Mitchie sat at the corner of the bar, simply blending into the background. She was happy this way. She wasnt in the mood of speaking with anyone anyway and hoped no fans came upto her asking for autographs or photos through out the night. Her Caipirinha remained untouced in front of her and her eyes remained glued onto the dark woodern table she was situated at, her mind completely consumed thinking of absolutely nothing. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden erruption of laughter from the table full of people surrounding her. She looked up to see Dana and Nates eyes staring at her. Danas eyes lingered at her for a couple more seconds before continuing the conversation she was having with Mitchies band members. Nates eyes lingered longer though, as if he had been watching her for a long time, and he remained unphased at being caught. He just continued staring.
Mitchie shrugged at him and waved her hand in front of his face. "Whats up, stud?" She playfully punched his arm. He looked down, nearly embarrassed and Mitchie took the first sip of her drink that night. They didnt have a show that day but their entire time was spent doing photoshoots for magazines, giving interviews to the local paper and doing a press conference. Mitchie spent the rest of her free time that day locked up in her room writing. She had been doing a whole lot of writing the past couple of days, songs she knew would never make it to the ears of the fans. Songs too intimate for her to share with anyone but herself, but they helped her in ways she could never explain.
She sat back on her seat, almost slouching as her extended hand held her glass on the table, her finger tips softly tapping the glass as if she were playing an instrument. Her eyes looked over at Dana who slid out of her seat and walked over to the small dance floor, nodding at Mitchie on her way out. Nate took the chance to grab a seat next to Mitchie, sliding down next her. She nodded at him, acknowledging his presnece next to her as her eyes wandered around the private part of the bar they had been seated at. It had been an hour everyone had arrived and she knew no one intended on going back to their hotel for a long time, until they were drunk out of their minds and had to be carried out to their vehicles. Good thing no one was driving.
Nate pulled his arm above Mitchies seat so that it was resting around her head and his hand fell loosely on her shoulders. Mitchie uncounciously calmed against his touch, her back almost leaning against his front as she remained glued to the seat she had occupied an hour ago. She was looking for inspiraion, not that she had a lack of any over the past months. She wanted to write, it was like a fetish, but she didnt want to write about what she had been writing about over the past, she didnt want to bring back her sadness so she looked around for inspiration after all it's presence is everywhere. It's fascinating how something so out of the ordinary can plant the most extra ordinary ideas into your head.
Everytime she looked anywhere, her attention was drawn towards the table at the far side of the room. Everyone was engrossed in conversation, laughing, smiling and enjoying themselves. She almost cringed at how happy everyone seemed, at how happy Shane seemed. It's not that she didnt want him happy, she did. She was mad that she couldnt be as happy as Shane showed he was even if she tried.
She never imagined his happiness would lie with someone else but her. It was always them together, ever since they met. They were either best friends or lovers, one of the two, happy with just being with each other. The last time she had seen him happy with someone else was when she was fourteen, that was seven years ago back when they were just best friends, but now seeing him with someone else seemed wrong but the thought of ever going back to him seemed even worse.
Shane unintentionally looked up, feeling a pair of eyes boring into his skull. His eyes instantly landed on Mitchie. The first thing his eyes noticed was his brother next to her - his brother sitting so confortable next to her with his arms around Mitchies shoulders, Nates fingers unconciously playing with the small strands of hair that fell over the front of Mitchies shoulders. The smile on Shanes lips from the fun conversation he had been having with his little group instantly faded. Mitchie didnt even notice that she was gawking at Shane until his eyes met hers and both of them seemed to have a showdown of their own, the people around them completely unaware of the silent conversation happening between the two once lovers.
Shane suddenly felt aware of his arm around Franchescas shoulders, the same way Nate had his arms around Mitchies. He suddenly felt awkward at Mitchie staring at him, as if she was reading every thought in his mind with no difficulty. He flinched at the thought of what if she could actually do that, but the anger radiating off of him stopped all thoughts in his mind. His eyes turned black and his jaw tightened as he watched the close proximity of Nate and Mitchie. Mitchie drpped her eyes at her table for a second before looking back at Shane, guessing he would have resumed his conversation with his friends once she gave up their staring game, but she was wrong. He was still staring, this time, fiercely. Shane's grip on his drink got tighter, he was sure the pressure was enough to break the glass, but he continued holding onto it.
