Hey! I am still just shocked about how many people LOVE my story! It's a big honor! Any way I don't want to give anything away but you can expect more of Shane.

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I don't own camp rock! But I wish I did! Cause then I would get Shane to kiss mitchie in CR2!

Then the door closes. The words echo through my head, 'just look for Shane Grey'. I walk through the long hallway looking at each door for the name. Some thing catches my eye. 'Nate grey' brother maybe? 'Jason Grey' should I be worried about the duck sticker on the door of that one? All they all related? I look in all the rooms and as I do every person I see looks at me and has a puzzled look on their face. Finally I reach the end of the long hallway. Still no Shane grey! Oh god no. there's stairs?! I walk up them and look down another hallway. Wow who ever built this LOVED hallways and small rooms! I walk down the hall and make notes of different rooms upstairs. There's a gym, pool, weight room, cafeteria, arcade, therapy rooms, laundry room and out side there's a hot tub. I make a mental note that this is no rehab but a hotel for crack sex heads. I finally find Shane's room, with no one in it. I look around. There's no one around but in the cafeteria is loaded with people talking. I walk down more halls and see some thing through the corner of my eye. I wander over to the laundry room. It's the young man I saw when I first came in. yet again he's alone. Folding laundry. Wow a drug sleaze addict folding laundry. That's not something you see every day. I open the door and look around. He suddenly turns around. We both stare into each others eyes. He has chocolate brown eyes and his face is um well amazing. He looks at me just like the others did, confused. Then he talks.

"oh it's just a girl. I'd never seen YOU before. Want you in for? Drugs? Sex? Crime?" he looks at me with a deep interest look to his eyes. Oh his voice is like heaven with angels in the back round. I look around unsure of the answer. What? Do I tell him i'm being forced here by my work ed teacher?

"um no i'm mitchie I um.... i'm um volunteering here for two weeks" I stutter. If you ever meet me and I start to stutter that means I like some one in the room. But he doesn't know that. I hope. He looks around.

"oh i'm Shane. Welcome" he says sarcasm drips off his last word. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. Shane? Thats' Shane?

"wait your Shane? Shane Grey?"

"the one and only" he says giving me a funny look. I walk stiffly over to the washing machine across from him. How do I tell him i'm going to him that i'm going to help him get over his addiction? I mean I've seen TV shows like this before where the stranger says she's going to help a addict get over drugs and the guy throws a table at her. I think about it while looking off into space.

"um mitchie er you OK? Mitchie?" Shane says while waving his hand over my face before I snap out of it.

"oh um sorry I just....."

"oh it's ok. So I guess your going to help me get over my drug habit. They told me about you" he says while holding up some under wear and looking up and hiding them before smiling like a goof. Well at least he's not throwing tables. Or underwear. I laugh and he turns a bright red through his tan skin (and his 3 weeks of his unshaved chin). We get to talking while I ask the questions on my clip board, writing them down as he talks.

At the end of his story just looks down almost as if he's going to cry. He's been in the rehab for a full year, along with his brothers Nate and Jason. Aha! I knew there were related! He goes on to explain that his friend got him hooked on drinking and smoking pot. He tells me how many girls he's slept with and how many he got knocked up. 89 and 34. I look at him with a funny look. He just laughs. He goes on to tell me the basic details. He's 20 years old and he used to live in California. I ask him if he's done any crimes. He starts listing out how many things he's stolen. I ask why didn't he go to jail.

"i guess they wanted me clean of drugs before I go" he laughs. I don't laugh. I'm taking this serious. He keeps saying how he wants to go see his mom and dad again. How he wishes he could see his kid brother again, how he wants to get out of rehab for good. But he says right now he's got no friends. No support. Not even from his brothers (as I write right now i'm crying). I couldn't help but let a tear fall down my cheek. He looks at me and says the most touching thing ever but makes me cry harder.

" but right now I've got you. You'll all I need." he says wiping the tear from my eye. I make a mental note: by the end of the two weeks i'm going to help him get out of here. I know it's impossible but i'm going to try. I look at my watch and say quietly that my day is up. I stand up and so does he. He even holds the door for me. He says good bye out the window as I hope into my car and drive off. I pull over and just bawl my eyes out. How could some one so innocent be in so much trouble?

(sniff) I really hope you like it. This is one of the more emotional chapters. I'll update really soon. As in I might update again today.

~dustymew