She breathed out harshly, her dark hair flying a little before masking her face again. She tilted her neck backwards, leaning against the sofa, her eyes closed and silence on her lips. Her eyes opened the instant she felt a hand on her arm and she looked down at a smiling Frankie sitting next to her in the nearly empty hallway backstage.

"That song was so cool. Mitchie!" He exclaimed, giving her a teeth showing smile. "But why was it so sad?" He wondered.

Mitchie shrugged at the kid and he took a seat next to her, staring at her for a while before speaking again. "Wanna play Mario Cart again?"

"C'mon." She smiled, ruffling his hair before getting up, ready to go to the game room but stopped when she saw approaching her. "That song, Mitchie, it was wonderful. It blew me away, we should think about making it a single..it would drive the fans crazy."

"Thanks." She nodded, moving past him in an effort to try and avoid any other conversation with her manager. She stopped again though, to her dismay as she heard her name being called to go on stage. gave her a stern nod and she sighed, looking down at the dissapointed looking Frankie standing next to her. "Sorry, Tank. Looks like I have to go back on stage," She ruffled his hair. "We can play another day though.."

"Okay..." Frankie replied quietly. She hated upsetting him and hated seeing him sad. He was like her little brother, he had always been like a little brother to her even when her and Shane were just friends and felt bad for him everytime, even unintentionally when he would be ignored or his brothers wouldnt have the time for him. They didnt do it intentionally and he too knew that, but he had been dragged into his life with no other choice. Her heart went out to him when he was asked what it was liked to be Connect 3's brother and he gave the interviewer his cute little smile and replied "Its cool, but I wish I got to spend more time with my brothers." His innocence made her smile - something she had been attracted to in Shane when they had first met and now, she didnt even know if he was the same person. Maybe he was, and she just didnt know him how she thought she did.

She put on a smile, the best she could muster up. This was surprisingly not hard. Her fans always made her smile and even when she was in the worst of moods she would paint one on her face because after all they had given her, she knew that was the least she could give them. She waved at the audience and found herself being escorted to the middle of the stage by some of the dancers. Everyone was busy saying their 'Thank you's' and how privilidged they were to be a part of such a tour and how they were excited for the next leg. Mitchie didnt get a chance to look anywhere else and found herself being engulfed in a one armed hug.

She instantly knew who it was after all he was always giving her those. "You smell." She looked up, smiling at Nate. The crowd cheered loweder, unable to hear the conversation between the two singers as Nates arms fell back to his sides, releasing Mitchie. She could hear Jason give his goodbye speech to the chanting crowd and didnt even get a chance to sink in her surroundings when another pair of arms wrapped around her torso. She could smell him, she could feel him. She didnt need to do anything to know it was him. They had hugged so many times in the past couple of months, on stage, faking it for the fans. This time there was no pressure from their teams, this time this was unplanned, this time it was different.

Mitchie didnt know what to do. She couldnt push him away, not with thousands of people there, but she couldnt keep him so close to her. Her surroundings were a blur. She could feel the dancers dancing around, she could hear Jasons voice as if it were a far away sound and she could sense all 50,000 pairs of eyes on her. The flashing of cameras going wild. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. She didnt know what had initiated his hug and couldnt have been more thankful to Jason who introduced the microphone over to Mitchie to say her goodbyes. The look of heartbreak and hurt on Shanes face didnt miss Mitchie. And eventhough, she had wanted him to feel this way, she hated seeing him like that. It was different than she had imagined. She thought she would earn eternal satisfaction in seeing Shane Gray heartbroken and hurt, but it only made her feel even more miserable inside.

She knew it was only a phase for him. Franchesca was away and as soon as she was back, he'd be fine again. Almost ignoring her existance, like she didnt matter. Like she never mattered.

She smiled at the audience and spoke her gratitude into the microphone handed to her. All the time she spoke, she could feel Shanes presence behind her. His body, close ebough for her to feel the heat radiating from his saoking wet body, but far enough to not touch her. It bothered her and she couldnt make sense of anything she was saying to the audience. She stumbled upton her words and when she felt like nothing more was left to be said other than making a complete fool out of herself on stage, she handed the microphone to the nearest body she could find and stood awkwardly smiling at the fans untill the lights went out and the floor of the stage started moving, indicating the end of the American leg of the tour.

