ok well, here's the first chapter, i guess. or second. whichever you prefer. lol! not the greatest but it's gonna get better. it's gonna start off before the Mithcie/Shane incident from the first chapter and then we'll switch to after that where Shane fights through depression and trying to get Mitchie back and all that other good crap! so there's a lovely little preview of what's to come! lol!

oh, and in this chapter, you will find out the reason Shane was acting like a dumbass before. the more we get into this story, the clearer everything becomes and it'll all just blend together. hope you like!!

Three Weeks Earlier

The sun had just peaked over the horizon when the alarm clock in Shane Gray's bedroom decided to blast its ear-piecing shriek into the room.

Shane groaned from beneath the comforter. His hand reached out towards his bedside table, searching desperately for his alarm clock. When his hand finally found it, he slammed his fist down on top of it, silencing the annoying sound. Satisfied with the silence, he rolled over and attempted to fall back asleep.

Not two seconds later, his bedroom door flung open and his very excited friends rushed in, both still dressed in their pajamas. They ran over to the bed and jumped on it, nearly landing on top of Shane, who was about two seconds away from screaming.

"Come on, Shane! Time to get up!" Nate exclaimed, grabbing Shane by the shoulders and shaking him. Shane swatted his hands away.

"Yeah dude. Gotta get up," Jason agreed.

"Why?" Shane mumbled.

Nate pulled the covers off his head. He tried stifling his laughter when he saw Shane's messed up hair. Shane glared at him.

"Well, um –" Nate cleared his throat in an attempt to stop his giggles before continuing. "We've got some press crap today and Frank wants to talk to us before everything."

Shane groaned and turned over.

Nate glanced at Jason and smirked. He climbed on top of Shane, sitting on his stomach.

"Jesus Christ," Shane hissed, trying to push Nate off of him. Nate laughed and started bouncing. Shane nearly screamed as he shoved Nate. But he was firmly planted on top of him and he wouldn't get off until Shane got out of bed.

"Ok, ok, ok. You win. Now get off!" Shane yelled.

Nate laughed and climbed off him. "I haven't done that in years," he commented.

"Last time you did that was our first interview and Shane refused to even open his eyes, let alone get out of bed," Jason reminded.

"We were how old?" Shane questioned as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

"I was 12," Nate laughed. "Jason was gonna be 15 soon and you were 14."

Shane chuckled. "You were a very hyper 12-year-old," he teased.

Nate rolled his eyes. "And you were a very short-tempered 14-year-old," he shot back. Shane's smile disappeared.

Jason let out a giggle. "You did get angry real easily," he agreed.

Shane glared at him. "Well you weren't exactly the brightest 16-year-old there ever was," he snapped.

Jason pouted. "You're mean," he complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

Shane chuckled and shook his head. "Ok, you two, out. I gotta get changed," he said and he started pushing his friends toward the door.

"Just hurry. We gotta be at Hot Tunes soon," Nate explained as he stepped out of the room.

"How soon?" Shane questioned, leaning against the door frame.

"In about an hour. And it takes about twenty minutes to get there so you might wanna hurry. Your hair's a mess," Nate commented with a goofy grin.

Shane glared at him before slamming the door shut.

Nate chuckled and looked at Jason. "He still manages to surprise me," he joked.

Camp Rock

One hour and twenty minutes later found Shane, Nate, and Jason at Hot Tunes Records, Shane impatiently tapping his foot, Nate playing with his fingers, and Jason staring blankly into space.

"Is Frank ever gonna show up?" Shane grumbled.

Nate shrugged, not looking up.

Shane groaned.

After what seemed like forever, the boys' manager finally came out of his office, smiling brightly at them.

"Sorry for the wait," he apologized as he approached them. They stood up. "Had an important meeting."

Shane was about to open his mouth to retaliate when Nate cut him off. "It's cool. Now what do we need to talk about?" he asked.

Frank ushered them into his office. Nate and Jason sat down while Shane simply leaned against the table, tired of sitting for the past half hour in the lobby.

For the next hour or so, the boys talked with their manager about their interview. Frank explained some of the stuff that might come up and the boys just sat there and nodded. Shane rolled his eyes every once and a while, already knowing all this stuff. Then, Shane's favorite topic came up; Mitchie.

"Shane, they'll probably ask you about your relationship with Mitchie," Frank stated and Shane's ears perked up. He suddenly had a huge smile on his face and his eyes were practically sparkling. Frank chuckled at the young boy's reaction. "You do realize you don't wanna spill too much yet, right?" he asked.

Shane nodded. "I talked to Mitchie last night. She said she'd rather not put too much out there too soon," he explained.

Frank nodded. "Girl's smart," he commented.

Shane let out a light laugh.

