Okay, so to address the whole, Shane's siblings thing: Nate and Jason weren't his brothers in the movie. Nate says 'your Uncle Brown.' Brown addresses Shane as 'his nephew the pop star' all the time, but Connect 3 as the 'rest of Connect 3'. Jason says 'It's where Connect 3, connected.' implying they met there. Okay. I'm done. Thanks. Oh! And Shane's siblings names are because of the Jonas brothers, but the characters aren't based off of them. And I honestly have no idea if Joe straightens his hair or not, but in my story he does.


Chapter 9

I woke up extremely early and ran to the shower. There was no way I wasn't looking my best for Shane later on. An hour and a half later I was waiting to board my plane. I ended up sitting next to an adorable 6 year old little girl.

"Hi." She said smiling at me.

"Hi." I said smiling back. "Who are you?" I asked.

She looked around carefully. "I'm not supposed to tell strangers that." I laughed, knowing it was probably very true that she couldn't even tell me her first name. We were in first class. She was probably someone's daughter. Someone important. Of course she's someone's daughter.

"Well, I'm Mitchie." I told her. "What are you listening to?" I asked seeing the CD player in her lap.

"Connect 3!" She clapped happily.

"I happen to love Connect 3." I replied. "Do you have a favorite song?"

"I like the one that's on the radio! But it's not on their CD." She seemed to be pouting.

I pulled out my mp3 player and gave her one of the ear buds. "Here." I said, pressing play. She smiled up at me, dancing in her seat. I laughed, content to watch her. When the song finished, This Is Me came on. I wasn't paying attention until she grabbed my hand.

"Who's singing?" She asked.

I went to change the song, "Oh! Sorry-"

"No! No. I like it. Don't change it!" She said stopping my hand from doing so. "Oh! Is that Connect 3, too?"

"Yes, it is." I smiled at her. "I sang that with Shane, the lead singer."

"Really? Lucky." She made it seem like it was the greatest thing in the world. I guess to a six year old, singing with a famous pop star was the greatest thing. "Are you in love?" She asked so innocently.

"What makes you ask that?" I was shocked.

"Well, it seems like it." She tilted her head to the side. "And you're smiling a lot. Mommy smiles like that around Daddy."

I laughed. "We are in love." I told her.

She threw me off guard when she said, "I'm Madison."

"I thought you weren't supposed to tell strangers that?" I smiled at her.

"Well, you aren't much a stranger anymore. Your name is Mitchie, and you love Shane. And you can sing. I know at least 3 things about you. And, you don't have a camera." I laughed at her.

"You are adorable."

"Thank you." She smiled before continuing to listen to my mp3 player.

She and I talked every now and then, before the plane eventually landed.

"Mitchie, you have to meet Mommy!" She said pulling on my hand as the stewardess lead her down the plane.

"Miss Madison." The stewardess scolded.

"Please?" She begged.

I smiled. Shane could wait a few minutes. "Of course."

Madison pulled me to her mother who happened to being waiting in an exclusive section of the airport. A guy I assumed was Madison's father was standing there as well as a few limo drivers.

"Mommy! Mommy!" She ran over to her, pulling on her sleeve. Her mother picked her up quickly.

"Oh, Maddie!" She hugged her daughter tightly. "I hate when you fly alone."

"I wasn't!" Madison smiled. "Mommy, this is Mitchie! She let me listen to her music and I got to hear my favorite Connect 3 song cause she had it and I heard her singing, too. She knows Connect 3, too!" Her mother laughed placing her daughter back on the ground.

"Really?" Who I had assumed was Madison's father questioned. "Do you, Mitchie?" I hadn't really paid him much attention and he looked very amused when I did.

"Shane!" I hugged him happily. "I thought you were going to wait in the limo?"

He shrugged. "Changed my mind. I saw Melanie get out of her limo. We hadn't talked in a really long time." I finally realized Melanie was Melanie White, one of the biggest names on Broadway.

"Wow." I said, surprised.

"Thank you, Mitchie for entertaining her. She hates the stewardesses. And from what Shane's told me, you're a good person. I'm sure I'll be hearing about you for days, now." Melanie thanked me before turning to Madison. "Say good-bye, honey." Madison pouted but came over to me anyway. I squatted down to her level and gave her a hug.

