A/N: Hey guys! I am formerly known as fireflies lit up the world x and it rains when you're gone x. I am now Cause in the daylight-x. If you want you can look at the other stories I've written and see if you remember me or not. I haven't updated or posted anything since February! It's been a long time. I am soooo sorry for not updating my other stories and stuff - if anyone cares. I hope I still have some readers that remember me :) This is my new story.

Only saying it once ;} I don't own Camp Rock. Blah.

In Too Deep

Chapter 1

"Mom, I'm so tired of moving around the country. I don't even know where my home is anymore. Home shouldn't change so much," I said. This was our seventh move. I have a military dad. This causes us to move around everywhere, so I have to keep starting over. New friends, new house, new neighborhood, new state - just new everything. I can't be like every other kid who grows up and tells their children, 'This is the house I grew up in.' I know change is inevitable, but everything has changed so much that if it was alcohol, I'd be way drunk.

"Honey, this is the last time. We're not moving anymore. I promise," she said in a sincere tone and comforting expression. She's promised that before, but then it happens again. Empty promises.

"You always say that!" I yelled, frustrated. Seems like the first day in our new house is not going so swimmingly. I'm never mad at my mother unless we move. It puts me in a bad mood for a while and I take it out one everyone.

"I have no control in this, Mitchie. You'll adjust like you always do. You'll be okay," she soothed. She wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug while I just stood there, almost lifeless. "Why don't you go out into town? Get adjusted while getting some fresh air while I finish unpacking the last of these boxes," she smiled at me, pulling out of the hug. She handed me twenty dollars. I just stared at it in the palm of my hand. I hope she doesn't think she can buy my approval of this situation.

"Thanks, Mom. I guess I'll go explore," I said, feigning a smile. What really is in this town anyway? It seems kind of small compared to other ones I've lived in.

I walked around taking in the hundred year old oak trees and the houses that all looked a bit similar to each other. A couple of kids were playing in the front yard. It was a typical, happy neighborhood. As I got more into the town, where the stores are and everything, I noticed the diner. The diner I saw when we first entered the town. It had a certain charm to it. Diners are just so... for the lack of a better word, happy. I felt my stomach rumble. I'm hungry and there's a dinner. I don't want to look like a friendless loser going in by myself, but really, that's what I am at the moment, so might as well be myself.

A person sat me down at some booth in the back of the diner. They were playing old music from the seventies. It was nice and quaint. I read the front of the menu that was given to me. 'The Oak Diner' it read. This town surely takes much pride in its numerous oak trees. Oak trees must be the center of gossip going around the rumor mill here. 'Hey, Bob, I heard the craziest thing!' 'What?' 'You know Mrs. Smith a couple blocks away?' 'Yeah...' 'She planted an oak sprout in her backyard!' 'That bitch!' Or maybe not.

"Hey, I'm Shane. I will be your waiter. Can I start you off with something to drink?" I heard a smooth voice say, snapping me from my daydreams. I looked up to see a guy, maybe seventeen or eighteen. His plain, black t-shirt hugged his muscles perfectly. His eyes were light brown with a tint of green mixed in. His hair was a ravenous, messy disarray, but it looked good. He looked good. Really good. He noticed me staring and blushed. Fortunately, he didn't embarrass me more by mentioning it. "I can't stand here all day, Beautiful. Do you want something to drink?" he smiled. He called me beautiful. Oh my...gosh... I cleared my throat.

"Um, I-I'll have iced tea," I managed to get out.

"Alright. I will be right back with that," he said, with a quick wink. He just winked at me. He was flirting with me. Maybe I am just imagining it or something. A guy like him wouldn't give me the time of day. He has to give me the time of day though - I am a customer. Look at me making a big deal of nothing. I am such an idiot. Here I am swooning in a booth over a waiter who is probably laughing about it right now with the other employees.

I started reading the menu to try to take my mind off the embarrassment I just endured. Nothing really appealed to me. I can be a picky eater. I guess I'll order the chicken fingers. Shane, the waiter, is probably going to laugh at such a childish dish to choose. I can't win. I can't believe that he called me...beautiful. It was so unexpected and gave me butterflies.

He came back with my iced tea with an amused smile on his lips. "Are you ready to order your meal of choosing that you plan to consume?" he asked. A smile appeared on my face when he said that. It was cute.

"Uh... chicken fingers," I mumbled hurriedly, mortified.

"Chicken fingers!" he said, extra loudly on purpose. "Those are personally my favorite. I love the little crayons they come with, too. Do you want crayons?" he asked, laughing. I giggled.

"No, that's okay, but I'll definitely have the french fries that come with it," I said conversationally. He raised his eyebrows.

"Small girl, big appetite, huh?" he said, writing it down on the pad he had in his hand. He was so laid back, so easy to talk to.

"Yeah, I guess so," I grinned up at him.

"Can you pass me the menu back?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied. I grabbed it so fast and whipped it around to him so not carefully that I stupidly knocked the iced tea over and it went all over the table, and partly on him and myself. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! I am such an idiot. I can't believe I did that!" I groaned.

