Author's Note: I didn't think I'd actually like Dana because I wanted Nate and Caitlyn, Mitchie's best friend to hook up at the end of the first movie and was still holding out hope in the sequel, but I ended up liking her and my Muse got frisky.

I don't normally write in first person but first person just seemed like the way to go for this story so I could expand on the storyline they had in the movie. The POVs will switch between Nate and Dana's and any of the dialogue you recognize like "Hey, Pouty Boy," doesn't belong to me just like the characters don't; I'm just you know borrowing them.

I also don't own the epic "In Your Eyes" that belongs to Peter Gabriel whose song not only provides the title for this piece but gave me the inspiration for what my ending will be – hint my ending goes through the whole summer and not just the bonfire, which I didn't like for too many reasons to list. But mostly because there was no Nate and Dana to kind of round out their story. The hug after Camp Star's Camp Wars win was not enough for me. Clearly.

In Your Eyes

Nate's POV

The ride to camp was long enough without Shane making it longer by constantly talking about Mitchie and what it would be like to see her again.

Sitting in the back, I plucked absently at the strings of my guitar, resisting the urge to roll my eyes as he walked up and down the aisle mumbling different phrases to himself so he would know what to say when he saw her again. I knew a year was a long time, but with all the e-mailing and texting they had been doing since last summer, you would think he wouldn't need to "rehearse" before seeing her.

"Nate!" He called, sounding mildly distressed as he bounded toward me.

Now I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes because I already knew what he was coming over to ask me. Putting down my guitar, I told him dryly, "No, Shane, I'm not going to pretend to be Mitchie so you can try out your assortment of lines on me."

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly the bus jerked, nearly sending him toppling into my lap.

That can't be good, I thought as I moved to get up.

"What just happened?" I heard Jason say as I reached the front of the bus. "We totally stopped moving. Why did we stop?"

His eyes frantically darted from mine to Shane's and I was going to tell him to calm down when our bodyguard Oliver's imposing figure appeared in the doorway. With a sad shake of his head, he told us, "Sorry guys, but we'll be stuck for awhile, the bus has a flat."

"No!" Shane screamed, rushing out the door.

About a minute later he had rushed back inside and was rummaging through the various drawers in the kitchen area, only stopping when he finally found a wrench. "You're not going to try to change the tire yourself, are you?" I asked, my tone wary as I arched a brow.

"Of course I am." His tone implied that the answer to my question was obvious. "I have to get camp before Mitchie. If I don't, it throws off my whole plan. Haven't you been listening to me for these last three weeks of the tour?"

Ignoring his comment, I followed him out of the bus along with Oliver and Jason saying, "You know you can't change a tire right?"

After Oliver's attempts at changing the tire himself, I dialed the number of a tow truck that I found in the phone book we kept on the bus just in case. Meanwhile Shane was still attempting – and pathetically I might add – to change the tire. As he cranked the wrench one last time, I sighed heavily and pleaded with him in exasperation, "Can't we just please wait for the tow truck? Oliver tried and he couldn't get it."

"That's because Oliver isn't properly motivated," Shane stated. "He isn't trying to get to Camp Rock before Mitchie."

"We should have never even taken that short cut." Oliver mumbled, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.

As if our bodyguard hadn't spoken, Jason in his typical oblivious way gave Shane a reason for Oliver's supposed lack of motivation, "Maybe," He said. "Because Oliver doesn't even know Mitchie."

Watching him struggle to get the wrench off one of the bolts on the tire, I reached over and gave it a wriggle before it easily came off. Unable to resist, I gave my brother a rare smile as I handed the wrench back to him and he tersely replied, "Thanks," before standing up.

"It's gonna be really cool. I got it all planned," He mused, sounding pleased with himself, "She'll walk in and I'll be sitting there and I'll say..." He paused for what I assumed was suspense and finished with, "Hey, Mitchie. She's going to be so surprised."

"Hey, Mitchie," I said with a scoff I was unable to hold back, "That's your big line?"

"Trust me," He defended. "Everything's cool when I do it."

After a beat, a genuine smile came to his face and he admitted what Jason and I knew all along by saying, "I'm just happy I get to spend some time with her."