By the time she found herself backstage again, at the end of the tour, sure she had lost Shane, everyone was exchanging their goodbyes. Mitchie rolled her eyes at her tour mates, they'd be seeing each other in two weeksa again anyway. She turned and ghasped, not expecting to find Shane still standing behind her. "Do you want anything?" She asked, her hand on her chest. She was surprised at the calm voice she held, different from the usual harsh tone she used while speaking with him.

"No," He shook his head. "I just...nothing." He ended.

Mitchie watched him awkwardly for a second before deciding she had had enough of this tour already and made a stride for her tour bus. She watched her face in the mirror for nearly an hour, unable to tell as the time went by until she finally showered.

-X-

Mitchie hadnt spoken to anyone from tour since they had gotten back, only hours ago. Her parents were more than pleased to hold their daughter and have her back in thier house after so long. Mitchie smiled at the apropriate times and spoke when necessarry. She was surprised to find herself awake only a couple of hours after her tour bus had dropped her off. She had expected herself to be sleeping past noon or into the afternoon, but was staring at the ceiling in her room since 10 am. She felt peacful, but restless, the only sound in the room being the clock ticking away the seconds on the wall across her bed. She wanted to call Caitlyn, but she didnt know what to say. She didnt know if she had anything to say to her and put her phone back down after contemplating the decision.

"Mitchie, Mitchie where are you going? You just got here!" Connie called out, as Mitchie made a dash for the front door an hour later.

"I'll be back soon.." She assured before running out the door, not in the mood to give explainations.

She felt awkward standing infront of her home. Her home with Shane. Her hand shook, but she held the key she had firmly, placing it inside the keyhole, quietly opening the door, not sure if Shane was up yet. She didnt know if she wanted him to be up and heard the door close behind her with a loud thud, causing her to jump lightly.

'Nothing has changed.' she thought to herself as she walked passed the living room. Everything was as she had left it, but everything still felt so different. She peeked her head through the kitchen door, unsure of what or who she would find inside.

No one.

Her steps were light and slow, absorbing everything in the room for the last time in her life. She would never be back here. She could never live there again. Placing her handbag on one of the marble countr tops, she opened the guant refridgerator she had bought with so much entusiasm, thinking it would be wonderful to have such an oversized one at her home. Mitchie sighed. It was empty of course other than the few items of food scattered here and there.

She reached in, bringing out a half opened can of tuna. She rinkled her nose at the unpleasent smell and threw it into the garbage can to her right. She scanned the fridge, three month old eggs, stale bread, peas, black bananas, out of date mayonase, and left over pizza. She threw each useless item away until she left the fridge with only a pint of orange juice which was still in date. She didnt know why she was doing this, why she cared, but she felt like she had to because she loved the place. She loved the house, it was something so dear to her and she felt like she was caring for it by doing so.

"Mitchie?" Shanes unsure voice startled her and she immidiately turned, slamming the metal fridge door behind her. Her heat skipped a beat, she couldnt help it, but it did. To her he looked gorgeous. His hair was an unruly mess, poking up in spikes in certain places, and his eyes were in thin slits due to the bright sunlight illuminating the huge kitchen. She was right in her assumption, he had just woken up from sleep, wearing his usual attire, a white tank top and black boxers. A blush crept up her cheek which she couldnt stop, not that he noticed. She turned her body, avoiding eye contact.

"I..uh," He looked around the room and then back at Mitchie, uncertain if her presence was merely an early morning illusion or the real thing. "What are you doing here?" His tone wasn't rude, but rather surprised.

"I came to get my things. I left a lot of my clothes, and this.." She said, looking down to the ring in her finger. "It doesnt belong to me any more." She placed the metal down, it clanking against the marble counters. She felt like ahuge burdan had been taken off her chest and wondered why she had kept it for so long. "Ohkay..." she breathed, awkwardly walking past him and making her way up the large staircase leading to the second floor. She so desperately wanted to take a look around the rest of the ground floor, the foyer, the home cinema, the second living room, the study room, eveything, but she felt like she needed to finish what she had come for and leave as soon as she was done.

She couldnt help but notice the unmade bed in one of the guest rooms as she walked past them, making her wonder if she and Shane were not the only ones there. Was Franchesca there? Her head involentarily scanned the space, searching for anyone elses presence. It was weird how she felt so unknown, so out of place in her own home.