"Bye, Mitchie!"

"Bye, Madison!"

"Bye, Shane." She waved as Melanie dragged her away.

"So." He turned to me. "She heard you sing?"

I looked down. "Well, she was listening to your CD, and I asked what her favorite song was. She said the one on the radio, but it wasn't on her CD, so I let her listen to it. Then This Is Me played next."

"You are too good." He smiled, taking my hand and leading me to get my luggage.

40 minutes later we arrived at Shane's family's house. It was definitely bigger than mine, but it wasn't extravagant. It was comfortable.

"Brown's here?" I asked seeing a truck with Camp Rock painted on the side.

Shane laughed. "Yeah, Uncle Brown wanted to see you so he stayed an extra day or two."

"Aw." I said climbing out with Shane. "I missed Brown." Shane just laughed. As we entered the house a heard an excited 'Mitchie.' A moment later I was engulfed in a hug by Brown.

"Hey, Brown!" I said happily.

"Hello, love." He lead us into the kitchen where Mrs. Grey was making tea. "How was your flight?"

After greeting Mrs. Grey, I answered, "I met this adorable little girl. It was good."

"How were your holidays, sweetie?" Mrs. Grey asked.

"They could've been better." I answered honestly. "Certain family members are more opinionated than they should be. But my parents redeemed my holiday."

"Well, I'm sorry your family was less than civil. However, I am ecstatic to have you here." She hugged my side tightly. I smiled at her.

"The twins are in their rooms, most likely." Shane said leading me upstairs. "But first," he entered what I assumed was his room. The sign on the door saying Shane didn't really give it away much. I watched in amusement as he put my bag on his bed and turned to me excitedly.

"Am I staying in here?" I asked.

He nodded. "I'm going to sleep on the couch until Brown leaves. Right now, he's in the guest room."

"Oh, Shane, I can sleep on the couch. You shouldn't have to give up your bed." I protested.

He shook his head, kissing me lightly. "Stop. Take my bed. It's fine." I kissed him back, not really caring where we were. He leaned me against his door frame, kissing me for a few minutes before someone cleared their throat. We broke apart and I blushed deeply.

"Nicky." Shane greeted, hugging his sister. "You remember Mitchie, right?"

"Hi." I said awkwardly staring at my shoes.

"Hey." She replied equally uncomfortable.

"Kev in his room?" I heard Shane ask. Nicky must have nodded or something because he pulled me down the hall toward Kevin's room. My greeting from him was much like our first introduction, but less unfriendly. He seemed generally shy and not distrusting.

Shane and I spent some time talking to Kevin and Nicky about random stuff. I yawned absently. "You tired, Mitch?" Shane asked rubbing my knee, a habit he seemed to have developed when we were around other people.

"Yeah. I've been up the last couple days cooking and cleaning. I didn't get as much sleep as I would've liked last night." I sighed, not wanting to sound like I was complaining.

He stood up, pulling me with him. "C'mon. Why don't you go take a nap?" Before I could argue, he dragged me too his room. "Seriously, take a nap, Mitch. You look exhausted. I'll wake you up for dinner if you don't wake up by then."

"I'm supposed to be spending time with you and your family, Shane, not sleeping." I argued weakly as he pushed me onto his bed.

"You can later. Take a nap." He kissed my forehead, and then left me on his bed, closing the door quickly. I gave in and fell asleep, wrapped up in the amazing scent that is Shane.

I woke up a while later to the feeling of someone tracing the side of my face with their finger. As I began to stir, the finger stopped before they cupped my face. "Shane?" I whispered as my eyes fluttered open attempting to focus on him

"Hey." He smiled. "You sleep alright?"

I nodded, sitting up next to him. "Yeah." I was holding myself up by leaning back on my arms, fairly close to him. He kissed me softly. "Hi." I smiled when he pulled back.

"Come on." He stood up, reaching for my hands. "Dinner time." After I checked my hair to make sure it was still flat, we headed downstairs hand in hand.

Everyone was seated around the dining room table. I was seated between Shane and Brown. Nicky's boyfriend was there as well, though he didn't say much after 'hi' the whole night.

