Confessions on Hotel Paper: Chapter 7
As we made our way back to Caitlyn's car, I couldn't help but feel a little down. Even without talking to each other backstage, I couldn't help but feel weak at the knees just by Shane's gaze.
I missed him already as sad as that sounded.
"I don't know when I'm going to see him next." I admitted to Caitlyn on the drive home.
She gave me a sympathetic glance, "That's why I personally wouldn't be able to do what the two of you are doing. I'm not strong enough for that."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Personally if I were to, say be in a relationship with Nate. I wouldn't want a private relationship."
"With Nate?" I asked grinning.
"Hypothetically speaking." She quickly recovered.
"You like Nate don't you?"
"No." She answered stubbornly.
"You do, don't you?"
"Well maybe I am just a little attracted to him," She confessed reluctantly, "But it would never work with him, he is the serious one of the band, everyone knows he is the one focusing on the PR. It could never work."
"That's what I thought about Shane." I pointed out.
"Yeah, but Nate only ever has private relationships. You never hear about the girls he dates, just the rumours. I couldn't do that, but I really respect you for doing it."
"I guess it's different for me because I want to become a famous musician and people would assume that I was just using Shane."
By the time I got home, my parents were asleep in bed. I thanked Caitlyn for the lift and went inside quietly, being careful to not wake my parents up.
As soon as I got upstairs, I had a shower to wash all my makeup off and got changed into my pajamas.
As I walked back into my bedroom, I heard a sharp tapping noise against my bedroom window. I froze for a split second before going over to it cautiously; I didn't expect to see Shane on my front lawn, throwing rocks at my window.
He stopped once seeing me there and indicated for me to get my cell phone.
I looked around the room and quickly spotted my bag, pulling it out to see miss calls from him. I called him and he answered on the first ring.
"About time," He laughed, "I have been trying you for ten minutes."
"Sorry, I was having a shower. What are you doing on my front lawn?" I asked, going back over to my window to look down at him.
"I want to see you properly, would it be completely unreasonable to ask for you to spend some time with me?"
"At almost eleven o'clock at night?" I asked.
"Come on, you'll be safe with me. But if it will get you in trouble with your parents, I can settle for just a goodnight kiss." He said rather charmingly.
"Well my parents are asleep and I never do anything bad…so I guess I could see you for a couple hours or so." I grinned, "Give me a minute and I'll be right down."
"I'll be waiting."
I hung up the phone and quickly changed into a pair of jeans, a tank top and a hooded jacket, putting some knee-high ugg boots on in the process. Grabbing my house keys and my cell phone, I quietly made my way downstairs. I would be dead if my parents found out I was leaving, but being with Shane for just a little while would be worth any consequences.
I slowly unlocked my front door, opening it slowly so it wouldn't make any noise at all. I quickly stepped through it, shutting it and locking it behind me.
I had never snuck out of my house in my entire life, then again a lot of things had changed since Shane came into my life.
Shane was waiting for me at his car and I didn't hesitate in running over to him and throwing my arms around his neck.
"It's good to see you too, Mitchie." He laughed, holding me tightly in his arms.
I pulled away from him to kiss him tenderly right there under the stars.
"Let's go." He whispered after pulling away.
"Where to?"
"The guys and me are at a hotel like five minutes away. We didn't want to have to drive all the way home after the show." He explained.
He helped me into his car and we were soon on our way to his hotel.
"I will be in so much trouble if my parents find out I'm not in my bed." I laughed lightly.
"Mitch, maybe I should take you home. I don't want you to get in trouble, maybe this was a stupid idea." He sighed.
"No, it's fine." I assured him, "I want to make the most out of what little time we have together."
He smiled at this and we didn't say another word until we got to the hotel. It wasn't extravagant or anything to my surprise, it seemed quite affordable and I couldn't help but think of what the media would say if Shane was seen going into a hotel with a sixteen year old girl.
We got out of his car and Shane grabbed my hand, leading me straight through the entrance of the hotel and down a hallway. We came to a stop outside a room at the very end of the hallway and Shane quickly unlocked it with a swipe key.
He pushed the door open and led me inside; the room was quite nice. It had a queen-sized bed, a television and a bathroom of course.
"This seems to normal for a superstar to stay in." I teased as he locked the hotel door behind him.
"Hey, I can keep it real." He laughed.
"Where are Nate and Jason?"
"They have their own rooms, we aren't ten year olds. We aren't going to share beds." He joked.
"Spoiled jerk." I taunted him, playfully.
"I've missed you." He said rather seriously, ignoring my insult.
"I've missed you too." I said as he came over to me, wrapping his arms around me. His arms were so strong and I felt so safe in them. I felt like nothing bad could ever happen as long as Shane was around.
"I can't believe we have almost been together a whole month." He said softly, letting go of me.
"Longest and only relationship I've been in." I giggled, making him grin, "It really doesn't freak you out that I haven't been in a proper relationship before?"
"Nope."
"I have kissed guys before but no relationships, and I just kind of figured you'd find that strange."
"Not at all, it just means that I don't have to worry about stupid ex boyfriends." He winked at me, sitting down on the bed.
