Yush, uh another story... I don't know if you'll like it. But... yeah. xD Smitchie. So read, please review. :D Sapphire Rosie

Disclaimer: I OWN CAMP ROCK? I don't? Aww.. I don't own Camp Rock. But I wish I did.

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Please.

It seemed as if nothing wrong would ever happen in the world again when their lips met. Mitchie could've swore she felt some kind of feeling that this was meant to be, that they were connected, soulmates maybe. But maybe it was because Mitchie had never kissed anyone before, maybe this was how all kisses were supposed to be. After all, somebody actually liked her for the first time. And she loved that feeling, the feeling of actually being wanted, or maybe even perhaps needed. She wanted to savor every taste and remember this moment forever.

Shane, on the other hand, had a whole different take on this situation. Different was the one word that was running throughout his head. He knew the word was overused, unoriginal, but it seemed to have fit Mitchie perfectly at this very moment. He, Shane Grey, who has dated a countless number of girls, and kissed almost all of them, actually felt... right. Shane felt that Mitchie was a different person than all those other girls he had liked for not more than a minute or two before moving on to another.

Up until this point he thought all kisses were the same. But not this one. It was... yes, different. Very different.

Mitchie was on her toes, and her arms were hanging loosely at her sides. Feeling awkward in this position she wrapped her arms around Shane's neck. Shane wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly. Little did they notice, a very angry and jealous Tess hid behind a tree, watching and envying Mitchie.

When Shane pulled away, all Mitchie could gasp out was, "Wow." Shane chuckled at her comment. Really, was that all she could think of? They stood for a minute, staring into each others eyes. Shane moved his hands to her face and cupped her cheeks, stroking it gently.

"Mitchie, I... I... I, uh." Shane took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Mitchie looked at him smiling, expecting something. But what? Mitchie herself did not even know. Shane opened his eyes again, the look of her smiling made his heart leap. "I, uh... I think I... I've got to go!"

"What?" Mitchie exclaimed, but it was too late. Shane was running full blast towards the camp. Once he was a fair distance away from Mitchie, he ducked under a tree and crouched behind it, resting his back on the trunk.

"I'm such an idiot!" Shane muttered to himself, breathing rapidly. "God, if I had just not freaked out!"

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Mitchie sat on the damp grass, cross-legged. She was confused as to why Shane would all of a sudden run off like that. Mitchie was pretty sure that he had nothing important to do, or any interviews and such. It was their night, and he had to freak out. Of course, Mitchie had thought she would've been the one to run off, but it was strong ego-headed Shane Grey afraid of a young teenager as normal as Mitchie was. It was amazing to see him run so fast, maybe having screaming fans chasing after you taught you a good lesson.

Mitchie laughed and distracted herself with playing with twigs. She really shoulded headed back to her cabin, but she wasn't thinking right. It was dark night after Final Jam and the woods were beginning to spook her out.

"Well I guess I should heading back now." Mitchie sighed, standing up and dusting the grass off her pants. She stretched and was about to start walking when she heard someone's voice.

"I saw Shane and you together." A cruel voice said behind her. Nervously, she turned around. Out of the darkness stepped a blond-haired girl with a jealous look on her face. Her arms were crossed across her chest and behind her stood 3 strong guys.

"Tess?" Mitchie said, getting a little worried. Her eyes didn't leave the muscles of the three guys and the smirk on Tess's face.

"He's too good for you." Tess started, walking in slow circles around Mitchie, trying to intimidate Mitchie as she'd done before. Mitchie's face was red and tried not to get intimidated, she had learned.

"Shut up and get out of our business. That has nothing to do with you!" Mitchie said firmly, trying not to let Tess get to her. Mitchie was fuming and yet extremely scared inside.

"Oh really? Did you really think, Shane Grey would give a daughter of a cook, the time of day? Did you really think Shane Grey would actually LIKE a hypocrite, a liar, or a girl who couldn't sing if it would save her life?" Tess started, making Mitchie's eyes water. Tess grinned slyly, and continued walking around her.

"Shut up, Tess." Mitchie demanded.

"Did you really think he would actually love you? Well I guess your just living in a fantasy world. Because he doesn't like you. Face it. He liked what your image was, daughter of a famous president of Hot Tunes China. He doesn't know the real you. Actually, he doesn't even know you at all." Tess smiled, watching Mitchie's tears fall and her face holding a look as if she'd just been stabbed.

"I said, shut up Tess." Mitchie said, warningly.

"That's all you can say? Can't even argue yourself. What a wimp." Tess laughed, placing her hand on MItchie's shoulder, making her shiver.

"I won't waste my breath on you, I don't need to explain ANYTHING to you, because your simply not worth it." Mitchie snapped, angry now.

"Or maybe, you just don't want to admit it. Or you don't have anything to say because you know I'm right." Tess fought back, determined to win, no matter how bad she hurts Mitchie. It was silent for a moment and Tess laughed again. "I see you don't have anything to say. I see you understand that Shane doesn't like you. God, such a tiny brain, such an idiot. I can't believe me or Shane actually spent our time on you. I'm ashamed I ever met you."

"Be quiet Tess, because you know just as well as I do, that your never going to be worth anything." Mitchie argued, having the urge to punch her in the face. But she resisted, she could never sink as low as Tess had already.

"Idiot."

"This is all about Shane, to you huh?" Mitchie tried to laugh, but she was still hurt inside.

"I'll bet he's out kissing another girl. That's why he ran off, without warning."

"He is not."

"Or maybe he's just shocked that he ever made contact with you." Tess suggested, meanly.

"Oh yeah, that's right." Mitchie remarked, sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.

"Or maybe he hates you." That single line fired Mitchie up.

