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A/N: Thank you to the loyal readers! You inspire me everyday! Even though I didn't get five reviews, the two I got made me so happy I felt I could not disappoint the people who do the only simple thing I ask, and go above and beyond with their reviews... so without further adue, here we go (one more time, everybody's feeling fine, here we go now - yes yes yes here we goooo, NSYNC has got the flowwww!)... haha. ;D

Mitchie sat a little stunned, her face streaked with tears, taking in everything he said, but finding it hard to comprehend; or maybe just not wanting to believe what he just told her.

"Mitchie, please speak to me, I'm sorry... Are you okay?" He asked clearly very concerned as tears had welled in his eyes as well.

Mitchie struggled to find the words to say, "I... I just need some time to take this in and think about it..." She said her voice cracking.

"I'm so sorry Mitchie... I didn't mean for any of this to ever hurt you..." he said reaching out a hand to lay on her arm.

Mitchie shrugged it away getting to her feet, unsteadily. "Shane, please... I-I think I just need to be alone. I need time to think. I can't talk to you right now... I can't bewith you right now..." Mitchie said, tailing off the last sentence, as she choked back more tears, finding the words hard to say. Was she really dumping Shane Grey?

"Mitchie... please..."

Mitchie cut him off. "Shane, I-I just can't deal with you right now. Just give me some time to think about this... and us."

Mitchie walked off the dock, leaving Shane in his pain and misery.

"You know what always use to help you when you felt this down?" A voice said softly.

Shane turned as a tall slender girl walked out into the moonlight from the woods.

"Danielle, please... you've done enough, isn't this getting a little old? You already accomplished what you wanted... else else could you possible do?"

"Oh, Shane... you think I really wanted to see you like this?"

"Yeah, wouldn't be so far fetched..."

"I have something for you... and I know it will make you feel better..." Danielle pulled a bag around her that she had been hiding behind her and sat down handing it to him.

Shane reached out taking the bag and opening it. He reached inside and pulled out two zip lock baggies and a gallon sized Sunny D bottle, which obviously had been filled with some clear liquid.

He looked up at her to find her grinning back at him. "What have you got to loose?" She replied to his expression calmly.

"Nothing that I haven't already..." He said looking down at the contraband next to him on the dock.

Danielle reached over taking one baggie, and pulled a piece of rolling paper from her pocket in which she carefully placed some of the marijuana leaves rolling the joint with natural skill. She pulled a lighter from her pocket and lit up, holding in the smoke until her lungs burned and exhaling slowly, handing the joint and lighter to Shane. Shane stared at the items in his hand, feeling the pain of what happened a few moments ago fill him. There was only one thing he knew to do to get rid of the awful pain and heart ache: get totally fucked up. He lit up, putting the joint to his mouth slowly inhaling, filling his lungs to capacity. He closed his eyes, holding the smoke in then slowly releasing it, the pain leaving his body with the smoke.

Danielle and Shane passed the joint back and forth, feeling their spirts lift with the high they were obtaining. Shane reached for the Sunny D bottle. Not knowing what it was, he open the cap and with no hesitation lifted it to his lips downing a few gulps of the liquid.

"Grey Goose." He slurred a little, "You remembered..." He said before lifting the jug once again and taking a few more gulps.

His body felt warm all over as he felt the vodka and pot beginning to take control, passing the bottle to Danielle's eager hands. She too, then lifted the bottle and downed quite a bit of the substance inside as well, then passing it back to Shane.

"Chug, chug, chug, chug!" She cheered as he began throwing back as much as he could.

She leaned into him laughing as him put the bottle back between them.

"But tha bessst is yet to cooome!" She said, sing-song like in her intoxicated speech.

Danielle reached for the other baggie, as Shane lit up another joint, enjoying his high. She opened the baggie and pour some of it's content's onto the flat surface of the overturned canoe, then drawing out a credit card and diving the powdery substance into four thin, white lines: two for her, and two for Shane. She then took tow dollars from her pocket and rolled them into thin tubes, handing one two Shane.

"Wan uh go firrst?" She asked taking the joint from Shane and indulging in it herself.

"Id be muyah plee shure." She slurred, a grin on his face, with half closed eyes.

He took the rolled dollar to one nostril and plugged the other with his finger, leaning over the canoe on his knees and stiffing up the first line of the drug. He sat back up closing his eyes with his head slightly tilted back sighing in his bliss before leaning back over and taking the other line.

When he finished he sat back against the canoe and sucked on the joint while Danielle did what he had just done. He rolled his head to the side looking at her. "Youuu lok soohh sec sey."

Danielle leaned over and laid a light kiss on his lips. He grabbed he and pulled her into a deep make-out. He picked her up stumbling uphill, with the bag in tow. He made it to his cabin, flipping the light switch and kicking the door shut before carying her over to his bed and falling on to it with her. He ripped off her shirt and pants quickly, discarding his as well, kissing her furiously all over her body. He disposed of the bra and lace thong before disposing of his own boxers. She took him into her mouth, as he guided her hand with his hands, moaning, before she finished allowing him then to please her.

They continued this for a while then her entered her for drunken, drugged, rough sex. She screamed for him to go harder and faster, until they both climaxed. They then fell asleep together.

The next thing he remembered the sun was shinning in the cabin and there was a hysterical, shocked, weeping, Mitchie in the doorway. He looked next to him where Danielle lay, awake but obviously not confused, with a secret grin on her face.

Mitchie looked at the baggies and bottle thrown on the floor and pointed at them then looked up at Shane.

"You changed huh?!" She screamed. "You really had me. Then I come over here to tell you I forgiven you and this is what I find?! You and her in bed and druggies and alcohol strewn across the room?! You know what Shane?! FUCK YOU! Don't you ever talk to me again. You haven't changed one bit!" She spat. "Fuck you, Shane!" She screamed once in tears before turning and slamming the door as she left running.

Shane sat confused about the whole situation... he didn't even know what happened last night... but the evidence was not a good sign...

Oht-oh Shane! You've done it now... how are you doing to explain this one? What about if Brown finds out? Can he fix this? This chapter was intense! lol. I need more reviews please!