A/N: Ok, as promised, here is your sequel. I had the most annoying title block ever… so that's why it took so long. And if you don't already know, this is the sequel to Figures Of My Break-Up, which is a one-shot. This will be a multi-chaptered fanfic. You most likely need to read the prequel to find out what happened and what exactly Mitchie went through to understand most of what she says and does, because I don't spend time rehashing all of the gory details and such. So, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1

I could feel a mixture of excitement, nervousness, and regret swirling in my gut as my mom pulled the rusted, brown van into the parking lot of Camp Rock for another summer. This year I got to stay in the campers' cabins, because we could afford to pay the regular price. However, Brown said that everybody enjoyed her cooking so much that he had no choice but to invite her back for an encore. He insisted that I take the discounted rate, but I no longer was obligated to help in the kitchens. I had a feeling that Caitlyn and I might help anyways.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mom asked me. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I realized the van stopped and I still hadn't jumped out excitedly.

"Oh, yeah, sorry Mom. I was just thinking," I replied, a touch of sadness in my tone.

My mom clicked her tongue sympathetically, "This is about what happened between you and Shane, isn't it?"

I shook my head, before nodding. My mother laughed at my indecision.

"It's alright sweetie. It'll be fine," she told me, placing a hand on my shoulder reassuringly.

I nodded and opened the door, slipping out of the van. I grabbed my bags (three this year!) and my guitar and headed towards the main office to get my cabin assignment and schedule. I felt my stomach knot as my eyes searched the camp frantically, searching for any indication that he had arrived. I hoped to heaven that he wouldn't. Maybe he'd decided to schedule a tour for the summer and he would disappear, never to be seen again. That would be the best thing in the history of my life. Although I knew the chances of that happening were slim to none, I held onto that hope as I recognized a familiar face.

"Caitlyn!" I yelled, waving my arm not weighted down with bags at her as she walked toward the same destination as me.

"Oh my gosh! Mitchie!" She yelled back, dropping her bags, except her laptop, and running towards me. I dropped my luggage as well, including the guitar, and barely caught her as she practically jumped on me in a bone crushing hug. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" She squealed.

"We just saw each other at Spring Break," I laughed, referring to the visit we'd made to San Francisco for vacation. It was just a total coincidence that San Francisco happened to be where Caitlyn lived… Okay maybe not. I totally knew that was where she lived when I suggested it. I just needed to see her. She was the only one who understood what I was going through, because she knew Shane, she knew me, she knew what we had and she knew that what had happened had hurt me. Okay, hurt is being generous; it destroyed me. Nobody else except her fully understood how I felt, and how shocked I had been. I was certain that my parents had expected me to be over it within a couple of weeks, a month at most, so they weren't much help after that time had passed. Of course, my dad only thought Shane had broken up with me because of distance because my mom and I had opted not to share the real reason for our break-up… It was safer for all involved parties that way.

Caitlyn understood, and had absolutely no expectations of my recovery. I was still depressed when we'd visited, and she'd understood. She'd been the best friend a person could ask for really. It seemed that Caitlyn was what I'd needed to knock me back into reality. A week with her set me back on the right path. It made me realize that this was what life was supposed to be about, not sitting and moping over some cheating, lying, idiot. After that week, I had started to return to normal.

"Yeah, well that's still a long way in the past. I feel like I haven't really seen you in forever. Since last summer, to be exact."

I attempted a smile, "Yeah, sorry about being such a downer. If it helps, you got me out of my depression," I said meekly.

Caitlyn's face stayed serious for a moment, before she broke out in a broad grin. Soon I was laughing as well, and I picked up my bags, then walked over to hers so she could retrieve them. Once we both had our bags we continued our walk into the office. Once there, we gave the secretary our names and she gave us our cabin assignments and schedules. We both decided to say our cabin names at the same time, so one wouldn't know before the other.

"1..." I said excitedly.

"2..." she continued.

