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Second go on this chapter. I didn't really like it the first time I wrote it so I deleted it. Loved the reviews for Chapter 7.

CaitlynGeller4ever: I will not stop writing as long as you all like this story.

Logan: Weird I'm writing you again huh? Your review made me laugh and there will be more Smitchie action in this chapter.

Can you all do me a HUGE favor? . . . Read or glance at my other story A Change In Plans and see if I should keep writing it. I think I might delete it since not many people seem to enjoy it.

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I woke up alone the next morning. I ran my hands through my hair getting up and walking to the door and downstairs. After walking around for a while I found Shane sitting in the living room only in his black pajama pants, which he wore low on his hips, watching a movie.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." Shane said eyeing my green and pink pajama shorts and tank top when I flopped down next to him on the couch rubbing my eyes.

"Where is everyone?" I asked laying my head back and closing my eyes.

"I don't know. They only left a note saying they left and will be back later." I looked at him in disbelief.

"Why didn't they wake me up?" I crossed my hands over my chest.

"I don't know. I just got up like 30 minutes ago and they were already gone."

"What are you watching?"

"Diary of a Wimpy Kid, have you seen it? If you didn't it just started like 5 minutes ago."

"I saw it when it first came out with Caitlyn." Without thinking about it I took the pillow from behind me, placed it in his lap, and laid my head down on it watching the movie.

Half was through the movie he started running his hand through my hair. I didn't know if he knew what he was doing since he seemed so involved in the movie. Not even five minutes later his phone started vibrating in his pocket making me sit up next to him.

"What's up?" He answered without moving him eyes from the TV. "We're fine mom. . . . Watching a movie . . . . Sure see you tomorrow." He placed his phone on the table in next to the couch and pulled my back down to his lap running his hand through my hair.

"What did your mom want?" I asked him, but before he could answer me my phone started ringing from the other end on the couch making me get up again to answer it. "Hey Caitlyn, what's up?" I asked into the phone.

"Hey Mitch, sorry we didn't wake you this morning, but you looked like you needed the sleep."

"That's fine. I did, I didn't go to sleep until way later than you and Miley."

"Anyways, we went to visit Miley's Uncle Robbie and his son Jackson. We figured since you and Shane was left home you wouldn't be too bored."

"I'm not. At least not right now, we're watching a movie."

"There's a thunder storm here and Mrs. Grey don't want to drive in this weather, so we're going to stay the night up here and be back sometime tomorrow. That's fine with you right?"

"Sure sure, I understand. Don't worry about it."

"See you tomorrow. If you need me call me."

"Alright, bye." I said before handing up only to turn around and see Shane lying down on the couch. "Now where am I supposed to lay down Grey?" I asked with my hand on my hip. I didn't want to tell him but I like the feel of his hand through my hair.

"Come here Torres." He pulled my phone from my hand and laid it next to the table then pulled me to lie down in front of him with my back against his chest and placed his arms around me pulling me closer to him. I didn't say anything to him and only let a small smile on my face knowing he couldn't see it.

Right when the credits started rolling on the screen all the power in the house went out. Even though it was midday the sky was dark with stormy clouds.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked him.

"Since we can't do outside and there's no power in the house, I say we stay in our PJ's all day, in this position."

"You would like that wouldn't you?" I turned around in his arms and couldn't help but laugh at him. He always found a way to make me laugh.

"I would like that very much." He whispered and smiled at me and moved a piece of hair behind my ear and let his hand rest on the side of my neck. "But you would like it too, wouldn't you Mitchie."

"And what makes you think I would like that Grey?" I whispered back looking into his eyes.

"Because," He pulled me closer to his naked chest. "As much as you don't want to admit it, you like me."

"I like being like this and this you." I admitted touching the side of his face.

"What's this and this me?" He asked.

"You know this," I shrugged my shoulders. "Lying here in your arms and just talking. You're not trying to impress me or be anyone but yourself. I don't like jerky Shane Grey, but I do like the normal Shane Grey." I stroked his cheek with my thumb.

"So you just want to sit here and talk?"

"Yup."

"I can do that." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"Let's play 20 questions." I said smiling.

"I go first. What happened with you and the boy you slapped a couple of days ago?"

I rolled my eye at his question not really wanting to talk about him. "His name is Jesse and I found him in the gym supply closet fucking my once best friend Sierra. Caitlyn beat him up and them Sierra. He kissed me and I got pissed. Why do you act like that?" I asked my question really wanting to now.

"Act like what?"

"A jerky pop-star."

