Shane's POV
I stared out the window of my bedroom. Staring off into space, thinking about nothing. That's a lie. I am thinking about something, or someone. Mitchie Torres. There were so many times I wanted to call her, but every time I dialed her number, I would hang up. Just the other day I finally tried to give her a call, but I found that her line was disconnected. She must have moved somewhere. I would never be able to talk to her again. I lost my chance.
Mitchie was the girl of my dreams. There is no way I will ever find anyone else like her. This sucks. I wish I had had the courage to say "No Mitchie, I LOVE you." Not the friendly way she thought I meant it as. She just smiled and passed it off like it was nothing. I miss her smile. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was rea;;y one in a million.
I was pulled from my thought when I heard Nate yelling from downstairs.
"What do you want Nate!?" I Yelled
"Just get down here we need to talk."
I reluctantly got up from where I was sitting and went down the stairs. What could he possibly want?
"What Nate."
"Well you better sit down because I have a lot to say." I obeyed. "Ever since Camp Rock you have been acting funny. Yes, it's great that you are no longer you usual bad boy self, I'd take the way your acting any day. What I am really trying to say is that Jason and I are worried about you man. You never smile anymore. You are always in your room strumming your guitar and writing new songs, which by the way we want to hear. What happened this summer man?"
I sighed. I did not want to have this conversation with him. I couldn't handle it. I did not need him to feel bad for me. I didn't want that.
"Nate, just drop it. If I ever want to tell you, I will man, but it's to early for this. Just leave it be dude" I said.
I got up and walked out of the house. I needed to clear my head. The last thing I need is for Nate to be worried about me. Why can't they just leave it alone? As I walked down the street I noticed that there was a moving van in front of the usually vacant house next to ours. Please say it's not some crazy fans. Just once could things go my way? I guess I will find out soon enough.
I kept walking. I walked for miles. It was a good feeling. I better turn around before it gets to late. I began to make my way back to my house. Forgetting about my new neighbors. As I passed the house I made a mental not to greet them tomorrow. I walked back in the house and went directly to my room. I walked up to my window and looked over at the other house. A figure in a window across from mine caught my attention, but the lighting was dim so I couldn't really make out anything about the person. All I could tell was that it looked like a girl about my age. Great, just what I need, another fan neighbor. I'll make sure I lock all the doors and windows tonight. We don't want a repeat of what happened last time.
I got ready for bed and tried to go to sleep. I couldn't. Mitchie was all that was on my mind. I needed to see her. If I didn't soon then, I might explode. This is really killing me. I wish I could see her and tell her I love her. I want to tell my self that everything is going to work out, but I know it's a long shot. I can't help but think things are going to turn around for me. I hope I am right because I will not be able to handle it if it doesn't. This for some reason comforted me, and before I knew it, I was asleep.