"3!" We both shouted.

"6!" I told her.

"6!" she said at the exact same time.

The realization sunk in at the same time, when we both squealed and grabbed each other's hands, jumping up and down like little girls. We finally stopped to catch our breath, to see the secretary staring at us as if we were some weird bug never before seen. We started laughing once more as we looked at each other, grabbing our bags from the floor again. We were heading out to the cabin when I spotted it. A limo. A black limo. My breath caught and I immediately stopped laughing. Caitlyn's laughing slowly ceased as she watched my face.

"Mitchie? Mitchie what's wrong?" She asked, before her eyes landed on the limo as well. "Oh." She said softly. She watched in silence with me as the door opened.

I let out a sigh of relief when silver heels hit the ground, followed by slim legs, silver leggings, a jean miniskirt and a purple tank top. The blonde head that emerged as the girl stood up offered little relief to Caitlyn, but to me, it was like a gift from the Gods. I had never been more happy to see Tess Tyler in my life.

Caitlyn and I stood silently as Tess stepped around the door, smirking.

"Looks like she hasn't changed," I scoffed.

Caitlyn shook her head in disapproval, "Some things never do."

I frowned, "Some people, you mean."

"No, some things." Caitlyn said simply, laughing. I joined in as we headed towards our cabin.

We arrived at Cabin 6, dumping our bags on two beds beside each other. We spied the other two beds, wondering who our cabin-mates would be. We didn't have to wonder long as the person we least wanted to see barged through the door as though she owned the place; Tess Tyler.

Tess looked at us, shocked, "What are you two doing here?"

"This happens to be our cabin," I replied, "And you?"

Tess scoffed, "As if you'd have to ask."

She stalked over to the bed furthest from ours, dropping her stuff. A minute later some other girl who introduced herself as Anna walked in. She took the remaining bed, and faced Caitlyn and I after introducing herself.

"I'm Caitlyn, and this is Mitchie," Caitlyn smiled at her.

"I'm Tess Tyler. You should know, before you make nice with these two, Mitchie's mom is the cook here, and Caitlyn's parents work on a cruise ship," Tess spoke up smugly, walking towards Anna with her hand outstretched.

"Actually, they work at-" Caitlyn tried to correct Tess as she did the previous year, and like last year, she was interrupted.

"My mom's TJ Tyler. As a girl raised in a decent environment, I'd like to spare you from the indecency of these two," Tess spoke again, standing in front of Anna now, shooting us a demeaning glare when we were mentioned.

Anna cleared her throat, "Thanks, but as a girl raised on decency myself, I'm pretty sure I won't need your help. Thanks though."

Tess looked shocked and offended as Anna brushed past her, throwing her bags onto the bed between mine and Tess's. Caitlyn and I smiled.

"Well, now that you've met Camp Rock's more indecent company, you want to go for a walk? You're new this year, right?" Caitlyn asked her.

Anna beamed, "Sure! And yeah, it's my first year."

"Well then, welcome to Camp Rock. We'll fill you in as we go."

So the three of us left the cabin, leaving a still shocked Tess standing there, gaping.

We walked in a general direction of the lake, talking and laughing. Caitlyn and I took turns telling Anna who to stay away from, and who's alright, and generally what to expect. I almost forgot about him. Almost.

"Oh, and make sure that you-" I immediately stopped talking when I saw the canoes. That brought back a rush of memories all at once. I stopped walking for a moment, and just stared.

"Mitchie? Mitch? Earth to Mitchie…" Caitlyn waved her hand in front of my face, before following my gaze, and, just like the limo, stopped talking and stared silently at the canoes as well. Anna just frowned, staying silent with us.

I shook my head, clearing all the stupid memories clouding my mind. "Sorry about that. What were you saying?"

Caitlyn looked at me, "You were saying that Anna definitely shouldn't get framed for stealing a charm bracelet and get banned from Final Jam."

