A/N Hi my dearies :D So let me just sayyyy! This chapter is a bit of a filler chapter. I know I know. We all hate that. Well some of us do at least xD But it's cute, okaayyy? But I have a reason for using the dreaded filler chapter. Since I switch between POV the next big event that's supposed to happen HAS to happen in Mitchie's and well...it's Shane's turn!

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LAST TIME (MITCHIE POV)

"You know, Shane..." I moved my hand from my lap and placed it to the side of me in between Shane and me. "You're the only one besides my family and friend Sierra, who was actually there during that time, who knows about my family living with my grandma."

"You're the only one who knows about this." Shane gestured all around us. "I've never even told Nate or Jason. As far as I know, no one else knows this place exists."

"I'm glad you showed it to me, Shane." Shane placed his hand atop mine, smiling.

"Me too, Mitch, me too."

Now

"Shane?" I thought I heard someone whisper my name but ignored it. Someone tapped my shoulder. "Shane?"

"Mitchie?" I mumbled, still half asleep.

"Dude, do I look like Mitchie?" I opened my eyes to see Nate standing beside my bed. I yawned. "Morning breath, seriously. But I need your help.

"With what?" I groaned, as I slid forward a bit due to tiredness. Nate smacked my arm. "Ow. With what?"

"Packing." Nate smacked my shoulder again. I looked upward. "It's only like 6:00. After the pyjama jam, Jason and I are heading out. We need to pack."

"Why do I need to help?" I moaned. "It's your crap...You can't have that much."

"Just come on." Nate dragged me out of my bed, causing me to stumble over my shoes and fall. "Get up, Shane."

Nate led me to his cabin, where I found Jason as well. There wasn't a suitcase in sight. I glanced around nervously, fully awake by now.

"Nate...Jason...What's going on?" I asked. My band mates told me to sit down. I did as told. "This really isn't something I want to be doing at six in the morning."

"Shane, this is serious." Nate stared at me with a serious expression. I glanced over at Jason who was dead serious. Nate leaned in and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Shane... I think it's time we told you. You're extremely stupid."

` "Really? Thanks guys..." I muttered. "But if you don't mind, I'm going to go to sleep now..."

"No! Listen." Nate pushed me back down. "You're crushing on Mitchie so bad... Just make a move, man."

"Says the guy who's crushing on Caitlyn!" I retorted. Nate could be such a hypocrite. "You don't know anything about...Just shut up."

"That's not nice, Shane!" Jason piped up. I had to hold in a laugh. Leave it to Jason to tell me to be nice after Nate calls me extremely stupid.

"Jase, chill." I rolled my eyes and saw Nate was smirking a bit. "I can handle my own affairs, thank you. Shouldn't you guys be...like...packing?"

"Shane, yeah." Nate said. I laughed at how simple his sentence was after how much emphasis he'd put on my name. "Jase and I think you need to get Mitchie before someone else does. Because it will happen, Shane."

"Nate!" I cried, getting fed up with being lectured. "I never said I liked her! And it's not even been a week. Chill. Out."

"Alright whatever Shane." Nate shrugged. "And about Caitlyn..."

"About how you blush when you see her and run your hands all nervously through your hair?" I teased. Nate glowered while Jason looked a bit confused. "Or the one you stumble over your words and..."

"You act the same!" Nate shouted. I laughed and stood up to leave. "Oh you're just denying it by leaving."

"Oh shut up." I spun around. "I really need to sleep before Mitchie comes for kitchen duty."

"Oh whatever Shane." Nate grinned jokingly. "Just remember we're supposed to talk at the Pyjama Jam tonight."

"Are supposed to go in pyjamas?" Jason asked dumbly. Nate and I shook our heads softly in disbelief. "Or just like bring some."

I smiled at Nate and walked out. My watch told me it was around 6:10. I could sleep for another half an hour before I had to get ready for kitchen duty. So I walked back to my cabin and almost instantly fell asleep. I woke up a bit later at 6:40, fixed my hair, got dressed, and decided to work a bit on my songs. 10 minutes later, I heard someone walk up behind me.

"Morning, Popstar." I recognised Mitchie's voice and turned around. She reached over unexpectedly and tousled my hair. I flinched. "Sorry. I kind of like it wavy better."

"Hey! Don't be dissing my hair." I shook my hair out and quickly ran my fingers through it. "I know that most of the female population dream about this hair."

"Oh shut up, Mr. Ego." Mitchie rolled her eyes before messing up my hair again. She grinned evilly. "Oops."

"Oh you're low." I jokingly growled. She shrugged a bit with a smile in her lips. "I don't have time for revenge right now. We gotta go be chefs."

"Oh real chefs we are." Mitchie joked as we began to walk. "So far we've kept an eye on biscuits and once we helped with the gravy."

"Okay maybe you aren't a chef..." I stated arrogantly. Before I used this tone in all seriousness, now it was a joking thing. "But I happen to be amazing at everything. Cooking included."

Mitchie laughed at this, making me feel good. So she'd really forgiven me. Things were back to normal. Normal? Did we have a normal? Had we known each other long enough to have something set as normal?

"Shane?" Mitchie brought me from my thoughts back to reality. I shook my head and looked at her. "Looked like you were scheming or something..."

"Oh. I was." I replied in a monotone, sounding dead serious. Mitchie gave me an odd look, I couldn't hold it in. I burst out laughing. "Ah your face."

"You jerk!" Mitchie smacked my hand playfully. We reached the kitchen and I reached to grab the door for her. "How chivalrous."

"Oh shut up. I can be nice." I rolled my eyes as we walked in. Connie turned to face us and smiled a bit.

"See everything's fine with you too." I could see Mitchie blush slightly and had to chuckle at this. "Uh...Hm...let's see..."

Connie kept us busy with small jobs here and there until she finally released us in time for breakfast. We nodded and started walking off. On an impulse, I followed Mitchie.

"Uh where are you going?" Mitchie asked, her voice cloaked in confusion. I rolled my eyes. "No seriously."

"Uh...breakfast." I stated with obvious amounts of DUH in my voice. "Rockstars have to eat too, Mitch."

"Well I know that popstars have to eat but..." I softly hit Mitchie on the arm at her popstar comment. She continued on. "you haven't eaten with everyone else since the camp started almost a week ago. 5 days."

"Yeah well..." I searched my mind for a clever response, drawing a blank. "Well I didn't have you as a friend."

Again I managed to make Mitchie blush. She seemed to do that a lot, I wondered if it was just me or she was just one of those people that naturally blushed a helluva lot. I told myself it was probably the latter but deep down secretly hoped it was the prior.

"Well come on." I grabbed Mitchie's hand and tried to push her forward. She stayed where she was. "What's wrong?"

"Don't you think you might get...swarmed?" I sighed. She had a point, I was still Shane Gray. Even thought I acted very different than I had four days ago. "By like crazy fan girls."

"Yeah the crazy fan girl thing was implied." I stated sarcastically. Mitchie mumbled a smartass at me, but I just rolled my eyes indifferently. "Not if you're with me. I hope not at least. Well gotta try."

Mitchie grinned a bit for reasons that I didn't know. I pulled her forward and stepped into the dining hall.

A/N Sort of a lame cliffhanger, huh? Well...Well...BLAH! Reviews are always nice. Just click somewhere down there \/