Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. Trust me, if I did, Shane would have made Mitchie's 'Camp Rock' a long time ago ;) haha...

Arizona

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Chapter Ten – L.A. Baby

Shane and Mitchie sat in their airplane seats waiting for the pilot to give the passengers the O.K. to exit the plane. The two of them had left New Jersey and had just landed in Los Angeles. They decided to take the trip so Mitchie could adjust to Shane's lifestyle before permanently moving herself and Hayley from Phoenix. Shane's mom and Nate had graciously offered to babysit Hayley in New Jersey so they could have a week or so alone.

Mitchie had her eyes closed and her head resting on the back of her seat. Shane looked over at her and grabbed her hand in his. This caused her to open her eyes and look at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked her. She shook her head which prompted him to squeeze her hand tight.

"There are going to be a lot of paparazzi out there, aren't there?" Mitchie asked nervously.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you from their 'flashes-of-doom'," Shane said playfully. He had dealt with paparazzi most of his life so it was nothing for him but it was a big deal for Mitchie. He found her nervousness about it kind of cute, though.

"But what if they ask me something? What am I supposed to say?"

"Don't say anything." Shane's blatant answer surprised her. She turned her head and looked at him, her eyebrows furrowing.

"But wouldn't that be rude? If I'm rude they'll write mean things about me in the tabloids, right?" Shane laughed and brought her hand up to his lips. He kissed it softly and placed it back on the arm rest.

"Babe, just listen to me. Not saying anything to them isn't rude, okay? Even though its kind of adorable, stop worrying about it." Before Mitchie could ask any more questions about the 'paps', the pilots voice came over the loud speaker and instructed everyone that it was safe to exit the plane. Shane gave Mitchie a comforting smile before helping her stand so they could leave.

As the two of them entered LAX, Shane walked in front of Mitchie, holding on to her hand, guiding her to where they could pick up their luggage. Just as he suspected, the paparazzi knew about his landing in L.A. and they were out in full force. He remembered the first time he had his first actual encounter with paparazzi and how, as lame as it sounds, the constant flashing on their cameras intimidated him. He knew Mitchie had to be feeling the same way.

"Here," Shane turned to face her, taking off his leather jacket and white RayBan sunglasses, handing them both to her. "Put these on."

Mitchie did as he said. While she did, Shane turned to face the mob of photographers. He put on his best smile, grabbed onto Mitchie's hand again and started walking toward baggage claim. As they walked, the photographers shouted out questions like, "Where have you been Shane?" "Who's the chick?" "Why did you leave your brothers on tour?" Shane just politely smiled while Mitchie tried her best to hide behind Shane.

"Hey guys, I've really missed you hounding me but can you give us some space, please?" Shane asked the photographers. Some of them obliged by backing away. Some of them even stopped clicking photos but there were a few who still pointed their lenses at the couple.

Shane released his grip on Mitchie's hand so he could grab their luggage. He carried them out of the airport, turning around every so often to make sure she was still close behind. When they were outside, they saw a rather short, balding man jumping and waving at them.

"Shit," Shane muttered under his breath. "My dad sent my publicist to pick us up. I specifically asked for a cab..."

"What's so bad about your publicist?" Mitchie asked, feeling more comfortable to talk to him since they were clear of the bulk of the paparazzi.

"Besides the fact that he's annoying as hell, he's like a shorter, balder version of my dad." Shane informed her as the short man walked over to them.

"Shane! Long time no see!"

"Yeah, I know. Uh, Rich," Shane turned to Mitchie, a proud smirk creeping up on his face. "This is Mitchie. Mitchie, this is Rich."

"Ah, so this is the girl I've heard so much about." Rich looked Mitchie up and down before turning his attention back to Shane.

"Shane, there is major work that needs to be done concerning your image and we have got to start working on it now." Rich said in seemingly one breath.

"Uh, are you sure it can't wait until tomorrow? I really wanted to take Mitchie sightseeing today-"

"Uh, no." Rich said flatly. "We need to make sure that you two are poised and ready to be Hollywood's new 'It' couple."

"'It' couple?" Mitchie repeated.

"Rich, can I talk to you for a second?" Shane asked stepping in front of Mitchie, pushing Rich away from her.

"What is it Shane-O?" Rich whispered. He guessed whatever Shane had to tell him was something Shane didn't want Mitchie to hear.

"I know you mean good and you're just looking out for my best interest but you're gonna have to let me handle Mitchie, okay? She's not really used to Hollywood so give me a few days and I promise she'll be ready to take on Hollywood with me." Rich peered at Shane through squinted eyes before shrugging and agreeing.

"Alright but I'm counting on you Shane-O! You two need to be the next Brangelina!" Rich shouted as he walked to his car.

When Shane walked back over to Mitchie, she still had a confused look on her face.

"Brangelina? What is he talking about?" she asked.

Shane shrugged his shoulders. "Who knows? Listen, instead of sightseeing, how about I take you shopping?"

