Shane grey is used to getting what he wants, when he wants, no exceptions. Mitchie Torres is a small town girl who's landed herself a big job in the city. But what happens when the egotistical pop star gets his comeuppance in the form of the newly instated PA? Hatred was inevitable, but what about love?
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Hello there! So I'm here with yet another new fic, maybe it's not the wisest thing having three fic's on the go at one time, but hey! What the hell! This was an idea which literally just popped into my head so I hope you like it, I need between 5-8 reviews before I post chapter 2, thanks guys and I hope you enjoy it!
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I yawned an over exaggerated yawn, not because I was tired. No, I get my 8 hours each night, but to show how utterly bored I was of this routine. The same thing day in day out;
Wake up
Studio
Lunch
Concert
Party
Sleep
See my problem? No? Not many people do, but for crying out loud, I'm Shane Grey, the Shane Grey, international music sensation and heartthrob to any female and...Male with a pulse. What can I say? I'm completely irresistible.
I'm destined for bigger things than this; it's universally known that I am one above the rest.
"Dude, can you at least try and act polite" Nate hissed to me. Let me introduce Nate to you, my 17- going on 30 year old brother and the apparent 'musical talent' of connect three.
Talent my ass. The only talent he posses is successfully seeing through puberty and managing that mop that he calls hair every morning.
I rolled my eyes, only causing him to hiss once more "For god's sake Shane's cant you leave childish behaviour until after the press conference"
Oh did I forget to mention that I was currently sitting in front of a horde of paparazzi and reporters.
"Shane, Shane! What is it like being begged on a daily basis by female fans to be their 'babies daddy'" my ears perked up in interest when I heard my name, I sat up straight in my chair, flicked my black locks off of my eyes and shot one of my 'heart-melting smiles'
"Obviously it's completely understandable; just one look at me and you'd see why so many feel the way they do. But the ladies will have to keep those legs crossed because there will be no mini Shane's for the foreseeable"
"Shane" This time it was Jason's turn to mutter my name in a harsh manner under this breath. What? Did I say something wrong?
Oh well.
"Shane! Over here" A female voice called out, causing me to move my attention to the source of the voice. Meh, not bad, I'd say about a 6/10, nice blonde hair....oh no. Big turn off. Hawk nose alert. Shame. "Rumours have recently been circulating that you are thinking about pursuing a solo career, is there any truth in this?"
I paused for a second as I thought the next few words carefully, as I knew that I would be a phenomenon as a solo artist they were still my brothers and deep down...deep, deep, deep down, I loved them...well liked them at least.
"None in the slightest, me and my brothers work as a team and are extremely successful with it. So no, no solo career in the works"
The crowd seem satisfied with my answer as they scribbled various notes on to their notepads.
I lost interest in the rest of the press conference as the questions weren't focused on me, bad choice in my opinion, well all know that the only reason seventeen and Cosmo girl fly off the shelves is because they are filled with information about yours truly.
I exhaled deeply with a slight sense of relief as the reporters began to filter out of the room, yet another tedious interview out the way, at least I'll be able to see my face on just Jared in the morning.
"You're unbelievable Shane, do you know that?" I turned round to Nate, Mr- Oh-So –Serious with a raised eyebrow
Queue cocky comeback "People have said so in the past, but it's always nice to hear"
He just rolled his eyes "Whatever, I don't have the time or patience to listen to you idolise yourself, we've got to get going we've got to be at the studio in an hour"
"Err Why?" I glanced at my watch, it was already gone half one in the afternoon, Shane Grey does not, and I repeat does not go without lunch, ever.
"We're meeting our new PA" Jason announced,
"PA?"I repeated with a sense of disbelief
"Yeah you know, personal assistant, we've had several before..." Nate trailed off
"But what happened to the last one...Rachel...Ray..."
"Rosie? You scared her off Shane; funnily enough some women don't like being constantly hit on."
Oh c'mon that girl was obviously a lesbian then. Every girl falls for the Shane Grey Charm
"Well let's go. We haven't got all day"
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MITCHIE POV
"Caitlyn!" I shouted from the living room to the kitchen "Caitlyn, this guy is unbelievable" I stated in utter disbelief. Telling his fans to close their legs? Jeez, I'm pretty sure that the majority of his fan base is still too underdeveloped or young to know what the concept of sex is.
Caitlyn strutted into the room, her curly hair bouncing off of her shoulders "Well I do have to agree, the guy is hot"
I shook my head, my eyes still glued to the TV set watching the live stream of Connect 3's latest press conference "No, arrogance is not attractive."
"Oh c'mon Mitchie you have to admit that there is a part of you that fantasises about having your wicked way with him. Look at him, god the things I would do...." I rolled my eyes as she trailed off, obviously drowning in her unrealistic fantasies.
But unlike her, and 99% of teenage girls in the world, I do not find Shane Grey attractive, nor do I imagine myself pinned up against the wall with him. I must be delusional right?
No, just one of the only sane teenage females roaming the earth.
