Yay another update. I got a rush of ideas for this story so I had to write. The next update should be for Things Left Unsaid, because that chapter is written in a notebook but needs to be typed, then True Love Has Signed In, because that one still only has one chapter. Thanks you guys for reviewing though. I love mah reviewers. :D

Crossing Roads With A Rock Star

Chapter 6:

The Escape

"Yeah it's me. Yeah they're totally fine with it. I can't wait either. Yes I'm sure. Um...no I'll get a ride myself. Okay. Oh and one more thing. Do you think you can find out for me how long it will take to get to New York? Okay that works – thanks. See you Friday. Love you too."

Mitchie hung up the phone with her boyfriend with a smile. The smile then changed to a frown. what was she doing? She looked at the phone and considered calling him back and telling him it was a lie and explaining herself – because she promised to never lie to him again. She pressed the talk button then began to think. What if she called him back? Would he be angry with her for lying to him again, but happy that she decided to come clean before it was too late? Or would he totally understand? Or would he be mad at her for flat out everything? She threw the phone down on the floor in defeat, not taking the risk and decided to go through with the whole thing. Man – love makes you do crazy things. But how in the hell was she going to pull it off?

She hadn't even thought about it yet. she acted without thinking and now shes going to New York...or she had to. Who was going to drive her? What would she tell her parents? Money? Hiding it from Shane? She knew she couldn't tell him, because he would just send her back home immediately, because he pretty much told her on the phone call before dinner that sneaking her way over 200 miles isn't the greatest idea in the world. She turned over, grabbed her pillow and let out some loud noise that was a combination of a scream, a growl, and a groan. She heard a knock on her door so she lifted the pillow and looked up to see her mom looking in the doorway.

"Sweetie? You okay?" She asked, had witnessing the scene of her and the pillow.

"Yeah," Mitchie sighed, setting the pillow down. She looked at her feet instead of her mother to prevent her from blurting out her guilt. She thought that if it looked like she wanted to be alone, her mom would leave. But she didn't. She felt some weight shift next to her on the bed and her mom sigh loudly.

"I heard you on the phone," she said. Mitchie looked straight to her mom in shock. She had no idea what to do except break down apologizing.

"Mom, I'm so sorry I-" Mitchie said quickly before Connie cut her off.

"Sorry? For what?" Connie almost chuckled. "Do you think you should apologize to me because I heard you start breaking the news to Shane?" Mitchie eye's got a bit big then she stared back at her feet, realizing her mother had left before Mitchie said her plans. She wanted to avoid eye contact now in case of accidental guilt.

"Uhm...No," Mitchie said. "I'm sorry you had to listen to me cry, thats embarrassing," Mitchie made up, shifting her eyes, hoping it would work. Her mother wrapped her arm around her in a hug.

"Relax, I gave you your privacy," she then let go. "And to get your mind off of it...maybe this weekend we could do something? You know like shopping or something, you know a little mother-daughter bonding-" Mitchie cut her off.

"No!" she said loudly, her mother jolted a bit shocked, then switched her expression to confused. Way to go, smart one. "Uhm...what I mean by no is...I've already made other plans..." Yeah thats it. Good. Mitchie had to make something up on the spot, and quick. She stared down so her mother couldn't watch her expressions and tell she was lying.

"That fast?" her mother chuckled. "How?" Smooth move.

"Well...Sierra. She uhm...she invited me to come with her family to a lake this weekend," Yeah, you're going "to the lake." Mitchie shifted her eyes again unsure of her mother's reaction, wanting the voice in her head to shut up.

"Well she couldn't have asked you just now considering you just got off the phone," Her mom didn't catch on. What you going to do now, smart one?

"Ah...right. Well she asked me earlier this week. Before I knew that Shane wanted me to come to New York this weekend. I told her sure so I guess you can say I'm still going with her," I'm impressed. Mitchie finally looked up. "If thats okay?" Connie smiled.

"Of course it is. I'm sure your Dad won't say no to Sierra. Which lake is it?" Oh this keeps getting better and better. Connie asked curiously.

"Shut up!" Mitchie said to the little voice in her head, the mini-Mitchie who held all the innocent "You can't do this!" Act. Connie looked insulted. "No! Mom, I didn't mean you..." Mitchie smacked her forehead.

"Hun, are you okay?" She asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mitchie said. "I'm just, a bit frazzled about everything thats going on...thats all," Mitchie thought that if she lied much more her nose wouldn't fit in her room. Connie nodded when the home phone rang. Mitchie picked it up from her bed.

"Hello? Oh, Hi Sierra. One second." Mitchie looked over at her mother and her mother put her hands up and walked out of her bedroom. Mitchie then leaned back in her bed.

