I'm soooo sorry. I got back from Germany two weeks ago and just didn't have the heart to start writing another chapter for this :( I feel awful. But I'm going to continue, don't worry (:

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp rock, Wizards of waverly place or any of it's characters.

Chapter Five

Shane.

Dreams twisted through my sleep that night, because as soon as I reached my hotel I dismissed Mitchie and went straight to my bed. She did not question it, as I'm pretty sure the tired glint in my eye proved just how exhausted I was. She gave me a soft smile, and the best I could return was a small, half-asleep smile. Even through my sleep infested eyes, I knew my girlfriend looked beautiful. She always did.

I collapsed into a deep sleep, not even bothering to unfold the covers of the hotel duvet. The suite was average, I'd had worst, I'd had better. Average. But none of that made any difference, as long as I could close my eyes and crawl into bed and think about the bittersweet girl I'd met that evening. She'd called herself Alex, and seemed to have someone waiting for her at wherever she'd dashed off to. She was the last thought in my head before I drifted off to sleep. And the first thing I thought about when I woke up. She plagued my dreams, and there was something about her that was so mysterious. Though I knew I was so in love with my own girlfriend, and I would not look twice at another girl - she was so intriguing.

So as the thought of Mitchie drove me forward, I pulled on a pair of black jeans, a shirt off the dirty washing pile and a checkered hoodie to hide the fact my shirt was dirty. I didn't think it'd matter much to the paparazzi, but deciding it might matter to Mitchie - I undressed and went to take my morning shower.

My voice echoed off the shower tiles as I sang to myself, knowing that in my own personal suite no-one could hear me. It was a song I didn't sing much anymore, not at concerts or even in front of people. Just in places like this, when I was completely alone. It was a song I wrote a year ago at Camp rock, where I'd first met Mitchie. It was a song for her. It was dedicated to her, and so was I.

I showered, dressed myself and did my hair in record time, anxious to see Mitchie again after dismissing her so rudely last night. Her hotel room was exactly three doors down from mine, and in my hurry to see her, the door swung shut before I had the chance to pick up my key card. I groaned a little, before realising I could just pick up another at the front desk - so once again, I walked the short distance to Mitchie's room and knocked on the white door. The number on the gold plate read 293, a single number out of the many hotel rooms she'd had to stay in since we'd began dating. Sure, they were comfy - but they weren't home. Another thing I wished Mitchie didn't have to endure.

She answered the door on the second knock, her hair hung limp and wet around her shoulders - and although she'd just showered, she still managed to look stunning. Her bangs were held back with a black alice band, probably so it would be easier to tame later.

"Morning, Mitch" I said, smiling softly. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you..." she replied, running her fingers through her wet, wavy hair. She raised a single eyebrow, as if my question confused her - and I wondered what was with her weird attitude this morning. I gave her a warm smile, but she just seemed to rudely dismiss it.

"So..." I began to say, before she cut me off.

"Is there something you want?" she snapped at me once again.

"To....talk to my girlfriend?" I suggested lightheartedly, laughing.

"Well then, I think you've got the wrong room, Mister" she said, ready to swing the door closed shut. Abruptly, I stopped the door with my foot and by now she looked darn frustrated with me.

"Michelle Maria Torres, what is with you today?" I snapped at her, finally having enough of her childish names.

Her eyes widened as she peered round the last open gap of the ajar door, and from behind the wood I heard the sound of her dialing a number on her BlackBerry phone (A present I'd bought her for her seventeenth birthday, which right now - she seemed to be using against me).

"If you don't leave this very second, I'm going to call Nate and he will bring security!" she threatened me.

"Mitchie, Nate would never use my own security against me!" I yelled, and she mumbled a single curse word at me before slamming the door in my face. I yelped with pain as the door harshly hit me in the nose, and my hand flew there immediately, nursing it as bursts of pain shot through my entire face. I stumbled to the elevator, holding my nose and cursing Mitchie Torres under my breath. I pressed the button to take me downstairs and as the doors opened, I saw Nate standing there - in a button up shirt and white skinny jeans. I removed my hand from my nose, and he winced slightly as he saw the bloody mess it was in.

"Nate! It is so good to see you, man" I said, relieved I had someone to moan to about Mitchie's strange behaviour.

He looked at me with the same confused expression Mitchie gave me, if this was a game it was getting old fast.

"Male fan...heh, that's a first" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He brushed past me, giving me a meek smile and got off at the very same floor I'd just been on. I sighed, and presuming he was going to see Mitchie, shook my head.

I waited alone in the elevator till I reached the main lobby, it stopped at other floors, but once the passengers saw me dripping blood - decided to wait for the next one. I groaned loudly, this was not my day.

The doors opened once again, revealing a very crowded and busy lobby. I rolled my eyes, knowing that I would have to push through all these people to get to the front desk. People, despite the fact I was injured, were not kind. They pushed and shoved, desperately trying to get their luggage into the available elevator, to avoid taking the stairs. Eventually, I pushed through all the people - to find an annoying red head intern, smacking her gum and chatting on her cell phone, whilst balancing a magazine on her lap. Her name tag read Sasha, and I sighed impatiently as the unhelpful girl continued to chat away, despite the fact I was stood there continuously saying 'Excuse me?'.

After a long period of time, she decided to turn around and actually acknowledge my existence.

"Oh hello Sir, how may I help you?" she said, holding the phone to her chest, trying to muffle our conversation to the person on the receiving end of her call.

"I locked myself out of my room" I told her, and watched as she stared at me like a complete idiot.

"Well, what is your name, Sir?" she asked, sounding a little frustrated with me.

"Shane Gray" I said, my voice muffled by the tissue I'd grabbed off the front desk and held to my probably broken nose.

Sasha turned her back to me, searching through a computer full of all the guests who were staying there. After an incredibly brief search, she spun around and looked at me in pure annoyance.

"I'm afraid there is no one under the name of Shane Gray staying here" she said, rolling her green eyes at me.

"Check again" I hissed, and her eyebrows furrowed together with confusion and frustration.

After another fifteen minutes of checking (and whispering on the phone when she thought I couldn't hear), the intern turned around again.

"There is definitely no one under that name staying here, I can assure you" she said, preparing to go back to her conversation.

"Do you know who I am?" I shouted at the girl, getting really annoyed with her by now.

"I'm afraid I don't, should I?" she asked.

I let out an irritated grumble, and before spitting 'Thanks for nothing' at the un-helpful, annoying intern, I turned on my heel and fled the hotel.