I glanced at the digital clock, laying on the table beside me "Shit" I cursed under my breath, I had exactly one hour before I had to arrive at Hollywood Records, dressed to impress, with the fakest smile plastered across my face, ready to start a job I know nothing about
Yep, you hear right- nothing. I had been in Los Angeles for little over a month and the desperation of finding a job suitable to my qualifications was getting ridiculous. I was fresh out of high school, on my own, besides Caitlyn, miles away from home. I didn't want a job like everyone else; I didn't want to work in a pizzeria or in Barney's. I wanted a career, and apparently the way to get to my dream career- Music producer, was to start from the bottom. And apparently that was PA'ing.
I had dragged Caitlyn across town, visiting every record label possible, known, unknown, you name it, I got on my knees and begged for a placement. I was about to give up hope until we rolled up to the last destination- Hollywood records, responsible for some of today's most successful artists, including Connect 3.
So when I heard they had an opening for their new personal assistant, apparently the previous assistant had to leave for irreconcilable differences between herself and a member of the band. In other words Shane Grey. But I didn't care; I put my thoughts and opinions of him and his brothers aside, and focused on bagging that job. I googled everything and anything you needed to know about the brothers, including their allergies, irrational fears and bad habits, and it was safe to say that by the interview, I could sit an exam on Connect 3 and pass with flying colours.
Which I did. I blew them out of the water. The other candidates didnt have a chance.
So here I am, running around my two bedroom city apartment, finding something appropriate to wear, whilst dragging a brush through my dishevelled locks.
"Do I look okay?" I asked as I stood in front of Caitlyn. I decided on a simple white blouse and a grey pencil skirt finished off by a pair of red heels.
She nodded "Fierce! And I'm pretty sure Shane will think so too"
"Whatever" I scoffed as I grabbed my keys off the counter "I'll be back around six; I'll bring some take out back with me"
"Score!"
"Bye" I shut the door behind me before jumping into my beat up mustang which I had gotten for my sixteenth birthday. It had been through a lot with me, including my move from New Jersey to California. I put the keys in the ignition and pulled away from the curb. Here goes nothing.
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I arrived at the building with a few minutes to spare, silently praying that the Grey brothers weren't ones for being early, I didn't want to come across as unreliable on the first day. I breathed out a huge sigh of relief as I entered the office to find it empty. Thank god.
I pulled down my pencil skirt as I nervously awaited for their arrival, the only noise besides my heavy breathing- the clock ticking past, indicating the slow pass of time.
I smiled warmly as the three of them entered the room, firstly Jason, a wide grin plastered across his face, childlike even. Followed closely by Nate, admittedly good looking for a guy of his age, with a small yet friendly smile playing at his lips, with last but not least Mr reincarnation of Jesus himself- Shane Grey, with Oh what a surprise- no smile.
"Hi" I greeted as confident and composed as possible as I internally pushed aside the urge to have one of those crazy fan girl moments
I exchanged a quick but firm handshake with Nate and an overly friendly embrace from Jason as they introduced themselves, which of course was unnecessary, but polite nevertheless.
"I'm Michelle, but please call me Mitchie; Michelle makes me sound like an 80 yr old"
I heard a cough coming from Shane followed with a few muttered words, which I swear were "you look like one too" I shook it off, mentally taking note of his comments and behaviour for future encounters.
"Well it's nice to meet you Mitchie" Jason chimed in; I couldn't help but smile at his carefree, upbeat personality
"Like wise"
"Sorry, but we've just got to make a couple of calls real quick, but in the mean time, get acquainted with Shane" And with that Nate and Jason scurried out of the room, all happiness and comfort leaving with them, being replaced by a thick uneasy atmosphere. I pondered for a couple of seconds, rocking back and forth on my heels before plucking up the courage to speak.
"Hi" I repeated, waiting for the polite acknowledgment from the middle brother, instead all I got was a grunt.
I rolled my eyes "So he is really as much of a jerk in real life" I muttered under my breath, not quite caring if he heard or not.
Of which he did, "Err what did you say?" his eyes narrowed as he brought his gaze to meet mine,
"Oh so he does speak" I replied sarcastically, I know I wasn't acting completely professional, especially for the first day, but if I had any chance of riding out this job for the foreseeable future, I needed respect before I would even consider giving him any.
His mouth fell open slightly, forming an 'o' shape, oh someone wasn't expecting a comeback
"Obviously, I do use my voice for my career"
"But that also prohibits you from acknowledging my existence?"
"I did!" he protested lightly "I...err..."
"Grunted?" I finished off his sentence
"An acknowledgement is an acknowledgment."
He was right, as rude as it was, he was right. Thankfully seconds later, Nate and Jason reappeared, giving me no further need to create conversation with the egotistical pop star.
"I'm really Sorry, Michelle...I mean Mitchie, but we've got to dash, something about the album release. It was nice meeting you; see you tomorrow morning bright and early at 9am?" Nate asked nicely before shaking my hand
I simply nodded "I'll be there"
I bent down, retrieving my bag from the chair, forgetting about how my blouse gapped down, unintentionally revealing my not so prude fuchsia lacy bra. As I got back up I noticed Shane shuffling his feet semi-uncomfortably, with a slight blush across his cheeks.
Oh.
Oh, this is good. The womanizer himself gets uncomfortable at the sight of a bit of lace. Maybe he's not all what he makes out to be.
Oh this was going to be interesting.
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