Nate still seemed unaware of the glances Mithie and Shane were sharing as he continued speaking to Mitchie and Mitchie continued responseless, not really caring about what he was speaking of. She remained silent most of the time, just nodding occasionally to let Nate know she had not zoned out yet. Mitchie didnt even notice when Nates coarse fingertips lightly grazed the skin of her neck. It was unintentional and Nate seemed unaware of the movements of his fingers. But Shane was aware of every movement, every touch, every whisper and every glance Nate and Mitchie shared.
"Mitchie, are you even listening to-" Nate looked down at Mitchie sitting next to him, trying to figure out the reason behind her silence. He followed Mitchies line of vision, "Oh.." He breathed, his eyes ending on his brother. He suddenly became aware of where his fingers were, instantly stopping their movement even though Mitchie had never even noticed their presence on her skin. Shanes glare caused Nate to become stiff and at the same time Franchesca seemed to realize the absence of Shane from the conversation around the table. She gently placed her hand on Shanes thigh, looking upto him questioningly "Baby, hey, what's wrong?" She asked. Shane shook his head, moving his body to look down at his girlfriend and forcing a smile on his lips. "Nothing, I just zoned out." Franchesca nodded, slowly rubbing her palms on Shanes tigh soothingly, not completely buying his answer.
He couldnt help but look back at Mitchies table just for a second when he was sure everyones attention was no longer on him. He was almost dissapointed that the table that he had been eyeing for so long was now down two people. Mitchies band members were still situated on their seats but Nate and Mitchie seemed to be nowhere around the whole bar.
"I'm going to go with Mitchie." Shane added, not looking around for approval from either his or Mitchie family.
"No you are not." His father stated sternly. "Do you think this is a joke Shane?"
"Dad-"
"No, you listen to me. You have already gone too far into this. Mitchie is leaving tour, but you cant. Are you really that bent on ruining yours and your brothers careers. God knows what will happen when the news of Mitchie pregnancy gets to the media. Everyone will know that you couldnt stay true to your promise and god knows what else the media will dig out."
"I dont care what they say."
"Well, you better start caring young man!" His father yelled. Mitchie placed her hand on Shanes arm, her actions telling him to obey to his fathers demands. "This is no joke! Mitchie is carrying your baby, we are on a world tour, you and your brothers make the band. If one of you is missing then the show is cancelled. We cannot afford to cancel the tour. You have been enough of a dissapointment Shane and you will not dissapoint your fans or your family any further. Mitchie is going back to LA after tomorrows show. We'll take care of what we have to tell the fans, and as for the two of you.." He shook is head in dissapointment. "You two are getting married as soon as this tour ends."
When Mitchie pushed open the back exit of the bar, the cold wind made her feel almost light weighted. It was different from the warm, nearly stuffy atmosphere of the bar. She leaned against the hard brick wall and closed her eyes breathing in deeply. "As much as I'm flattered, Kid, you gotta stop salking me." She choked out, her eyes still closed, but fully aware of Nate who had follwed her out, standing next to her.
"Mitchie, I don't understand why you do it."
"Do what?" She asked, opening her eyes, her hands crossed around her chest already in defense.
"Why do you give Shane and Franchesca's relationship so much importance in your life that it upsets you?"
"What are you talking about Nate?" She replied, busying herself in lighting up a cigerette so that she wouldnt have to meet Nates knowing eyes.
"Oh, come on Mitchie. Dont even think of denying it." He said, his hand gently holding onto Mitchies arm. "Why do you keep looking at them and comparing their relationship to the one you had. It's never going to be the same."
"I'm not comparing anything to anyone!" She nearly yelled, surprising herself and Nate at the high pitch her voice held. "And it's not my fucking fault that your brother," she pointed "decided to parade with his new girlfriend on the tour that he knew I was on and kept her attached to his hip every second of the sun fucking shining day." She hissed, almost breathless at the end of the sentance. "It's not my fault that they're all lovely dovely with each other and he gets to hold someone every night and have all the pain washed away while I spend my days being miserable even when I fucking try to be happy. I just...ugh..." She screamed in frustration, dropping the unused cigerette on the concrete floor and running her hands through her dark hair. "Can he not be just a little considerate of my feelings? I just...whatever he can hate me and whatever the hell he pleases, he can be with whoever he wants, thats not my concern, but does he have to shove it in my face? Can he-"
Mitchie stopped breathless as Nates lips came crashing down on hers. It took her brain several seconds to register the fact that a) One of Nates hands was on her cheek while the other held her neck, preventing the back of her head from hitting the brick wall behind her b) Nate's lips were soft, and c) Nate was kissing her.
