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This second chapter is supposed to be a continuation of last chapter's flashback, with a flashback of its own.

"Going Down with the Ship"

"What do you think?" Mitchie asked Shane, while she modeled for him in a new sundress. They had gone shopping together on Rodeo Drive, and needless to say about fifty paparazzi were gathered outside the store to take pictures of the famous couple.

"That color's disgusting! It hurts my eyes!" He faked a disgust face, while covering his eyes with his arm. Mitchie actually looked really nice, but he couldn't tell her how nice it looked on her. It was better this way. She would believe him better if he said he hated it than if he admitted he really liked the way it hugged her body.

She rolled her eyes and turned around to check her reflection in the full body mirror behind her "it's a keeper then…"

He threw himself back in the chair where he was sitting and tapped on the floor with his foot. He hated shopping, at least when he wasn't shopping for him, anyway. Now add his psycho ex girlfriend and you've got something unbearable for any man alive.

Mitchie had gone away to try on some more clothes and when she came outside to model for him, she would keep on asking him "what do you think?" and rolling her eyes every time he made a remark on how ugly the clothes were.

"Shane, can't you at least try?" she asked him, desperately, half and hour later, when Shane's responses got reduced into simple shoulder shrugs.

"I'm here, at least" he replied, almost groaning as he stood up from the chair. He was feeling dizzy with all those paparazzi flashing their cameras. He had to get out of there "You done yet? Or will you take the whole shop?"

She shook her head with annoyance and ran to change back into her clothes with blood shot eyes; it took her a little longer to come out, passing by Shane, avoiding looking at him. He knew she had been crying in the dressing room and felt a little remorse, but shook it off, convincing himself that Mitchie had cried desperate tears because she hated him and couldn't stand him, not sad tears for their broken relationship.

The drive back to the house they had been sharing with Nate and Jason was pretty silent, except for a casual plastic noise made by Mitchie's shopping bags when the car would stop on a red light.

They didn't even look at each other when they entered the house, holding hands for the paparazzi that gathered outside the house.

Shane left himself drop in his bed and rubbed his face with his palms in desperation

He hated the situation; why couldn't he grieve like a normal person at the end of a romantic relationship? He couldn't be a normal dude, just avoiding his ex girlfriend like any other sane human would; he was attached to her by a contract, a stupid contract that was meant to bring Hollywood Records a whole lot of money.

The thing he hated the most was the fact he could (and would like to) avoid all this nonsense just by going and telling Mitchie he still loved her and he didn't want to be the annoying bastard he had been lately.

But Mitchie had been really clear the day she broke up with him…

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(A couple weeks ago)

He had pretended to be asleep when Mitchie entered his room at 6 a.m. that day. He hadn't slept one single hour due to all the excitement he was holding in his chest: it was their first year anniversary and he had something really special prepared (she obviously had something very alike, given she had woken up early to crash his bedroom).

Their relationship hadn't been the best lately; ever since they had signed that contract a week ago, they would both spend less time with each other and more time with their producers, discussing the terms of the CD, so this was the perfect opportunity to change it all.

He heard her opening his closet and moved some things inside, holding his laughter; she was obviously looking for the present he would give her… women and their curiosity! He switched position in the bed and groaned noisily just to scare her. It worked, because she ran outside before he 'woke up'.

He went to the studio that day, but Nate and Jason excused him early, given he looked like he had taken 7 Red Bulls for breakfast because of the way he kept asking "Are we done yet?" and tapping his foot nervously.

Mitchie was eating some lunch when he came back from the studio "Good morning!" he greeted her happily, but when she looked up to face him, she didn't look anything like happy.

"What happened?" he asked her, sitting beside her in the table; he reached with his hand to clean off a lonely tear she had in her cheek.

She just rolled her eyes and stood up from the table, before he could even touch her and cleaned the tear herself, after throwing her plate in the sink "it's not what happened; it's what's happening now…" she said angrily "I can't believe you forgot it!"

Shane let out a giggle "so, that's why you're upset? I didn't forget it…"

She puffed "I can't believe it; I always have to do everything! You can't even remember a small day; a date that's supposed to be important!"

"Mitchie, I'm telling you; I didn't forget it!" he stood up and caressed her by the arms, trying to calm her down "I know exactly what this day means to both of us"

She rolled her eyes, which were blood stained and full of tears she tried to suppress "I'm gonna take a walk."

He saw her walking outside the house with worry, but he knew that once she saw the surprise he had for her, she would jump around in happiness and this entire thing would be forgotten.

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Mitchie sat in the bench of the park, rubbing her eyes, trying to fade away the tears she didn't want to cry. This was so typical Shane: messing up everything and beg for forgiveness later, like in Camp Rock when he had assumed she was a liar and then asked her to start again after Final Jam.

He was always putting everything before her and then he would do something really sweet and would whisper the nicest words in her ear to make her better. She knew it was stupid feeling so mad about an anniversary he had forgotten, but it was really the last drop to fall on her cup; it had over flowed now and unless she would take sometime to clear her mind and relax, this would just turn into hell for her.

And by relaxing and clearing her mind, she meant to just stay away from Shane, for good.

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Shane waited for Mitchie after he had set up the surprise in the T.V. room. He had gotten a small video montage of the lake in Camp Rock playing in the giant LCD screen and a prompt plastic shady tree. All that combined with some bird chants CD that he had borrowed from Jason made an almost perfect replay of the view and atmosphere when he first sang "Gotta Find You" for her.

He was really excited to see his girlfriend's expression when she came back and he would realize he hadn't forgotten her, not this time.

She crossed the door and he heard her muffled and tired walking inside the house, towards her bedroom; he stood up quickly and intercepted her "Mitchie, I've got something to show you!" he spoke to her.

"I gotta talk to you first" she responded him, she didn't look any happier than she had been earlier; he let her drag him towards the living room with a confused face and sat beside her in the couch

"I think we should break up, for good".

Shane felt as if he had swallowed a rock as something really heavy dropped inside his stomach "What?"

"I'm sorry, Shane…" she tried to explain him "I just feel like… like I've reached this point, where I just got nothing more to give."

He sank his face in his hands, Mitchie looked sad, but determined and he knew she was for real; how could this happen right now? It was the first time he actually had done something right and she wouldn't even see it, obviously. He held back his tears, it was not a man thing to do to cry; if Mitchie wanted to leave him, well, so be it.

If Mitchie said there was not more to give, he obviously didn't have to give anything for her either; no more explanations, no more "I'm sorry" and specially no more nice Shane, preparing surprises for her and borrowing CDs from Jason…

No more "Nice Shane".

"Whatever" he stood up, quickly "it's not like I need a girlfriend at this moment; I've got a record to make and a whole bunch of other things…"

He didn't expect Mitchie to answer; he just walked out towards the T.V. room.

Once there, he started kicking the plastic tree repeatedly; he wanted to break everything down. He knew that'd cost a whole lot of money, so he just kept kicking on the tree till his feet were sore. That was when he let himself fall on the leather couch in front of the T.V. screen.

He laughed bitterly at the image of the lake from Camp Rock, before turning it off, there were no tears in his eyes anymore and he felt relieved…

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Mitchie just stood there sitting, thinking of Shane's words

"Whatever, it's not like I need a girlfriend at this moment; I've got a record to make and a whole bunch of other things…"

She could hardly believe it; this was the worst thing he had ever told her. WHATEVER?! That was it? She had really meant NOTHING at all for him?

She sighed and stood up. She was tired and sad; she might as well go take a nap.

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