Mitchie took her time as she stood at the door of her and Shanes bedroom. The bed was neatly made, her things were still placed on top of the dressing table, just like she could remember, exactly how she had setted it. The room looked untouched, like it was rarely visited, like it was there like an album, just to see and relive the old memories.

"I sleep in the guest room, I dont sleep in our room anymore." She was caught off guard by Shanes voice behind her.

Mitchie nodded before speaking again. "Why?" She asked, stepping into the room.

Shane looked at her as if the answer was so obvious. "This used to be our room, its not the same without the both of us living in it."

She laughed bitterly, turning to face him. "Really? I'm sure it will be the same when Franchesca moves in and you'll fall back into the same routine. It wont make a difference who else is living in it."

"She's not even moving in, Mitchie." He stated, grabbing her upper arm and turning her to face him. "Where the hell did you get that from? I really don't know."

"Does it fucking matter where I got that from Shane! I dont really care, I just want my stuff and I'll be gone and you can do whatever you please with ths place."

"Please don't do this." He pleaded as Mitchie found her way around the room bringing out an empty suitcase from one of the cupboards and pulling open the door to her walk in wardrobe.

"What?"

"Please dont do this." He repeated. "Stay." His voice was still hoarse from waking up and sent a silent chill down her spine.

She stared at him for a while, trying to read his eyes, trying to see if they held any sincierity and shook her head.

Her eyebrows rose as she questioning eyed the boxes placed in one corner of the room. "They're my things.." Shane said urgently.

"I don't get what you want, Shane, and I dont want to get it." She picked up each item of cothing from their racks and carelessly tossed them inside the suitcase, wanting to get out of the house as soon as she possibly could.

"I'm telling you to stay."

"To do what?" She snapped. "Why do you want me to stay, Shane so that you can be fucking around with your girlfriend while I stand back and watch the whole scene? Thank you, but I've had enough of that these couple of months and would like to live withtout seeing any of your faces for the rest of my fucking life! But god of course had difeerent things planned for me, of course he does! And I have to see your face every day at work, so if you would kindly get out of the fucking way, I'd like to have these two weeks to myself without any part of you interfering in it."

"Would you please just listen to me? I'm sorry, okay? I really am sorry, about everything, about how things turned out, but cut me some slack will you!"

"What do you want me to forgive you for, Shane? For cheaing on me! for treating me like shit after cheating on me or for having no regret what so ever! I'm sorry, but my heart isnt so big Shane, and you will never have my forgiveness."

"I know I screwed up okay?" He fumed, running his fingers through his short hair. "And this house, it was ours and now that we dont exist, I have myself wondering everyday what I'm doing here. I was fucking wrong, and I can't change it. I cant change what happened, but living here isnt right either. You dont need to take your things, I'm going to move in with Nate, hence the boxes so you can stay here. Don't don't leave this place."

"What makes you think I would stay here, Shane? I have no intention of being haunted by one of the most worst memories of my life."

"Jesus, Mitchie!" He yelled in frustration, grabbing her hand again.

"Dont fucking touch me and put some pants on for christ's sake!" She demanded, swinging her arm away which only caused him to grab onto it harder.

"Why does this bother you when you've seen me naked so many times before anyway?" He hissed.

"Because you're someone elses present now and I'm only your past, Shane! You have a girlfriend, why do you keep forgetting that?"

"I havent forgotten anything. I remember everything, I remember every fucking thing!" He insisted, his eyes red with anger.

"Then why did you forget that I was waiting on you? Why did you forget that you were engaged? Why did you forget that we had recently lost a child after which you went hooking up with your co-stars?"

Silence setteled in the room and for a moment Mitchie thought that she had won this battle, leaving Shane with nothing to retort. She turned to the opened suitcase, grabbing a blouse off of one of the racks when Shanes hand pulled her agonizingly hard, bringing her infront of him. He let go of her arm and brought both his hands up to craddle her face, smashing their lips against each other. She felt weak for a second, almost like she was dreaming, like she was paralysed. She dropped the piece of clothing to the floor, her mind screaming for her to push him away, at the same time she felt herself remembering the last time she had felt his delicious lips on hers. Months, it had been months and they still felt the same. Hs lips were soft against hers, actions practised a million times before.