I nodded in understanding (though, not really since I had no girl waiting for me) and that's when Jason fished something out of his pocket and handed it to Shane saying, "Oh, hey, here you go."

Realization took over our brother's angled features and he snapped, "Is this from the tire?"

"Yeah," Jason's response was casual. "I found it lying on the ground and I figured it must have been important so I put it in my pocket."

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Shane wondered, his voice bordering on exasperation.

"How could I have told you before, if I didn't remember until now?"

"It's fine. I mean it's just one bolt right?"

Both Jason and I nodded in agreement; not that either of us knew much about tires or bolts that went on tires. Then the sound of tire blowing out and Oliver screaming made us realize just how important the bolt actually was especially when the bus tipped over and began its descent into the lake with a loud and resounding splash amongst our screams of "No!," over and over.

"Told you it was important," Jason replied as he clapped his hand over Shane's shoulder before we walked away, leaving him staring at the lake where our tour bus now resided.

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Arriving in the flatbed truck belonging to a local farmer wasn't exactly cool, but I was confident in Shane's self-proclaimed ability to make everything he did cool. And that lead me to deciding to have some fun while he was mumbling all the different ways to say "Hey, Mitchie" to himself, by tying the laces of his shoes together.

Just as the familiar Camp Rock sign came into view, I yelled over the barrels of hay to the farmer, "Start honking your horn! We're here!"

And that's just what he did, alerting all of the campers that were at the stage by the lake where Opening Jam always took place. Our Uncle Brown was on stage and most likely in the middle of his usual spiel when the honking stopped him while we waived at everyone as the truck pulled further into the grassy area.

"Rockers, my nephews and Camp Rock alums," I could hear Brown announce, "Better known to the world as Connect Three!"

Shane stood up and it was hard for me to hold back the laughter I could feel rising in my throat, as I watched him slowly topple over and then fall flat on his face. Jason turned to me and acknowledged, "You probably shouldn't have tied his shoes together."

With a clap of my hands, I shrugged unapologetically. "He's the one who said he could make anything look cool." I reminded my oldest brother.

After a long pause that came from watching him fight with the flapping chicken on his head, I said dryly, "And I believe he stands corrected," which earned a nod from Jason as we both climbed out of the truck.

The two of us hung back and watched the reunion to end all reunions (or that's what our brother would have us think) take place as he hugged Mitchie who's smile literally stretched from ear to ear as she beamed up at him, big dark eyes sparkling brightly and cheeks flushed prettily.

Then Brown made the announcement that we were going to be spending the whole summer at camp and a small gasp fell from her painted lips as she asked solely for confirmation purposes, "The whole summer?"

"Absolutely." Shane confirmed, his smile as wide as hers.

After his confirmation, Brown's voice could be heard saying, "The official reason being that they miss their Uncle, but I don't think that's the entire story..."

Everyone laughed knowingly and suddenly the eyes of every camper were focused on the reunited pair and "ooohs" were let out causing Jason to say into our brother's ear, "Everyone's staring. You might want to you know react or waive or say something."

"Hey, everyone I'm Shane and this is Jason and Nate," He said as the campers clapped. "Now we know it's going to be hard, but just treat us like normal campers."

Without missing a beat, everyone turned their attention back to Brown causing Shane to mumble somewhat disappointingly, "I guess it really won't be that hard."

With all the campers focused on him once again, it gave our Uncle the time to what I suspected would be the typical "first day back at camp" speech, but he ended up saying something that surprised me, "As you can probably see we're a little bit smaller this year..."

Confused by his statement, I found my eyes darting around and taking in the size of the crowd, causing me to notice that it didn't seem as large as it was back when I would spend my summers here as a kid. Shrugging, I walked on stage with Jason leaving Shane and Mitchie alone and as Brown continued explaining just why the size of campers had shrunk, I didn't expect to hear that there was another camp that had opened across the lake.

What didn't surprise me is that the camp – Camp Star – was being run by his ex-band mate Axel Turner.

Every Thanksgiving and Christmas Jason, Shane and I were treated to the same story of how he had kicked Axel out of their band The White Rose – it was one all of us could repeat word for word and yet somehow we had never figured out how to get out of it.

