Shane's POV:
He saw someone run into this huge-ass metal house thing with windows near the roof which was about 1 and a half stories up and had holes in the roof.
"Weren't the campers arriving tomorrow" He muttered to himself. He shook his head and thought nothing of it.
He walked into an office where he found his Uncle Brown.
"Hey Brown." He said in a bored tone.
"Hey Shane, here's your room key, your in the house, work starts at 7:00 be here to meet Peter and meal times are on the paper. If you're hungry now Connie is in the shed with her daughter, so you can make something." Brown said in his British accent.
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Shane walked into the shed and immediately stopped when he saw the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen.
"Hi, how can I help you?" She asked like I was a stranger and not a famous rock star.
"Hey, do you know who I am?" I asked still puzzled that she wasn't screaming.
"Yeah, Shane Grey."
"Anything else?"
"The Jerk?"
I was a bit taken aback by this comment.
"I'm not a jerk." I said in a jerkish way.
"Then tell me when was the last time you said please or thank you or the last time you just let it slide when someone got you the wrong brand of water?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.
"Um…"
"Exactly."
"Well, I'm hungry. Got any food?"
"What, I didn't hear you." She said crossing her arms.
"Can I get some food…?" He took a deep breath, "Please."
"Sure, my moms busy here, so I'll make you a sandwich at the house." Michie said leading him out.
"Wait, you live here?" I asked slightly shocked.
"Yip, I grew up on a farm in South Africa till I was 5, then we moved here, my parents couldn't give up farming, my dad especially he grew up on the farm in S.A, so we bought this farm."
"Cool so you're a real, how do they say in is S.A, Boeremeisie."
"Yip, try understand this. Hou op om so veel van jouself te dink, jy is n persoon net soos ek." She said in afrikaans with the accent and everything.
"What?"
" I said, stop thinking so much of yourself you just a person like me."
"Wow, your Afrikaans is still perfect and its been what 10 years?"
"Twelve actually I'm 17. By the way I'm Michie Torres, my mom is Connie Torres and she's the caterer for the camp and my dad who is somewhere on the farm is Peter Torres. Oh and can't forget my sister Natalie."
"Cool, well as you know I'm Shane Grey rock star."
"Pop star and jerk." She laughed.
God I love that laugh.
Wait did I just think that. Shane stop you only just met her so stop.
But you know you love it.
I do but I only just met her.
But she's hot.
"Shane, are you still there?" Michie asked me as I came out of the mental fight I was having with my hormones.
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Hey lets get you that sandwich." She said as she lead him through the house into the kitchen.
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As she made the sandwich she started to sing and then I realized not only does she have a big heart she can sing really well/
"Hey you have an amazing voice." I said as she brought the sandwich through.
She blushed red and I thought she looked adorable and then I started the mental battle again.
"No I don't." She said
"Yes you do."
"Don't."
"Do."
"Don't."
"Who's the professional here?" I asked trying to look stern, but failing miserably. And she just started laughing.
"What do I have something on my face?" I asked pulling the funniest face I could manage.
"No, it's just I do that with my sister all the time and we end the exact same way. She said. We then heard foot steps coming down the passage.
"Speak of the devil." She said.
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A/N: End of the second chapter. Love It, Hate It, Wanna review it.