"Oh, right!" I remembered, laughing brightly, bordering on fake. Anna looked at me, concerned, but let it go.

"Anna, I should probably explain…" I said, biting my lip.

"No, no. It's none of my business. You don't have to say anything. I have a pretty good idea of the situation anyways."

I looked at her, alarmed.

"It's just… I don't want to go all fortune teller on your ass, but it's pretty obvious that you've had your heart broken. You met a guy here, at this camp. Maybe last summer, fell in deep. Got in over your head, and then the guy broke your heart. You thought he felt the same way about you as you did him, so it makes you feel even worse because you were so naïve. Of course, it was a long distance relationship, because all relationships that start at camp are, and then you start thinking that maybe it wasn't going to work out anyways, so you begin doubting your feelings in the first place, and gradually lose all trust in yourself. You go into a deep depression for an unspecified amount of time, and then finally get pulled out by something, most likely your quickly falling grades and/or your friends' concern." Anna said, as if it were fact, which it was.

My eyes widened, "Wow. You're good."

Anna smiled half-heartedly, "I've had experience in this sort of thing."

We let a silence stretch between us, before reaching a silent agreement to continue walking.

"So…" I trailed off, unable to stand the silence any longer, even though it was not an awkward one.

"So…" Anna agreed.

"Anna, you haven't told us about yourself," Caitlyn brought up.

"Oh. Well that's because there's not much to tell really. I grew up in a small dead end town south of San Diego, before my parents finally decided to move into San Diego itself. I've lived there ever since. Our family's pretty normal. You know, the whole two parents, two point five kids and a dog, white picket fence. Same old thing really. My family's super-predictable."

I was shocked that she sounded almost bitter about it. Did she want her family to be messed up? All Caitlyn and I could say was 'oh' before we continued on our way around the lake. We didn't really talk about anything else until we heard the call for orientation from the speakerphone. It was faint, but we heard it and began heading back up to the set of the Beach Jam, where the campers all met every year to start off.

We arrived just as Dee came out on the stage to introduce herself.

"Hey, you awesome Camp Rockers. I'd like to welcome you all to another great year! This year is going to be the most awesome one yet! I'm Dee, a vocal specialist here and I look forward to seeing you all in my classes!" She exclaimed. She looked as excited as last year, if not more.

"Hi Dee." Everybody chorused.

Dee clicked her tongue disapprovingly, "I thought all you veterans here understood the message… At Camp Rock we sing."

Caitlyn and I rolled our eyes, smiling, as the camp sang, "Hi Dee!"

Dee laughed before continuing her speech, "That's better. Alright, now we at Camp Rock know how much you guys love this camp, so we wanted to show our appreciation by making this year even better than last. So, in honour of continuing our tradition of celebrity instructors," She paused and my breath caught, "We are happy to welcome back not just Shane Gray, but the rest of Connect 3 as instructors!"

Everybody clapped and gasped and screamed, except me. I could feel my head spinning. He's coming back? Here? Shit! What business does he have, ruining MY summer?!

I gulped and grabbed Caitlyn's hand just as she grabbed mine. Anna watched us with a curious expression on her face.

"You know, usually, when you're going to be instructed at one of the most prestigious camps for music by 3 of the hottest rock stars on the face of the earth, you don't normally look so pale and…" Anna trailed off at the look Caitlyn gave her. For someone that was already showing us that she was very perceptive, she could be clueless sometimes.

I loosened my grip on Caitlyn's hand as Dee continued.

"Also, in the spirit of improving things, we've decided to spice things up… And add three new jams!" Dee announced, to cheers from the campers. I snapped out of my state of shock to clap along with everyone else. "And the names of these jams will be… drum roll please!" She paused as Andy came up and gave her a drum roll on the stage, "Improv Jam, Dance Jam, and a trial called Duet Jam. Now, I know you all want to get to it, but just let us occupy a few more minutes of your time. Brown tells me that he would like to explain these jams, so without further ado, give it up from Brown!"