"Okay, sorry about that," Mitchie began. "Listen, can you do me a huge favor?"

"Sure, what is it?" Sierra shifted the phone to her other shoulder, trying to stay comfy while studying.

"I'm not quite sure...I need to figure it all out, but I know you'll have to play a big part in it...uhm...can I call you back?" Mitchie rubbed her head, as Sierra agreed and hung up. Mitchie then brought out a notebook and began a full plan, writing it down in case she forgot. After 30 minutes she looked at her notebook to see what she said.

Operation: Get Myself To New York Because My Dad Said No

a.k.a GMTNYBMDSN

Way to get there: Cousin Anne?

Mitchie then considered if she really wanted her cousin driving her. Sure, she was a die hard Connect 3 fan...but thats what scared her. If she found the real reason which she KNEW she would have to explain to her, she'd probably ask for a lock of hair or something from each of them, or tickets or some other thing. But she was really cool and was able to drive. She was her closest relative. She decided she would. Next.

Alibi: Going to Sierra's for the weekend for a lake trip with her family

Money for gas/food/etc.: Savings?

Okay that sounded stupid. She had about what – 20 dollars in savings? She picked up her box from under her bed and had about 21 dollars. She sighed and convinced herself it would have to work. Maybe get a couple dollars from her parents saying for the lake trip? She realized that Connect 3 was a valuable source of money...but she didn't want to use them. She left the question mark by it and left that for later.

Needs: Pack weekends worth of clothing and other items.

She thought she was basically done. She'd have to lie the rest of the way. After making a lot of phone calls, she was set.

--

It was Friday night. Mitchie had just got finished getting dressed and she sighed. Her cousin Anne was coming over at 5 and it was now 4:30. It would take about 4 and a half hours to get there. They were staying at Anne's friend's house, which was pretty big. Mitchie kept pacing in her room, her stomach in knots. In about 30 minutes she would be on her way to New York, though her parents thought otherwise. She then thought about how easier it would have been to just wait until the next weekend to go, but she had to be difficult and let her feelings overpower her and go this weekend. She just kept pacing, then Connie opened the door.

"Mitchie?" she asked, seeing her daughter pacing.

"Eyah," she said, shaking and jolting at the sound of her name, turning to the one who said it.

"Are you okay?" Connie said.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit nervous about the trip," Mitchie said nervously. Her mom laughed.

"Honey, it's only to the lake. you don't have to be all jittery. When did Sierra's mom say she was going to be here?" Connie comforted.

"Five." Mitchie said loudly. "Five o clock. Thats about 30 minutes away," she said followed by a nervous laugh. "Then I'll be on my way to the lake house...with her family...to spend my weekend there," she kept talking out of nerves. She admits that she has always been a goody-goody when it came to following the rules...so this voice in her head taunting her every word was making her more nervous than she had to be. 4 and a half hours on the road. She kept thinking about the conversation Shane and her had that day over the phone.

"I can't wait to see you in person again," Shane said excitedly.

"Yeah. Me too," she sounded less than thrilled.

"Mitch, is something wrong?" he said, his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, just some silly thoughts," she laughed awkwardly.

"Like what?" Shane was curious.

"Like, what if I had to sneak out or something?" she added a chuckle to sound more convincing. He was silent. "Like...if I did that and got caught or something, and I couldn't come."

"Well that would be bad," he finally spoke up.

"Why?"

"Well, simply because everything was set the moment you said that you could come. It would be impossible to cancel it and if it did happen, we couldn't move it back. Good thing your Dad said yes though, right? I'm surprised he did," Shane laughed, too high on his kite that Mitchie was not far from him and on her way to notice she was hinting at something. She faked a laugh too.

"Yeah," she paused and got quieter. "Good thing, huh?"

Remembering that made it even worse. What if she did get caught, who knows how long it would be until they saw each other again? She sighed, thinking this wasn't going to be as great as she thought, she thought she would just go there and have a good time with her boyfriend and her friends, but she would have to lie to them and worry the whole weekend about keeping it a secret. She fell back to ground when her home phone rang. She answered it quickly.

"Hello?" Mitchie said cautiously.

"Hey girl!" Anne shouted. "Get your butt down here, you've got a rock star to see!"

"Okay, on my way down," she almost smiled. She grabbed her bags and began down the steps.

"Do you want me to help you carry them to to car?" Connie asked, even though she only had one suitcase.

"No!" Mitchie shouted. Then attempted a smile. "I got it. And Sierra's mom is in a hurry and if you see her all you'll do is talk." Connie opened her mouth to protest but smiled knowing she was right. Without looking much at them, she kissed both her parents, and went outside to Anne honking. She threw her bags in the back and sat shotgun to her cousin. She hugged her tightly as soon as she got in.