Mitchies hands pushed him, she pushed him hard, with all her strength, but he was too strong for her. Not that her slender frame had a chance against his muscular built one anyway. Her fists hit his chest repeatedly, causing him to growl and snake his hand under her arms, around the small of her back, gripping her tightly. He pushed her into the rack of clothing, almost hiding themselves amongst the fabric. Mitchie stopped protesting when they hit the back of the rack. She could have continued hitting him until he was forced to stop, but she didnt because somewhere deep down she didnt want him to stop. She wanted to feel his lips lingering on hers even if it was for a minute, his minty breath, she missed being kissed by him.

Shane stopped kissing her, his lips parted from hers, but still stayed close. Close enough for her to feel his ragged breathing, close enough for her to feel his touch. Mitchie opened her eyes, embarrassment burning her. What just happened? What was she doing?

"What you thought was our last kiss, wasnt our last kiss." He whispered. "We'll never have a last kiss."

"Shane?"

They both turned, wide-eyed as Franchesca caught them. Red-handed. Her eyes darted from Mitchie to Shanes face and then back again, showing anger and betrayal. "I don't believe this." She hissed, stepping out of the closet and stumbling her way out of the room.

"Franchesca wait!" Shane followed his girlfriend down the stairs, leaving Mitchie staring at the open door of her walk in wardrobe, not believing what had just happened. How could she have let that happen? She stayed glued to her spot for a second, hearing the argument happening at the floor beneathe her. She tried not to eavesdrop but their voices were too loud. She could hear them arguing about her, and could imagine the look on Shanes face. She could imagine how he looked, standing there, defending himself, not that he had much to defend against.

She felt bad, and every time the room fell in silence she thought that maybe Franchesca had left, or even better, Shane had left with her, but then seconds later it would start again. She felt like she was the other woman. Why were the roles reversed now? She didnt even kiss Shane back, she thought. She tried making herself feel better by saying that they deserved it and she by no means was the other woman. If anything, she was far from it. She qucikly threw in the first of the left clothing items she could spot and zipped up her suitcase, dragging it out of the room.

They were still arguing and she didnt feel right walking past them. It would be awkward more than anything. She left her suitcase at the top of the stairs and found herself walking back, past her bedroom and infront of a closed door. The sounds of the argument happening downstairs slowly faded, but she knew they were still there. Her heartbeat quickened, and she breathed in deeply, slowly opening the door.

The first thing to hit her eyes was the bright orange painted walls. Her eyes almost squinted and she felt tears erupting.

"I don't understand why we cant just have it blue like normal people." Mitchie insisted.

"Because, Mitchie.." He sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you, orange is the colour of joy, its the colour of energy. I want our son to be happy and full of energy don't you, Im sure you do, orange is a great colour, see I'm even wearing an orange shirt today."

"But blue is a calm colour, its universal."

"Orange is cooler Mitchie. It's amazingly cool, you just dont understand it's coolness." He shook his head.

"Whatever."

She closed the door quietly behind her, not wanting to desrupt whatever the hell was happening downstairs. She looked at the room, the cradle, the piantings, the lights, and tears fell uncontrolably down her cheeks in silent sobs. It was the first time she had visited that room when she wasnt pregnant. It was the first time in nearly a year that she had. She sat down on the floor, oppositley facing the giant vacant wall, one which they had once decided on placing a huge family photo on once Christopher was born, she laughed lightly as tears fell down her cheeks at how that would never happen.

She felt like she was close to him. She felt her closest, her calmest, at peace in that room. Bringing her knees upto her chest, she wrapped her arms around herself, glad she couldnt hear them downstairs, and breathed out heavily, digging her face into her arms.

I absolutely hate this chapter just if you guys were wondering BUT it did have a lot of Shane and Mitchie in it, present Shane and Mitchie which I think I have written the most in this chapter than any chapters yet. No significant flashback, but I wanted it that way because I feel like I gave you guys a whole lot of a flashback in the last chapter so I wanted to keep this kinda flashback free. Anyway, Shane is confusing and Mitchie still likes kissing him and he is going to move in with Nate since he doesnt believe its his house anymore if Mitchie doesnt live there. I dont know what else to say about this chapter other than I still dont like it lol

Sorry for the looong wait. Like I told you guys I was busy, and when I got back from my sisters engagement I was like sleeping for a couple of days lol Thanks to everyone for the wishes :D And of course for the reviews, I LOVE THEM. Thye are what inspire me to continue writing! :P

Let me know what you think of this and what you think may happen next.

Next chapter, I'm going to be introducing a new character. I dont know what you guys will be thinking about a certain new someone, and maybe Caitlyn will make an appearance?

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