Okay, this is my second story, first Camp Rock fanfic!! Yay! Anyway, I really hope you enjoy the first chapter, please review! I love to hear your opinions and ideas. R&R.

D: I don't own Shane or Mitchie.

Mitchie Torres sat on her bed, the night air was getting colder and her only source of warmth was the large guitar resting on her stomach. She strummed softly, humming the tune to her new song. Her mother was gone for the next two weeks, and she was left alone to find peace with her music, her heart, and her many thoughts. Her dark brown eyes gazed up at the ceiling, scanning the four Connect Three posters she had hung up earlier that summer. As if they had their own mind, they stopped at the sight of Shane Grey. His dark brown hair and deep captivating brown eyes lured her in. Her fingers stopped playing the music and she let out a small smile. Over the first two weeks of Summer, Shane and her had become really close friends. After getting past the lies she had told to simply fit in, he felt connected to the real Mitchie and since then, they have been as close as her and Caitlyn. He knew most of the simple things about her, some huge secrets, some small, but she hid a few things that were really quite important. Mitchie was slowly but surely falling in love with pop star/ friend Shane Grey.

"Yo." Shane barged through the screen door of the cabin and jumped onto the bed next to her.

Mitchie's heart skipped three beats and her petite rolled itself off the bed.

"Shane, I'm seriously going to kill you." She brushed the hair out from the front of her face.

"Lions scare some people, maybe even tigers or bears, but you should haved warned me about your fear of hot pop stars." He replied cockily, sneaking a smile in her direction as she shook her head.

"You can be so cocky sometimes." She said, giving him a playful push.

"It's part of the image." A grin lit up his face.

"If that's what you want to believe." Mitchie returned the grin and looked out the window.

"It's like pitch dark out there, what time is it?" She asked, sitting closer to him.

Shane pulled out his pone and let her get a glimpse. " Eleven thirty-two."

"Shane! It's an hour and two minutes past curfew, if any of the counselors see you walking back to your cabin they'll make you leave Camp Rock." Her eyes widened, she was definately shocked by the fact that he was barely concerned.

"Well it's about time, I already saw like fifty-seven trees, got dirt in my hair, oh and gone four days in a row without a hot shower."

"Ew." She laughed and smiled at his humor.

"Besides, Jason will not give it up about that birdhouse." He watched her smile, as if it was contagious, he did as well.

"Don't go Shane." Mitchie was surprised that her thoughts actually made it out of her mouth.

He slowly reached for her hand and held it in his. "I'm just joking, I wouldn't want to leave this place yet, besides, you'd still be here." He pulled her in for a hug. Mitchie smiled to herself and held him tight. She knew in her heart this was how it was supposed to be.

"So, looks like I'm bunking here with you tonight." He unwillingly pulled away and shrugged, taking off his shoes as he did so.

"Are you crazy?"

"Oh come on, it's the only way I won't get kicked out of here. Your mom isn't here, right? He asked.

"Well, no." She responded.

"Well I son't see a problem. Unless you don't want me to stay." He raised his eyebrow and waited.

"No!" She responded all too quickly.

"Then Shane Grey shall stay." His eyes grew big. "I totally just rhymed, that was cool."

She laughed at his amazement in himself and turned towards him, their faces were just about three inches apart.

"There's no one else I'd rather be here with." He spoke softly.

"Really?"

"Yeah really, Nate snores when he sleeps and Jason mutters on and on about some boy band he created in his mind, The Bonus Sisters or something . . . . " He confused himelf for a bit, then shook the thought and smiled at Mitchie.

"Joking aside, It's true, you're an amazing girl." He placed his hand on her shoulder, sending shivers down her whole body.

"No I'm not, I'm just plain Mitchie." She gazed into his eyes.

"Well 'just plain Mitchie' is the most amazing, talented, beautiful girl I have ever met." He kissed her forehead, taking both Shane and Mitchie by surprise.

"Thank you." She stumbled over her words, stuttering over the 'T' and 'Y'.

"I'm gonna go change." She raced over to the bathroom.

"Oh okay." Shane responded a bit late.

He picked up Mitchie's guitar from the bottom of the bed and began playing one his newer songs.

"Everytime I think I'm closer to the heart
Of what it means to know just who I am
I think I've finally found a better place to start
But no one ever seems to understand

You're the voice I hear inside my head,
The reason that I'm singing'
I need to find you.
I gotta find you.
You're the missing piece I need,
The song inside of me,
I need to find you,
I gotta find you.
Oh yeah."

"I love that song. It's just so . . . from your heart." She smiled and emerged from the bathroom. Shane her over. she was wearing white shorts and a blue cami. His heart was beating two times faster than normal.

"I always figured you'd be the one who would really truly understands me." She joined him at the edge of the bed and placed her hand on the guitar.

"I'm glad I do." she confessed, her head slowly moving into his.

"Me too." His hand rested on the back of her head, his fingers entwined with her brown hair.

"I'm so glad I found you." He pulled her in closer. His mind raced with thoughts. Would this ruin their friendship, would she feel the same way.

Mitchie shivered and broke her gaze.

"Shane I have to say something." His hand dropped, along with his eyes.

"I, I umm. . ." She stuttered again. His heart pounded for the first time with her.

"What Mitch? Tell me." He pressed on.

"Shane it's just that, " She looked him in the eyes.

"It's just that I'm not good enough? Just that we're just friends and will only be just that. Just that you don't feel everything that I'm feeling right now with you." His eyes hardened, the gentle feel of them just slipped away.

"Just tell me Mitchie. Tell the truth, just like when you told me the whole truth after Final Jam."

"Shane stop!" Tears slowly found their way down her cheeks.

"Mitchie, I want to be with you. I need to be with you. That's the truth, and nothing but it."

I'm so excited to be done with my first chapter of my first Camp Rock story. Please comment and leave feedback. I'd really love to know what you guys think and what you want to happen, what couples you want to see in te story and so on. The more reviews the better, also the faster I post the next chapter. Thanks for reading. :D -Sara