Unintentionally In Love
It was the ultimate setup. She needed an acting gig, and he needed damage control. Somewhere along the way, love stepped in, and what was fake, became real. SMITCHIE. AU-ish. Reuploaded.
Chapter 5- The Interrogation
"That's it?" Shane asked as Mitchie brought her last box in. She stood up and examined her work, which Shane had refused to help with. Three boxes and a very large suitcase seemed like a lot to her.
"Yeah" she answered. "That's almost all of what I have. Except furniture, of course. I let Caity keep that. So, where so I sleep?"
He shook his head in disbelief and motioned for her to follow him. He led her down a hallway and stopped at the last door on the left. "I don't care what you do with it, but no boyfriends."
"If I had a boyfriend, do you think I would have agreed to this?" Mitchie snapped.
"True" Shane sighed. "Alright, get settled in. We have to be at the office in two hours. Wear something nice."
"I'll try" she shrugged. He left to do God knows what while Mitchie was left to make herself comfortable. She sighed and rolled her suitcase into her room.
****Unintentionally In Love: A Smitchie Story****
Mitchie stared out the window of the limo. Shane grimaced at her. "Have you ever been in a limo before?"
"Once" she answered, not looking at him. "It was my grandma's funeral."
"That's not what I meant" Shane rolled his eyes. He opened the mini fridge and pulled out a can of soda. He handed it to her, but she refused it. Instead, she opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
"I will admit" she unscrewed the top. "It is much different. Obviously that limo was not as well equipped with as many" she hesitated, looking for the right word, "gadgets."
"That's an understatement" Shane mumbled. She glared at him. "All I'm saying is, I've ridden in that kind of limo, and it wasn't fun."
"Are you saying that because it was a funeral?" Mitchie asked, "because those typically seem to be sad."
"Shut up!" he growled.
She shrugged and looked out the window again. "Where exactly are we going and why?"
Shane sighed. "My label wants to meet my new girl, aka, you. So here's the story: we met at that café you work at, the "ugly duck-"
"The Rainbow Duck" Mitchie corrected.
"Yeah,yeah" Shane ignored her. "We met there, you spilt coffee on me, I looked into your eyes, and here we are now!"
Mitchie snorted. "What?" he growled.
"Did you get that out of a movie?" she laughed. "I mean, come on! That is totally unbelievable!"
"Oh, okay" he got defensive. "How do you propose we met?"
"Well," Mitchie thought. "How about, we met by a mutual friend a while back, you broke up with Tess and I was your shoulder to cry on?"
"Okay" he sighed. "That's how we met, now, have I met your parents?"
"I'm an orphan" Mitchie answered.
"That makes things easy" Shane answered. Mitchie rolled her eyes at his inconsiderance. "Are you a fan?"
"Absolutely not" she replied.
"That's great-wait! What?" he asked.
"I think your music sucks" she answered.
"Wow, way to sugar coat it" he stared at her in disbelief. "For our label's sake, you are."
"Okay" she shrugged.
"Now, where was our first date?" he asked.
Mitchie laughed. "The Rainbow Duck."
"Is that place even good?" he asked.
She shrugged. "In my opinion, Gary uses to much grease, but, we usually have a pretty decent sized crowd."
"What did we order?" he asked.
"Why does that matter?" she scrunched her eyebrows together.
"Touché" he answered. "I'm just trying to prepare you for some questions that might be asked!" He shrugged. "Trust me, those people are animals. And you obviously won't know how to handle it." He looked her as if she was unqualified.
She was outrageously offended. "What makes you so sure I can't?"
Shane laughed. "Please!" She glared at him. The car came to a stop. He opened the door. "After you" he chuckled and motioned for her to get out. She scrunched her nose at him.
****Unintentionally In Love: A Smitchie Story****
"Wow, you two are totally believable" Shane's agent/publicist replied as the two stalked into the lobby. Mitchie recognized him as the nerd-boy from the other day.
