Yeah ok, so this is my first Camp Rock fanfic... Hope you enjoy it. ^^ Constructive critiscm welcomed. We have cookies. Random note: I saw a guy who looked exactly like Kevin Jonas in our assembly today. Some Chicago Youth Gospel Choir were performing (Reasons why he could definately be Kevin in disguise. A: Kevin's a Christian. B: He plays guitar. C: He has exactly the same face, sideburns and all. D: He plays guitar. Are you convinced yet? And cause we had a supply teacher for RS, one of my friends went 'to the toilet' and took lots of pictures. Even though they were blurry.... Good times ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, or any of the characters in it, as much as I would love to... *sigh*

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"Mitchie" called out the boy standing at the bottom of the hill. A slim, brown haired girl turned around, a smile lighting up her face.

"Nate!" she replied, already running down the slope to meet him, hair flying out behind her. Suddenly she tripped and fell, sliding and skidding down the grassy bank, leaving a muddy trail of destruction behind her. Too late, Nate realised that she was heading straight for him. By the time he turned to dash out of the way, she had crashed into him. The force of the impact swept Nate off his feet and rolling down what was left of the steep slope. Colours flashed past him, green, yellow, blue, brown, until he finally came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, hurtling into Mitchie at the speed of light. Mitchie bit her lip to stifle a giggle.

"Oops"

Nate smiled at her, then carefully began easing himself up out of the less than polite position that they were currently tangled together in; him lying practically on top of Mitchie, her arms trapped underneath his body. She blushed and scooted out from beneath him. Nate stood up and helped Mitchie to her feet. Picking her up in his arms, he ignored her indignant protests and proceeded to walk back through the woods to the breakfast hall. Eventually she gave up, resigning herself, instead, to grumbling and muttering under her breath, and shooting murderous glances at any unlucky person who happened to pass by. Nate just laughed, making her all the more furious. When they finally reached the crowded hall, and Mitchie was safely back on her own two feet, she stalked off to complain to Peggy. Nate managed to hold back a grin, and walked over to join the other members of Connect 3, currently being ambushed by fangirls at the buffet bar.

It was evening again, the worst time of day for Mitchie. During the daylight hours, it was better; Nate was with her. That helped her forget, but now, alone at night, all the pain came flooding back, overwhelming her. She flopped back onto her bed and curled up tight into a ball, clutching her knees and squeezing her eyes shut, trying to block out all the unforgiving memories.

"Honey?" came a concerned voice from her bedroom door. Mitchie didn't look up. Her mum sighed, and moved to sit next to her on the edge of the bed.

"Shane again?" Her daughter laughed bitterly, tears running down her cheeks.

"How did you guess?"

Her mum sighed again.

"Sweetheart, it wasn't your fault. It was never your fault! Shane brought it upon himself by seeing that other girl. You need to forget about him. Whatever is happening to him now is not your responsibility, if anything, it is him who should be worried about you!" Her voice softened.

"And anyway, don't you have Nate now?"

Mitchie blushed, her tear-stained cheeks flushing a pale crimson.

"I…Well…I guess so, but… It's still so hard to forget. How can I just move on Mum? I really thought him and me…"

Her mum pulled her into a hug.

"My little girl… I just wish you wouldn't grow up so fast" she said, with a sad smile on her face. "I look at you now, the beautiful young lady you are, and it makes me so proud. I am so very, very proud of you sweetie, and nothing can ever change that"

Mitchie smiled at her mum and hugged her back.

"I know Mum. Thank you"

After a minute, Mitchie got up.

"Well, I better go, I promised I'd meet Peggy…"

Her mum laughed.

"Its ok, go on, have fun honey"

"Thanks mum, I will!" she called as she ran out of the house, jumping down the wooden steps and sprinting into the woods.

"Hey Mitchie, you made it!" Peggy's cheerful voice lifted Mitchie's mood considerably.

"Hi guys!" she said as she entered the ring of campers sitting around the blazing campfire. Placing herself on a log next to Peggy, she looked around. Only two faces were missing from the eager throng of teenagers. Shane, and Caitlyn. She let out a gust of air in relief. At least tonight she wouldn't have to face the happy couple. Her mind wandered as she listened to Peggy singing. Really, she knew that she should pay at least some attention to her friend, but memories kept swirling around in her head, distracting her. Admitting defeat, she let the flow of thoughts wash over her, pulling her further into the darkness.

Mitchie ran blindly through the trees, tears stinging her eyes and blurring her vision. Shane, Caitlyn, Shane, Caitlyn, Shane, Caitlyn. The words twisted and danced in her mind, blocking off all other thought. She wanted to scream, wanted to shout, wanted to believe that all of this was a horrible nightmare. She ran and ran, letting her legs carry her where they would. Maybe if she just ran fast enough or long enough she could run far away from this place, could outrun the pain and the betrayal, could outrun the hate, could mend her shattered heart. But she couldn't. Eventually she came to a halt, breathless and sobbing, and slumped to the ground, leaning back against the rough bark of a tree. Caitlyn…they were best friends – or should she say, had been best friends. And Shane… The thought brought on another round of tears. Shane… She closed her eyes and put her head between her knees. She would cope with Shane later.

"Mitchie" A voice disturbed the turmoil of her thoughts. She glanced at the person standing before her.

"Go away Caitlyn" she said. Caitlyn flinched at the pure hatred in her voice.