It took her a couple more seconds to recover from the initial shock and she cursed herself for almost liking the feeling of Nates sweet lips on hers.
She pressed her palms against his white v-neck, but before she could even gently push him away, Shanes voice did so. "Hey!" He barked, catching Mitchie and Nates attention. Theu pulled apart immideately, both breathless. Nates hands fell to his sides while Mitchies remained awkwardly held up as they turned their bodies to the direction of Shanes voice. "What's going on here?" He demanded, outraged at the little scene he had witnessed. Blood rushed to his face, turning it crimson, matching the same colour Nate and Mitchie's held. Theirs of embarrassment, but his was of anger. Shanes eyes were red and as his hands turned into fists, every vein on his arm seemed to bulge, his muscles bigger than Mitchie could remember. "What the fuck, Nate?" He yelled in outrage from his position at the door of the exit. "You're my brother you mother fucker! How could you do this to me, how could you kiss Mitchie!" They werent even given a seconds warning before Shane came plunging down on his brother, giving him a hit to his abdomen before sending him to the floor with one clear punch to his face.
Mitchie rushed to Nates aid,shocked as Nate held his already bruise forming face in his hands. "Nate, are you okay?" She asked in worry, supporting his back with her arm, helping him sit up. He remained silent for a couple of moments, removing his hand from his face as his eyes grew big and small trying to regain his posture. "Are you...let me see." She placed her fingers over his left eye which was now adorned by a black bruise. "What is wrong with you?" She flared at Shane who was hovering over the two of them with his hands still in fists. "How could you hit your brother? Who the hell are you? Nate are you okay?" She asked for the thrid time.
"Exactly. He's my brother, how could he do this to me?" Shane howled between gritted teeth, anger still radiating off him.
"What has he done to you?" She demanded.
"I...uh..I.."
"No, please tell me what the hell has he done to you. I would really like to know."
"He...I uh-"
"Exactly, Shane. He hasnt done shit to you. Now why dont you just hurry along and get back to spitting face with your girlfriend. Hurry, go...go, just leave!"
He still stood there though, with his knuckles turning white, watching the exchange between the two of them.
"I'm fine, Mitch. It's nothing, really...just a bruise. I'm okay." Nate assured as he got up, shaking away the little dizziness he had. "Just blacked out for a second, nothing else."
"It doesnt look like just a bruise, it's turning dark Nate, let me see." She held Nates face carefully, making sure not to cause any more damage as she examined his eye, ignoring Shanes presence right next to them.
"It's okay.." Nate assured, not so convincingly with one of his hands holding his eye. "Shane.." He said, slowly looking at his brother.
"Save it." Shane sneered.
"Forget it." Mitchie said, her face directed towards Shane. "People who dont want to understand will never understand. Don't waste your energy on them because in the end you'll know it wasnt even worth it." Sh hardned her face. "Lets get back to the hotel. I dont even wanna be here."
The ride back to the hotel was silent, the two brothers leaving Mitchie confused and angry. She decided it would be best for her to dissapear into her room while she made Nate promise he'd get his bruise checked out by one of the tour doctors already prestent at the hotel and also because she didnt want to be there when Nates parents would ask what the reason behind the bruise was. She was running away from the situation again, but it wasnt her fault that Nate decided to kiss her out of the blue.
After nearly an hour of aimlessly watching television in her room, Mitchie decided it would be safe to go see how Nate was doing. She knew no one had probably returned from the bar yet even though it was well past 1 am and was glad she wouldnt have to worry about bumping into Shane in the passageway.
"Hi.." She said timmidly as Nate opened the door.
"Uh...hi, Mitch." He looked tired and embarrassed by Mitchies presence at his door so late in the night.
Mitchie brushed past him, acting nonchalent to his uneasiness and making herself comfortable at the edge of Nates bed. "Oh um...okay.." Nate nodded, looking dumbstruk as he grabbed the ice pack he had abondened on his way to the door and took a seat next to Mitchie.
"So.." Mitchie dangled her feet over the bed, her eyes glancing towards the movie that was currently playing on Nates TV. "Hows the eye? You're gonna need a lot of make-up to cover that up for tomorrows show." She pointed.
