Happy

"Hey, pretty baby, with the high heels on, you give me fever like I've never, ever known!"

Mitchie smiled as the familiar voice sung from behind her.

"Personally, Thriller is my favourite Michael Jackson tune," She laughed, spinning around to meet the crooner in a hug.

"I'll just have to work on that then." Shane grinned as he returned the hug.

It was the Camp Rock Final Jam after-party. The dining hall had been transformed into a glittering dance floor of balloons and sound system equipment. Caitlin had taken the stage and was DJ-ing out some dance songs. All the campers were strutting their stuff, swaying in time to the music. Mitchie waved to Caitlin, who smiled at the sight of Shane at her side. Winking, she faded into a slow song. Mitchie groaned and rolled her eyes when she realised what had happened.

"I think Caitlin wants me to dance with you." She shrugged.

"Yeah, right. Caitlin wants you to dance with me. Uh huh, sure." Shane smirked.

"Well, I might want to dance with you a little."

"A little?" Shane feigned hurt.

"Miniscule, even. My desire to dance with you couldn't be seen with a microscope." Mitchie teased.

"And you call ME a jerk?" Shane scoffed, taking her hand and leading her to the centre of the crowd, who had mostly partnered up and were intertwined with each other.

Shane followed their lead and pulled Mitchie's hands to the back of his neck, placing his hands on her waist.

"I never agreed to this." Mitchie scowled jokingly.

"That's right, I keep forgetting Caitlin is the one controlling us." Shane mock-glared at the girl on the turntables, who poked her tongue out at him when she caught him looking in her direction.

Mitchie just laughed again. She could not remember a time when she had been this happy. Shane just seemed to make everything fall into place. As much as she hated to admit it, he got her. The international pop sensation understood the small-town shy girl. A smile crept onto her lips when she thought about what the popular girls at school would say when they found out about this. She had a feeling she wouldn't just be invisible anymore.

But she was done with girls like that. She'd had enough of Tess that summer to last her a lifetime. She had no idea what even possessed her to desire a life like that. No, she was completely content with her life just how it was.

"What?" Shane asked suspiciously when he saw her smiling.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how happy I am." Mitchie sighed blissfully.

Shane bent his head and pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. "Me too." He whispered.

Zomg smitchie fluff makes me happyyyy. :D
I couldn't decide whether I wanted my first real camp rock fic to be fluffy or angsty. And then Michael Jackson shuffled onto iTunes and my dilemma was solved.
And can I just say that I am completely overwhelmed by the response to The Idiot's Guide to Camp Rock? I just did it as a joke, but you guys are way too kind. Thanks for all your positive feedback!