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Chapter 7:

A few months had passed since Steve had returned to his daughter and Shane was beginning to see through his scheme. He had noticed how Steve more often than not had some sort of 'problem' that needed to be fixed and would act like he didn't want to ask Mitchie for it. Shane was sure that Steve really needed money, but he had a feeling that it was not for the purposes that he had mentioned when asking for it. It broke his heart to destroy Mitchie's dream of a perfect family and a dedicated father, but he had to tell her. He had once tried to tell her about his gut-feeling, but she had brushed it off and told him to please give her father a chance because she really wanted their relationship to work out.

He swallowed. This is it...

"Mitch? Can we talk?" he started, making her eye him worriedly.

"Sure, is everything okay?"

"Well, that depends on your point of view... anyways, I really hoped that I wouldn't have to talk to you about this, because I know how much it means to you and I hate seeing you sad, but.."

"But what? Shane you're rambling, what's going on?" Mitchie asked getting more worried by the second.

"I'm sorry... uhm, I think we need to talk about your dad..." he trailed off, cursing himself for not getting to the point.

"What about him? Has something happened?"

"Mitchie, have you noticed how often he comes to ask for money?" Shane asked gently.

"Yeah, but what is he supposed to do when he needs it and can't ask anybody else?"

"Don't you think it's a little suspicious that in the past four months that he's been here, his car needed to be fixed, as well as his kitchen, that he lost his watch and also couldn't pay his rent on his own," he listed.

"Shane! He needed the money 'cause his job doesn't pay well and he counted on inheriting my grandparents money, who instead donated it to a foundation without telling him! And you know very well that a car can break down easily! What are you suggesting? That he's only pretending to get my money?!" she shouted angrily.

"Mitch, please calm down... I only wanted to tell you what I think, because I don't like to lie to you! I want to see you happy, but what if I'm right?! It would hurt you even more if more time has passed! We should at least hire a private investigator and if I'm wrong I won't ever mention it again," he said, trying to stay calm.

"A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR?! Are you out of your mind?! I'm not doing that! That is my father we are talking about!"

"I'm perfectly fine, thank you very much! And right now I feel like you're out of your mind! I'm not the bad guy, I just want to make sure that you're not being used!" he said with a raised voice, now angry as well.

"Oh, so now I'm stupid or what?! Shane, you're being unfair, just because you don't like him, you don't have to accuse him. Right now you're the one who's hurting me," she said, tears coming to her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't trust him, he used you and your mom for money once, who says he's not going to try it again, after all he didn't even get his parents money. I just want you to think about what I told you okay? Right now I'm really not in the mood to argue with you," he said, turning his back to her while putting on his jacket and leaving the apartment.

At first Mitchie was angry at Shane for even suggesting that her own father was only using her and for asking her to hire a freaking private investigator, but the more she thought about her anger, the sadder she grew. She had never fought this badly with Shane since her first summer at Camp Rock and she missed him already. The thought of her father betraying her seemed ridiculous, but the more she tried to tell herself that everything was alright and that Shane would soon forget about it, the more she had to think of Shane's words: "He used you and your mom for money once, who says he's not going to try it again, after all he didn't even get his parents money." It wasn't as if Shane had no good reasons for questioning her father's motives and maybe, just maybe his accusations weren't that ridiculous and maybe, just maybe they had only seemed ridiculous to her because she didn't want to believe them...

Two hours later, Shane returned to their apartment, hoping that Mitchie had calmed down.

"Mitchie? I'm home," he called out.

"In here," he heard her voice from the bathroom.

He opened the door and found Mitchie in the bathtub, taking a bubble bath.

"Hey," she said quietly, offering him a smile that said 'I'm sorry'.

"Hey," he replied.

"Wanna join me?" she asked him. He was surprised, but agreed with a nod of the head and started undressing. Meanwhile Mitchie had moved forward to make more room for Shane. He climbed in and sat behind her, pulling her to his chest.

"I thought about what you said and I think maybe we should really hire that P.I.," she admitted.

Shane kissed her head "It's going to be okay, maybe I'm wrong after all, I just wanna make sure, that you're not gonna be hurt."

"I know and I get that now. Thank you for looking out for me," she said and turned her head to kiss him. "I love you," she murmured and kissed him again, this time more passionate, making him pull her closer.

"I love you, too Mitch. So much," he said between kissed that were turning more and more passionate.

His hands were tangled in her hair, while he lightly bit down on her lower lip, making her moan quietly. Mitchie's hands were on his muscled chest, when he slid his tongue over her lips, asking for entrance, which she gladly gave. Soon their tongues were battling for dominance, their hands moving around - Mitchies arms were around his neck,stroking the back of his head, while Shanes hands were gripping her waist, gently massaging her ribcage and slowly nearing her breasts. Mitchie let out yet another moan, when Shane started sucking on her neck.

They were both panting heavily, when they looked in each others eyes, darkened with desire.

"I think we should take this to the bedroom," Shane said in a ragged voice, carrying her out of the room, not caring that they were leaving a trail of water on the floor.