"Did you enjoy your nap, Mitchie?" Nicky asked politely. It seemed she was trying to be civil.

I nodded. "Yes, I did. I hadn't realized how tired I really was."

Kevin laughed. "That and Shane's bed is like amazingly comfortable. Even if your not tired you pass out."

Shane looked across the table. "And how would you know that?" Kevin looked away from the table attempting to look innocent. "I am so locking my door when I leave." The table laughed and most of the tension in the room seemed to ease.

"How's Caitlyn doing?" Brown asked me a little while later.

I smiled. "She's doing great. Nate's family loves her. His cousins were apparently all jealous of them."

"That's good. Families can be tough at first." He smiled, winking at both Nicky and I. "You just have to get to know them."

I laughed. "Yeah." We agreed.

"Oh! Before I go," Brown declared. "You must sing one of your songs for me."

I blushed. "Why?"

"You've an amazing voice. And I may not get to hear it for a while."

I looked at him, carefully broaching the subject Shane and I had discussed. "Won't you hear it this summer? Or am I not allowed to come back?" I teased.

"I don't think anyone is coming back." He said sadly. "I've been trying to find a way to keep the tuition low if not lower and it's not working. I don't think they'll be too many able to afford it."

I sighed. I felt Shane grab my hand tightly. "You can't get sponsors?" I asked, trying to help.

"Maybe, but most people are more worried about funding academic programs or charities." I felt bad seeing Brown so dejected.

"Well, I will definitely sing for you. Any song you want." I smiled trying to lighten the mood again.

"I'm holdin' you to that." He said pointing a fork at me.

That night I sang Who Will I Be for Brown. Then Mrs. Grey demanded an encore and forced Shane and I to sing the duet. I saw Nicky's mouth dropped when Shane and I sang together. We seem to have that effect on people.

After, Shane and I were sitting on his bed talking. "Gotta love Uncle Brown." He said shaking his head. "He wanted you to sing so Nicky could hear it."

I nodded, figuring as much. "I feel awful about Camp Rock." I sighed, thinking of Brown.

"Mitch, there isn't anything we can do." He shook his head in defeat. "Even with extra funding to bring down the cost, there still won't be as many kids as there should be."

"I know. It's just… look what Camp Rock has done for you, Nate, and Jason. And me. And Caitlyn. And Peggy. Even Lava. Remember what Milo said? They love Camp Rock kids." A light switch went off in my head. "Oh! Shane!" I said excitedly.

He thought for a moment. "Oh, Mitch! You're a genius!" He sobered after a moment. "Let's not tell Brown, though, and not get our hopes up, okay?" I nodded before yawning. "Still tired?" He asked sweetly. I nodded again. I smiled. "There's a bathroom in there if you want to take a shower. I'll go use the main bathroom." He kissed my forehead again and left, grabbing clothes on his way out. I giggled at him a little. He makes me giggle way too much.

I had showered and gotten dressed by the time Shane came back. Except, I was only in a cami and my pajama pants. I hate sleeping in a bra, but can't sleep in just a thermal. I hadn't grabbed my shirt when I went into the bathroom and was looking for it when Shane knocked on the door, cracking it open.

"Mitch?" He called in, not coming in yet.

"Hey." I said, letting him know it was safe to come in. As I took in the sight before me I completely forgot my search. Shane was standing in his own pajama pants, hair dripping wet and bare-chested.

"I forgot to grab a shirt." He said moving to his dresser. "I usually don't sleep with them, but I think Mom would flip if I didn't tonight."

I laughed. "Probably."

Shirt now on, he came over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I slid my hands up his chest to lock around his neck. "I should let you get to sleep." He said leaning his head against mine. I nodded, not in the mood to speak. He kissed me softly, pulling back as a soft knock came from the doorframe. Shane's parents stood their watching us with matching smiles.

"I'm just saying good-night." He said to his parents. "Night. Love you." He whispered, kissing my forehead again. As he made to leave his room, his father stopped him.

"Well, I think we can trust the two of you to not doing anything other than sleep." Shane and I looked at him confused. "If you want, you can both sleep in here." He reiterated.

