Confessions on Hotel Paper Chapter 10, a camp rock fanfic

Confessions on Hotel Paper: Chapter 10

"Dad, I want to come to LA with you this weekend." I said rather confidently the following morning at breakfast.

He put his fork down on his plate, "Why?"

"So I can see Shane."

He sighed, "Mitchie, you know how your mother and I feel about him."

"Yet you don't know how I feel about him, dad." I said softly.

"Tell us how you feel about him then." My mum said, sitting down beside me.

I smiled gratefully at her, "He makes me feel special, I have never felt happier in my life." I told them both honestly, "Shane gets me, we have music in common and he makes we feel like I can do anything I want to do."

My mum gave me a small smile, "Mitchie, do you honestly feel as if the age gap between you doesn't matter?"

I nodded, "It doesn't matter at all."

"You are serious about him." She stated; it wasn't a question.

"I am mum. So please, give me your permission to date him because I'd rather have your permission."

"Bring him around for dinner, so we can meet him properly." My mum told me with a toothy smile on her face. My dad on the other hand looked pissed off at my mum's decision.

"I love you, mum." I thanked her, giving her a hug.

…

That Wednesday night, I was waiting anxiously on the couch for Shane to arrive. We had organised for him to come for dinner to formally meet my parents, I hoped my dad would give me his blessing to date Shane as I was quite sure my mum would now.

Dressed in a pair of skinny-leg jeans, a nice top and a pair of ballet flats, I sat on the couch very nervously. I wanted everything to be perfect for the night; I had never done the whole 'bring the boyfriend home to meet the parents' thing, as I never had a proper boyfriend before.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts and I quickly got up to open it. Shane was standing there with some yellow lilies in his arms.

"Hey." He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, handing me over the lilies.

"They are gorgeous." I smiled happily, welcoming him inside and closing the front door behind him.

"What can I say, I have taste." He laughed. He was wearing a pair of skinny-leg jeans (as per usual), with a shirt and a nice jacket, "So where are your parents?"

"Just in the kitchen," I answered him, "I should probably call them out here." I said nervously.

He picked up on this, "Relax, things will be fine."

I nodded, "Mum! Dad! Shane is here!" I yelled out.

They emerged from the kitchen together and my mum noted the lilies in my arms and smiled.

"Mum, dad, this is Shane. Shane, these are my parents." I introduced them.

"It's good to see you off the stage and away from camp." My mum said rather pleasantly, reaching how and shaking his hand.

Shane smiled at this, "It's good to see you again."

My dad didn't say anything; he just gave Shane a small nod.

"Let's go get these lovely flowers some water, Steve." My mum said to break the silence, grabbing my flowers out of my arms. I knew she was doing to give me some alone time with Shane and as soon as they disappeared into the kitchen, I wrapped my arms around his middle.

"Here's our chance to escape." I told him seriously.

"Come on, everything will be fine." He assured me.

I let go of him, grabbing his hands and leading him over to the couch with me, "I just hope they accept you," I admitted as we sat down, "Their biggest concern is the age gap between us."

"Age is but a number."

"I know that, it's not like you are ten years older than me anyway." I pointed out.

"Look, we are going to go have dinner and I am going to charm the pants off your parents."

"I hope not literally."

He grinned at my remark and kissed my forehead, "We'll be fine."

"Dinner!" My mum yelled out a moment later.

Shane and I made our way into the kitchen and he held my chair out for me to sit down on, before sitting down himself.

"I hope you like spaghetti." My mum said as she and my dad sat down also.

"I do and it looks delicious." He complimented her.

My mum smiled at this, "Dig in, before it gets cold." She instructed us.

Shane watched me out of the corner of his eye as I cut my spaghetti, he had an amused smile on his face and I made a mental note to ask him about it later on.

"So Shane, what do you do for work?" My dad tried to make conversation, laughing on the word 'work'.

"Well I am in a band with my two best friends," Shane answered politely, as if my dad didn't know, "We have four albums out currently and our fifth is being released in December."

"So that must be pretty easy then. Singing for a living I mean."

"Easy? Not at all, but I wouldn't change my life at all. Unless I have some time off, I generally work seven days a week and I get little to no sleep, same goes for when I'm on tour. I am travelling all the time but I love doing what I'm doing because I have gotten to experience some pretty amazing things."

My dad definitely did not like Shane at all; he was being extremely difficult. Yet Shane acted calm and polite the entire time.

"So what's being on tour like? I'm sure you get to meet some pretty girls in every city."

My mum gave my dad a look but he ignored it.

"There are girls in every city that I meet through fan meet and greets, yes. But meeting someone and starting a relationship whilst on tour has never happen to any of us and I doubt it ever will." Shane replied, placing a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.

"So you don't go back to your hotel room after every show and sleep with your groupies?"

I think Shane almost choked on his mouthful of food.

"Dad!" I exclaimed.

"No, its fine Mitch," Shane said, recovering from my dad's question, "Mr Torres, my band and I all wear purity rings. We are all Christians and believe that sex is meant for marriage."

"Subject change," I spoke up, "Mum, how was your day?"
…

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful; we sat together in the living room as my mum brought out snacks for us.

My dad sat on the couch diagonally opposite us and was watching us intently. He had warmed up slightly to Shane but still didn't like the idea of me dating him due to his fame and his age still.

"Mitchie, you can come up with me this Saturday." My dad said.

