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I had the story up for no more than 30 mins and I already had reviews, alerts, faved authors, faved stories, etc. For my one shot and this story. Thank you guys so much! It means a lot! Sorry if this chapter is a bit short, but I'm leaving for camp tomorrow, and won't be back until Friday. I'll try to write during camp and I'll have at least one-two chapter(s) up again before I leave for somewhere on Friday. I'll tell you guys everything when I get back. But this sucks, I won't be able to listen to my beloved JoBros for the whole time I'm there. Maybe. ;) We have to make our own music. AHH! Anyway, I'll blast the JoBros when I get home and get you guys as much as I can!
I love you all!
Crossing Roads With A Rock Star
Chapter 2:
The First Call
"Wake up," Mitchie heard someone faintly say, she opened up and a foggy mother was right in front of her. "We're home."
"Hmm," Was all she said in reply. She touched her necklace gently and smiled. She picked up her guitar in her case and her two bags and stepped out of the van. She looked up at the house. She wondered how she was going to get used to sleeping at home instead of a cabin all the time.
She walked up to the door as her father opened it. "Dad!" She shouted and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled and hugged his daughter back. She let go, smiling. He quickly noticed the gleaming piece around her neck.
"Thats a nice thing you got there. When did you get such a thing? And how did you afford it?" Her dad quizzed, clearly not excited when figuring it probably came from a boy.
She looked down at it.
"Oh, this?" She held up the pendant. "It...It came from a friend. I'm sorry Dad – I can't talk right now, I'm really tired and need to get things unpacked." She avoided the subject for now, kissed his cheek and ran up the stairs before he could hold her back.
Connie came in to see him looking at Mitchie eagerly bounce up the stairs. He turned to her. Without saying anything she knew what he was asking.
"I'll tell you later," was all she said.
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In her room Mitchie plopped her bags onto her bed and slid her other bag off her shoulder. She looked at the phone next to her bed and laughed as a bright red "1" flashed. She knew immediately it was from Shane, because her dad never picked up the phone when it wasn't someone they didn't know. She pressed the play button.
"Ahh, I see how it is," Shane's voice echoed.
"Who you talking to?" Jason could be heard in the background.
"Shut up, you moron! I'm trying to leave a message!" Shane snapped back. Mitchie giggled.
"Sorry. Anyway – I thought I'd try your home phone first. You aren't avoiding me again are you?" he laughed slightly. "I know you aren't, you're probably still on the road. Anyway – call me any chance you get Mitchie, if I have to spend another hour on this bus with Nate and Jason and not having your voice, I'll go insane," Shane ranted.
"Aw, that's so...stupid," Nate teased in the background.
"Shut up! I'm not finished and the recording will probably stop so-" Recording too long, message stopped.
Mitchie laughed out loud then realized her dad was probably home hearing them record when they called. Her dad could never stand the fact of boys being around her daughter. How would he react when he found out she was gone for less than a month and had a boyfriend? And that he was famous and she'd barely get to see him? Not to mention how over protective her father is and is so worried about her heart being broken. Long distance relationships are not highly talked about as happy stories...
Oh well, they'd all find out in time.
Mitchie's mom knocked on her door then opened it slightly. "Can I intrude?"
Mitchie nodded with a grin. Her mom stepped in and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the bed and motioned for Mitchie to sit next to her.
"So, you heard his message huh?" Connie said with a smug smile.
Mitchie laughed. "Yes, I did. I almost feel sorry for him, after all he's told me about his band members." Her mom simply handed her phone to her.
"Why are you handing me this?" She asked. Her mom just nodded, signaling for her to look. She opened the screen and saw that it had 6 voicemails. Mitchie turned to her mom and laughed.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know he would call that much, honestly!" Mitchie couldn't help but grin knowing how much he wanted to talk to her.
"Well you can sit right here soon and listen to each one and call him back, but hurry before he calls again," Connie told her daughter. "Sweetie," she began a serious conversation.
"You know how your dad feels about you and boys right?" Connie quizzed.
"Yes, Mom. But in all honesty, I think this might be good for him. I'm fifteen, and boyfriends are perfectly normal. I'm not getting married or anything," Mitchie replied, knowing where her mother was going.
It was her mother's turn to smile. She has grown so much.
"I know, but it's not me. It's your father. Want me to explain to him for you? Who knows how harsh he may get if you talk to him right now," Connie asked, running her hand through her daughter's hair.
"No, I'll tell him soon enough. It's best coming from Daddy's little girl." Mitchie smiled.
Her mom kissed the top of her head and told her, "It's 11:00. You've got about an hour left to do what you need to do," Her mom wished her good night and left.
Mitchie looked down at her mother's phone. She played every voicemail, which always had Shane yelling at his band mates, and being cut off by the length of it. By the time she was done, she got out the paper Shane gave her and unfolded it, reading it for the first time.