"Nice to see you too" Shane sneered.
"Those doors about to open" the agent warned. "I want smiling faces, love struck expressions, and hands that can't keep away from each others' body. Showtime people!"
Mitchie and Shane immediately smiled. The doors opened and Mitchie's breath hitched. Shane chuckled and grabbed her hand. "Relax" he mumbled. Mitchie nodded.
A business dressed woman, followed by several official-looking people, clicked her heels towards them. Mitchie immediately had the expression that she was a person to impress. "Shane!" the woman hugged him. "And-oh! You're even prettier in person" she eyed Mitchie.
"Thank you" Mitchie answered.
"Cute" the woman's expression changed to a vague look of displeasure. "Shane? Aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Oh, yeah" Shane stuttered. "Um, Mitchie, this is President Rose Skiles. President Skiles, this is Mitchie, my girlfriend Mitchie."
"Nice to meet you" Mitchie forced.
"I know" President Skiles grinned. "Tell me, Mitchie, where did you and Shane meet?"
She looked at Shane, who stared at her with eyes full of desperation. She gulped. "At a wedding, for a mutual friend" she smirked.
"Oh, really?" the president asked. "Which friend?" she directed at Shane.
"Nate" he answered immediately.
"I didn't know he was married" the president eyed him skeptically.
"It was a small ceremony" Shane answered. "Only friends and family! Mitchie is the bride's best friend. I was his best man. Perfect match, huh?"
Mitchie stared at him in horror. Oh, good God! She cursed in her head. The president seemed amused. "Blevins!" she called out. A bald man in a suite stepped forward. "Send a gift basket to Nate Black!"
The bald man nodded and walked off. Mitchie bit her lip, awaiting the next question. Instead, Shane spoke. "You know, I have to take Mitchie to somewhere." He grabbed her around her waist. "We have to stuff." The couple smiled at the president.
"That's a shame" she said, as if she could see right through them. "Well, I'll just schedule an interview with Susie Sanchez for you two. I'm sure they'd love to get to know Shane Gray's new girl. Oh, and Shane? Tell Nate I'm setting up an interview for him and his wife."
"Okay" Shane shrugged. "Nice talking to you, but, goodbye!" Shane and Mitchie raced out of the office and back outside to the limo. They both climbed in and Shane motioned to the driver.
Mitchie exhaled sharply. "That was interesting. She seemed nice, controlling, but nice!"
"Yep" Shane grinned. "Around here, she's known as God. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to make a very, unanticipated, phone call."
"What? It's not my fault you brought Nate into this" she read his mind.
"You just had to mention a wedding, didn't you?" he growled.
"Well, you had to bring my best friend into it!" she fired back.
"You are so" he hesitated. "ANNOYING!"
"At least I'm not arrogant!" she accused.
"Shut up!" he yelled.
"Gladly!" she replied.
The both turned to look out their own window, crossed their arms, and mumble "brat" under their breath at the same time. Mitchie rolled her eyes.
****Unintentionally In Love: A Smitchie Story****
"Hey Cait!" Mitchie chuckled nervously into the receiver. She glared at Shane from across the room. "Are you dating anyone?" She bit her lip.
"Hey Mitch!" he best friend greeted, and by the sound of her voice it was clear she was grinning. "And you know me! I'm too busy to date! Why?"
"Oh, no reason" Mitchie inhaled. "It's just, my boyfriend and I were recalling how we met" she glared at Shane some more. "And um, we remembered that I was your bridesmaid, in your wedding."
Caitlyn laughed. "No way! Really?"
"Yep" Mitchie faked enthusiasm.
"So, who's the lucky guy that gave me a ring?" Caitlyn asked.
"Nate Black" Mitchie answered. Then she heard a loud clang. Caitlyn had dropped the phone.
Well, this just got interesting. Hmmm, what will happen next? What's nate's reaction?
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