He laughed. "Me neither. No worries, I'll go clean it up," he announced in a super hero-esque way. I thought he would have freaked out, but instead he is making jokes. When he started to clean the table I got up to get out of his way. I watched the muscles in his arms work while he cleaned. Wow, Mitchie, try not to drool.

"I really am sorry. Ugh, I'm such a klutz," I complained, mostly to myself. He turned to smile at me.

"It's fine. You made my day more interesting," he said, winking like he did before. That almost made me melt. He gave me napkins to dry up the iced tea soaking my legs and I thanked him.

"I'll be back with chicken fingers and another iced tea. While I'm gone, please do not injure or knock over anything. Just stay put," he ordered. I stuck my tongue out at him. I got to say this has been the most unusual experience at a diner. How does someone just klutz out like I did? I took out my ipod to listen to while waiting.

Suddenly, I plate of hot chicken fingers and fries were placed on the table. I looked up to see Shane. He sat down opposite from me in my booth with a sandwich. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and put away my ipod. "Hi," I said. I have such a way with words sometimes.

"Hey," he said, with a lopsided smile.

"...Why are you sitting here?" I asked curiously. He leaned back and sighed dramatically.

"Well, I guess you don't want me here," he said, feigning sadness. "Haven't taken a break all day long and just wanted to sit down with some company. I guess I'll just leave," he sighed again. I smiled. This guy was something else.

"I suppose you can sit here," I said, with a teasing smile gracing my face.

"Good," he said. "So what were you listening to?" he asked conversationally. Ugh. I hate that question. I don't like people judging simple songs that I listen to. Everyone likes different music, so everyone is always being judged by others.

"I was listening to In Too Deep by Sum 41. It reminds me of the early 2000s. Those were good times."

"Cause I'm in too deep and I'm trying to keep, up above in my head, instead of going under," he sang quietly. His voice was so lovely. "Yeah, the first decade of the 2000s sure flew by. It's weird. Here we are in 2010 already... here I am acting like an old person reminiscing about the good old days," he joked. I laughed. I took a french fry and ate it. Yum.

"These are good fries," I stated. He nodded.

"So what are you doing all alone here?" he asked. "Come to think of it, I have never seen you before. Are you from around here?"

"I just moved here. I'm from Seattle, Dallas, Trenton...I could go on, but I'd rather not. I've moved a lot. My dad's in the military..." I said trailing off, not really wanting to think about it.

"Hmm, so you've certainly been around the country. Are you going to Roosevelt High School?"

"Yeah, I am. You go there?" I asked, hopeful.

"Yes, I do. In a couple of weeks school will start up again, and my senior year will 't wait," he said, excitedly.

"Oh, I'll be a junior. Well, at least now I'll know one person there," I said, relieved. He averted his eyes from me and frowned slightly, but then immediately smiled again.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Mitchie Torres," I uttered. It really just hit me that I was talking to an incredibly hot guy that I just met and now I'm starting to get self-conscious.

"Pleased to meet you, Mitchie," he said, fancily. "I'm Shane Gray."

"Shane Gray...sounds cocky."

"Maybe it's just the way I say it since I'm just so cool. See, watch. The name's Shane Gray," he said, trying to be smooth. I raised my eyebrows, amused.

"Ah, so the name's not cocky, you are," I teased. I took a bite of my chicken.

"Gray, break's over! The usual early dinner rush is going to be coming," I heard an older man say. Must be his boss. Shane frowned.

"Gotta go back to serving with a smile," he said in a bored tone. "I am now your waiter again, no longer your lunch companion." He got up and was about to walk away, but then thought of something.

"Is everything okay? Would you like anything else with that?" he asked in the manner only a waiter would have. I shook my head. I grinned as he walked away.

When I was about to leave out the door after leaving the money and a tip for my meal, I felt someone grab my wrist to stop me. I turned around to and met beautiful light brown eyes. He was scratching the back of his head with his other hand. "Uh, Mitchie, can you put your number in my phone? I wanna call you sometime," when he said that, it felt like my heart had skipped a beat. I'm so new to starting relationships with guys. I've never had a boyfriend before. Since I've moved so much it would be pointless to start a relationship that might come to an abrupt end anyway.

"Sure," I said, gladly, taking his phone and putting my number in.

"Wait, you need a picture to your number, too," he insisted. I went along with it and smiled when he said 'say cheese' taking the picture with his iphone. "I guess I'll see you around, Mitchie."

I nodded. "I guess you will."

But he never did call - or even text. I didn't seem for the rest of summer vacation either.

There it is! Please review. I need to know what all of you think of it and maybe suggestions or something. Reviews make authors better writers and updaters. They motivate! Sorry if there was any mistakes. If people like this story, I'll try my hardest to update again this week. My goal is to get 10 reviews. If I get at least 10, I'll be really happy and be more likely to achieve my goal to update again within one week. If feel no one likes it, I'll probably be put off from this story. Thank you so so so much for reading this !

Also, sorry if it was a bit rough. I haven't written in a while !

seeya :) hope people are having good summers .