Okay, let's cut straight to this – I know you wanna call me, you know you wanna call me, so here it is.
He had a LOT more contact numbers than she did.
Home.
Cell.
Cell#2.
Studio.
Studio#2.
Studio#3.
Manager.
Office.
'He has two cell phones? Three studios? Geez.' Was all Mitchie thought at the moment.
Try them in that order. Don't be afraid to go down the list until you finally get a hold of me. If anyone asks just say you are Mitchie Torres, and they should let you through. I have to warn you, the farther down you get the ruder the people get. ;)
She couldn't help but laugh noticing that his own cell phone number – or should I say numbers – were below his home on the friendliness list.
Remember.
I get moody when I don't get what I want. ;)
I love you.
-Shane
She grabbed her home phone and took a deep breath and dialed his home phone number. The paper in her hand slightly shook and she wondered if Shane felt the same way when he first tried to call her.
"Hello?" A slightly cheery female voice on the other line answered.
"Um...Hi. This is Mitchie Torres and Um...I just wondering if I could talk to Shane?"
Mitchie soon realized it was probably a little sister answering because she heard in a sing-songy voice:
Oh Shaaane!
Then the little girl suddenly turned aggressive.
GET YOUR FAMOUS ARSE DOWN HERE! YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS ON THE PHONE!
Wow. Good news spreads fast in his family?
She heard loud footsteps on the line as Shane probably ran down some really long stairs.
"Hello." He said simply, not as much as a greeting.
"I got your – Er – Seven? Messages," Mitchie told.
"Huh? I'm pretty sure I called 9 times..." Shane joked.
"Shane! Stop running up our phone bill!" Mitchie cried.
He chuckled. "A long phone bill is part of the Shane Gray package. It was mentioned with the good hair and the list of requirements." He joked again.
"Oh. Well I never do read instruction booklets," She warned.
"Hm, then you should read the part where it mentions how cranky I get when someone I want takes forever to call back," Shane warned back.
"Aw, too bad theres not a setting to change that," They continued with their conversation.
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"Hm, where did you say you live again?" Shane asked.
"Why do you want to know?" She replied, teasingly.
"I want to make sure I'm looking through the right window at night," He chuckled. Joking never stopped for him.
"Shane!" Mitchie shouted. "Wait – my room is on the second floor..."
"I'll figure something out," He replied.
She giggled. "Anyway – answering your question, I live in Plainfield, New York."
"Hm..." He seemed to be pondering something.
"About how far away is New York, NY from you?" Shane inquired.
"Um...I'm not sure. About 45 mins. But thats a guesstimation. Why?" Mitchie answered, confused. (A/N: I honestly do not know this, and I had to get help just thinking of a city. If anybody does know the correct time, please, feel free to correct me. :) )
"Nothing. We're doing a CD signing there in about two weeks and I wanted to see you but, you might not be interested..." Shane teased.
"Aw, don't say that. I go back to school on Monday, so two weeks should be good. But you gotta get over yourself Rock Star, we've only been apart for about 6 hours." Mitchie pointed out.
"I knooow." Shane whined. "But it's still two whole weeks away."
Mitchie smiled. "You know you can call me anytime you wish. Any time after 3 starting after Monday. If you don't call me first I'll call you. Sound good?"
"Hm, I guess." He sighed.
"Don't be so depressed. We'll see each other soon enough. Anyway, I have to go. I haven't unpacked a single thing and I've only got about 30 mins and I need a shower. I'll call you tomorrow," She felt said that she had to go.
"Mitchie, don't tell me that you're getting in the shower, I'm a guy and those things don't cope well in my mind," He whined.
She knew what he was saying and couldn't help but laugh. Loudly. "Well, thats just too bad. Don't let your hormones overpower you too much. Anyway, I've gotta go. I love you."
She could feel him smile brightly on the other side.
"I love you too," was all he said before she hung up. She unpacked and went to take a shower, then laid in bed with a grin on her face. She has never been able to hold a conversation like that with any guy. She knew that around Shane she could be who she is behind her shy shell, and that he would love her all the same.
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"Did you have fun talking to your giiirlfriend, Shane?" His 9-year-old sister Becca teased.
"Yup. Oh, and don't worry, I'll be sure to invade your conversations too when you have a boyfriend you really like," Shane taunted.
"Ew!" The little girl screeched. "I'm never having a boyfriend, boys are gross!" She shouted, running to her room.
He simply smiled at his naive little sister.
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, even though it was extremely short. I'm off to bed now guys. I'll check up again in the morning to see if anybody has any suggestions for me to write about while I'm gone :)
I'm sorry to those of you who liked how the story started and want updates, but now I'm telling you I'm leaving. I'm so sorry!
(I would've had it started earlier if FanFiction didn't make you wait 2 days after signing up to submit something!)
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G'night guys, busy week ahead.
BlobFish (Sarah)