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Confessions on Hotel Paper: Chapter 1

"Mitchie."

Whirling around on the spot, I saw that the warm voice belonged to Shane. A huge smile was plastered on his face as he came over to me and I couldn't help but smile back.

"You've never called me Mitchie before." I noted, still overwhelmed at the fact that I was the girl that Shane Gray had been searching for all summer, "You've never called me by my name before."

"Mitchie," He repeated with a smirk, resting his hand on the railings of the small balcony that was right outside the Camp Rock Theatre, overlooking the lake, "You owe me a canoe ride."

"I do don't I?" I laughed lightly, trying to cover up the slight nervousness in my voice. It was so hard still to comprehend that Shane wanted to speak to me, that he wanted to go on a canoe ride with me.

"You do," He chuckled, "You did great out there tonight by the way."

"Thank you, you did great as well but you are used to performing."

"You're not?"

I shook my head, "Nope, I have never performed on my own before." I admitted.

"Wow, you seemed really natural out there. Your voice is kind of amazing, otherwise I wouldn't have been trying to find you all summer."

I held my breath for a moment, feeling the blush creep onto my cheeks, "Thank you, it means a lot."

"How old are you?" He asked, his dark-brown eyes gazing into mine.

"Sixteen," I replied a little shakily, "Why?"

"I can't believe you can write songs like that at your age." He confessed, his dark-straight hair blowing lightly in the breeze.

I shrugged my shoulders, reaching up to push some of my own blowing hair behind my ear but Shane grabbed my wrist gently to stop me.

I swallowed as I felt the sparks emit through my skin as Shane's free hand brushed my hair behind my ear.

I looked down averting his stare, "How about that canoe ride?" I said softly, trying to make my voice sound normal.

He let go of my wrist and nodded, "Sure, let's go."

I looked back up at him and he was still smiling, we made our way down to the lake together. There was only a half a metre distance between us, at the most, as we made our way there. Shane didn't hesitate in flipping a canoe over, grabbing the life jackets out of it and handing me one.

Slipping it over my head, Shane did the same and wasted no time in pushing the canoe into the water. He offered me his hand and I took it in my own, allowing him to help me into the canoe so I wouldn't get my shoes wet.

Soon enough the two of us were padding out into the lake, the moonlight shining down on it.

"Can I explain some things?" I asked rather softly.

He nodded, a serious expression on his face all of a sudden.

"Last time we were on a canoe like this, I meant everything I said to you. I wasn't faking anything at all, I was just being me." He stayed silent so I went on, "The story about my mum being the president of Hot Tunes in China was something I told Tess when I first met her, I was rather intimidated and I know it was wrong but I just wanted to belong, to fit in."

Shane let out a small sigh, studying me carefully, "Do you know why I reacted so badly after Beach Jam when I found out?"

I shook my head, bringing my oar into my lap as Shane had done the same, "Why?" I asked almost silently, not knowing if I wanted to know the answer.

"Because you were the first person that I have met in a long time that I was able to be myself around. You could talk to me and not see me as some big celebrity, you spoke to me as if I was normal and not famous." He explained.

"I'm sorry." I apolgised, "But I really wasn't pretending around you."

A small smile escaped his lips, "Tell me a bit about yourself Mitchie, you reintroduced yourself to me earlier but I really don't know a lot about you."

"My name is Mitchie Torres, born in Dallas, Texas and currently living in Anaheim, California. I am sixteen and a junior in high school. I play guitar and piano, sing and write my own songs." I replied, "Tell me a bit about you."

"I'm Shane Gray, but you already knew that of course," He replied a little cockily, making me roll my eyes at him playfully, "I am twenty, living in LA and was born in a little town in New Jersey."

"Can I ask you something? It may be a little personal so you don't have to answer if you don't want to." He nodded so I went on, "Why did you come back to Camp Rock this year? Hot Tunes reported story after story about you being a bad boy, walking off the set of music videos and such…you kind of didn't really seem to want to be here earlier this summer."

"The label sent me back here. I didn't want to be here at all, I have been used before I guess you could say. Other artists using me to further their career…it just affected me badly and hearing your song that first day of camp kind of woke me up. Over the course of the summer your friendship helped because I really did, well do trust you, Mitchie. "

I winced slightly at the word friendship. I knew I felt a little more than friendship for him but I was just being some silly little teenage girl with a crush. He was twenty years old, an adult, and more importantly he was famous and wanted by practically half of the world's female population.

"Mitchie." He repeated, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry…I was just thinking."

"About?"