Everyone cheered loudly for Brown as he leapt up from the back of the stage, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "Alright, welcome back to another music-filled summer! I know you're all dying for me to shut up and let you leave, so I'll be brief.

"Improv Jam is basically self-explanatory. You get up on stage, and improv something, anything to show how you feel in the moment. We feel that it will be a great addition towards helping campers become more in touch with their emotions and who they really are.

"Dance Jam is also pretty self-explanatory. It's basically a dance at which campers can sing. It's similar to an open mic. Should be lots of fun.

"And lastly, I know you all want to know what this is about. Duet Jam. We've decided that doing duets is a key part of performance. We get to see how you work with others and how others work with you. We'll have you sing a few bars for us, and pair you with somebody who's voice matches yours. It should be a good test of if people will be professional, or let your emotions get in the way."

I could have sworn that Brown looked straight at me. A second later, he looked away and I continued to listen as he spoke.

"So, I'll post more about when you'll be singing for us and when duet partners will be chosen as well as when the Jam will be hosted. I'll notify you when all the kinks are worked out, so now, I'll hand things back over to Dee."

Brown walked off the stage to thunderous applause. Dee jumped back up. Man, she really needed to calm down…

"Okay! Thank you Brown! Now, I love saying this every year, Camp Rock is now in session! Study hard and, most importantly, have fun!" She squealed, pumping her fist in the air and running back off stage in that weird way she does.

Caitlyn and I shook our heads as Anna asked, "Is she always like that?"

We just nodded, turning to go back to the cabin. Suddenly, I saw It. The one thing I had been dreading the sight of. I felt my body go rigid and my insides start to squirm. To my annoyance, I also felt a mild fluttering in my stomach.

Caitlyn looked at me once again as I froze for the third time that day. She had seen the limo too. She grabbed my arm and tried to pull me away, but I stood still, watching, waiting.

I held my breath, I knew it was him. The door opened, and out stepped Jason. He stopped short, opening his arms, tilting his face to the sun, taking a deep breath. Nate emerged a few seconds later, bumping into Jason. Nate gave an angry remark and Jason looked defensive. The two started in on an intense argument, before a third figure emerged. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I felt the tears prick at my eyes as memories of that day I found the picture on that tabloid came rushing back. My eyes were drawn to him as he moved between the two, pushing them apart. He must have sensed my eyes on him, because as he separated his two feuding friends, he looked up, straight at me. I couldn't do anything but stare back. A tear fell. Dammit. I wasn't supposed to cry. As his eyes locked on mine, I saw the pain reflected in his brown orbs, but it didn't matter. He was the one that broke my heart. I wasn't going to care about him if he obviously didn't care about me. Caitlyn stopped trying to pull me along as Anna gazed upon the situation, finally piecing everything together. Our eyes stayed locked for a good minute, a minute in which his arms dropped to his sides, Nate and Jason looked confused, following his gaze to land on me, and tears streaked down my face, almost uncontrollable. Finally, I mustered enough strength to tear my eyes away from his, turning my head away from him and turning to walk away. I brushed at the tears streaking from my eyes, making sure I only walked. I wasn't about to run away. Walking was a better pace. Caitlyn and Anna took a few seconds to register my departure and followed me, Caitlyn shooting a glare in his general direction.

As I continued to walk away, I heard his voice calling after me, "Mitchie! Mitchie!" but I ignored him. Caitlyn and Anna jogged to catch up with me, Caitlyn throwing her arm across my shoulders as we continued to retreat. I couldn't stop my tears as the memories I had so carefully locked away came bursting back through the gates of my emotional vault. I didn't want to cry, because I didn't want anybody to start spreading rumours or thinking I was a baby because I couldn't handle seeing my ex-boyfriend.

Damn you Shane Gray…

A/N: What do you think? Do you like it?