Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews! No fluff in this chapter, sorry. I have writer's block now. Sob, sob.

Mitchie glanced outside of the window, it was already dark before she knew it. Wearily, she tapped the surface of the glass, wondering when they would get there. She wasn't hungry, but she had a longing to see their recording studio. She was grateful, but that didn't stop the feeling of excitement.

Squeezing her soft brown eyes shut she tried desperately to allow the required sleep conquer over. She was tired, and Caitlyn and Nate were already sleeping.

Drifting off, the bus came to a stop, causing her to open her eyes, wide. "We're here…Oh, we're here!"

Connect Three and the two girls got off the bus, which was parked in front of an exquisite hotel. Caitlyn and Mitchie mouthed, "Oh my gosh."

They entered the lobby, where there were elevated chandeliers with faint light. Hanging from the walls were baskets with artificial flowers to suit the mood, along with framed paintings. Faint tunes could be heard from somewhere Mitchie couldn't distinct.

"Fancy!" the two girls chorused.

At the front desk, a man in formal attire greeted them with, "We've been waiting for your arrival."

Their suites were at the end of the second floor and they were close to each other, connected by a door so that they could see each other anytime. Mitchie and Caitlyn didn't mind sharing one, 21.

Mitchie gaped at their room. It was pretty large, according to her. It was unadorned, but it gave off an elegant feeling. A bathroom was on the right side when entering. There were two beds, neatly draped in white cloth. A television was at the front of the room. They had a great view of the outside. There was somewhat a part of a kitchen; a refrigerator, a sink, and a coffee maker.

"Wow," all was Mitchie had said, and Caitlyn agreed.

Caitlyn just flopped down on her bed, and sighed as she clutched her pillow. She gazed at

the bare ceiling, embracing her pillow gently, as she buried her face and gave a muffled scream. Then she looked up at her friend and said, "I really don't get it."

"I do," Mitchie simply put, grinning.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Well, Cait', I think you like a certain Nate."

Caitlyn frowned. "It doesn't work that way. I just met him."

"At least I get to see the girlish side of you."

A knock came about on their second door, which connected to the other guys' room. "Hey." It sounded like Nate's voice.

"Yeah?"

"Let's go down to our private dinner, Shane's not coming though," he said plainly.

"You booked a private dinner?" Caitlyn questioned.

Nate sighed, and said, "Just meet us at the end of the hallway."

Caitlyn turned to Mitchie, "Are you coming?"

"Nah," Mitchie answered, "I'm not hungry. You go. Besides, it's already late."

"If you say so."

"Hey guys." Caitlyn greeted Nate and Jason bluntly, because they were tired.

Afterwards, they were led an intricate, classy room. They were seated at a table in the center of the room which was carved to perfection in the shape of a circle with laced cloth draped over it.

Caitlyn spoke up for once, "So, you guys must be used to all this fancy stuff, huh? And this is just a hotel…"

"Nah, nothing much." Nate said, as he looked through the menu.

Meanwhile, Mitchie stared blankly at the ceiling. She spoke up, "Hey, Shane. Can I ask you something?"

There was no answer, which made her wonder. "Shane?" He can't be asleep already…

With a slight smile, she grabbed the dull handle and turned it, pushing slightly the door gave way and opened to a silent, room, the only light being in the form of a faint nightlight plugged in over by the window.

She finally realized that he was in the shower.

Shane took the advantage of the "normal" showers as much as possible, since he missed them, instead of the ones at Camp.

She obviously waited for quite a while, sitting on his bed. She grew weary and bored, and unknowingly fell asleep on his bed.

He came out of the bathroom with a fresh scent. A girl was resting on his bed, brown locks enveloped her face as she breathed softly. He was surprised, but she looked brighter than any star, he thought as he looked out the window.

"Mitchie?"