"Us," I admitted, blushing faintly, "I never would've dreamt of becoming friends with you."

"I am pretty amazing aren't I?" He teased.

"Jerk." I giggled, trying to sound insulting. I failed miserably as he simply laughed in response.

"Would you like to come back to my cabin for a little while? It's getting a little cold out here on the lake." He commented, "You're shivering."

I hadn't noticed I was until he said it, so I nodded and we began paddling again, making our way back into the shore. It didn't take too long for us to get back in and to take our life jackets off. Shane then slipped his leather jacket off and held it out for me.

"Shane, no." I objected, "I'm not going to leave you cold."

"I'll be fine." He assured me, so I relented and slipped into his warm jacket, taking in his scent.

"Come on, my cabin is right nearby." He told me, placing a hand on my back and leading me off in the direction of the cabins.

There was no one around his cabin at all, it was a little secluded, he obviously got the best cabin being Brown's nephew. He led me onto the little porch outside his cabin door and sat down on a seat there.

I sat down opposite him, wrapping my arms around myself in an effort to keep warm.

"Did you want a bottle of water or anything?" He offered me.

I shook my head politely, "No thank you…could I ask you another question though?"

"Shoot."

"Do you remember when you first met me?"

"Yes," He answered me, "I was playing guitar and you said you liked what I was playing."

I smiled at this and shook my head, "Nope."

"What are you taking about?" He asked, clearly confused.

"Your manager never sent over your food allergy list." I said with a smile on my face.

It took him a few seconds to process what I had said; "You were the girl in the kitchen with the flour all over her face." He laughed.

"Guilty." I laughed with him.

"What made you want to come here?" Shane asked me once we contained our laughter.

"I someday hope to make it in the business, I want to be an artist and have people singing my songs back to me at concerts."

"I could probably arrange for you to meet Connect 3's producers." He offered.

"No," I replied sharply and instantly, "I don't want you to do that at all, but thanks for the offer." He didn't seem taken back at all and ran a hand through his hair, "I want to be able to make it as an artist by working hard, I don't want it handed to me if that makes sense."

Shane nodded and looked at me intently, similar to how he had looked at me the first time we went out on the canoes.

"You really are different, Mitchie…there's just something about you that sets you apart from every other girl here."

I blushed, yet again and tore my eyes off his, not knowing what to say "Shane, I…" I trailed off.

"Tell me something, are you a fan of Connect 3?"

"Honestly? Yes," I answered him, "I'm not a huge obsessed fan but I know the majority of your songs and was a little disappointed to hear about your bad boy ways." I teased lightly.

He laughed and reached for my hand, holding it gently in his own. I felt like I was floating and I could feel the smile growing bigger on my face by the second.

"Oh crap, what's the time?" I asked in a panic, coming back to reality.

Shane pulled his phone out of his pocket with his free hand, "It's a little after midnight."

"Caitlyn and the girls will be wondering where I am." I said reluctantly, standing up. I had moved in with Caitlyn, Lola and a couple others after the whole Tess fiasco at Beach Jam.

Shane stood up with me, not letting go of my hand, "Let me walk you back to your cabin."

I smiled gratefully and we made our way to the row of camper's cabins.

He intertwined our fingers together, squeezing my hand gently as we walked.

"I could get in trouble for being out after camp curfew." I reminded him.

"Well you're with me, I think I could get you out of trouble…plus I wouldn't want you to get in any trouble and not be able to come back here next year. You are coming back here next year right?"

"Of course, I had the best summer ever. You'd have to tie me up and throw me off a bridge to stop me from coming back." I joked, resulting in him laughing lightly.

All too soon we came to the front of my cabin and Shane didn't let go of my hand, "Mitchie." He spoke softly, staring down into my eyes.

"We go home in the morning." I reminded him quietly, reaching for the door handle.

He carefully spun me around with the hand he was holding so I was facing him, my back leaning against the front door of the cabin. I could feel his warm breath on my face as his other hand grabbed mine, so he was holding both of them.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, looking into his eyes.

"Mitchie…" He trailed off, leaning in ever so slightly and closing his eyes.

In a split second, I closed my eyes too.

I felt his lips press against mine softly and cautiously, afraid to how I would react. I kissed him back gently, savouring his taste and ignoring the butterflies in my stomach.

He let go of my hand, placing his own on the side of my face, I brought my hand to his chest, gripping his shirt slightly as I parted my lips open slightly.

He pressed me up against the door, his body right up against mine as he deepened the kiss, his other hand letting go of mine to rest on my hip. I wrapped my arms around his neck in response, feeling the sparks shoot through my entire body.

