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Chapter 1: Shane

POV: Shane

I hadn't realized how late it was until my phone started to ring. By Murphy's luck, it was across the room and I had to get out of bed to answer it.
Looking at the display, my worst fear became true: My mother was calling.

Don't get me wrong, my mum's great. I haven't really talked to her since the press dubbed me a "good boy" again.
I had only called her and dad twice, once to apologize and once to talk to them for about two hours. Well, mum and my sister talked most of the time while dad and I were only able to throw in a few words.

Did I mention that I even thanked Nate and Jason (Well, mostly Nate) for sending me to Camp Rock to "clear up my act"? No? Well, I did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met my girlfriend.
Yep, that's right.

Girlfriend.

My girlfriend!

If you haven't already figured it out, I'll tell you some news.
Her name's Mitchie, Mitchie Torres (But the press doesn't know that. They just know that I'm dating someone.) She's an amazing girl, awesome singer, a little bit shy, and absolutely cute!
Don't tell anybody I called her cute, got it? It would totally ruin my image.

Stop laughing. I can't help that she's … well her.

Anyway, my phone was ringing and mum was the caller. So, I had to answer it.
Taking a deep breath, I just did that.

"Hi, mum."
Normally mum would have been excited and answering with a cheerful "Shane, how's my baby-boy?"

Do. Not. Tell. Anyone.

Stop. Laughing.

I can't help it that I'm still her little baby, can I?

Because she didn't answer in her usual way, I was confused. "Mum?"

"How could you, Shane?" Her voice sounded disappointed and sad.

And I had no clue what I had done wrong.

Before I had that chance to ask what I had done, she decided to go on speaking again.

"Who is she? And don't lie to me!"

I was still confused. Who's who?

"Who, mum?"

I could tell that she wasn't pleased with my answer when I heard her reply.

"I'm talking about the girl in the pictures on Hot Tunes! And don't tell me now you don't know who she is because you two seemed cozy!"

Girl? Picture? Hot Tunes?

Shit!

Now I had to make sure to do limited amount of damage.

"What does she look like, mum?"

By now, I felt a little bit scared. Mum could be really scary when she was upset.

If she had been standing in front of me, she would have been staring me down, I was sure of that.

"Don't play dumb, Shane."

I didn't answer; I thought it might be safer to just let her talk.

"She had brown wavy hair that was halfway down to her back. She was wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, though I don't remember its colour and she was also wearing a black leather jacket.

"It was exactly the same jacket my son always wears. Although according to an interview he had done one week ago, he misplaced it. They, like me, wanted to know why he wasn't wearing his trademark leather jacket. So, you see, I'm a little bit confused.
"Oh, she also had sunglasses and a huge smile on her face."

Oops.

Not good, definitely not good. What to tell her?

"I'm waiting,"

I tell you, it's never good to let your own mother get impatient.

Just as I was about to answer her, mum started talking again.

"You know, I've already called Brown. He hinted to know that girl.
He let it drop that you two had spent some time together at Camp Rock and seeing these pictures I'd say it's a little bit more than only friendship."

"Yes, mum, she was at Camp Rock, too. She's my best friend."

"I wasn't aware of the fact that best friends kiss each other nowadays."

Double shit.

Wait, they got a picture of Mitchie and I kissing?

Fu- Fun.

"I… Mum I- I can explain. Really!"

"Shane, be here Friday at 6 p.m. Your father, sister and I will be waiting for both you and your 'best friend'. Don't be late!"

She hung up before giving me a chance to answer.

Now, how do I tell Mitchie that she has to meet my parents?

I'm screwed.