Chapter 14: Sorry
When they got to the airport, Shane jumped out quickly, running into the airport. He quickly ran up to the front desk.
"Hey, I need a flight to Boston, now!" he exclaimed.
The lady at the desk didn't look up from her computer, "Well, you're going to have to wait in the ticket line like everyone else to find a flight."
"No, you do not understand."
"Sir," she looked up and her jaw dropped, "You're Shane Gray!"
"Shh!" he said, "Please don't announce that to the whole world."
"You got it, you need a flight to Boston?" she said.
Shane nodded, "There's one leaving in twenty minutes or would you like a private flight?"
"Just book me for the one in twenty minutes, I'm in a minor emergency." he said.
"That's fine." she said, she handed him a ticket.
"Thanks so much." he said, shoving the ticket in his pocket, flashing the peace sign and running towards his gate.
He boarded the plane with gawking stares from anyone around him. He stared out the window and waited for the plane to take off.
It took Shane two hours before they landed in Boston's airport. He got in line to depart the plane. He nervously bit his lip and messed with his dog tag.
He got off the plane and realized something.
"I do not have a car!" he said outloud.
He was about to go and call Brown to get a car sent for him when he saw a driver with a sign in his hand that read: "SHANE GRAY".
"No way." Shane smiled. He walked over to the guy.
"Yo, I'm Shane." he said.
"Right this way, sir." the driver said.
"Who sent you?" he asked.
"Your uncle." he said.
Shane smiled in satisfaction as he got into the limo.
The driver rolled the window seperating himself from Shane and asked, "Where to Mr. Gray?"
"Oh crap, I don't know her adress. Or, at least I don't think I do." he said out loud.
"Hold on a second." Shane said. He got out his phone and dialed Caitlyn's number.
"Hello." she said.
"Caitlyn, what's Mitchie's adress?"
"Shane!" she exclaimed, "Where are you?"
"Boston, now what's the adress?" he said.
"Hold up." she put the phone on the table and walked to the computer.
Nate walked in from the other room and looked at her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Getting Mitchie's address for Shane." she replied.
Nate laughed, "Yeah, I kind of forgot that he lost his memory and forgot her adress."
Caitlyn laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, that's not funny right now. Great job, Nate."
She pulled up an email and then picked the phone, "Okay, 2896 Connecticut Avenue."
"You sure?" Shane asked.
"Yep." she replied.
"I owe you one, Caitlyn." he said.
"Well, when Connect Three puts out a new album, remember, Caitlyn Gellar, future top selling music producer." she smiled.
"Bye Caitlyn." Shane laughed as he hung up the phone.
"Where to?" the driver asked again.
"2896 Connecticut Avenue, please hurry!" he said.
Around twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of a white house.
"2896 Connecticut Avenue." the driver said.
"Thanks, man." Shane said as he got out. He looked at his watch, it was 1:00.
"Time change." he said outloud, taking a deep breath. He walked to the door, and debated numerous times before ringing the doorbell.
He finally pushed the doorbell and waited. Mrs. Torres came to the door. She gave him a stern glare.
"Shane, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I really messed up. Mrs. Torres, I remember everything now. My memory is back and I have to talk to Mitchie!" he begged, "please."
Mrs. Torres sighed, "Give me one reason I should let you in my house after what you did to my daughter!"
"Mrs. Torres, please, I love her, I really do. Tess tricked me. I shouldn't have believed her, but I didn't know what I was doing." he said, "I'm so sorry, if I could take the whole previous month back ,I would. I know how hard it must have been for Mitchie, and then I went and did something as horrible as I did. I'm sorry. I need her, I need Mitchie, I love her."
Mrs. Torres' frown turned into a slight smile, "You're serious, aren't you?"
"She's in her room. I don't know how she'll react to you, so just beware." she said.
He nodded as he walked in the house and up the stairs. He came to a door with a sign that said "Mitchie's Room" on it. He knocked on the door.