"Really?" Shane seemed genuinely surprised. "You'd be okay with that?"

Mrs. Grey nodded. "We trust you, Shane. Just don't make us regret this." She warned before closing the door.

Shane was instantly in front of my again, holding me. "Wow. They must really like you." I smiled.

"Come on, sleep." I moved toward the bed, climbing in. "Do you care which side you sleep on?" He shook his head no as he turned off the light and climbed in with me.

We laid on our sides facing each other. "Really gotta love Uncle Brown." He laughed.

"What?" I asked confused.

He explained, "Brown felt bad that I had to sleep on the couch. I told him the only person I would share a bed with was you, and my parents would never go for it. Only solution was the couch. I'm guessing he talked to my parents." Brown was officially one of my favorite people in the world at that point.

Shane shifted a bit. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"I really hate sleeping in shirts. Even undershirts." He pouted.

I laughed. "So don't." He gave me a odd look. "What? It's not like I haven't seen it before." I reminded him. He laughed, sitting up and pulling the shirt over his head. I was mesmerized by the muscles I watched moving. At least I was until his hair sprayed me. "Ugh! Your hair is still soaking wet!" I complained.

With my attention drawn to his hair I noticed the way it was curling. "I've never seen your hair not straight." I said playing with a lock as he laid back down.

"I hate my hair not straight." He dropped his head against my chest. I realized then that I never found my shirt. Shane didn't seemed phased though, and lifted his head. "I usually straighten it as soon as I get out of the shower, even at night." He explained. "Figured it was pointless tonight since it was going to get messed up from all the tossing and turning."

Confused, I asked, "But doesn't it get curly when you go in a pool or sweat too much or something?"

He laughed. "There is so much product in my hair it doesn't. The only time my hair curls is after I wash it."

"You are such a girl." I teased.

He shrugged. "Wait until you hear Nate some mornings. Total friz head. One of the few times the guy curses."

"Well," I said running my fingers through the damp curls. "I like it." I decided.

"Is that you telling me to let my hair be curly more often?" He asked.

I shook my head no. "Just times like now. When its intimate, just you and me." I clarified.

He laughed. "Only you would think of my hair being curly as something intimate." He kissed me. "But I guess it kind of is. Something personal that only my family and the guys have ever seen."

"See. And you mocked me." I smirked in triumph. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to change your signature look. The curls are Nate's thing." I drifted off into thought while Shane played with my hair.

"Whatcha think' 'bout, Mitch?" He whispered breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I blushed. "Oh, nothing." He simply gave a look that said tell me or else. "Fine, I was…" I mumbled my answer. He gave me another look. "It's stupid. Fine, I was thinking about what kind of hair our kids would have, since yours is so curly naturally and mine is pin straight naturally." I watched as his face changed slightly.

"Really?" He was smiling. "That's what you were thinking about?"

I nodded. "It's stupid, and I should not be thinking about things like that. I'm sorry."

He laughed. "It's fine, Mitch. It's not like your planning anything. You're just thinking. If you can't imagine the future it's heard to believe things can work out how you want. I can see our future, or how I hope our future is. That's why I have so much faith in us. I think we can last." I kissed him in reply. He always seems to know exactly what to say to me. "And for the record, I hope they have your hair." He shook his head. "I don't wish my hair on anyone."

I giggled. "Awe, I want a little curly haired baby." I pouted playfully. "Guess I'll have to steal Nate or Caitlyn's kid."

"More like Nate and Caitlyn's kid." He corrected. "He's getting in pretty deep with her."

"I know. She is, too. I think that's why they've become like, our biggest supporters." I sighed. "They understand a lot better now."

"Well, the world is going to understand in 3 weeks." Shane said. At the look I gave him, he explained. "The duet gets released. Everyone who hears us sing together seems to suddenly understand how we feel about one another. It's startin' to weird me out a bit." He laughed.

"Mmm." I said beginning to fall asleep. As I snuggled into his chest, he placed his chin on top of my head. With his arms wrapped around me I drifted off to sleep. 'I could get used to this.' was my last coherent thought.


So... this offically has 27,000+ words in total of just story. :D yay me.