Assumptions

Summary- Everyone knew that assuming was bad, but they still did it anyways. One assumed that he was mental. Another assumed that he was just joking all the time. No one, not even Jason expected this...

Chapter One- Another Late Day

"Wake up Shane!" Nate's voice rang from the other side of the hotel room. America's hottest boy band, Connect Three, was currently staying at West Palm Beach, Florida for yet another CD signing. It was a typical day for the trio and their 'team.'

"Go away Nate." Shane threatened. This was just another daily routine of their busy schedule- the trouble of waking up the 'great' Shane Grey.

Nate rolled his eyes at his friend. "You're being difficult again." He noted on his way to the bathroom. There were two things Nate currently needed from that room. A cup of water to dump on Shane and the toilet.

As the youngest member began to fill the plastic cup, a muffled response came from Shane. "Go get Jason first!" He said before returning, or at least attempting to return, to his dreams.

"Whatever..."

Before Nate could even exit the bathroom, a loud series of knocks pounded the door. "Guess who!?" A familiar voice shouted.

"I don't know Jason. Is it Hannah Montana?" He said sarcastically as he made his way to the door. Nate simply unlocked the door and returned his way to the bathroom. The doorknob twisted open and then revealed a typical and fully 'rock star' dressed Jason.

"Well Nate, you were off just a bit, but at least you attempted right?!" The eldest member of Connect Three grinned as he closed the door behind him and made his way to Shane's bed. "Time for you to wake up Shane!"

Another groan was his response as Jason began to shake his friend. "The Shane posters and Connect Three CDs aren't gonna sign themselves...or I hope not at least."

"Jase, let Nate finish getting ready first and THEN I'll get up."

Jason chuckled at the comment. "Then we'd be late Shane! It's already 6 A.M!" He replied after taking a quick glance as the digital clock sitting on a table between the two fairly large beds.

Shane slowly sat up and stretched his arms. He covered his hand with his mouth as he let out a loud yawn. Jason laughed at his band mate, who glared at him in response. "You make it sound like it's a bad thing." Shane mumbled.

Slowly, Shane stood up from the bed he once vacated and walked over to his suitcase. Even celebrities, who had so much money in the world, had a hard time choosing what to wear. "The white skinny jeans or the black one?" He debated with himself.

"Don't take forever pretty boy. We need to leave by 6:30." Nate said as he came out from a steaming bathroom. His curls were sagging as water drops dripped one by one onto the carpet. The clock already read 6:10 A.M.

Shane snorted at Nate. "Says you." He retorted before standing up and entering the bathroom with a black v shirt and his favorite pair of white skinny jeans. The door slammed shut, making Nate roll his eyes. Jason laughed at his two friends. They were always like that, so there was nothing to be concerned about.

"I think there's something wrong with him Nate."

"When is there anything ever right about him?" The youngest member mumbled as he took a seat on the opposite bed of Jason. "Whatcha watching Jase?"

Jason shrugged and turned his attention back to the television. "Just flipping through the channels." He replied as he once again clicked the arrow pointing upwards. Nate merely chuckled.

"I can see that." he joked.

"Why'd you ask then?

Nate's smile fell as he turned his head to face Jason. The eldest member had a serious look on his face as he continued to switch from Hot Tunes TV to the Anime Network. The youngest member laughed weakly. "I was kidding Jase..."

Realization dawned on Jason before he directed his attention back to the television. An episode of Pokémon was playing as the two both stared at the screen instead actually watching the show. Time passed by and the only sounds that continued that early morning was the low conversations on the television and the water running for Shane's shower. It wasn't even a minute before Jason started speaking again. "We're going to be late aren't we?"

Another glance at the digital clock, but this time, it read 6:26 A.M. Nate rolled his eyes before looking back at Jason. "Probably. It's not like we'll get in trouble or anything if that's what you're worried about."

Before Jason could respond, the bathroom door slammed open and Shane walked out. Like Nate, his hair was dripping wet. "Where's my straightener?" He asked as he started digging through his suitcase.

"Is it really necessary to straighten your hair? I mean, look at the clock Shane."

Shane did as he was told and turned his direction to the digital clock. It read 6:30 A.M., but that didn't affect Shane at all. He looked back at his band mates and shrugged. "It's not like we haven't been late before." The middle band member stated as he returned to his suitcase. "Besides, appearance is very important."

Nate groaned at his friend's stubbornness. There was nothing that would get him to leave now. Jason laughed at the two. "That's why you wake up earlier Shane."

A second eye roll and more digging was Shane's response. "Come on...." He said as he began to search his suitcase again. Nate shook his head in disapproval, but still stood up to help Shane find his beloved straightener. "Why don't you just go use Jason's?"

"Because mine it better." Was his simple response.

Jason flicked off the television before walking over to Shane and Nate. "Have you checked the bathroom Shane?" He asked. Nate snorted at the comment.

"He probably hasn't."

Shane once again rolled his eyes. "I would have noticed it when I was in the bathroom."

"At least go and check Shane." Jason insisted. Shane took a glance at Nate, who responded with a simple shrug.

"It wouldn't hurt to go and check Shane. The room might've been too steamy."

"Whatever." Shane stood up and walked towards the bathroom. "I'm only checking so you guys will leave me alone." He entered the bathroom and almost immediately, Jason and Nate could hear drawers slamming open and then shut. The cabinets were doing the same.

"Oh."

"What?" Nate cocked his eyebrow at his friend's random 'outburst'. "What's wrong Jase?"

Jason tried to keep himself from laughing. "I just remembered. I borrowed Shane's straightener while he was in the shower last night." He turned to Nate and grinned. "At least it didn't cause too much trouble right?"

Nate massaged his temples before letting out a frustrated groan. "So in other words, we've been searching this room for..." He paused and took yet another look at the clock. 6:40 A.M it read. "..10 minutes when the stupid thing wasn't even in here?"

The eldest band member nodded his head enthusiastically. "Pretty much!" He exclaimed. At the same time, Shane exited the bathroom with a triumphant smile.

"It wasn't in-"

"Your straightener is in Jason's room." Nate interrupted. Shane's victorious grin curved into a scowl. "Jason!" He boomed.

Jason smiled weakly. "My bad." was his simple response.

"Yeah, your bad." He said angrily as he marched towards the door. His hand found its way to the crook of Jason's arm and Shane dragged his band mate out of the room. The eldest member let out a surprised and pained yelp, but still followed. Once the two were out of the room, Nate walked over the wall and started beating his head against the wall.

"Why me?"

From across the hallway, Jason's shouts could be heard. "Oh wait, I left my key in your room Shane!" The wall simply wasn't going to be enough.

Yay this is my first Camp Rock story =D After reading them for like 3 and a half months, I finally decided to write one 8D Better late then never I guess! Things will get better in the late chapters for sure

So now's the big question- how was the story? Next chapter is on it's way!