Alright. I forgot to do a disclaimer thing. I do NOT own Camp Rock, and I do not own any of the characters from that movie. However, Annette, Alice, Edward, Steven and the maids Nellie and Grace are all from MY imagination.

OH! And THANK YOU to all the people who reviewed for the last chapter. You know how happy that makes me!!!!

MITCHIE'S POV:

I ran as fast as I could up the marble stairs and down the long hallway before finally stopping in front of Alice's dressing room.

"Miss Alice? Are you in there?" I shouted, in between deep breaths. The doors opened a moment later and Alice bade me come in.

"What's the matter dear?" she asked, anxiously. "You're all flushed and trembling."

I looked up at her, hesitantly.

"Steven…he tried to kiss me," I muttered under my breath.

"Really?" Alice asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Yes. We were dancing in the big room down stairs and then he stopped and…"

I stopped speaking; finding, to my horror, that while part of me was glad I had escaped from him, another part of me longed to be back in his arms. I shook myself and turned back to look at Alice. A teasing expression was on her face.

"I'm sorry, darling," she replied. I could tell that she was trying to hold herself back from giggling. "He's a young man still and needs to learn more manners around young ladies whom he admires."

She reached over and stroked my face. I was about to respond to her when I heard a knock on Alice's door and a tiny voice cried,

"Excuse me, Mrs. Robinson?"

"Come in," Alice called. One of the two red doors opened and a petite maid stepped in.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Ma'am," she said in a squeaky London accent. "But there's a man in the foyer who insists on seeing Miss Michelle."

"A young man to see me?" I repeated, looking at the maid questioningly. The young woman merely nodded her head.

"Who is it, Nellie?" Alice inquired, rising.

"I don't recognize him, Ma'am."

"Are you expecting someone, Michelle?" Alice asked, turning to me. I shook my head no.

"I'll go down with Nellie and see who it is."

I hurried along the hallway and down the stairs, little Nellie waddling quickly after me; breathing hard. At the bottom, I saw the young man sitting on a velvet green bench by the door; his back to me.

"I am Michelle. What is it that you want?" I called out to him. I saw the man freeze and then slowly turn to face me. My heart instantly stopped beating. I froze where I stood on the last step; not able to move or even speak. He spoke instead.

"Mitchie?" he called out softly, his eyes filling with tears. His sweet, beautiful voice moved me back to life. I ran toward him as fast as I could, screaming out his name.

"Shane!"

He scooped me up in his arms and twirled me around.

"Mitchie!"

"I suppose you do know this person after all," Alice's voice cut in. Shane set be back on my feet and we both turned to look at the woman who was slowly descending the stairs.

"Yes," I agreed, smoothing my rumpled skirt back out. "Alice this is my……very good friend Sh…sh…Sean. Sean Grey." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Shane give me a puzzled look. I ignored him and continued with the introduction. "Sean, this is Alice. My new mother."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sean," Alice said sweetly, stretching out her hand for Shane to kiss. Instead, Shane grasped her hand and shook it gently. The maid giggled and even Alice seemed slightly amused.

"It's nice to meet you too," Shane said, quickly bringing his hand back to his side; embarrassed.

"Sha-I mean, Sean, do you have a place to stay in town yet?" I inquired.

"No. I just got here," Shane answered.

"You can stay with us," I put in quickly. "Can't he, Alice?" She smiled.

"I was about to suggest the same thing," she replied.

"Are you sure?" Shane questioned. "I mean, I have someone else with me and I don't want to make you—"

"Nonsense," Alice cut in. "You're not making us do anything. It's our pleasure. Guests are always welcome and accepted here; especially friends of our darling Michelle. We have plenty of bedrooms for gentlemen here."

"Oh, the person with me is a girl—uh, that is, a lady," Shane said, faltering.

"I see," Alice responded pleasantly. "Are you married?"

My eyes flashed back to Shane, filled with worry. However, he quieted my fears with his next statement.

"God, no. She's just a friend. She's helped me quite a lot, though, and I owe it to her to give her a place to stay too."

"Of course. Your lady friend is most welcome here. I'll just go and tell Edward now." With this, Alice slipped into a side door, leaving Shane and me to ourselves.

" 'Alice and Edward?' " Shane inquired, turning to me. "Interesting couple. Sounds like something out of Twilight. Sure you're not staking out with vampires, Beautiful?"

I slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Shane, stop it. Alice and Edward are wonderful people. They found me yesterday night in an alley and took me home straight away. And on top of all that, the first thing they did today was they took me out and bought all sorts of beautiful, fashionable clothing and this lovely haircut, you see. I'll have quite the collection of collector's items when we return back home."

At this remark, Shane's smiled drooped and he turned his face away.

"Shane? What's the matter?" I asked, anxiously. Then it struck me. "Shane....we are going home, right?"

He glanced back over at me.

"Sure we are, Sweetheart." His face seemed worried for a second, but then it sprang back to life. "Hey! Let me introduce you to the 'other guest'."

He reached over and opened the door.

"Finally! I was wondering when you were going to remember me out here!" a young woman shouted as she stepped in. She was tall with chocolate brown hair, beautiful sparkling eyes and a gorgeous figure. I felt a spark of jealousy rise up inside of me.

"Who's this, Shane?" I questioned, entwining my arm with his and pulling him closer toward me.

"My name's Annette," the young woman answered, turning to me. As she did, her eyes widened and she froze where she was standing; staring at me. I felt like a bug under a microscope.

"Umm, can I help you?" I asked, uncomfortably.

"Mitchie?" she whispered, incredulously.

"Yes…?" I answered slowly. "Do I know you?"

Her eyes filled with tears as she continued to stare at me.

"You're my…you're my…great....grandmother," she finally stuttered out.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing," she stated a few seconds later, straightening and reaching out a hand to meet mine. "It's, uh…nice to meet you."

"Yes," I responded, still looking at her curiously.

"Well, I see you're all here," Alice said, her sudden appearance making me jump as she joined our group. "And who is this?"

Annette smiled graciously at Alice.

"My name is Annette Stevens," she answered, curtsying.

"It's nice to meet you," Alice said. "I suppose you and Sean would like to go to your rooms and freshen up after your journey. My maid Nellie will direct you."

From out of nowhere, the little maid again appeared before us and curtsied.

"Dinner is half an hour in the room to my left," Alice reminded us. "I'll see you later."

Shane reluctantly hurried after Nellie, with Annette trailing behind him; leaving me and Alice alone in the foyer.

"I am guessing you like this young man very much," Alice whispered to me softly.

"Whatever makes you say that?" I responded absentmindedly, staring up after Shane.

You're lucky. Not much of a cliff-hanger this time. But I can pretty much guess that all the Smitchie fans are pretty happy right now (and if they're not, they should be….lol…)

So what did you think of this chap? I'd actually REALLY appreciate it if you all wrote a review, if you could, because I wasn't sure what I thought of this chapter and really hope it wasn't boring. If you could review with your thoughts, that'd be great! And to everyone that reviews, I'll read some of your stories and you'll get publicity at the beginning of my next chapter!!