He pulled away breathlessly a moment later, his lips only a few inches away from my own, "Go out with me." He murmured.

I opened my eyes to see him looking at me, "What?" I breathed out.

"I like you and I want to go out with you…exclusively."

I wanted to say yes and to kiss him, but this wasn't some fantasy or fairytale, this was the real world. "Shane, let's be realistic…how would that work?" I questioned him, my voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his eyes showing confusion.

"I am just a sixteen year old girl from Anaheim, I'm not famous, I'm not anything special and you are a celebrity Shane…I can't possibly see how it would work."

He pulled away from me completely and let go of me, closing his eyes, "I care about you a lot…you obviously don't care enough about me to try and make it work." He opened his eyes and they looked hurt, similar to Beach Jam.

"Shane, I-"

"If you care for me at all, come say goodbye before I leave tomorrow." He cut me off in a cold tone. He turned around and left me there, unable to say another word.

I knew I cared about him; I liked him a lot and wanted to be with him. But it just didn't seem plausible, how could a normal girl date the front man of the biggest band in America and in other countries around the world?

I closed my eyes; feeling them becoming watery and I held my breath.

I felt like I could be myself around Shane, I felt like he understood me and he made me laugh, he made me feel good about myself.

I mentally screamed at myself for being an idiot, I cared about him and he cared about me, that was what was important.

I opened my eyes and broke out into a run, heading for Shane's cabin. As it was dark, the moon helped me make my way there and I knew if I got caught out after curfew alone that I'd be in big trouble.

I spotted Shane just as he approached his cabin and called out to him as quietly as possible, but just loud enough to get his attention.

"Shane!"

He froze to the spot immediately and I stopped running, making my way over to him slowly as he turned around.

He let out a smile once seeing me and I bit my bottom lip in response, as I reached him, he tucked some blowing hair behind my ear and left his hand on my face.

"I care about you a lot," I admitted, "I feel like I can be myself around you, I feel so at ease around you. I just need to know that we can make this work, that it is actually possible and that this isn't a dream."

He didn't miss a beat, his lips meeting my own and pulling away a few seconds later.

"You always wake up at the best part of a dream." He smirked, "I'm still here so you mustn't be dreaming."

"You really are a jerk." I laughed lightly.

"We can make it work Mitchie, it will be hard. It will be very hard but we can make it work. We won't know if we don't ever try."

I nodded, "Can we talk? Let you know why I was so hesitant?"

He nodded his head in response, "Come inside my cabin." He grabbed my hands and brought me into his cabin. It was much nicer than the camper's cabins; he had a queen-sized bed for one and much more floor space.

"So this is how the other side live?" I joked, "Your own cabin by the water."

"No, it's how the nephew of the camp owner lives." He corrected me.

"Jerk." I responded teasingly, letting go of his hand to go sit on the end of his bed.

He gave me a lopsided smile, before becoming serious, "Why don't you think this will work?"

"You are a celebrity Shane, I am just a nobody. I am sixteen years old, you are twenty, I am jailbait." He laughed at this but I continued on, "You have one of the most recognisable faces in the world, girls throw them selves at you…I don't think they'd like the fact that you are dating someone, especially someone who isn't famous."

"No one has to know."

"What?"

"We don't have to tell anyone that we are together, we can keep us a secret, focus on us without the whole world having to know."

"A secret?" I asked dubiously.

"I don't mean to insult you but for lack of better words, a secret." He affirmed.

I stood up, "So the only way we'd work is if we were a secret?" I asked, raised my voice slightly.

"Mitchie, don't take offense." He said, standing up and grabbing my hands.

"What do you mean? You want to keep me a secret, are you already ashamed of me or something?"

"Mitchie, I know what the media is like. They will follow you around relentlessly, they will find out everything about you, your name, your age, where you go to school, where you live…nothing will be private."

"But I'm not famous at all, why would they care."

"Not to sound like a jerk, but they'd care because you are with me. They like to ruin things, they take stories out of context…it's what they do. They will find out every detail of your life, every little thing that has happened to you in the past. Every single mistake you've made."

"I understand…" I trailed off, looking down at my feet, "They'd find out we met here and assume I was using you for my music career, that you are using me to become famous yourself."

"Fame comes with a price…if you want a public relationship, I'll be happy to do so. Just know what will happen." He warned me.

"No…I think dating secretly is what is best." I agreed, "We are really going to do this?"

"We really are." He grinned, before leaning down to kiss me once more.

I knew it would be hard; but Shane was most definitely worth it.

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