Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock and so with any characters I use in this story.

Author's note: Given the chance like this to write something about this movie, I decided just to continue because I did enjoy what happened to them. As a fan, and as a devoted writer, I just wish I could enjoy this fic with all of you out there. Thanks for taking time to read this. And PS: Reviews would provide enough inspiration for me to continue so please, go press the review button!

Chapter 1

A Style Just For You

Camp Rock had kept all their minds in the zone of rock. Nate and Jason kept singing the songs, but composing some new versions can't be helped to increase their fame. Gotta Find You, a song originally composed by their not so in a good mood vocalist, remained something in their memories. Shane Gray decided not to put it in CD. If you wanna know why, he has his own reasons.

"Stop it man! If you wanna see her again, you can just send her some flowers or ask some agents to locate where she lives and then boom! Go meet her and tell her in the eyes ... Mitchie, I can't help thinking about you." Nate predicted such an impossible event and role played it with Jason just so as to escape another three minutes with nothing to do. He even made him wear a wig to make the scenario more realistic. With the flower curtains and some classic background, that sure did disturb Shane's thoughts.

Jason is also in with his band mate's idea. "Yeah bro, just talk to her!"

"You know what guys, I can't!" Shane finally stopped keeping his thoughts in his mind alone. No one can blame him, with a Shakespearian actor like Nate and an all crazy go wild guitarist like Jason, what's there to ask for explanation? He's just hoping that at the very least, they could give him some quiet place to reminisce an event that he wished he had never let go of.

"Why not?" Nate asked. "For crying out loud Shane, this isn't like you!"

"Yeah and ever got the idea why this isn't like me at all? Well, let me tell you." He finally stood up and began walking around with some hand gestures, particularly, as he stared in one of the most memorable pictures in the room, a picture with the two of them, happily in the boat, rowing it and talking like time never passed. "Because she changed me! She told me the kind of person I am and here I went, thanks to her…"

"Thanks to her what?" Jason curiously asked with concern as he put one arm in his brother's shoulder.

"Thanks to her, I was able to make a new song…" Shane whispered.

"New song bro? What?" Nate suddenly jumped to give his two brothers a big hug. "That's cool! What's it about? Show it to us!" He encouraged.

"But then I don't know if I still want to let her see me again…" Shane continued.

"What? Why not?" Jason and Nate wanted to know why. Surely, after Shane and Mitchie had their last conversation, it appeared like the two of them are all cheerful and hopeful of the incoming tomorrow. But then it all started, when some mysterious fellow sent this letter to him with the picture, with Mitchie and another guy. And one thing to cope up is that the guy is definitely not him. And to add more, the day he received the letter is the exact same day he didn't receive any e-mail or text message or post card from Mitchie.

"Do you trust her?" Nate blurted out and yelled getting his attention back again.

"What? Of course I do!" Shane answered loudly to keep up with Nate's tone.

"Do you think she's important?" He continued shouting his questions as if letting them get into his all confused pal's mind.

"Yes I do!" He shouted back again. This time Jason already covered his hears with some head phones so as to save his hearing sense.

"Keep it cool men." Jason muttered but he also wanted to know where this conversation is heading to.

"Do you love Mitchie Torres?"

With this last question, Nate made sure to press the record button of one of his favorite gadgets, a confession recorder without Shane's knowledge.

"I do love her okay! Satisfied?" Shane shouted for crying out loud.

"Then go talk to her! You can't possibly believe that guy's her boy friend. Even if he is, snatch her away! It's as easy as that." Nate explained.

"When you're talking, are you making sure you understood?" Shane asked.

"This guy really." Nate shook his head and went on with his unclear point. "Look, so many fangirls of Shane Gray will kill anyone just so they could have a date with you. You are Shane Gray, but more than that, you are a part of this band. Connect 3! If it isn't for you, we wouldn't have even bothered to join that Camp Rock. If it isn't because we're here to support you, we wouldn't have bothered asking manager permission to have some free trips for three whole days!" Nate continued with his explaining tone as he observed what Shane's reaction will be after realizing they're finally free from work.

"Three days, manager, what are you talking about?" Hearing their hidden secret said out loud, Jason strummed his guitar and played some crazy chords he invented.

"She agreed, we're gonna spend three whole days the way we like. You sure wouldn't waste it without even getting the chance to see Mitchie, will you?" Nate smirked as he assured Shane the one in a million opportunities he has to talk to her again.

"Of course! Thanks bro." He gave them a huge big hug.

