A/n: I have returned. Agh. Ok, it's been a while since I wrote a multi-chap story, but here I am, I am back, with a fresh new storyline! I couldn't sleep last night and I thought of this, it's a tad random but I think I can do a lot with it. Yay! Anyway, read and enjoy.
I own nothing but the plot. Please don't sue me, that would so not be cool!
Sins.
Chapter one: Competition.
Mitchie Torres gently strummed her fingers across the arm of her chair, her foot tapping in synchronisation upon the floor of the airport. She opened her eyes gently, tiredness bugging her eyes as the weight of a five AM wake up call tugged against her eye lids. She squinted at the group of friends in front of her, all of their mouths moving slowly and soundlessly in dreary, tired conversation, the music blaring from her headphones being the only sound she could hear.
She noted her best friend, Caitlyn's stance, an awing, loving smile upon her features as she stared up at Nate, who seemed, as always, utterly oblivious. Mitchie rolled her eyes, they were perfect for each other, why couldn't they see it? They had been friends for so long, why were they so closed off? Jason was there too, his dark hair framing his permanently cheerful face, even the frightfully early hours of the morning couldn't keep his smile down. His arm was draped lovingly around Ella's shoulders, who was gazing ahead of her, her eyes laminated with a thin glaze.
The only man missing from that picture was Shane Gray, who was currently at Mitchie's side, his head lulling backwards and his large sunglasses covering the majority of his sleeping face. Mitchie violently, yet not too painfully, elbowed him in the side, stifling her laugh as he jolted upright, his glasses falling from his face and his eyes scouring the room for the culprit who had viciously pulled him from his slumber.
"Nice, Mitch. Nice." Shane stated as his eyes landed upon Mitchie whose lip was quivering slightly from the sustained laughter. Mitchie finally let the laugh slip from her lips before pulling her headphones from her ears. "Why did I agree to come on holiday with you guys? Especially you?" Shane teased, poking her lightly in the ribs on the word 'you'.
"Because you love us, especially me." Mitchie taunted, sticking her tongue out from between her teeth.
"Sure I do," Shane replied sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "You know Mitch, I've decided...." Shane began, shifting his body so he was facing the others once more.
"Decided what?" Mitchie questioned, furrowing her eyebrows.
"I've decided that I'm going to get you very, very drunk on this vacation, I've never seen you drunk." Shane mused, gazing into the distance.
"No you won't. Never touched a drink, never will." Mitchie told him proudly.
"You've never, as in never had a drink?" Shane repeated, completely shocked by the mere thought.
"Never." Mitchie replied bluntly.
"Holy crap. But you're eighteen!"
"Yes, And?" Mitchie smiled, shrugging her shoulders.
"You're eighteen…..and you've never had a drink?" Shane said again, the years of education he had missed due to fame clearly having an effect on him.
"Yes Shane, I'm eighteen. I've never touched a drink, I've never smoked, and I've never done drugs! I'm a good girl" Shane snapped his head round to look at her, taking in her words, pursing his lips. "Good girl!" Mitchie exclaimed, prodding herself gently in the chest and raising her voice a little.
"A good girl." He repeated quietly, testing the words on his tongue, establishing the meaning behind them. "Humph." He finally said after a moment of silence. "We'll see," He whispered warily, raising his eyebrows.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Mitchie questioned, not being able to help the smile that graced her lips as she studied his features.
"It means, you won't be after this holiday."
"Oh please, I'm a good girl, and no arrogant little popstar is going to change that!" Mitchie said playfully.
"Aw, Mitch, you underestimate me. Once this holiday is over, you will have succumbed to all that is bad…. And the…the seven deadly sins." Shane finally spat out, making sure to emphasise 'the seven deadly sins' with his most evil voice.
"Oooh, I'm scared." Mitchie whispered shaking her hands and bulging her eyes theatrically. "You know, half of those things people do on a daily basis." Mitchie commented.
"Well, if you're such a good girl, you obviously don't. At least for this holiday you have to try not to," Shane said mischievously, smiling at his genius. "And if you lose you have to do something of my choice. Is it a deal?" Shane finally declared stretching out his hand and waiting for Mitchie to take it.
"I don't know…Wait, what exactly do I get if I win?" Mitchie asked, narrowing her eyebrows.
"But you won't so it's completely pointless. Ok ok…." Shane added as he noted the scowl Mitchie sent in his direction. "How about… I play as well, then the person who commits the most sins is the loser?" Shane stated, once again adapting a daunting tone to the word 'sins'.
"Well…I guess." Mitchie said hesitantly, biting her lip casually as the thought of what Shane would ask of her if she lost.
"Oh come on Mitch, live a little." Shane prompted, waggling his hand and his thick eyebrows.
"Fine, ok, it's a deal." Mitchie finally declared with a smile as she placed her hand into Shane's and shaking, uncertainly.
"Great." Shane whispered, an evil, scheming grin appearing on his face. "This, this is going to be fun." He added, rubbing his hands together as Mitchie looked at him nervously.
What had she gotten herself into?
Coming soon....
Gluttony. Greed. Sloth. Wrath. Envy. Pride. Lust.
One winner.
One loser.
And one demand.
A/n: So watcha think? Like it? Love it? Hate it so much you want to kick me in face? These are things I need to know? So review....Please :).
.Love.
Emma.
P.s: I don't know what is with the major overuseage of fullstops. I like them. It's my new thing. More like an obsession really. I like them. Wooo. Bye. Review please.