"Ah.." Nate nodded, pressing the ice a little harder onto his throbbing eye. "I hate make-up" he mumbled. "Maybe I can like wear sunglasses through out the show and say I get blinded by the stage lights or something."
"Thats the dumbest thing I've ever heard leave your mouth, Kid."
"At least it makes me look bad-ass." He smirked. "The black eye and all.."
"Uh..no." Mitchie corrected him. "It makes you look like you got your ass kicked."
"So much for making me feel better." He smiled.
"You're brothers an ass." Mitchie stated, sliding her body backwards until it hit the beds head board.
Nate followed Mitchies actions warily, pressing his pillow against the head board to support his back. "So we've all kind of figured that one out."
"Why'd you kiss me Nate?"
Her bluntness caught Nate offguard, but he had been anticiapting that embarrassing question ever since Mitchie entered his room. His cheeks tingled with hints of red as Mitchie watched his face closely, as if she were trying to find an answer in his silence.
"I just wanted to shut you up." He shurugged, looking at her face to watch her reaction. "You were rambling and kind of loosing it and you needed to be shut up. I didnt think anyone was there. Sorry about that, I didnt mean to..you know...I would never, not that it wasnt good," he added quickly causing his face to turn even redder. "Like I mean, I don't like you like that Mitchie. I'm sorry."
"Geeze, Nate." She cracked a half smile. "And here I was sitting getting my hopes high. I've had the hugest crush on you since we were fourteen."
"You have?" Nate looked up hopefully only causing Mitchie to chuckle.
"No." She laughed, placing her hand on his knee. "Sarcasm."
"You're mean when you're sarcastic." Nate replied.
"Do you like it better when I'm sad old me?"
Nate rolled his eyes. "I dont like it when you're pessimistic."
"I dont like it when you dont get a joke. It's kind of a turn off, Kid."
"No, you calling me Kid is a turn off, Mitchie." He whined like the numerous times he hadover the years.
"Whatever." Mitchie sang the word as she stretched her body, getting comfortable in his bed. "What movie are we watching?"
"We're watching a movie?" Nate inquired. "Mitchie, I wanna sleep." He whined. "We have to wake up at eight, its past two."
She smirked at him. "Which makes it even better and since you had the honor of being beat up, I'll chose the movie."
"What kind of justice is that?" He asked grumpyly, crossing his arms over his chest.
Mitchie shrugged as she went through the TV guide until she found something she wanted to watch.
"What happened with Caity?" Mitchie asked him slowly.
Nate shrugged trying to act like it wasnt much of a deal. "She just, she couldnt take it anymore...you know?" His tone changed when talking about her as if he still had hope for the both of them. "She never liked the limelight, all the attention, you knew that," he paused "and everything suddenly became difficult. I think she had enough of everything and just couldnt take it anymore."
"I wish I was there. I would have made her change her mind if not atleast helped her." Mitchie said sadly. "Do you still talk to her?"
"Not much, she calls every now and then. I try to too, but everything is so hectic now. I talked to her last before tour started, she was asking about you. Her friend said she was seeing some guy called Mark."
"I bet he's not half a good kisser as you are." Mitchie hit Nates arm, trying to make him smile.
He gave an almost smile and smirked at Mitchie. "You think I'm a good kisser?"
"Yeah yeah...you can run around and do the happy dance now." She laughed.
Even after everything that had gone on that night Mitchie felt her happiest in a long time sitting there amilessly bickering with Nate as they watched The Incredibles and eventually fell asleep in their sitting positions on Nates bed. It was just like how things were before. Well, atleast with Nate it was and she wasnt willing to lose that for anyone, not even Shane.
Although she woke up by the time the clock hit 6am she couldnt remember the last time she had slept so peacefully. It wasnt because Nate had been snoring all night beside her, no. But because she was simply happy. She tossed and turned in the bed for an hour before she sat up and turned the televison on, muting the sound to make sure it wasnt a disturbance to the sleeping Nate next to her. She gently picked up the two pillows that they had placed in the middle of the bed in the night before they fell asleep, making it a partition so that neither of them would end up on the others side of the bed and placed them against the head board, leaning against them for her backs support.
She had only been watching television for a couple of minutes when the knocking sound on the door startled her and she jumped off the bed, making a dash for the door as fast as she could so that any further knocking wouldnt wake Nate up. She knew he needed the sleep. He worked too hard for his own good and sooner or later all of that was going to take a toll on his body.
