Heyaaa Again!!! I own nothing except my imagination..........(A/N in the end!)

Shane's POV

Tess Tyler.

Tess Tyler.

Tess freaking Tyler for gods sake was standing in front of me.

In nothing but Nate's Jacket.

Come to think of it, Nate's clothes were kinda frizzled and crushed and improperly put too.

I sneaked a look at Jason, who was probably thinking the same as me, Where the hell did they do it??

Nate seemed to be reading our minds, as he said, "I met her at the beach. We talked, and took a then we saw a love hotel. I don't even know why they call it a love hotel. It's too plain. I think it should be called - Making Love Hotel,"

He seemed to be enjoying this as Mitchie turned Red, Jason looked at me, and I looked at him, and then simontaniously, we both looked at Mitchie. But she seemed to have taken interest in his jeans pocket.

A thong was dangling halfway from it. Half in the pocket, but the visible part was enough to make even an idiot (like Jason) realize that it was a thong.

I wonder where her bikini top is.

Nate probably threw it somewhere and lost it.

Tess then walked up to Nate, swinging her hips, and whispered something in his ear. He smiled cheekily, and then grabbed the flowers, and went out again. As Tess followed him, something fell from Nate's Jacket she was wearing.

It was her bikini top.

Mitchie is eating waffles (something she always does when she is nervous. The more the waffles she eats, the more nervous she is. I think it's cute!), and Jason is taking a cold shower. He blames the thong and Tess' bikini top, and Mitchie made him swear it was not Tess' legs she was flaunting that made him take a cold shower.

I am making my tenth waffle for Mitchie. As soon as it was done, I took it to her. She pounced on it, and through stuffed mouth, she said, "More,"

"Mitchie, we're out of batter,"

"Out of batter?!?!?! Shane!! I want more waffles!"

Jason came out from the bunk corner at the term 'waffles'. He sat down and said, "Mitchie, you need to understand that Nate is just trying to make you jealous,"

"Jealous? Jason, That slut was NAKED under the Jacket. She was freaking NAKED!!!!," cried Mitchie, aghast.

I took her in my arms and comforted her.

"No matter what she does, or what she wears, she is nothing compared to you, Mitchie," I cooed. She smiled and kissed me.

Jason seemed to be lost in thought. I don't blame him. We all were.

"Lets just," he finally said, "Lets just let it be for a while, since we are touring. Once the tour is over, we will be on our own ways, for a while. I understand this is a very critical situation with Nate trying to restore his lost dignity, but we have to agree that he is also very important to the band. And band comes first, before us,"

"What are you trying to say?" I asked

"What I'm trying to say is that ignore him all you can, and do your best. He'll grow tired of it,"

We all agreed, and then went to bed.

At midnight, I was still awake. I was worried about Mitchie. I wanted to protect her, but Nate would eventually win. He always does. My thoughts were interrupted by someone coming in.

It was Nate. He came inside the bunk room, and scrolled through messages in his phone, while taking off his shoes.

He was reeking of sex.

Ok. Done. Yeah!! See you next time!

The dorky girl who knows nothing a.k.a. EnchantixTracy.