sleep and he just assumed it and took me to his room, but because who was I to him now? Was I anything, because he was no longer my boyfriend after I broke up with him and I didnt know if we were friends. I didnt think we were friends, but still he picked me up from the airport and took me home, and then there was what happened at the door. He didnt have to do that, but he did. I decided I didnt want to sleep, because the aftermath of my drinking spree last night seemed to have worn off and now the only thing I seemed to have been intoxicated by was Shane.

I left my black leather jacket carelessly on Shane bed and walked into his attached bathroom. A smile immidiately spread across my face when the first thing I caught sight of was a green photo frame with a picture of us during the time we first met.

After washing my face, I felt myself get a little cooler. Deciding that nothing productive would be coming out of just staying in Shane bathroom all day I made my way downstairs, trying my best to not get lost in the huge place.

I passed several walls full of family photos which I had failed to notice on my way up with Shane and smile at each one. They were the perfect family.

When I reached the source of the sound downstairs, all I saw was the television turned on at some random channel with no one watching it. Looking around the room, I spotted Shane in the open kitchen, standing by the sink and washing the dishes. After saying all those horrible things to him in the past, I didnt know how I had the guts to slowly walk over to him and wrap my arms around his back. He hadnt noticed that I was in the room, but stopped washing as soon as my arms were around him.

My face reached the top of his back, nearly level with his neck.

I nuzzled my face into his back, feeling at ease when the soft fabric and his warmth hit my skin.

"Why arent you sleeping?" He asked, still not facing me.

"I can't." I replied, kissing his back through his shirt several times before he reached out for my hand from his position, turning himself around so that he was now facing me.

When my eyes met his, they were no longer hazel, or honey, or gold. They were black, as if made out of black stone, and for a second I thought he was going to scold me for coming so close to him, but he didnt. He didnt say or do anything more except he kept staring as if we were in an compititon. Not being able to take the frustration anymore, I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, yanking him closer to me and pressed my lips up against his in an open mouthed kiss. He didnt stop me in anyway, instead he pressed his still wet palm from the washing onto my hip, shooting a chill through me at first which was later taken over by the heat radiating from him. His other hand found my face, his thumb stroking my cheek bone while I tip-toed so that I could gain even more access to his mouth.

I was the first in the need to part for air, and pressed my hands onto his shoulders, panting as I watched his head move up and down doing the same. He brought his hand to the small of my back, pressing his pelvis into mine while his other hand fell to my neck. Everything about that moment seemed to be about only us. All I could hear was the sound of our heavy breathing. All I could smell was the sweetness of his breath, and all I could feel was his warmth flowing through me. "Oh, how I've missed you, Mitchie." He whispered huskily near my ear, backing me up against another counter in the opposite side of the kitchen, his hand which was on my neck now behind my head, preventing it from hitting any of the cabinets behind it.

I parted my legs, giving him more room between us as his lips attacked my neck, teasing me, and taking his time to find my soft spot. When he did, my body involentarily arched into him, releasing a moan from my mouth. It was as if all of the nerves in my body shot up to that position, giving me pleasure filled goosebumps. I could feel him smirk in accomplishment as he nipped at the skin under my ear, slowly and gently, sucking and biting at the same time. "You like that, eh?" He asked in a low, deep voice. "Y-yes.." I bearly managed to whimper out, running my hands through Shanes thick black hair and then down his muscuar arm, tracing every muscle in his body. He kissed my spot for one last time before looking into my eyes with a small smirk on his face.

I held his face in my hands, not wasting a second to make my lips meet his again and be caught in another heated kiss. I felt the urge of starddling him with my legs to make sure he was as close as physically possible to me and I knew he understood because he ran his hands down the length of my thigh, pushing me upwards and supporting me so that my hands were now around his neck and my feet were straddling his waist. He moaned as our pelvises collided and I found myself leaving wet kisses down his neck, making sure not to leave a patch of skin untouched or a single mole un kissed.

"Why are you acting so awkward?" I muttered against his tender skin, my lips finding his earlobe. His hands found my sides and for a second I thought he was able to feel the lump of bandage going up to my right side. I made a mental note to myself that instant to get rid of that white bandage once I'm alone. I wasnt caught though. Holding my sides he sat me on top on a counter, tipping several items in the process. "You think this is awkward?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows. His now hazel eyes widened and he licked his lips giving me a seductive look, letting his hands move shamelessly up and down the side of my thigh, the sides of his lips twitching the tiniest bit upwards as he tentatively watched my face for a reaction. "I-uh...I don't know...I was talking about the way you were behaving around me." I stammered a little, my hands gripping the edges of the counter I was sitting on, helping me push myself forward, hitting Shanes chest so that my feet were on the ground and I'd be able to avoid this conversation that I started.

"No, don't go." He demanded, his reaction almost simultaneous, his strong arms holding me up with no effort and placing me back to my sitting position. My eyebrows furrowed together as my breathing came back to normal and he pushed himself forward, his hands placed on either side of me, holding me captive. I bit my bottom lip, noticing his cheeks matched the colour of his pouty pink lips. I could see the outline of his throbbing veins on his neck and arms, daring me to touch them. "How am I supposed to act?" He inquired, bringing his face towards mine, so close that I knew a centimeters worth movement from my side would press his lips onto my sweaty cheeks. "Tell me." He demanded again, his voice dangerously low. My whole body shuddered like it had been struck by lightening and he ran his fore finger slowly upto my shoulder and then down my arm again, repeating the process as if he was playing some sort of a teasing game.

"I dont know..." I let out, frustratedly. I couldnt find the correct words to explain my situation and the fact that he looked so incredibly gorgeous at that moment didnt help in me focus any better. "You dont know, what?" He murmured, roughly rubbing his cheek against mine. The tip of his tounge licked my earlobe and I suddenly felt cold again once the air hit my wet skin. "You're not acting like you normally do around me. You're acting like you're a different person, you're acting distant."

He let out a small laugh at my words, bringing his face level with mine again. "I dont know how to act around someone who I mean nothing to." He stated. So this was it? He didnt know how to act around me because we technically did not share any sort of a relationship, yet it was okay for him to kiss me, tease me and bite me. I didnt know we do that to strangers.

"Fine." He said, helping me off the counter. "Let's go."

For a second I thought he was about to throw me out of his house untill he held my hand, leaving the televison on and leading us out of his house.

"Where are we going?" I questioned, still fixing my clothes as we stepped into the Californian sun.

"Ice-cream to break the ice."

Wooohhh Is it hot in here? ;)

See, I promised you all Smitchie goodness! Who liked this? Who hated it? Anyone love it?

Mitchie is finally in LA yayyyy and her and Shane are acting really weired, well just Shane. Mitchie has changed slightly and is TRYING to not mess things up and upset people. I'm capitalizing tryong because we know how har that is for her LOL

And Shane is playing his own little teasing game. Who liked that? :D

Anyway, I was gonna end this in this chapter, but I thought NOO not yet maybe in two more chapters so we are near :(

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P.S Sorry for all the typos in the last chapter. When I re-read, I wanted to cut myself.