"Hey girl!" She said, smacking on her gum. Mitchie attempted to smile at her cousin. She was great but the crazy party type. She had mid-length blond hair that was wavy, and perfectly tan skin. She was always smacking on gum and smiling while wearing too much lip gloss and her eyes coated in some color of eyeshadow and eye liner. She had green eyes and tops that were way too tight for her. She was wearing a tight white shirt with a vest over it, and a short skirt with small leggings under it and heels. She was dressed like she was going to a party - or if Mitchie was right - got right back from one. She pulled out of her space and sped down the street. 215 miles and 4 and a half hours of Anne. Great.

--

"And then he as like "Your legs are amazing" and I was like "You think so?" and he goes "Yeah." And OH EM GEE he was SOO hot. You know right?" Anne looked over at her cousin who was glancing out the window, completely unconnected to her conversation. She sighed. "Okay cuz, spill. You've been really depressing, whats wrong?" Mitchie looked over to check if she was smiling. She wasn't so she knew she was being serious. She let out a yawn and shifted in her seat.

"Just, I don't know why I'm doing this," she leaned back, staring at the upholstery above her.

"Pfft, I do. Shit Mitchie – sometimes you are too innocent for your own good," she said, flicking some hair from her face. Mitchie looked over to her to see her smiling a gentle smile. "You've got a boyfriend out there who you love, and he loves you, and you are going to see him because your Dad was a bitch and said no. Theres nothing wrong with doing this for someone you love," she said, shaking her head with a smile that suggested that she was an expert. She's done crazy things for "love" she guessed. Mitchie sighed and continued looking out the window.

"I know but I shouldn't have to go through all this to see my boyfriend, should I?" she asked.

"Oh PAHLEASE. Of course you do. You wanna know why? Because! Just because I know! you do stupid things when you're drunk but you do even stupider things when you're in love," Mitchie looked over at her with a "What the hell?" look while she was just staring with a nod and scrunched up grin that said "I'm about 50 percent sure I'm right." Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"But is that a good thing? I mean if we were supposed to be together wouldn't God like...let us be together easily...I just DON'T GET IT!" Mitchie half-whispered half-yelled. Anne sighed and went back to smacking her gum and driving, not smiling. Mitchie realized after about 10 minutes of silence it wasn't normal for Anne to be silent. She looked at the clock and it said 8:30. "Okay, you win." Mitchie said. Anne smiled, knowing she had convince Mitchie that doing this was a good thing. Mitchie couldn't help but smile.

--

"Mitch, wake up!" Anne said. They were parked at a gas station. Anne had opened the side door and Mitchie was asleep in the passenger seat. Anne kept shaking her but she barely moved except to shift a bit. Anne got angry. She put her hands on her hips and walked into the store. She purchased a bottle of water and walked out. She opened the cap and poured its contents onto the top of Mitchie's head with a smirk. Mitchie sputtered and stood upright, holding her hands up with an open mouth.

"What the HELL. ANNE!" she screamed at her cousin who was holding an empty water bottle and laughing. "What was that for?!" She screeched. Some guys in the parking lot were laughing.

"You were the one who wouldn't get up," she shrugged innocently. "Now get out," she shoved her. "This is the last place we are stopping until New York and if you piss in my car I won't be happy," she said, throwing the water bottle down to the pavement and letting it roll away. She walked in confident strides up to the store. Mitchie groaned and stood up, shaking her hair and her hoodie a bit. The top of her body was wet and so was her hoodie. She took it off to be only in the tank top underneath. Some guys hanging around the store started whistling. Mitchie looked over at them with disgust and they just laughed. She threw her hoodie in the car and began to walk to the store. As she placed her hand on the door to go inside she felt a hand grab her arm. She turned to see one of the guys smirking and holding onto her.

"Hey babe. Why you gotta hide under that hoodie?" he looked Mitchie up and down which only made her even more disgusted as she tried to pull away. He grabbed both her arms then.

"Let go...of me," she struggled while his friends just stood there cheering him on. He began pulling her towards him and she did the most logical thing she could think of. She used her knee as a weapon. You could probably figure out where. She guy released his grip as she slid away and stormed into the store, flaming with anger. She found her cousin and almost passed her before she was grabbed and tuned around to face her cousin.

"Mitchie!" she shouted. "Whats wrong?"

"Everything. I'm lying to the people I care about, I'm getting checked out and touched by stupid guys on the sidewalk, I'm tired and hungry, and I'm having a terrible time when I should be excited," tears threatened to fall and she began to wipe them away.

"Aw, Mitch," her cousin pulled her into a hug. "It'll get better," she let go. "I promise. Okay?" she said, holding onto her shoulders. Mitchie nodded and wiped her eyes again. Her cousin smiled.