In her rush to open the door she completly forgot to check who was on the other side through the peep hole.
"Why are you here?" Shanes voice was dripping with anger, a change in composure from the split second Mitchie hadnt seen him before opening the door.
Mitchie sighed, not in the mood to argue. She suddenly felt sleepy again and just stood there holding the door half open as Shanes anger continued to grow. "Can we not do this now?" She mumbled, closing the door on his face before he could even reply. He prevented the door from closing with his feet and swung it right open the second he got a grip on the handle, shocking Mitchie with his loud behaviour. She was sure the sound of the door hitting the wall behind it would be successful in waking Nate up, but he only stired. Damn, he must be really tired.
"If you're here to talk to Nate he's sl-"
"No." Shane growled, abruptly grabbing her arm and dragging her into his room next door within a matter of seconds, not caring about leaving Nates door wide open.
"Wha-"
"Shut-up." He ordered menacingly, pushing Mitchie against the door.
"Shane!" She yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I actually came to apologise. I thought I was wrong, but I guess not. Now, you tell me what you were doing in Nates room."
"I don't owe you any sort of explaination, Shane. I dont know who you think you are, acting like this. Stop being such a jerk and grow up!" She turned around, reaching for the door knob which she was unsecessful in turning as Shane grasped her shoulders before she could move and turned her back around.
"If I'm a jerk then what does that make you, Mitchie? You just spent the night in Nates room." He pressed her body tighter, jamming it between the door and his body. She widened his eyes at his actions and stopped breathing when his body came in such close contact with his. "How long did you think you could keep this from me?" He growled. His voice was dark and low in her ear and it sent chills down her spine. "How long did you think you could keep this whole secret relationship with my brother from me, Mitchie?" He demaded. His eyes were dark, but it wasnt completely because of anger. He looked sad and unimpressed at finding Mitchie in Nates room resulting in his outrage.
"When did you become such an oblivious judgemental prick? Now get off me!" She exclaimed, trying to shove Shane away with her hands. He grabbed her shoulder, holding her straight and attached his mouth to her ear.
"Or what?" Shane challenged. "What are you going to do Mitchie?" His tounge dipped inside her ear momentarily before his teeth bit down on her ear lobe.
"Or I will cut your balls off and feed them to the first animal I see." She threatened, pushing him a couple of feet away. "And dont touch me again, Shane. You have a fucking girlfriend, does that mean anything to you? I dont even get you anymore..." She threw her hands up in the air. "I dont get what your problem is. I didnt say anything to you when you brought whats-her-face to tour, I definately didnt go around bitch fighting with her when you gave me back the ring, nor did I state any objection when you decided shes gonna move in with you after tour. So why cant I kiss somone?" She questioned. " I know she told you to give back the ring." Mitchie revealed, lookign at Shanes eyes sadly. "I know you had an argument with her after we came back from the Wal-Mart signing and she mad you return it. I know, but you dont see me going around punching her for that or every time I see you guys suck face, do you?"
"Shes not moving in with me." Shane informed slowly. "Shes not."
"I dont fucking care even if she is, Shane. Where the hell is she anyway?" Mitchie looked around Shanes room frantically. "I'd like to know how she felt with you here with me. Where is she when shes needed, usually shes parading around like she owns the place."
"Franchesca left for a shoot in Colarado."
"Thats great." Mitchie rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna get my things out of the house when we get to LA anyway, so feel free to replace my things with hers like you've replaced me with her." She spat.
"I'm sorry." Shane whispered.
"Sorry never cuts it Shane. Sorry is never enough." She left for her room with those words, not really caring that Nates door was still open and he was still sound asleep, unaware of her conversation with Shane.
Mitchie had finished her set an hour ago, refusing to sing with Shane that night. Her stubbonness caused Nate to fill in and they sang Stop The World as a duet. She figured Nate had explained things to Shane since he was no longer throwing ounches at his brother. She had been playing video games with Frankie after she changed out of her stage clothes and was just waiting for the next five minutes to pass as soon as possible. Not that she didnt enjoy Frankies company, she did, but she had been up all day and needed some rest.
Even though they were away from the stage, she could still hear the boys singing and her ears looked out for them to start Burnin' Up which meant a closure to the show.
"Hey Mithcie, what is Shane saying?" Frankie asked curiously, dropping his console and looking at the older girl. Looks like he was watching out for Burin' Up too.