"SHUT UP! You don't know a thing about what's going on between us, nor do you know a thing Shane is thinking right now. Well, I bet you don't know a single thing about Shane, the person. For god's sake, just stop being jealous and go find someone else. He doesn't like YOU. Alright? Just because your mom hurt you tonight doesn't mean you have to go fume it out on someone else. God, it's not my fault! He hates you. Tess, he hates you with all his guts, and you know that. Face it Tess. Your nothing but a jerk, and not a funny one at THAT. The truth hurts." Mitchie yelled, just speaking whatever came to her tongue without thinking.

Tess slapped Mitchie hard, leaving Mitchie's pale face red. Mitchie's tears fell down faster, because of the pain. "I thought you weren't going to waste my breath on me. You are a liar. Face it." Tess raised her eyebrows.

"I--" Mitchie started breathing hard when Tess punched her in the stomach with all her strength. Mitchie could feel her dinner coming back up, she held her stomach trying to subside the pain. "You... You... You evil little--"

"Boys, get her!" Tess yelled. Noticing the boys again, Mitchie screamed scared, and ran.

"SHANE! HELP ME! ANYONE HELP ME!" Mitchie shrieked as loud as she ever had in her life, she was running out of breath, and her legs were tired. She hoped someone could hear her, she hoped and prayed with all her heart. "Please, someone!"

"Yelling for your boyfriend? See, he's not coming." Tess smirked, satisfied as she watched Mitchie plead for help like a little baby.

Mitchie was still screaming for help until she fell, tackled by the three boys. Weakly, the last thing she called out was, "Shane..." before falling unconcious, pain marked all over her face.

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Shane heard Mitchie call out from far away his name. She sounded ilke she was in a lot of trouble. He ran towards where he first heard the sound. "Mitchie? MITCHIE!?"

"Quick someone's coming. Run!" He heard some boys say faintly. Getting very worried now, Shane ran more quickly and his heart nearly broke seeing Mitchie, with pain inscribed all over her flawless face, scratched, bumps and bruises all over her legs and bodies.

He panicked. "Mitchie!" Swiftly, he picked up Mitchie in his strong muscled arms and ran as fast as her could back to Mitchie's cabin. Nearly tripping over roots and stones, he wouldn't stop running. He had to get help.

He burst through the door, seeing Caitlyn sit peacefully working with her keyboard on a bunk. When Shane burst out of the door, Caitlyn nearly jumped off the bed in shock. "What the? Oh my god MITCHIE!" Caitlyn opened her mouth but Shane shut her up by saying,

"Don't ask, I don't know, but I found her lying there and-- CAITLYN GO GET MRS. TORRES TO DRIVE US TO THE HOSPITAL NOW!" Caitlyn was about to make a clever comeback, but then decided to obey and dashed out the door. As fast as she could, Caitlyn ran, stopping at nothing to get to Connie. Legs sore and out of breath, Caitlyn nearly toppled over, but she forced herself to continue, for the sake of Mitchie.

Caitlyn found her in the kitchen working on a new recipe for the last breakfast of Camp Rock this year. Noticing Caitlyn's pale face and, she asked, "Caitlyn, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but Mitchie's not. She's hurt, and she's needs to go to the hospital RIGHT NOW!" Without a single word, Connie wiped her hands and pushed open the door. "Let's go." She said firmly, letting Caitlyn drag her over to Mitchie cabin.

"Mitchie! Shane, what happened?" Connie asked, frantically, looking at Mitchie's cuts and bruises. Most of her bruises were dark purple and her cuts were bleeding badly.

"I don't know, but we gotta get her to the hospital!" Shane yelled, urging all of them to get Mitchie to help as quickly as they could. He was getting really impatient with the questioning ladies. Connie understood and quickly nodded.

"Ok, ok, Shane hold Mitchie and follow me and Caitlyn." Connie commanded, and Shane obeyed, picking her up in his strong arms. They all rushed to Connie's catering truck that was only fit for a couple people. So they squeezed, with Mitchie laying on their laps.

"Sorry for the tight squeeze, guys."

It all happened so fast. In a flash Mitchie was in the nearest hospital. Shane and Caitlyn waited anxiously in the waiting room while Connie was making several calls to Mitchie's relatives and friends, and the camp rock director Brown, telling them that they were at the hospital. It was tense and loud in the waiting room. Caitlyn was talking incredibly fast and saying how worried she was.

"I mean, I'm so scared. She's a strong girl, right? She'll live. I have nothing to worry about, right? Yeah, that's right. No worrying at all. She's strong. But what happened? Someone must've -- actually not someone, a group of people, a strong group of people. I mean, PURPLE BRUISES, huge cuts, scrapes, it was just so scary. Shane, what if she doesn't make it? She probably broke like a million bones. SHANE, SHANE ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" Caitlyn rambled on and on while Shane sat next to her. He wasn't really listening to her, he was just stuck in his own thoughts.

If I hadn't left her. If I just stayed there and walked her back to the cabin. If I hadn't asked her after Final Jam to walk with me. None of this would ever happen. God, I feel so stupid right now. Shane stomped on the ground. If he just -- WHAT WAS TAKING THAT DOCTOR SO LONG? Maybe she was, no she couldn't she-- Shane's thoughts were stopped when he noticed a long white coat coming out of Mitchie's hospital room. It was the doctor.

Seriously, he looked at Connie and all of them. He looked down at his clipboard. "She has some serious injuries. Some of her rib bones are broken and it seems as she has a twisted ankle also. She's badly bruised, but that'll heal just fine. It's the damage they've done to her skull we're worried about. We've been doing some tests on her and we've bandages her up, but for now we don't know if she'll make it." Shane's breathing stopped and everyone went silent.

Shane's ears were ringing and repeating that last line of the doctors, "But for now, we don't know if she'll make it."

"Please." He whispered.

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