Not even our Mom – Brown's sister – who had heard it more times than the three of us combined had figured out how to do that.

Just as he told everyone that we had to make an effort to get along with "our new friends across the lake," the sound of revving speed boats could be heard and suddenly little parachutes were falling everywhere causing Jason to panic and cover himself with his jacket as he screamed unnecessarily, "We're under attack!"

The parachutes were from Camp Star and held all the ingredients to make s'mores – chocolate, graham crackers and marshmallows – apparently we were all invited to a bonfire.

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I was surprised Shane was willing to part with Mitchie and share a canoe with me for the trip across the lake to Camp Star, but I held back any caustic remarks I could make. It had been a long time since I had seen my brother as happy as he was now and I wasn't going to take that away from him.

Climbing out of the canoe after it had pulled up to the docks was easy for me, but not so much for him.

After handing me my guitar case (singing was essential at a bonfire, after all), he had one foot on the dock and slowly the canoe began pulling away causing him to change his early assessment of "I got it," to "I don't got it," His voice sound distressed instead of cool.

Smiling, I shook my head and said as I walked away, "I think we should add this to the uncool list."

Walking from the docks and into the actual amphitheater where the "bonfire" was taking place, was something I hadn't prepared myself for. There was no fire but a stage – one that looked like the kind of stage my brothers and I performed on as Connect Three – as in not something you'd expect to find at summer camp.

Everyone was impressed and their gasps of awe were getting to me. Slipping my hands into my pockets, I couldn't help but think that something was off about this. I didn't know what I just knew that I didn't want to be here and I didn't think anyone from Camp Rock should be either.

"Ready?" I heard Jason say as he walked up to me, soaking wet and holding a black mug.

Not wanting an explanation for why he was wet because knowing him it was some weird reason, I just said, "We shouldn't be here. It's so obvious this guy is just doing this to get back at Brown. First he tries to take down The White Rose and now Camp Rock."

The black mug in his hands caught my attention and I couldn't hide my disdain. "What is that?"

"Hot chocolate," Jason answered and after a beat he added. "They're handing it free when you walk in. Plus, you get to keep the mug."

He must have heard the scoff I let out because his response was indignant, "What?"

Sighing, I threw up my hands and told him, "There is no way, I'm staying at this bonfire."

Before I could follow through with my threat, a melodically teasing voice entered the fray. "Hey, Pouty Boy," I heard causing me to turn away from my brother. "You better hurry the bonfire's about to start."

The melodic voice ended up belonging to a pretty girl with long, straight chocolate hair that fell down her back and matching expressive eyes that sparkled while her peach lips stretched into a taunting grin. I couldn't help but stare as she turned away, her hair swaying in time with her hips while she finished walking down the stairs and suddenly I wasn't in that much of a hurry to leave.

"You know," I found myself saying slowly. "We should probably go take our seats."

Jason was smiling at me and I was trying to ignore it. "I think they're about to start."

"Uh-uh." He nodded, his smile growing just a little bit bigger.

Annoyed, I told him, "Don't mock."

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

And as I walked away, I could hear him say, "Okay, maybe just a little bit."

Just as Axel Turner strutted onto the stage and told everyone, "Everyone take their seats," I sat down with Jason. He got into a brief introduction to welcome the campers from Camp Rock that he called "rockers" and I couldn't help but frown at the obvious disdain in his voice when he said it. After that he talked about getting down to what a campfire was really all about – singing – but when he asked if any of the rockers would get up to sing, no one moved.

Not even Mitchie, which to be honest, didn't surprise me much. From what I remembered of her last summer she was a little shy. After all, it wasn't until Final Jam that Shane knew she was the "girl with the voice."

So instead Camp Star went first after Axel jokingly apologized beforehand as he eluded to the possibility of them embarrassing themselves and I rolled my eyes. There was no way they were embarrassing themselves – if there was even the slightest chance something could go wrong with their performance – they wouldn't be hosting the bonfire in the first place.

Settling into my seat, I prepared myself to be unimpressed, but as the performance went on, I noticed the pretty girl from earlier – the one who called me pouty boy – standing behind a keyboard and singing along and it was hard to remain unimpressed when she was so pretty and clearly talented.