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This story was removed once for ToS violation. I wanted to say I checked the story and the reasons for removal and might I say I found nothing wrong with it. But if you see something wrong, please, feel free to leave me a review or a message and I will change something or delete something, to stay within guidelines. Please, warn me if you feel like reporting, and tell me whats wrong. My friend believed that it might have been copied, but I wrote this by myself and spent my own time typing it myself. If anything to similar to any stories it is a coincidence, and as for the title, I searched and there were no Camp Rock stories by the same name, so if there are any similarities it is a coincidence because I do not believe in stealing anybody's work, because it is not good authorship and it is idiotic.

And keep in mind - this is only the first chapter, the story may not be the same as I continue on, and I simply want people to know this is my own work. :)

I am adding a disclaimer now in case.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Camp Rock, or the characters who names are from Camp Rock. (Caitlyn, Nate, Jason, Shane, Mitchie, Connie, etc.) Their roles are just switched around because this is a different story.

Claimer: I added in names of people such as naming Shane's father Jacob and naming his mother Michelle, those people are fictional and mine, because Shane's real parents were not mentioned in the first Camp Rock.

Things Left Unsaid

Chapter 1:

How It All Began (Prologue)

I was about 7. It was summer, and I was spending my summer like any other 7 year olds do. Outside, with the world as my playground. Through the scraped knees, dirty clothes, and hair that my mom always decided to keep long and in my face, it was a great summer. And it was the first time I met him.

Shane.

He was 10 at that time. He was one of my best friends. Besides my cousin Jason, and my friend Caitlyn, I would always play with him. I spent more time outdoors playing with him then I sat inside. My mom would even offer me animal crackers. That wouldn't even get me inside. We were inseparable. From noon until 6, my time would either be outdoors, or indoors, at Shane's house or waiting until my mom let me back outdoors.

One day I came over.

My mom held my hand as I came and I knocked on Shane's door. His mom cracked the door, then seeing it was us, opened it and got a huge grin on her face.

"Hello Mitchie. Connie.," She nodded towards each of us. I kept looking around her as much as I could, seeing if Shane was inside. I saw a lot of boxes, but he wasn't around.

"Hello Michelle," Connie greeted with a smile. "My daughter was wondering if Shane was home. None of her other friends can come over right now, and you know how kids are."

"Yes, he is," she replied, her grin disappearing a little bit. She looked down at me then turned back behind the door and yelled. "Shane! Mitchie is here!" Shane arrived at the door almost instantly.

"Hey Mitchie!" Shane smiled, a little bit more down then he usually is. I was too young to notice and simply replied back, just as cheerful.

"Why don't you guys go up to Shane's room, and me and Mitchie's mom here can talk," her mom replied with a grin.

"Okay," Shane said. He didn't give it a second thought and grabbed my hand and lead me upstairs. Connie stepped inside, watching us laugh while running up the stairs. She then turned to Michelle who shut the door and extended her arm to where the dining room was. It wasn't as fancy as it usually was.

Before, there was a big, wooden, shiny table in the center of the room covered with an elegant white table cloth. No matter how many stains had once before covered that cloth, it always looked bright and new, and covered the table with a vase of picked flowers I usually gave Shane's mother as a thank-you every time I came over. Instead, there was a smaller table, and there were multiple boxes with different labels like 'SILVERWARE' and 'CHINA SET 1' and many other kitchen-related boxes, some filled and some not. It didn't take Connie long to figure it out. She sat down at the small table with a simpler glass than there usually was whenever she came over. Shane's father was a movie director. He made huge moves, ranging from Horror to Humor. He made millions, which usually was the reason while the Gray's lived in such high class. Their house was always clean and well-furnished.

Michelle was a young woman of about 27. She was attractive, blond, yet very sweet. She got pregnant at 16, and got married to Shane's father when she was 20. Their marriage wasn't exactly the best in the world either. He was never home, and when he was, he would never be there for long. He was either at work, a club, or one of his other houses in California. He only really got married to Michelle because he felt he had to, because their families were very pushy, and almost did it themselves, and he was sure to remind her of that on a daily basis. He believed Shane was just a big mistake and always told her how big of a mistake it was to have sex with her in the first place. She said she couldn't even recall the last time he told her he loved her. And she wasn't sure he even meant it.