"Well shopping sounds way more fun than sightseeing! Oh, maybe I can get something for Hayley too and-" Mitchie stopped for a moment. "That guy Rich, he didn't tell you to take me shopping did he? Because I don't wanna become one of those cliche Hollywood chicks who have over-processed hair and orange skin and-"

Shane stopped her rambling by planting his lips on hers. He pulled away and cupped her face with his hands.

"Babe, you're beautiful, okay? I would never want you to become one of those girls." Shane said with a comforting smile.

"Well in that case, I guess we should head to the mall!" Mitchie said excitedly.

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Shane sat outside of the dressing room in an Urban Outfitters boutique texting his mom to see how Hayley was doing.

He had already taken Mitchie to a few trendy boutiques and this was their last stop before they grabbed some lunch.

"So, how does this look?" Mitchie stepped out of the dressing room wearing a body hugging black dress. It was simple, with the exception of some faux diamond embroidery here and there, but very pleasing to Shane's eyes.

"Wow, it looks-" Shane straightened up and cleared his throat since his voice had came out cracking. "It looks amazing."

"Do you really think so? I mean, it's not too much?"

"No, no, you look amazing." Shane sat back and watched her as she modeled in the mirror. With Hayley and everything, sometimes Shane forgot Mitchie was only 24 years old and was what some teenage boys would consider a "MILF". He wondered if she too ever forgot she was still young. Having a kid made her mature for her age so maybe it'd be nice for, just the few weeks they'd be alone, for her to act her age?

Then again, going out clubbing was probably not the publicity Shane needed right now. The last thing he wanted was his dad calling him to yell for getting "negative press".

"Shane," Mitchie's voice snapped Shane out of his thoughts. While he was thinking, she had already changed back into the simple jeans and t-shirt she was wearing before.

"Oh, are you done? Here," Shane grabbed the dress out of her hands. "I'll go buy it and we can head out."

As they walked to the checkout counter Mitchie linked her arm with Shane's and let out a sigh.

"I kinda feel bad for letting you buy me all of these expensive clothes."

Shane smiled and laughed. "Mitchie, how many times do I have to tell you? It's not a big deal. Think of it as a boyfriend's gift to his girlfriend."

"Aw, how sweet." Mitchie gushed, giving him a peck on the cheek.

After Shane paid for the dress, he and Mitchie left the store and found a small crowd of paparazzi waiting for them. Mitchie was actually becoming kind of accustom to them since they had basically followed her and Shane around all day. With all of the craziness in the airport, Shane's manager and the impromptu shopping spree, Mitchie was ready to head to Shane's house and just sleep.

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When Shane and Mitchie arrived at Shane's swanky home, after being showed around, Mitchie curled up in Shane's bed and quickly fell asleep. Shane decided while she napped, he would do something sweet for her like make dinner.

"Hm, let's see here..." Shane mumbled to himself as he flipped through an old cookbook he had received years ago as a housewarming gift. He flipped through the pages and decided simple spaghetti and meatballs sounded nice.

Before he started, he turned on the TV to have some noise in the background while he cooked. Shane knew he was no Iron Chef but the least he could do was try. He knew if it didn't come out well Mitchie would still appreciate the gesture.

Halfway through cooking, he heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. He turned away from the stove and saw Mitchie walking toward him, bedhead hair and everything.

"Have a nice nap?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah, your bed is really comfy. Much better than the bed in your loft back in Phoenix." she said returning the grin. "So what are you doing here?"

Shane grabbed the pot of noddles off of the stove and poured them into a bowl he had set out on the counter.

"I am making us dinner!" he announced proudly. Mitchie laughed before turning her attention to the TV. Shane had it on MusicNewsNow and they were running through the day's top stories.

"Mark this day in your calendars everyone, America's Bad Boy of Rock N Roll is back! Shane Gray of Connect Three was seen arriving at LAX today with a mystery woman on his arm. This comes after Shane left his brothers on Connect Three's world tour just two months ago for unknown reasons. And as if the spectacle he and his Jane Doe caused in LAX wasn't enough the two were seen shopping shortly after landing. Shane, never the one to show affection in public, was even seen exchanging smooches with his mystery girl. I've got a feeling we have a new candidate for Cutest Couple of the Year!"

Mitchie couldn't figure out if her head was spinning because she had just waken up or because it was just now hitting her how life with Shane was going to be. Along with the paparazzi, TV shows like this would report her every move to millions of people nearly everyday. Mitchie was starting to wonder if moving in with Shane, becoming a part of his lifestyle, was such a smart idea.

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Sorry if this chapter seemed short (well, it seemed short to me when I was writing it) and sorry it took so long to update! I promise I'll TRY to update quicker (I know I say that a lot but this time I really mean it haha). Leave me a review telling me how much you loved (or loathed) this chapter and maybe...JUST MAYBE, they'll be a new, awesome-fantastic-super amazing Smitchie fic from me this weekend. ;]

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