hey guys!

its xxmelodiezacloverxx from youtube with a...smitchie story?

what the hell melodie?

why smitchie and not jemi?

well, these two resons for that one: you can't really do jemi on here it has to be smitchie and two because this idea many only works for smitchie. lol.

so enjoy! and if you have a accont on here, review it please.

=D


Shane Grey wasn't always like he is now. In fact, he used to be the complete opposite. Sweet, caring, polite and kind. But like I said, 'used to be.'

She changed that 7 years ago, when he was 12 and music was his whole life.

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It was his second year of camp rock and if it was anything like last year he knew he was going to have the time of his life. This year he brought his 2 brothers along with him, Nate and Jason. He knew Nate would love it as much as he did last year because Nate loves music just like himself. As for Jason, Shane knew that he'd enjoy just leaving that crappy town for 6 weeks.

"Guys, I'm gonna take a walk around and see if it's the same as last year." He told Jason and Nate who were settling into their shared cabin. They nodded at Shane and he was off. He decided that he'd go to the place he loved the most when he came last year-the lake. He loved the feeling he got knowing that the only thing that mattered for a whole summer was music and freedom.

When he turned off the stone path that led to the lake he was taken back by the sound of singing. It was beautiful. The sound sent butterflies fluttering mad in his stomach. He edged closer to the deck and that's when he saw her.

He remembered every little detail about her as if he was staring at a picture. That long silky brown hair that fell freely down the middle of her back. The slight smile she had on her angel like face as she softly sung and played the song he still couldn't get out of his head. That pair of denim shorts and white tank top that seemed to cling to her body, showing off every perfect curve she had-he may only have been 12 but he knew all about turn on's and this was defiantly a huge turn on! But most of all he remembered those eyes. They were chocolate brown but when the sun hit them they showed a slight hint of dark green. He was the type of guy that believed that the eyes were the real turning-heads part of a girl-well; he used to believe that anyways.

He edged his way even closer to her, trying not to disturbed her concentration on hitting every note perfect. But unfortunately for him that deck was made of old wood and liked to make a lot of noise when you stepped on it.

The girl whirled round to look at Shane, startled. Shane held up his hands as if to show peace, "sorry, I heard you singing and I wanted…" his voice trailed off as she started to smile at him.

"Its okay, I just thought that you were going to be that annoying Tess girl. She's really doing my head in!" she explained simply.

Shane stared at her in a trace. That smile was un-like anything he had ever seen and his heart rate started to increase just thinking about it.

She giggled a little at his expression and stood up; shifting her guitar into her other hand and holding out her newly found free hand, "I'm Mitchie Torres."

He looked down at her outstretched hand and shoke it slowly, making sure he held her hand longer then necessary.

Mitchie stared at him for a while as she waited for him to say something but when he didn't she raised her eyebrow slightly, "and you are…?" she suggest helpfully.

He suddenly felt very embarrassed and knew any second know he's cheeks will begin to turn red, "Right! My name! I'm Sh-Shane." He managed to get out without to much difficulty.

She smiled at him. To be honest she found him very interesting and even slightly cute.

Shane stared back at her smile, "so…some time maybe, if your not too busy, do you want to-"he was interrupted by the sound of two boys calling out his name. He closed his eyes frustrated and drew in a deep breath before opening them again and looking at her. "Sorry Mitchie, that's my brothers. I'll see you around?"

She shrugged playfully, "I'm not going anyway for the rest of the summer so sure." She shot him a smile once more which only made Shane want to stay more, but he shoke away that feeling when he heard the calling voices getting closer, "right. See ya Mitchie." He turned around from her and started to walk to Jason and Nate, a wide smile on his lips.

Mitchie stared after him with the same smile too, "see ya Shane." She whispered to herself.

And they did see each other again. They spent all summer together and got very attached to one and other. Singing and playing music together, hanging out by the lakes laughing and getting to know each other and even, one night going to the camp fire together, cuddling under a blanket that hung over their shoulders as they roasted marshmallows and sung joyful songs.

But being so young Shane fell deep. He even thought he was in love-but back then he didn't even know what that meant. But what he did know was that he did like this girl…a lot!

Summer seemed to fly by fast and the days until the end of camp came closer and closer.

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Mitchie loaded her bags into the back of her dad's car then turned and looked at Shane who was avoiding eye contact completely and just stared at a large rock on the ground, kicking it effortlessly with the toes of his trainer.

"Shane?" Mitchie said in a whisper.

Shane looked up at her slightly and forced a smile, "yeah?"

Mitchie leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips causing him to blush almost instantly, "I'll never forget you Shane."

Shane stared at her dreamily then quickly snapped out it, "me too Mitchie. But I'll see you next summer right?" he said hopefully.

Mitchie smiled that smile that sent Shane's heart into over load and nodded, "of course!"

Shane looked at her with doubt written all over his face, "promise?"

"I promise Shane, I always keep my promises."

That reassured him; he smiled slightly, "Goodbye Mitchie." He said pulling her into his arms. She smiled again, "Goodbye Shane" she replied softly before pulling away and getting into her car.

Shane moved round so he was in next to the window and waved as the engine started up and the car drove away.

"Fucking lying bitch," Shane muttered to himself as he had the flash back of their last day together.