She also worked in modeling, so he wasn't the only reason they lived in high style. She loved Shane, no matter what anybody thought of her or what her husband said. She never even referred to him as a husband – just "that man" or "Jacob." She was trying her best at being a single mother. She had a high income, so that wasn't hard. She was at work quite often, but we never had a problem with letting Shane stay. She was sweet, and had no idea how she got her life into the messes she did sometimes.

"What happened?" Connie asked, sitting down.

"Divorce. He's taking this house and me and Shane are moving to New York. I've only told him today, giving him a bit of time to get used to it. The divorce should be fully filed in a week and we have to be out in two weeks max," Michelle tried hard not to choke on her words.

"Aw, sweetie. It's okay. I understand how hard it is. You and Shane will be able to have a great life in New York...free from the pressure," Connie said, reaching over to Michelle. They've been great friends ever since Shane and I had our first play date. My mom was older, and always had good parenting advice and such, and Michelle was happy to have a good friend to confide in with her life, and get tips from.

"You don't understand. Shane is way too young to go through this. I had to explain to him what a divorce is, and he doesn't get why. Now we are moving so far off. I'm still going to be a single mother – except now it's actually official. Shane was used to the idea of having a dad, even though he was never around, and now he doesn't even have that. I want to keep Shane here but we could only get support for our life and Jacob insisted we move to New York. It's done and if I don't go, legal action will be taken. I'm just...trying so hard so Shane doesn't have the shitty and broken life that most kids do in America. Sure, we have loads of money, but Shane doesn't care about that. He is never going to have his real dad around again. His life is going to Hell and I feel it's all my fault," Michelle was crying now.

"No it's not, and you know that. Jacob was never the father he was supposed to be and it's better for him to not have that much pain in his life then to have it," Connie said, trying to comfort her sobbing friend.

"And, I'm also very concerned on how Mitchie will take it. Her and Shane are very close," Michelle looked up at my mom, and Connie just had her head down.

"I know."

--

"Shane, why does your room look so empty?" I asked, looking around at his room. He had a lot of boxes as well with various labels and his walls no longer had most of the stuff they did before. It's amazing how much he packed up in just two days. All that was left was a mattress on a wall with a blanket, a lamp, a table and some chairs, a trash can, and a small box of toys.

"My mom packed all my stuff up," He said quietly, sitting at the table. I sat down too and opened a coloring book and grabbed a box of crayons.

"Why?" I said, mis-matching the colors with the page.

"Because we're moving," Shane said quiet again.

"Oh. Are you moving down town or something? My mom won't let us walk down town, we'll have to take the car," I said, still coloring.

"No. We're going to New York," he said.

"Where's New York?" I puzzled, looking up. I wasn't well-schooled in Geography. I knew it at one time, but in Shane's presence I kinda just got my childish side to kick in easily and I kind of didn't care about anything except what we were going to do that day.

"It's really far. You can't walk there. And you can't ride a bike or a car. The only way really is by a plane, that is how we're getting there," Shane said, sounding sad.

We were closer than close. We were almost like siblings. The ones that get along. We became friends instantly and we didn't have to know anything about each other. I've been coming by for two years, and now I could make a list of all his favorite things, as I'm pretty sure he could've done with me. It was the kind of relationship where if we were any older, it would be extremely awkward.

"My mom and I could just fly a plane, can't we?" I said, letting my clueless little kid side take over again.

"It doesn't work like that," Shane said, looking at his feet. I put my crayons down and walked over to him.

"Why?" I asked, confused and shocked at the same time.

"My mom and my dad are getting a divorce. I don't know exactly what it is but she said my dad won't really be my dad anymore, and that we're moving because of it..." He explained. I nodded, but I didn't entirely get it.

"When are you leaving?" I asked, finally accepting it.

"My mom said after all of our things get packed up, and we don't know when that will be," Shane said, shifting on his heels.

"So you're just...going away?" I said. I now had tears in my eyes. He looked up and saw me.

"Yeah," he said, noticing the tears in my eyes. "But – I might still be able to talk to you sometimes, if my mom will let me." he said, trying to cheer me up.