I sat down besides him and didn't feel the slightest bit nervous. I was in a hotel room with my boyfriend, yet I knew nothing would happen between us. He had his morals and I knew that I was not ready for sex.
"How's school?" He asked me.
"It's school and I'm a teenager." I laughed, "It's okay I guess, but I really wish it was just over with already."
"You will miss it when you leave."
I shrugged, "I just want to get out into the real world already. I want to travel a bit maybe, see the world. Eventually I want to settle down and get married to someone I love, and have kids later on."
"Well I've already done the travelling the world thing, but one day I want to settle down too." He said seriously, "I'm really glad I met you, Mitchie."
"Who would have thought that being at Camp Rock would have resulted in this? I can't believe that night turned into today." I admitted, referring to Final Jam.
He didn't say anything; he leant forward and kissed me softly, "Those could be good song lyrics." He murmured pulling away.
"And me without my song book." I laughed.
He looked over at the bedside table, grabbing the hotel notepad and pen, and handed it to me.
"I don't want to miss the opportunity of hearing a potential hit song from you just because you don't have your song book with you."
I rolled my eyes playfully at him and wrote down one sentence.
'I can't believe that night turned into today.'
"Keep writing." Shane encouraged me.
"Without a guitar or piano?" I asked.
"I think you are talented enough to do so." He said, moving up to the head of the bed. He indicated for me to come up and join him, so I moved up but laid down on him, resting my head on his lap. I brought my knees up to rest the hotel notepad on them and began writing some more, allowing Shane to play with my hair as I came up with a melody in my head.
Earlier that night we had to pretend we hardly knew each other whilst backstage and now we could just be natural with each other and actually show affection without worrying about getting any backlash for it.
It only took me ten minutes to write two verses and a chorus, I sung the lines under my breath to the tune I had in my head to make sure it all fit perfectly.
"Am I allowed to hear what you have so far?" He asked.
"No one has really heard my songs before, other than at camp…don't judge me too harshly." I laughed, looking up above me from his lap.
"Sing, Mitch." He chuckled.
I took a deep breath before beginning to sing, looking back at the notepad to read the lyrics.
"I'm standing in the centre of the room
I'm watching boys follow girls perfume
All is as it should be, I assume
Except for the distance between me and you
You're standing as a flower on a wall
The room is still, but we're about to fall
And all the names that brought us here
Simply fade away
Who you are is falling over me
Who you are is everything I need
I'm hoping, I'm waiting, I'm praying you are the one
And I'm hoping, I'm waiting, I'm praying you are the one
I can't believe that night turned into today
I used the line you were supposed to say, oh yeah
And all the names that brought us here
Now we have to thank"
I looked back up at Shane, signaling it was all I had written and he was smiling brilliantly at me.
"Wow."
"Is that a good wow?"
"A very good wow." He affirmed, "If I didn't see you just write that, I'd say you stole the song from another artist."
"I'll take that as a compliment." I giggled.
He leant down; capturing my lips with his own and pulled away a few seconds later, "I think you should finish it."
"Later." I told him, bringing his lips back down to my own.
…
"Shit, it's four am." I cursed, finally noticing the time, we had lost track of time whilst watching some television.
Shane yawned and stood up, "I better get you home."
I stood up, grabbing my phone and my keys in the process and shoving them in my pockets.
"Don't forget your song." Shane instructed me.
I grabbed the notepad and ripped off the top piece of paper that had the lyrics of my song on it.
"Got it."
We quickly left his hotel room, making our way down the hallway, through the entrance and out to the car park. Soon enough we were driving back to my place and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep in the passenger seat.
"Mitch, you have to wake up." I heard Shane murmur, shaking me awake gently.
I must have ended up falling asleep.
I let out a yawn, "When will I see you next?"
"Within the week, I promise."
I smiled, "I am hopefully going to get a car sometime soon, I'll be able to come up and see you so you don't always have to come here for me."
"I don't mind doing it for you."
I leant forwards to kiss him sweetly.
Shane of course walked me to my front door, kissing me goodbye before leaving.
I was extra cautious going upstairs in the dark to my bedroom; I didn't make any noise at all. Turning my bedroom light on, I shut the door behind me, pulling everything out of my pockets and placing them on my bed.
I got changed back into my pajamas and quickly brushed my hair in my mirror before going over to my bed. I quickly tossed my keys off it absentmindedly and placed my cell phone on my bedside table. The piece of paper that was in my pocket that had my song on it, was lying open and I knew I had to finish the song even though I was extremely tired.
It took me five minutes to come up with a bridge; it was all that was needed.
"If you want, I will wait, I will follow
I'm here to stay
As long as we're promised tomorrow
I promise you today
I'll wait, I'll wait
Who you are is falling over me
And who you are has got me on my knees
I'm hoping, I'm waiting, I'm praying you are the one
I'm hoping, I'm waiting, I'm praying you are the one
You are the one" I sung the chorus as well, quietly with a smile on my face.
Satisfied with the song, I folded up the piece of hotel paper and placed it next to my phone.
I really hoped that Shane was the one.