She never came the following summer, or the summer after that, or the summer after that, leaving him broken and changed. He stopped going to camp and vowed never to fall for a girl again because he knew he could do better without some lying chick.

That girl changed him, and not for the better either.

There was a quiet knock on the door which caused Shane to roll his eyes and sit up from his bed, "what?" he hissed annoyed that someone interrupted his moment of peace.

Nate entered the room and shoke his head, "why am I not surprised you'd be here?"

"Erm…maybe that's because this is-wait for it-my room, you dickwipe!" Shane replied rolling his eyes again.

"You were meant to meet us at the recording studio, or did you forget?" he said folding his arms over his chest.

"Oh, was that today? Wow, I'm sorry" he said, completely sarcastic and without a care in the world.

"You know Shane, we're getting sick off your attitude."

"Then go away and cry like the bitch I know you are!" he fell back down on his bed and folded his hands behind his head.

Nate sighed to himself and toke a deep breath, getting ready for what he was about to say, "Me, Jason and even mom have talked it over and we've decided that maybe its time we go back…to, ."

Shane shot up, sitting on his bed glaring at Nate, "you better not be serious, cause if you are then-"

"look, even though I'd love to stand here and chat death threats with you, we've got a plane to catch so grab your purse, leave your attitude and lets go!" Nate smiled to himself for reply so fast and left the room leaving Shane to sulk.

"I hope the plane fucking crashes." He mumbles, anger slowly flowing through his veins as he stands up and storms downstairs.

"You can do this Mitch. Take a few deep breaths and just say it!" Mitchie Torres muttered to herself trying to calm down her nerves. Before her brain could come up with some excuse to turn around and leave this until next summer she knocked on the door and waited.

"Come in." an irritated voice called from inside the room.

Mitchie toke another deep breath and walked into her dad's bedroom-plastering on her famous fake smile, "hey dad." she said trying to calm herself down again.

He glanced up from his computer quickly then turned his attention back to the screen, "what?" he asked.

"Dad…I need to tell you something." She said as she started to pull on her fingers nervously.

"Okay, talk!" he commanded to his daughter.

"I've been saving up my money for 4 years now and I finally have enough to pay for a place in this year's camp rock." She spoke quickly and looked up from her hands to see her father's reaction.

That stopped him. He looked up from the screen and removed his glasses from off his noise and stared at his daughter, "excuse me?"

"I said-" she started but got cut off by her father's loud voice.

"I heard what you said Mitchie! What I meant was, what the fuck?" he yelled at her, rising from his chair.

Mitchie swallowed hard and forced a nervous smile at him.

"We agreed that was a one off! You promised me that after that…camp-" he spat out the word in disgust "-you'd forget that whole music thing and actually concentrate on something more important and less time-wasting, such as studying hard to get into Princeton!"

Mitchie toke another deep breath and stood up straight, trying to act braver then she felt, "and I will, all I'm asking is for one summer off."

He laughed a humorless chuckle and shoke his head, "why would you even want to go there?"

It's now or never Mitch. She thought to herself.

"Because music's my life and I love that 'camp'" she replied.

He stared at her in shock, "no daughter of mine will-" he was cut off by the sounds of a horn outside.

Mitchie shut her eyes tightly, "saved by the bell" she muttered to herself, she turned around and left the room, heading to the hallway where her already packed bag sat patiently waiting.

Her dad stormed after her, "how dare you walk away from me, Mitchie! We're not done talking!"

"Well, I am dad! I'm going to that camp, like it or not!" she put her second back over her shoulder and opened the front door about to step outside.

"Take another step and you can never come back here again!" her dad threatened between gritted teeth,

Mitchie froze for what seemed like a whole minute before she turned her head back and replied, "fine then. I won't come back" With that she grabbed her bag and walked out side and towards the awaiting mini-van.

A tall guy with brown hair and a warm smiled greeted her as she opened the door "hello Mitchie Torres. I'm brown."

She smiled at him as she put her bags beside her, "hey, brown" she replied politely then leaned her head back against her seat as she shut her eyes tight.

She had called brown-the owner of camp rock- and asked him if it would be possible if he could find someway of picking her up, because she knew her dad would react in that way and refuse to take her. Except she didn't plan the whole being kicked out thing but it's okay, she knew her grandparents would more then happily take her in.

Mitchie let out a slight sigh as she stared to smile. This was it. After 7 years of having to ignore the calling of music for him she could finally go back to the one place she knew would accept her. They did the last time she went there.

Last time.

Shane.

She promised she'd come back next year. But shoe didn't. She couldn't, her dad wouldn't let her. That doesn't mean she didn't try and convince him to let her go the following year he was just being stubborn.

But, she knew deep drown that he properly forget her. She was 10 and he was 12 it didn't mean anything.

But one thing that made it all worse was that she never even found out his last name! He knew her's so if he wanted to find her that badly he could have. He didn't have an excuse.

But it was only a summer fling between too children. She's grown up now, not necessary physically-I mean, sure, she is a lot taller now and her face has matured a bit but other then that nothing- but mentally. She knows the difference between love and a fling…from watching it on television.

But she knew that it was only a small fling.

It meant nothing,

Well, to one of them at least.


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