Camp Rock 2

Mitchie Torres' phone rang. She looked up from her song to see that the picture I.D. was Shane's. She picked it up, feeling a little excited.

"Hey," she said cheerfully.

"Hey, Mitchie," Shane greeted her. "What's up? Writing a new song I'll most likely love? Or are you going to keep me from knowing until final jam again?"

Mitchie laughed, remembering last year's Camp Rock episode. But a small, icy pit formed in her stomach. "Yeah. I'll play it for you sometime. What about you?"

He sighed. "Getting ready for Connect 3's tour. It's starts after camp. So, where do you want to meet this year? I'm all up for the lake."

Mitchie paled. She still hadn't told him. "Well, um, actually, Shane…" she started.

"Yeah?"

"I'm…not going this year to camp. My aunt's getting married and I have to to to New York City to the ceremony. The whole family's going and I won't make it back in time," she said sadly.

On the other end of the line, Shane was silent. Mitchie couldn't even hear him breathing.

"Shane?" she asked nervously. "Are you still there?"

He was silent before saying in a tight voice "Yea. I'm here. Could I call you back?"

Mitchie nodded before realizing he wouldn't see. "Of course. Sorry Shane. 'Bye."

"Bye." He hang up.

Mitchie sat frozen on her bed. She sighed and picked up her guitar again, hoping she hadn't hurt his feelings. There just wasn't anything she could do! Her mom didn't want her home alone with them all so far away. Mitchie remembered when her mom had told her. Her heart had been crushed. She hadn't seen Shane since the canoe ride after Final Jam last year. She'd looked forward to seeing him. It seemed he wanted to see her, too.



Shane Gray stared at the phone in his hand long after he'd hung up. He felt like something had punched his gut. Hard. He closed his eyes and leaned against the cold window of the limo.

"Dude, Shane, you okay?" asked Nate from his seat across from him.

"Yeah, man. You're not like, connected to Connect 3," added Jason. Nate rolled his eyes.

Shane opened his eyes, sighed and explained the news. "Mitchie can't come to Camp Rock this year. Her aunt's getting married in NYC and she won't make it back in time."

His band mates looked sympathetic. "Ouch. Sorry, Shane," said Nate.

"Yeah," agreed Jason.

"Wait a sec!" said Nate. He grabbed his phone and scrolled to the calander. "When are we heading to New York for the CD signing?"

"Next week," said Shane, frowning. "Why?"

"When is Mitchie's aunt getting married?" replied Nate, his attention on his phone.

Shane shrugged. "How should I know?"

Nate rolled his eyes again. "Ask her!" he cried impatiently.

Jason looked back in forth between his band mates. "Okay, you lost me when Nate took out his phone," he said finally.

Nate gave him a long look. "I'm thinking of a way to keep Shane from being miserable all summer. Now shut up! He's texting!"

Shane calmly ignored them and texted Mitchie.

Whn R U Leaving?

Mitchie replied a few minutes later.

In 4 dys.

Shane reported back to Nate. "But I don't know how this helps. Mitchie can't come in time."

Nate picked up his phone and handed it to Shane. "See? We're leaving for the Big Apple next week. Camp starts the next week after that. My guess is that Mitchie's mom is catering the affair. And helping to clean up. What if we took Mitchie back with us to Camp Rock?" he finally concluded.

Shane shook his head. "But what if the weddings the day of camp?" Jason and Nate exchanged a glance. "ASK HER!" they cried unanimously.



Mitchies phone ran again. She stopped strumming her guitar and answered. "Hello?"

"Mitchie, it's Shane. Can you answer somethings for me?"

Mitchie blink, surprised. "Uh, yea, sure," she answered. "Shoot."

"So, you're going to New York City in four days, right?"

Mitchie frowned, confused. "Yeah. Why?" Why was this important?

"Hang on. When is your aunts wedding and when are you leaving?"

"Um," Mitchie racked her mind, trying to find the information her mother had told her. She hadn't really listened after the dreaded words "You can't go to Camp Rock this year," but she remembered it a little. "It's two days before First Jam, and we're leaving five days after that. Why?"

"I'll tell you in a second. Answer this: How opposed would your mother be to leaving the day after the wedding with Connect 3 as your flight attendents?"

"More like Shane!" Mitchie heard Jason yell. "You'll be in the front and Nate and I will be waaay in the back."

"Shut up, Jason!" hissed Shane.

Mitchie laughed. "It sounds great but I'll have to ask my mom. Let me call you back. 'Bye!"

Shane hung up and gave Jason the death glare. "You're dead," he said coldly.

Jason held up his hands in surrender. "All I did was speak the truth, man," he said. "Nothing else."

Shane opened his mouth to reply, but his phone vibrated. "Mitchie?" he asked.

"SHE SAID YES!" Mitchie squealed. Nate grinned. He could hear every word.

Shane grinned, too. "Great! I'll call you in a few days with the flight deets. See you at Camp Rock!"

After they'd hung up shane relaxed and sighed. "Nate, how can I repay you?" he asked.

Nate grinned and pulled a small video camera from his bag. "By letting me record you and Mitchie on our private jet," he said mischeviously.

Shane only threw a pillow at him and didn't reply.