They grabbed some snacks and began walking out of the store, Mitchie walked out again to see the guy standing against the wall, she just began walking.

"Hey," the guy said, not noticing the blond near the door. He walked up to Mitchie and held her arm again, this time she jolted away.

"Leave me alone you piece of-" Michie began.

"Whoa, Hey babe don't get so mad at me. I'm a guy, I can't help myself," he said, looking her over again. "And nobody has ever told me no," he began getting closer to her as she backed away. She ran to the car and shut the door. He laughed on the outside and when he reached over to try and open the door, a girl had kicked him into the side of the car, crunching the middle of his backbone with the bottom of her boot.

"Leave my cousin alone, you dirtbag," she said fiercely, and Mitchie could tell she was refraining from using language. The guy turned around and laughed.

"Whoa, I was just being friendly. Don't get all fired up blondie," he tried to walk off, but the next thing he knew he was down on the pavement get smashed by the same boot but by his chest.

"Oh, this is me only being protective. You don't want to see me fired up, because I will put a scar on your body of my name. I've lived in New York all my life, and I know how to deal with you," She warned, then lifted her boot to watch him stumble off to his crowd of friends.

Anne walked over and got into the car while Mitchie stared, open-mouthed smiling.

"What?" Anne asked, noticing her expression.

"Man you were a jerk. I loved it!" She said, leaning back as she shouted loved it and grinning. Anne smiled and started up the car as they got back on the road.

--

"We're here!" Anne said excitedly, throwing her arms up and getting out of the car. Mitchie looked at the huge house in front of them.

"Whoa," was all she said as she walked out. She looked at the clock and it said about 2 minutes until 10 o clock. A little bit later than she expected but she was at where she would be staying for the weekend. She reached in the back and picked up her bag along with her suitcase and rolled it out. Anne did as well, except she had a huge black bag and 2 large pink suitcases. Mitchie rolled her eyes at Anne's complexity as Anne rolled her eyes as Mitchie's simplicity.

"Hey Hey Hey!" An energetic girl greeted them at the door. This girl had brunette straight hair, long, Asian, and had very short shorts on along with a short top. She guessed these were her pajamas and was afraid of what her day clothing looked like. Her and Anne kissed along the sides of each other's face annoyingly as Anne rolled in with her stuff, feeling at home. Now the girl faced Mitchie and looked her up and down. "Oh my," she said. Mitchie shifted her eyes and grinned.

"Hi, I'm Mitchie," she said, holding her bags behind her. The girl went back to her happy mood.

"Hiya! I'm Monica!" She waved. A small chihuahua ran to the door in a pink sweater and barked. Mitchie just blinked disbelievingly at her Paris Hilton-ness. The girl picked up her dog. "Now Snuffles, be nice! Shes a friend of Anne's shes a friend of ours," She looked up with a grin. She put the dog down as it scurried back to it's expensive dog bed and glared at Mitchie. The girl held out her arms and took her in a hug. Mitchie felt awkward and the girl let go and turned around, running off. She sighed. Barely 5 minutes there and she had already dropped a couple IQ points. Then she giggled as she picked up her bags. Snuffles...no wonder it's so mean. She walked inside and Anne ushered her to a room. Mitchie guessed this would be the one they shared. It had purple wallpaper and twinkly lights. It had one bed and an air mattress on the floor. Anne placed her stuff on the bed and Mitchie groaned, placing her things next to the mattress. Anne rolled her eyes and switched spots with Mitchie.

"This trip is for you. Anyway, get lots of beauty sleep," she winked and left the room with a bag and she could hear laughing and music blasting from Monica's room. Mitchie plopped back and looked at the phone her mom let her take. She sent a text to Shane that said:

I'm here...but I'm stuck in hotel Airhead.

About 10 minutes later she got a reply.

Hang in there. At least until tomorrow.

Mitchie smiled and texted back.

I'll try. Hopefully "Mr.Snuffles" doesn't try to kill me in my sleep.

She smiled at the reply.

Who WOULDN'T kill with a name like that? Anyway, get some sleep. Until tomorrow. I love you.

Until Tomorrow. Love you too.

Mitchie set her phone back in her bag next to her bed and sighed. Until tomorrow. She would be lucky to make it to tomorrow, or even get asleep for that matter. Of course, she was happy...but the little monster named guilt kept laughing at her pain. She didn't know how she'd make it through the weekend staying in Hotel Airhead, lying to her boyfriend, and still try to have fun.

Oh yeah. Being a teenager IS the best years of your life.

Okay. kind of boring, lacks fluff and humor. I'm just a bit tired thats all. 3 AM when I finished this. I'm off to bed after posting. I'll be surprised if I can stay awake for spell checking and such...