"So, were you at the front desk?" Nate asked Shane as he pushed past him to go out the door.
"Yeah. Why? And where are you going?" Shane wanted the attention off of him, but it never distracted Nate from his interrogations.
"Swimming. So did you find her?" Shane sighed. "No. The lady is gonna call when she finds anything out." Plopping on his bed, Shane picked up a magazine with Connect 3's faces on it. He hated that whenever they had a photo shoot, they picked the one where he looked the grumpiest and put it on the cover. More than just that, he hated how everyone had the idea that he was a complete jerk who had an attitude problem.
Nate gave him a sorry look and closed the door. Getting sick of the magazine in less than 30 seconds, he looked for Jason. He was no where to be found, so he took a quick shower, put on white skinny jeans, and threw on a nice shirt and a black vest. Strumming his fingers over his guitar, Shane couldn't help the way the knots in his stomach became worse and worse. He put the guitar down and watched the newest episode of "Total Drama Island" on cartoon network.
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"How was swimming, dude?" Shane asked when Nate re-entered the room later on that day.
"You spent 5 hours down there," seeing the dopey look on Nate's face; he guessed, "You met a girl. What's her name? Have you met her before?" Shane asked all the questions every boy had to ask in order for the other boy to know that they cared. "She is so awesome!! You should meet her! She's hilarious, and totally gorgeous! Wow. She's just amazing!" Nate just kept talking and talking, not even letting Shane ask more important questions like her name and age, all Nate was saying was how amazing, awesome, and hilarious she was.
"HELLO!" Shane yelled. "What. Is. Her. Name." Finally getting the question back out, Nate looked at him like he forgot he was even talking to him. "Oh, right. Her name is Mitchie. She is staying at the hotel because her family is waiting for their new house in Rhode Island to be moved out of. Isn't it cool? Since there are only 3 more stops for our tour, we get to go home. We live in Connecticut, which is wicked close!! I hope we keep in touch…" Nate trailed off, and you could tell he was thinking about the possibility of Mitchie not keeping in touch.
Shane looked down at his feet because he couldn't help but feel a little jealous that Nate had found his perfect girl in practically no time at all. He still didn't even know the name of his dream girl because Leah only called to say that she hadn't seen anyone by his description, and no one had claimed a lost purse. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to make up a lost purse story. No one was going to come looking for it, and if they did, it wouldn't be her.
"So…did you find her yet?" Nate stopped ranting about Mitchie and asked in a sympathetic tone. "No. I don't wanna talk about it," Shane grabbed his black jacket and slummed out into the hallway. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going, he only knew he had to get outside. Instead of standing awkwardly in an elevator with someone, he took the stairs. So what if they were endless? Exercise was good.
By the 4th floor, he slowed his pace, feeling better already, but he still needed fresh air. Looking over the banister he saw a bob of blonde hair going down, and he immediately sped up his pace. It's gotta be her! How many people can possibly have that color hair? He jumped over the railing and raced down, completely on adrenaline. Within seconds he caught up, and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey…"