I don't own camp rock.

A/N I hope you enjoy this chapter!

I looked around my purple bedroom, double checking I wasn't leaving anything behind. Smiling, satisfied that I wasn't, I closed the door and ran down the hallway almost tripping going down the stairs. 'Lord, help me' i prayed quickly trying to steady my heart as I recovered my footing.

I was clumsy, no denying that, but falling down the stair while trying to catch a plane isn't something I wanted to happen.

I had managed to keep this a secret, Shane had no idea that Nate would be picking my mom and I up from the airport in the matter of like 7 hours. I was so excited to see him — it had been 1 week to the day of coming home from camp and I missed him more than I wanted to admit.

"Are you ready?" Mom asked me, tugging her rather large suitcase into the living room. 'And to think she said to pack light,' i laughed to myself as I picked up my duffel bag and nodded my head.

With one last glance around the house, dad picked his keys up of the coffee table and headed for the door.

I could barely contain the excitement as I rushed to the car, I threw my bag in before hopping in myself.

I watched as house faded into green trees as we headed for the interstate, our town didn't have a major airport — we had to go a few towns over to catch our flight. I continued to stared out the window as cars passed.

For some reason the excitement vanished and was replaced with nerves. I would be meeting Shane's parents. Why that had hit me until just now, I'll never know.

What am I gonna do?

The rest of the trip to the airport was spent with my anxiety running high, my mind thinking of the worse possible outcome to meeting mr and mrs. grey. What if they don't approve of? What if they think I'm just after Shane's money? I know he's dated girls like that in the past.

I glanced up my my mom in the front seat, she was talking quietly with my dad. Smiling at him with love shining in her eyes. I could wait until we were alone to voice my fears to her.

Cause it was all anxiety, right?

Taking a deep breath, I glanced at the airport before opening my door. I could do this.

"Thanks for the ride, daddy," i hugged him, grabbing my bag and headed over large glass doors. Giving my parents some privacy to say their goodbyes. That's nothing I wanted to see — as cute as they were, they are my parents. But I am thankful that they have always modeled how a marriage should be to my brother and I.

I stared at flower planters, they held some beautiful yellow flowers in them, I'm not sure of the type they were though. I glanced up to the clear blue sky, a plane was landing in the distance — meeting the ground and slowly coming to a stop.

"Come on sweetie," my mom snapped me out of the trance I was in. I nodded my head, smiling at her nervously, opening the glass door for her to walk on in.

She looked at me, giving me a look of confusion, "what's wrong?" She asked as we made our way through the airport.

"I'll be meeting Shane's parents," I said quickly, looking down at my feet. "I know it's stupid. I should have known what k was getting into. But all I thought about was seeing Shane. And now I'm slightly panicked," she laughed at my explanation.

"You'll be okay, sweetie." Mom promised, "just be yourself." I nodded.

Sitting down on the plane, I looked out the window watching as others boarded the aircraft. I quickly grabbed my phone and sent Nate a text letting him know that we were boarded and lift off would be soon.

Shane's POV:

I glanced at Nate, something was up with him. He had been incredibly fidgety all week. But no matter how many times he was asked, the answered remained the same. "I'm fine." He would say, then rub the back of his neck nervously.

He wasn't fine.

"Dude, if you aren't gonna say what's wrong, stop." I found myself saying, as he once again started passing back and forth. He shot me a glare and continued pacing the wooden floors of my family's living room.

I should have went to the hospital with my parents — I would have gotten away from 'Mr. ants in his pants.'

Would it be wrong of me to make him get a hotel?

I stretched, standing up from the leather sofa. I had to get out of here, I wasn't about to go crazy today. I headed up the massive grand stair case that led to the bedrooms.

Walking into my room, I went over to my desk and picked up the blue cellphone, checking to see if I happen to have any texts from Mitchie.

Nope.

Giving up on actually hearing from her today — I know she had work this morning, I'm not sure why I haven't heard from her at all though.

"Jase, I'll be at the pool," although he probably was still paying some game on his wii. I figured I would make it know where I would be. Nate for some reason was no where to be seen, so I headed out to the yard.

It was hot, Texas heat isn't a joke, I smiled sinking into the cool water and start swimming laps in the pool, much like I had back in high school when I was on the swim team.

This was just what I needed.

Next chapter Shane will be in for a surprise.