England wasn't like the movies. It wasn't as glamorous, and it was definitely dirtier. It was different than America. I mean, the crazy people drive on the wrong side of their cars! It was still beautiful and historic looking. I heard once that Europeans aren't really big fans of Americans, and that you have to pretend to be Canadian if you go here.

Being American wasn't a problem with Connect Three. As soon as we stepped foot off the plane, swarms of reporters and fans screamed as airport security held them back. The high price of fame. Shane grabbed my hand tightly as we navigated the crowd behind Bobby and Hank. Somehow, we made it to the cars that were waiting for us, and piled in quickly. Shane and I ended up with Monica, and Mady, Nate, Jason, and Anastasia were in another one.

I let out a big sigh, and Monica glared at me.

"I don't think we've met yet," I said, attempting to be cordial, and turning toward her.

"Well, I know who you are, and you know who I am so it's almost the same thing," she replied.

"I'm Mitchie."

She rolled her eyes, "Monica."

I decided to stop trying too hard with a lost cause, and lay my head on Shane's shoulder.

Monica didn't stop.

"So Mitchie . . . you and Shane met at Camp Rock?"

"Yes . . ."

"Well, so you want to be famous? Do you really want to put up with all those crazy fans you just saw out there?"

"Well, since the fans were probably all for Connect Three, I don't think you've experienced that quite yet."

Her mouth dropped open a little bit, and she shut it, turning her head toward the window and giving me the silent treatment for the rest of the car ride.

We reached the hotel shortly, and I realized I could get used to this life. It was gorgeous. Bobby said it was one of the oldest hotels in England, and that all the celebrities stayed there when they were in town. I was so excited to finally be here.

Today's agenda was to just settle in. The first of three concerts here would be tomorrow night. I had a few calls to make, but we could do whatever we wanted for the evening. As soon as I got my room, I called Caitlyn.

"Mitch, everyone is talking about you!"

"Everyone meaning . . ."

"School, internet, everyone. They all want to know more about who Shane Grey's girlfriend is."

"Well, that's only because half of America thinks they are in love with him and they want me gone."

Caitlyn was quiet, realizing I was probably right.

"There was a segment on the tour today on Access Hollywood," she informed me.

I didn't like where this was going.

"They filmed you guys boarding the plane before you left."

"And?"

"And . . . there's kind of a not so attractive picture of you blowing your nose floating around."

My heart sank. I was never going to get this right. I was going to constantly be in the spotlight embarrassing myself, and it wasn't even my own career yet!

"What am I going to do Cait?"

"You'll be fine Mitchie. Don't stress about it too much. It will get better."

Shane walked into the room, and saw the look of distress on my face.

"I have to go now Cait, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Sure thing. Bye!"

As we hung up the phone, Shane came over by my side.

"What's wrong?" he asked, all concerned and looking cute.

"Nothing. I'm great. Now that you're here," I declared.

He smiled, looked back at the closed door and went in for a kiss.

Shane's lips felt familiar and missed. It had been so long. We got a bit carried away on the couch we were on, and fully absorbed into our passion. Thoughts of Shane were rushing through my head as I wondered if it got any better than this. After awhile, Shane pulled back and looked straight into my eyes, with his hand under my chin. Was this love? I didn't know, but I thought it at least came close.

I got chills as I felt Shane's other hand slip under the bottom of my shirt. I loved the feeling of his warm hand against my stomach as he slowly moved higher, and the fire in his eyes grew as he stared back into mine.

"Shane?"

Shane sprung off me faster than I'd ever seen him move before. Bobby was standing in the doorway looking a little uncomfortable.

"I just wanted to let you know we're all going down for dinner now," he said, "and we also need to talk about a few rules, so everyone needs to be there."

Shane just nodded his head as Bobby walked away, leaving the door open.

"I guess we didn't hear him knock!" I laughed, trying to fix the awkwardness of the moment.

Shane winked and grabbed my hand so we could make our way downstairs.

"We'll have to remember to lock it next time," he said, as I pulled out my key to lock the door.

"So there will be a next time?" I asked, contemplating on the new territory Shane and I had just covered.

"If you want there to be Mitch," he replied, "I don't want to do anything you don't want to."

I thought about it for a moment.

"Of course I want a next time . . . and maybe this next time we'll see what happens when no one interrupts," I added slyly.

Shane had a priceless look on his face, and I thought he was going to take my key and force me back into the room right then. He would have to be tortured for awhile.

"It's going to be a little hard to get through dinner now that you said that . . ." he proclaimed, looking nervous.

Wow. Shane Grey wanted me alright.

I made a mental note to talk to Mady before anything else happened, just so I could be prepared.

England had already begun to unfold a realm of new possibilities. . .