"The label wanted a bad boy in the group." He shrugged his shoulders. "They wanted someone to always stay in the spot light, get the girls, and do everything they say. I guess I let it go overboard and started believing the lies myself. It got so bad that the label wanted me to drop the act, but to me it was so real that I couldn't. When I walked off the stage in the middle of the concert was the last straw for the label. They threated top throw us all out of our contract if I didn't stop being what they made me to be." He gave a dry laugh shaking his head. "They made me this way. I didn't even want to do it, but with Jason being Jason and Nate being all pro-business, they didn't have anyone else but me."

"You don't have to be that guy anymore. They want you to drop it so what's stopping you?"

"I don't know who Shane Grey really is. I've played this part so long I don't know what's real and what's fake anymore, who to trust and who's just using me. It's like my life is starting all over again and I don't even know where to start." A tear fell out of his eye and traveled to his lips where he licked it away. "I'm going through everything alone in a world full of darkness and I don't know who to turn to."

My eyes filled with tears but I didn't let them fall. "You have more people than you think Shane. You have your brothers and sister, mom and dad, even Caitlyn. You have me. You can trust me."

He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on mine. "I don't know what to do Mitchie. I don't even know who I am."

"I think this is you. The person at our lunch table, the one in the pool last night was you. I think you're the flirty, funny, caring person that I've seen so far is you. Not the angry, bi-polar, jerky pop-star." He opened his eye and a smile formed on his lips. "That first day in the hall, you were being you, but I only saw the jerk that's on TV not you." I traced invisible patterns on his arms and goose bumps surfaced.

"Who's turn is it?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"Then you go."

I looked at him then his hair. It was curly since he didn't straighten it after last night. "Why do you straighten your hair?" That was the first question that popped into my head but I really wanted to know the answer.

"The label wanted it straight. Do you like it curly?"

I ran my hand through it before answering his question. "I think I like it more curly than straight." I nodded my head at him.

"Then I'll wear it curly. When is your birthday?"

"August, 20. So you're a little late with the happy birthday."

"What did you do for your birthday?"

"My parents wanted me to have a party, so did Caitlyn and everybody else, but I don't like celebrating my birthday. I only got a tattoo and spent the day with my family."

"Where's the tattoo?" I sat up and pulled my hair over my left shoulder to show him my tattoo behind my ear that spelled out Αγάπη.

"It means love in Greek. I wanted to get something meaningful, something I would never regret as I got older. I want to get another one, but I don't know what." He ran his finger over it before placing my hair back down over it.

"Why did you get it?"

"Love is something I want to find. Not just any love, but true love; like the ones you see in movies. I want to marry that one person for the rest of my life, I want to be like the old couples you see at the park still holding hands and laughing with so much love in their eyes, I want to be 80 years old and tell my grandchildren how I met their grandfather. I want to be 80 and still feel love like I did when we first got together."

"Why didn't you get true love?" He pulled laid down and pulled my down on top of him this time.

I laid my head on his shoulder and talked into his neck while he slowly rubbed my back. "It's silly, but I always pictured he would get true and I'll have love. That way no matter what happens to one of us, we'll always have the other with us."

"I thought you didn't want a divorce." He said.

"I don't, but he could be on the other side of the world for some reason or even dead and I'll always have him with me and vice versa. Though it probably won't come true."

"Why do you say that?"

"That's one of my fantasies and this is real life." I shrugged my shoulders. "Very few people get to fine love like that. I don't think I'm that lucky. Life is unpredictable and not fair. We all want things we can't get in life so we take what we can. We're all selfish at times, but we never think about those under us who don't have the things we have. No matter how low you get in life there is always someone worse than you. I'll be happy even if I don't find true love because of the people I have in my life."

"But you want true love."

"Of course. If I had to give up my dreams to be a singer I would for that one person. I would do anything for them including my life. That's what true love is."

"I have an off topic question."

"What is it?"

"Last night you said you couldn't do that to Miley. If Miley wasn't my sister, would you give us a chance?"

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So, what do you think? I would have had it posted sooner, but I got caught up in watching season 1 and 2 of Covert Affairs. My mom and I were talking about that show the other night and she told me Auggie was blind and I couldn't believe it (I would barely watch the show before). I was like "No, Auggie's not blind. He doesn't act like he's blind!" And she was like "Yes he is blind!" So I had to watch it to make sure (within the first 10 minutes he said he was blind). I was like "Damn, he is blind." And I got addicted to the show LOL. Sorry I'm rambling.

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