AN: This story goes along wit Cupids Arrows stories…it was kinda an extra chapter we wrote together…

This story goes along wit Cupids Arrows stories…it was kinda an extra chapter we wrote together…

"I've gotta pack." Mitchie whispered.

Shane didn't want her to leave. "I can help."

Mitchie laughed at the thought. Pop star Shane Gray helping. "K, c'mon." She led him to her cabin, that she shared with Kaitlin. Her empty duffel bag was on the bed, and Mitchie unzipped it before opening one of her drawers and taking a shirt out. Shane took one out, too, crumpling it up and tossing it into the bag, reaching for another.

"You're not gonna fold that?" She asked in amusement.

He shrugged. "What for?"

Mitchie rolled her eyes. "You don't know how, do you?"

It took Shane a minute, but he finally admitted it. "No. I don't."

She showed him how, and then it was his turn to try. When he was done, Mitchie laughed. "No, do it like this." She corrected his mistakes, and then let him try.

"Like this?" He showed her, and she nodded.

"Rockstar can fold his own clothes now." She laughed.

Shane raised his eyebrows. "Don't count on it."

She laughed again, and grabbed another shirt to fold, when she turned around to face the duffel bag, Shane pulled one of Mitchie's bras out of the drawer, and tried it on over his shirt. It was hot pink, with white hearts all over it. When she turned around to get another shirt, she just stared at him. Shane struck a pose, putting his hands on his hips. Mitchie tried to look disapproving, but the grin on her lips told the real story. In the blink of an eye, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, snapped a picture, and stuck her tongue out at him. "Now…" She started, grinning. "I'm gonna send it to everyone."

Shane didn't waste a second in grabbing the phone out of her hand, and laughing. "Now…" He said. "You're not."

Mitchie took the phone back. "We'll see about that."

Shane pulled the bra off, and chased her around the cabin, and pushed her onto Kaitlin's bed, before falling on top of her.

They were both breathing hard and laughing, and Mitchie blushed.

"Sorry." Shane said.

Mitchie shook her head. "Don't be." She gave him a quick peck on his lips, and smiled at him.

He grinned and kissed her again, the phone forgotten about.

"You up for a walk? I need to talk to you." Shane asked after dinner.

Mitchie shrugged. "I'd love that." And she meant it.

They sat on the dock, dipping their feet in the water. "So…" He started. "Connect 3 is going on tour."

She looked down, knowing she'd miss him terribly. "That's great." She lied.

Apparently he heard the pain in her voice, because he looked her in the eyes, and said exactly what she was hoping for. "I love you, Mitchie."

"I love you, too, Shane."

He put his arms around her and they watched the sunset in silence.

"I want you to go on tour with me." He said.

She gave him a half-hearted smile. "I cant, Shane. I've got school."

"Well then you've at least gotta do a concert with me when I come to perform in Cali." He said.

Mitchie smiled. "As long as it's not on a school night."

He laughed. "K, deal."

It was quiet for a moment, and she nuzzled her nose in Shane's neck. It was their last night together, and Mitchie was going to make the most of it.

"Guess who my opening act is gonna be?" Shane said, caressing her hair.

She shrugged. "I dunno, who?"

"The Jonas Brothers."

Mitchie squealed. "No way! They are SO cute! I LOVE the oldest one, what's his name?"

"Joe?"

She squealed again. "Hey, you kinda look like him…"

Shane shrugged. "But I'm WAY cuter, right?"

She laughed. "Yes you are. Guess what?"

"What?"

Mitchie smiled. "The Jonas Brothers were under my bed last night."

AN: Ok so...um...tell me how bad that one was...