"But you still won't be my best friend down the street anymore," I said, looking down and wiping my eyes. My brown hair had surrounded my head, and I didn't notice Shane grab my hands. He was much taller than me, so I had to tilt my head up to see him standing there, holding my hands. My eyes were brown and shimmering. Losing a best friend was one of the most painful things I've felt in my life, even now. "Who will I play with?"

"You still have Jason and Caitlyn," he said, looking sad as well.

"But you're my best friend!" I shouted, shaking my head again, tears running down my face.

"I know, you're my best friend too," he sniffed, and I couldn't tell at the time he was trying not to cry.

"You'll probably make a lot of new friends," I sniffled as well. "I'm just a little kid." I was being too negative for my own good.

"I know I will see you again someday," he said, trying to make me happier again. I looked up.

"How?"

"I don't know. My mom said that if you have a friend you really like, you'll stay friends with them forever. She is still friends with a lot of people," he said, thinking.

"But New York is so far away. I'll never see my best friend again!" I cried. He bent down, still holding onto my hands.

"Mitchie-" He began, but I let go of his hands and ran downstairs. I tugged on my mom's shirt.

"Mommy!" I cried, tears in my eyes. "I wanna go home!"

--

About three days had passed. I hadn't gone over to Shane's house and he hadn't come over either. Then we had a knock at the door. It was Shane and his mom.

"Can I talk to Mitchie?" Shane said first. My mom made way and told him I was in the back yard. He ran past her and came straight out the back door.

"Hi," he said to me, and I looked up from spinning on a tire swing. I didn't speak so he sat on the ground.

"We're leaving tomorrow," he blurted it out. I looked up, and gasped. "So this is my last day here." His black hair fell over his right eye, and looked a bit more shaggy than usual.

My hair was down and blowing all around because of the wind. He looked up, and all he was a 7-year-old girl wiping an eye with her fist and her hair blown all over her face.

"Listen," he said, and I looked down at the boy who was staring at me. "Promise me that we'll see each other again some day?" He said, holding up his pinky. I sniffled, smiled, and crossed my pinky with his. We dropped our hands and just stared at each other. We leaned forward, a bit confused, then when we were about 2 inches away from each others face, we both leaned back, apart from each other, giggling. We crossed pinkies again.

"Shane!" We heard his mom call. We both looked back to the door where his mom was standing, tears in her eyes as well. Shane and I both stood up and we walked to the door together. He followed his mom like a puppy and looked back at me, and my mom held me.

--

It was the next day. There were about two or three moving vans, I can't remember. They were packing up boxes, and I just sat in my room and watched from the window. I eventually fell asleep when I awoke to my mom shaking me. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my mom. She held my hand and I looked out my window. There were no more moving vans, just a taxi that said AIRPORT. My mom took my hand and led me downstairs and outside.

Shane's mom carried 3 suitcases into the taxi and ran back to the door and Shane followed her. We walked up to them. We stared in silence for a while. My mom leaned over and gave her friend a big hug. They talked for a bit and Shane and I just stared at each other. I'm sure I looked real crazy, with my bed hair and a wrinkled outfit. I held out my pinky and he interlocked his with mine this time. We giggled.

My mom soon walked back over and wrapped her arms around me. I'm pretty sure I was crying again as the taxi drove off. I don't know how I was so emotional, and I was only 7. I guess weird things happen when you have someone you like. He was my best friend. Though I keep telling myself thats all it was. Is it possible to fall in love at the age of 7?

--

Every time I tried to call him, which wasn't often, he would never answer. I didn't know it was the same way for him. I gave up eventually, then remembered our promise. I kind of gave up on that too. Little kids say weird things. Besides, the chances of me meeting him again are slim to none. I guess you can say after ten years, I've matured. Then, I was in 2nd grade or so, now I'm 17 and a senior. I don't think meeting an old old friend from 10 years ago is really on my agenda. Maybe I'll fit it in between work, softball, and my college interviews?

Okay, I know this sounds kinda cheesy and touching at first, but it gets better. And it's short but - I needed some touchy little kid fluffy stuff, because I think it's adorable. Sorry, not a lot of drama, I kind of planned that for later chapters. -EVIL LAUGH-