A/N: Ok, I decided to go ahead and post this chapter, since I had it finished. I'm sorry if it seems a little rushed, I never was good at writing the beginnings of stories. And it might still be a little while before I post more. Anyway, now I know for certain exactly how this story is going to go, and it actually has NOTHING to do with my Drake & Josh story! At first it was going to be slightly similar but I have a much better idea! So ignore what I said about that ;D. And there will be more bad guys, don't worry! lol. Shane's best friend is gonna be involved too... MWAHAHA. lol But if I keep rambling on, I will give the plot away, so I think I'll stop now... Enjoy and tell me what you think! (REVIEW!! lol)
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
A knock on Mitchie's bedroom door woke her. Groaning, she flipped herself onto her back.
"Come in." She called, and when the door opened, Shane stood here, grinning.
"Ahh!" Mitchie yelled, jumping up and running over to him. "What are you doing here?" He pulled her into a hug, laughing.
"I've come because you and I are going on a vacation! To England for the weekend!" At that, Mitchie shrieked, clapping her hands together, and Shane winced, putting his hand to his ear.
"Ouch. I know you're happy, but could you be happy without the screaming?" He teased.
"I'm sorry! I'm just so excited! I can't wait! When do we leave?" She asked, barely able to contain her excitement.
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"Thank you, thank you, and thank you!" Mitchie screamed, hugging him.
"Well, I figured, after all we've been through, we deserve a break. England, here we come!" Shane yelled enthusiastically, pumping his fist in the air. Mitchie shrieked again. "And I've already checked with your parents, they said it was ok. They agreed with me."
"Oh wow… I am so excited! I can't believe this! Thank you so much! I'd better start packing!"
"Here, let me help." Shane said, and the two began to go through Mitchie's things and load up her suitcases.
"I can't believe we're really going!" Mitchie whispered excitedly to Shane, who nodded in agreement. They were on their way to the airport in Shane's limo.
"Me either! But believe it, 'because here we are!" Shane said as they pulled up, and the driver came to open the door for them. Shane paid the driver before the two literally ran into the airport. Once they'd gone through the countless security scanners (A/N: uhh, I don't exactly know what to call them :D), they quickly found their plane.
"Tickets, please." The attendant said, and Shane handed them over. "Go ahead." She said, smiling. Shane and Mitchie eagerly boarded the plane and found their seats.
"I can't wait!" Mitchie squeezed Shane's hand happily, and he gave her a broad smile. They chatted excitedly as they waited for the plane to take off.
"Please buckle up your seat belts, take off is in a few minutes." The captain's voice rang out, and they hurriedly obeyed. Soon, they were up in the air.
Shane and Mitchie got off the plane, eagerly looking around.
"Ahh, I can't believe we're actually here!" Mitchie exclaimed.
"Look, there's our driver." Shane pointed to a man holding up a sign that said "Mr. Gray". "Come on, let's go. I booked us reservations at one of the nicest hotels I've ever been to – the Chanberly. I think you're going to enjoy it."
"I would have stayed anywhere, just as long as I got to come!" Shane smiled at her as they got into the limo.
"We're here, Mr. Gray." The driver said politely, and Mitchie squeaked in excitement.
"Let's get settled, and then we can go and do some sight seeing." Shane suggested, and Mitchie nodded, too happy to respond. She stared around her in fascination. The hotel was amazing looking from the outside, and the moment she stepped inside she knew this had to be the nicest place in all of England.
"Shane! How much did this cost?" She whispered to him, causing him to laugh.
"Don't worry. I'm not about to run out of money anytime soon. As long as you don't find an ice cream shop, my wallet will be ok." He grimaced and Mitchie grinned. This was going to be the best vacation ever!