Now we know what undying feeling Shane saves for the girl he wishes to meet again. The very moment they rode the limo, Jason gave the directions to their chauffer just as Nate asked him to. Nate on the other hand got himself busy helping Shane with a disguise he needed to surprise Mitchie. A mustache (which of course made him hear a lot of complains from Shane) and so with other miraculously fun stuffs only if anyone of you tries to wear them for a new fashion style to imitate Shane.

"I don't need it!" He refused as Nate still forced the fake mustache above his mouth.

"Just wear it!"

"No, you wear it!"

"Why will I? I'm not the one who's barging in some school!"

"I can just wear something else!"

"This is the best among all the elses in the world!"

"Fine! But Nate, prepare your grove if ever she laughs after seeing me."

"Fine! Can't you just...thank me even once for this?" Nate blurted out starting to pretend to get pissed which he always knew would be effective for a stubborn friend on the outside but actually a caring weirdo named Shane.

"Thank you." He sighed.

Their limo reached the street intersecting the one that will lead them to Mitchie's chool.

"Go!" His friends pushed him off the limo.

"How can I know where she is?"

"Just trust us okay! Do your thing!" Nate explained as he closed the door of the limo which took his and Jason's strength just to let it remain closed as Shane tried his best to pull it open.

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Fisherman's hat + mustache + blind man's glasses + some make up (courtesy of Jason and Nate) + super big boots = Shane Gray's NEW fashion trend

It's a good thing he refused to use the baton Nate gave him or else he'd really look like some fishing geek weirdo.

He walked his way with a manipulated voice whenever someone waves at him, particularly some grandma from the school neighborhood who walks with her poodle dog. He even acted in which he's very good at and finally agreed to humiliate himself by some bending and slow walk gestures to make himself more of an old man. If only he knew, Nate and Jason can't help but fill their limo with laughter as they watched him secretly.

What else could be done? He called Mitchie on his way. To his surprise, such disguise is effective. Thanks to his great ability to play with his voice, he passed out the acting test making people in the school believe he's an old man who would like to see his grandchild. In his case, a beautiful grandchild named Mitchie.

M: Hello.

S: Ah, hi! Just so you know, Jason is in the process of making a scrap book and he wants me to ask you some questions. You in? (Shane said normally as he covered his mouth so as not to let anyone hear his real genius voice.)

M: Scrap book? Now that seems something Jason will think. Okay, first question?

S: Where do you spend your time during recess?

M: Well, I really am not a big eater so I prefer the library.

S: Library? You seem like a book geek to me.

M: Hey! (She giggled. Honestly, she misses his voice. It's been a while since she heard it. Not so long for a while because she just listened to his CD this morning but still, for a friend's mind, that's long enough.)

S: Just kidding. Second question?

M: Second question.

S: Can an old man turn you on?

M: What??? (Now that surprised her. Why will Shane of all people she knows ask her something like that?)

S: Nuh, just out of curiosity, what if it's a really hot old man?

M: Of course not! (She almost yelled but she refrained herself because if she did then everyone's eyes will be staring at her. She is in the library after all. Also, she's not in for attention. The only time she did enjoy everyone's screams for her is when she sang her own composition in Camp Rock, same as the time some important friend joined her for an emotional duet. But then of course, things should move on. Shane did move on, and he's still moving on as he approached a silent angel in her solitude with a pile of books beside her to witness her brightness.)

S: Then does that mean I should leave? (Shane Gray whispered in her very ear as he bent over to surprise the girl sitting silently in one of the most unnoticed place in their school library while talking to someone in her phone.)

After almost days and months of not seeing each other, he's actually there. He's just a few centimeters away. His face, his eyes, Shane Gray himself is there to see her.

"Shane?" She almost shouted if he didn't cover her mouth.

"I'm an old man now. You see?" He whispered as he chuckled with her. He sure missed her, as much, or even more.

"Fi-ne." She kept chuckling. "But you know I really didn't expect you to-…to wear something, stylish if I must say." She nodded enough to let him know she really finds his new crazy idea funny.

"Can you at least accompany me to somewhere where I can remove this? This mustache…it's a little itchy, and the make up…jeez!" he explained as he gave her the feeling that he really is not enjoying his new style.

"Okay, let's go then … grandpa." She grabbed his hand and off they went to somewhere to be mentioned in the next chapter.

"As you wish, my dear grandchild!" He fought back with her joke as he let her go first since he doesn't have any idea where they are going.

Is friendship really his reason? Is a friend really how she sees him? Is there gonna be a next chapter for this? The answer, please tell me with your reviews. Thanks for reading!