"Mom, I don't want anything to eat, okay!" she said.
Shane half smiled and knocked on the door again. This time he heard Mitchie get up and walk to the door.
His stomach flipped as she opened up the door. She took one look at him and slammed the door.
"Mitchie, come on, I remember! My memory's back, I swear!" he said.
"I don't know if I should believe you!" she yelled.
"Mitchie, listen." he paused, "You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me, I need to find you, I gotta find you."
"How do I know Tess didn't teach you that song just where I'd let you in and you could be a jerk again!"
"She didn't, Mitch, I came here because I woke up to Tess about three hours ago. I thought she was you. I almost had a heart attack when I saw it wasn't. I felt terrible, I knew I had to come here and tell you I was sorry in person, hoping you'd forgive me and take me back." he begged.
Mitchie didn't say anything, and Shane fell to his knees.
"Mitchie, I'm on my knees, please. Please give me a chance." he said.
She opened the door and looked down at Shane, with tears in her eyes, "You swear this isn't a trick."
"On my life, Mitch, on my life." he said.
Tears started flowing freely down Mitchie's cheeks as Shane stood up. He put both arms around her and held her close to his chest.
"It's okay," he whispered, "I'm here, I'm not leaving again."
She pulled back and looked at him, "I've missed you, Shane."
Shane nodded and wiped a tear from her cheek, "I've miss you too."
He took her hands in his and smiled, "I love you Mitchie."
She smiled back, "You don't know how bad I've wanted to hear you say that."
Shane leaned down and softly kissed Mitchie. She smiled into the kiss and pulled away, "I love you too."
She took his hand and dragged him over to her bed and sat down, "Stay?"
Shane nodded and leaned down, kissing her again.
"So are we okay now?" he asked.
Mitchie nodded. There was a silence before she said, "You know, eventually, we are going to have to talk about the whole Tess thing. I do forgive you, but still..."
Shane nodded, "I know, and I'm sorry Mitchie." Mitchie nodded.
She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and yawned.
"Come on, we've both had a rough day." he said as he pulled back the comforter and let Mitchie scoot under the covers.
"Are you going to stay?" she asked again.
Shane nodded and slid in behind her. He put his arm around her waist and drew her closer.
"I love you Mitchie." he said again.
"I love you too." she smiled.
Later on that night, Mitchie woke up, and looked over her shoulder. Shane was still there, his face buried in her hair.
She sighed and smiled. Things were finally getting back to normal. Slowly but surely.
She linked her hand with his hand that was resting on her waist and smiled, scooting closer to him.
She gently leaned down and kissed his hand, "I love you Shane." she whispered.
She closed her eyes and gently fell back to sleep.
The next morning, Shane woke up with a smile and gently kissed Mitchie's head, "I got it right this time."
Mitchie rolled over, facing him, and slowly opened her eyes, "Morning rockstar." she smiled.
Shane returned the smile and gently kissed her on the lips, "Morning to you too."
"Your hair's a mess." she giggled, pushing a piece out of his face.
"See, this is like old times." he smiled.
"Can we not talk about the difference between a year ago and this week." she said, her smile fading.
Shane nodded, kissing her on the forehead, "I understand."
"Let's pretend nothing ever happened." she said.
"I wish we could, but we can't." he said.
"Why do you pick times like this to be mature?"
Shane laughed and shrugged.
"Well, if we can't pretend it didn't happen, then why don't we move on and look forward to the future." she smiled.
"That works." he smiled, kissing her gently on the lips.
Mitchie looked into Shane's eyes and smiled. She knew at that moment, everything was going to be alright.
She sat up and leaned in, kissing him on the lips.
"Here's to the future."
A/N: This is supposed to be the last chapter, but I want to write more with this story, so I don't think it's going to be. I'm going to call up Cody, my friend who organized the plot with me and we're going to see what more we can do with it. So keep watching.