"Seriously?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, I remember being a teenager so if you can be responsible Saturday I may let you come up again with me the next time as well."

"Thanks dad." I smiled at him. Shane rested a hand on my knee, caressing it with his thumb and I felt so happy.

Things finally seemed to be working out with Shane and my parents.

…

I had my dance classes the following night and work the night after. After arriving home from work, I had a shower and quickly packed an overnight bag (as my dad and I were staying in LA for the night).

I was excited to say the least and couldn't wait to see Shane and his best friends as well.

The following morning, my dad woke me up at seven o'clock, "Wake up, Mitchie. We are going to leave in ten minutes. I'm going to get us McDonalds on the way, I know how much you love their hash browns."

I let out a yawn, "That sounds great dad."

After an hour or so of driving, we got to Toluca Lake where Connect 3's place was.

"There isn't going to be paparazzi around that will see you will there?" My dad asked.

"Shane didn't say anything about it, so I'm guessing they don't hang out by their house. After all, Angelina Jolie lives a few blocks away, I am sure they all hang out for her."

My dad smiled at this, "This is it right?" He asked me as we pulled out the front of a huge double-story house.

Checking the number of the house to see if it matched the number of the address Shane had texted me, I nodded, "This is it."

"Be good, don't make me regret my decision."

"I will and you won't."

"I'll see you tonight at the hotel, just call me if you need a lift."

I thanked him for a lift and got out the car, shoving my sunglasses on just in case, and made my way to the front door. I knocked on it, and no more than fifteen seconds later Jason opened it up.

"Mitchie!" He exclaimed happily, surprising me by bringing me into a hug.

"Hey Jason." I giggled.

He brought me inside into the entrance of the house, "Where's Shane?"

"Asleep." Nate answered me, walking into the entrance with a smile, "Jason and I can give you a tour of the place though if you like."

"I'd like that a lot."

That's how Jason and Nate ended up giving me a tour of the place; four bedrooms, four bathrooms, two living rooms, a study, a kitchen, a gym, a laundry, an outdoor spa and pool as well as a balcony.

"This last bedroom here is Shane's, you can wake him up if you want." Nate told me as we came to the end of the tour.

"Thanks so much for showing me around."

I opened to Shane's room and walked in, closing it quietly behind me. His room was quite spacious, with a king sized bed, two guitars, a huge television mounted on the wall and his own bathroom. Shane was lying in the very centre of his huge bed, completely out to it.

Smirking, I climbed onto his bed as gently as I could, "Shane." I said, shaking him gently.

He mumbled something incoherent and didn't open his eyes.

"Shane." I said a little louder.

No response at all this time.

I leant down, pressing his my lips against his softly. His eyes fluttered open and he let out a smile, "Good morning, Mitch."

"Good morning, Superstar." I grinned.

Letting out a yawn, he sat upright, the blankets falling off him to reveal his muscular upper body. I couldn't help but stare a little.

"Drool, much?" He teased me.

"Shut up, if I was topless you'd be staring at me too."

All he could do was laugh at this.

We spent the day just hanging out together, watching television and such and even cooked lunch. Nate was most helpful, Shane and Jason on the other hand ended up burning the food.

"I think I have learnt a valuable lesson today, don't let Shane cook." I teased him as we cleaned up the kitchen together.

"You're mean." He pouted.

I laughed, and quickly kissed the pout off of his face.

"You're evil." He corrected himself with a grin.

"Complimenting me just to get kisses?" I laughed.

"Well, I have to make up for the time that I won't see you." He grinned, bringing me in for another kiss.

…

All too soon, Shane was dropping me off at the hotel my dad and I were staying at for the night. He didn't risk getting out of the car, just in case someone saw him.

"I'll come see you tomorrow before you leave, I just have a talk show interview tomorrow night."

I leant over to kiss him goodbye, "I'll call you in the morning."

I got out the car and made my way to the hotel room, looking for the number that my dad had messaged me previously.

"How was your day?" My dad greeted me once I got to the room.

"Good, how's the store?"

"It's good, it's really big. I am getting some contractors in tomorrow to give me some estimates."

I went to have a shower, using the little bottle of hotel shampoo and conditioner. My dad was watching television; "I just ordered some room service for dinner."

I sat down on my own bed, the one closest to the window of course and brought my knees up to my chest.

"You look bored." My dad observed almost instantly.

I shrugged my shoulders; in reality I just missed Shane already.

"You should have bought your guitar or something."

I let out a smile, remembering the last time that I was in a hotel room, with Shane though. "Is there a notepad next to your bed?" I asked him.

"Yeah," He replied, reaching onto the bedside table, "Here you go." He said, passing it to me with a pen.

By the time room service had arrived, I had finished my song completely. I quickly read over the lyrics one final time before putting the piece of hotel paper away.

'I glanced upon the ground today
I noticed something
It followed me along the way
A figure of grey
Impersonating every move I make

For now we'll call it my shadow
And instead will you replace it
So you'll be with me everywhere I go?

Sentences of yours
Running throughout my head
Searching for a chance
To catch my breath
A never-ending dream
You'll become a part of me
Day or night, dark or light
You'll be taking over that thing
Called my shadow

What happens on the days when
The clouds come in
And fade away my shade
That's our cue, babe
We'll run away to a place
Where the sun always shines

That not even time could erase
You're my weakness, babe
But you give me strength
I need you
I need you like the blood in my veins