"I dont know buddy." She replied, turning her attention back on the game of Mario Cart they were playing.
"Mitchie! Thats not fair, thats cheating! I wasnt looking!" Frankie exclaimed as Mitchie beat him in yet another round of the game.
Mitchie smiled. "You didnt say we were taking a break though, Tank."
"How do you do it? How do you always win?" The little kid inquired.
Mitchie laughed, ruffling Frankies hair, but before she could reply Shanes voice in the microphone caught her attention again. "This one is a new one guys." He informed the crowd. They went wild with just those words. The thought of being the first to hear a new Connect Three song made them scream louder with excitement and according to them, gave them major braging rights. "I'm playing it just for you guys. We hope you like it."
"Mitchie, is Shane going to play a new song?"
She shrugged. "Looks like it buddy."
The second she heard the first cords of the song she knew she had never heard it before. She tried to remember if Nate had said anything about a new song, but she couldnt remember anything.
"Staring at midnight,
and I can't fall asleep.
Pretending this pillow
is your body next to me.
I need to hear your voice,
need to hear you breathe."
Shane looked at his phone for the millionth time, contemplating whether he should call her or not. He knew he should let her sleep, but he needed to hear her voice as much as she needed to hear his. It had been two days since they had spoken and he hated Europe because things had become so busy and the timezones were so different he hardly got to speak to Mitchie. Mitchie picked up on the first ring.
"Tell me is it hard to be away from me?"
She had been drifting in and out of her afternoon nap, feeling restless after she got back from shopping with her mother and Caitlyn. She was only two months along so she didnt need to worry about exposing her baby bump to the world, but she could never escape the paprazzi's questions as to why she left the tour. They has still not been given a definate reason. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, just at the thought of speaking to him. "Shane.."
"You sound so damn cute
when I wake you with my call."
"Hi.." Shane whispered.
"Shane..." was all Mitchie could let out of her mouth. "I miss you."
"Just gotta get through the summer"
"I miss you too, honey. How are you, and how is the little one?" He asked curioisly.
Mitchie laughed, looking down at her stomach. "Good. I went shopping with mom and Caity today. I got you a pink shirt."
"Mitchie..." Shane whined through the reciever which only made Mitchie grin harder.
"Remember, Shane onl-"
"A real man can wear pink, I know I know." He rolled his eyes, smiling at her words.
"I miss you." She slowly whispered again. "Where are you now anyway, France or is it Germany?"
"Germany." He confirmed. "I'm gonna be back soon, Mitch. Just wait two more weeks."
"And I promise you this fall,
I will be right there with you again."
"Two weeks." Mitchie repeated.
"This is what we have to do till then.
Tell me what you know about love,
I'll tell you what I know about love.
Tell me all the words that you love,
and I'll scream them from the top of my lungs."
"I love you and I miss you and I just...ughh" He groaned, frustratedly. "I wish I wasnt here. I dont want be here, I want to be with you. I hate this..." He threw the lamp on his bedside table, it landing with a thump sound.
"Shane.." Mitchie gasphed. "I know I know, baby."
"I just hate being away from you specially at his time when I should be there with you." He said guiltily. "I miss kissing you."
"Show me all the places you love,
and I'll make them all the places I touch."
"I know." She tried to calm him. "But it's work Shane, you cant stop working."
"Sure I can." He interjected.
"Shane, you cant do that. That would be nothing, but selfish. Think about Jason and Nate, why should they not be able to tour because of us?"
"If me wanting to be with you is selfish then them, dad, wanting me to be on tour when you're pregnant in the other side of the world is nothing but selfish too."
"Two weeks, Shane. Two weeks. We've waited all this time so two more weeks cant be that bad can it?"
"Hmgh.."
"I bet you have to wake up at six, you should sleep Shane."
"I want to talk to you. I want to hear you speak. I miss you."
"I love you, Shane. Now sleep." She ordered.
"I love you too, baby."
"When I see you again
when I get home.
Oh, when I see you again
when I get home.
I'm comin' home."
Forgive my mistakes please xD and HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I know, I know I said I would update BEFORE new years but I happened to stay on vacation ne day extra (not my idea) and when I got back I got ill and classes have started again and I kind of didnt have much inspiration for this until like two days ago so here it is.
Hope you all enjoyed. This was long.
Anyway, drop a review if you are reading and tell me what you think :D
Song used: When I Get Home - Honor Society.
Love you all!