"So, just say the basics, like that you met at camp and you started dating on the last night there. Saying everything's going fine and you'd rather not say anything else. If they bug you anymore about it, just laugh it off and say you'd rather not talk about your personal life," Frank instructed.

Shane nodded, that huge smile still plastered across his face. He hadn't been asked about his relationship yet since he just released the news to the public after him and Mitchie had been spotted leaving a restaurant holding hands and rumors quickly spread. In an interview not too long after that, he set the record straight but no more questions had been asked. But everyone was prepared for the whirlwind of questions that would soon be thrown their way.

"How is Mitchie doing now that everyone knows?" Frank questioned.

Shane's smile seemed to get bigger, liking the idea of talking about Mitchie instead of that stupid interview. "She's getting along pretty well. Everyone's kinda bugging her about it but she says it's not as bad as she though it would be," he explained.

Jason was staring off into space again when he felt Nate kick him under the table. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked at his younger band mate, who was smirking in Shane's direction. Jason looked over at him and smiled. He knew that look. Mitchiewas brought up in the conversation. The entire time, Jason and Nate were smirking at Shane, who remained obviously to basically everything.

By the time the boys finally got out of Hot Tunes, it was already time for lunch. They decided to drive to a McDonalds to grab something quick to eat before their interview.

As they were sitting at a table, Shane's phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and answered. "Hello?"

"Shane, it's Uncle Brown."

"Oh, hey, Uncle Brown. What's up?" Shane asked.

"You need to come home. Now," Brown ordered.

"Why?" Shane knew he probably looked as confused as he felt. His friends were watching him, wondering what was going on.

"There's been an accident," Brown informed.

Shane could feel his heartbeat quicken. An accident? This definitely didn't sound good. "What kind of accident?" he questioned/

"It's your parents, Shane. They…"

Shane's breathing grew faster and shaky.

"Shane, just come home and I'll tell you," Brown finally said.

"But –"

"No buts, Shane! Just come home!" Brown ordered and he hung up.

Shane slowly lowered his phone from his ear and looked up at Nate and Jason's worried faces.

"What's up?" Nate questioned.

Shane shook his head. "I have no idea. But I have to go," he replied and he stood up and rushed out of the building, leaving Nate and Jason speechless. They glanced at each other before springing out of their seats and chasing after Shane. But by the time they reached the parking lot, he was gone.

Camp Rock

Shane arrived home to find Brown's car along with his grandparents' cars in the driveway. Confused was definitely an understatement at this point.

He parked in the street (seeing as there was no more room in the driveway) and hurried inside. He found his grandparents and Brown waiting his him in the kitchen. "What's going on?" he asked cautiously, seeing the distraught looks on everyone's faces.

Brown stepped forward, laying a hand on Shane's shoulder. "Your parents…they were killed in a car crash today."

Shane felt his legs give out and he had to grip his uncle's shirt to keep himself from collapsing to the ground. Tears filled his eyes and immediately began falling down his face. 'This can't be happening,' he thought as he looked around at everyone, praying one of them would assure him it was all fake or it was just a nightmare he would wake up from in a few minutes and see Nate and Jason smiling down at him, Nate sitting on his stomach, bouncing up and down in an attempt to get him up. But the longer he looked, the more he realized that it wasn't fake and his parents were, indeed, dead.

Realizing Shane was about ready to just pass out, Brown wrapped his arm around Shane's waist, wrapping Shane's arm around his neck to try and stable him.

To Shane, the room was spinning and everything just seemed to blend together. He gripped onto his uncle, knowing he couldn't walk on his own.

Brown led him over to the living room and helped him sit down on the couch. Shane placed his head in his hands and cried. His shoulders shook as he continued to sob. Brown sat down beside his nephew and rubbed his back, quite unsure of what to do. He's never been anything other than the fun uncle to Shane. Did he have to step in as a father figure now?

"Do you wanna come live with me, buddy?" he asked.

Shane picked his head up and looked at Brown. He shook his head weakly. "No. I wanna stay here," he replied.

Brown nodded and continued rubbing his back.

It wouldn't be long until this whole situation brought on new problems that would ultimately ruin the last few decent things left in Shane Gray's life.

Nessy's very tired cuz she stayed up late last night with her little brother, writing this chapter and watching him play video games while her parents, aunts, and uncles partied downstairs after a wedding. so now she really just wants to take a nap but a cook out is going on downstairs and everyone is loud again. she thinks New York is quite different than how it was when she was little. oh! and Zac Efron is in New York with her right now!! YAY!! now where's Joe Jonas!?

see, Nessy's so tired, she's talking in third person! look how much she loves you guys!! she stays up late and writes you chapters for her stories that you guys love so much! now make her happy and write her a really nice review telling her you love this story and that you agree with her when she says that the Nate and Shane scene at the beginning of the chapter is too damn cute! lol!