"I…I…" Mitchie looked at her through red-rimmed eyes.

"What? Nothing you could ever say can possibly make this worse"

"You weren't meant to find out like that Mitchie, I'm so sorry…" she trailed off as Mitchie stood up.

"Sorry? If you were sorry you wouldn't be doing this! If you were sorry, you wouldn't lie to me! If you were sorry, you would stop just once, and look at how much you and your little secrets hurt me! Of course you're not sorry! And you can just leave me alone! And tell your precious Shane that too! I don't want anything more to do with either of you!" Her voice became louder and louder, until she was shouting at the girl standing in front of her.

"Mitchie…" Caitlyn shook her head, pain contorting her features into an ugly mask, and ran back towards the cabins. Mitchie slid back down to the floor, exhausted by her sudden outburst. She sat there for hours, watching the sky darken and the sun set. It was a starless night, black, empty, cold. A perfect representation of her heart. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. She wiped them away angrily and got to her feet, wobbling slightly. The forest at night was tranquil and peaceful, a startling contrast to the confusion and hurt inside her head and her mind.

"Hey" came a voice from the shadows. She glanced around. Why couldn't people ever just leave her in peace when she really needed it?

"How's it going Mitchie?" A familiar voice interrupted her memories. She smiled up at the curly haired teen standing before her.

"Mind if I sit here?" He gestured to the empty log on her left side.

"No, sure, go ahead"

Nate sat down, accidentally brushing his arm against hers. She blushed a shifted slightly further away from him. What was wrong with her today?

Nate noticed her movement and silently cursed himself. Couldn't he do anything right? Noting with some satisfaction that Shane and Caitlyn were absent from the crowd, he listened, half-interested as various campers stepped up to perform. His mind wandered, pulling him away from the crackling fire and the chattering teenagers. One particular memory called out to him – the time he had first properly noticed Mitchie, yet still managed to make a complete idiot out of himself.

He had been wandering through the woods when he had heard her – it was hard not to. She was shouting loud enough to wake the whole campus up. All he had been able to make out through her strangled rant was something about his brother – and then everything had gone silent again. After a long while he had stumbled across her, slumped against a nearby tree. At first he had been cautious, but after a while had passed and she still hadn't seemed to notice him, he decided to make his presence known.

"Hey" He called out softly to her, causing her to jump and look around wildly.

"What do you want?" she replied. He stepped out into the dim, muted light cast by the pale moon.

"What's the matter Mitchie?"

"Is it really that obvious?" she replied, sighing. The corner of Nate's mouth turned up in a small smile.

"Only just a little bit"

There was a peaceful silence. Nate sat down next to her with a 'thump'. She was so close – just a few inches away… He shook his head quickly. She was his brother's girlfriend, not his. What was he thinking? He should never have even called out to her. The only reason he actually knew her name was because Shane was half obsessed with her. He glanced up at the sky. It was peaceful and clear – no stars blocking his view. Just the way he liked it. After a while he began to grow impatient. It was clear she wasn't going to reveal all on her own.

"So… are you going to tell me yet?"

Mitchie fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Well…"

Nate laughed.

"Hey, it's cool. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to"

She smiled at him gratefully.

"Thanks"

There was another silence. Nate looked at the girl sitting next to him, memorising her face in the dull light that still remained. Straight brown hair framed pale skin, tears still lingered in chocolate brown eyes, tears that he longed to wipe away. 'Stop it' he told himself firmly. She's not your girlfriend. Just stop it! She yawned, breaking the silence. Nate chuckled.

"I think we better be getting to bed"

"Yes, I think we better" she replied, mimicking his formal tone.

They both laughed, and Nate turned to leave.

"Wait"

He spun round a little too quickly for his liking, eyes questioning.

"Umm… Thank you" She gave him a tentative smile.

He grinned back. "No problem. Anytime you need someone to talk to, just come find me" He groaned inwardly. What was he – her mum? Nothing he said came out right when he was talking to her.

"No - really. Thank you. For just sitting with me" She unleashed the full force of her captivating smile. Nate was momentarily stunned. She looked even prettier when she was smiling. If that was even possible… To just reach out and touch her flushed cheeks, stroke his hand against her forehead. He quickly shook himself out of his fantasies. That was all they were. Fantasies. They could never be anything more, as much as he would like. Mitchie was so far out of his league, it was laughable – anyway, stuff that, she was the girlfriend of his brother! What would Shane do if he found out what he was thinking? He grimaced. He had some idea. And it wouldn't be pretty… Suddenly he realised he was alone in the clearing. While he had been daydreaming, the cause of his preoccupation had slipped out of the clearing and into the trees. He smiled and turned to head back to his cabin, currently shared with Jason and Shane. She still hadn't told him what her dilemma was. He guessed it was something pretty important to her otherwise she would never have reacted the way she had. He had never heard her shout like that before – well to be honest, he hadn't ever really heard her at all, but that was a different matter. She would tell him in time, he was sure of it. And he would wait a thousand years if that was what it took.

Anyone who is confused: This is set after Camp Rock (To be precise, the year after). The whole of Connect 3 have decided to come this year, and the bits in italics are the flashbacks to the previous year. This chapter was basically just an intro - things will get more interesting and all will be revealed about Mitchie's dilemna.... Chap 2 should be up in a week or so - could be longer as we have end of years coming up... T_T. Revision...