"This is me," The harmonies rung out through the hall of Camp Rock.
Shane and Mitchie stood face to face, gazing into each other's eyes.
"It was you," Shane breathed, "You're the girl, the song," he stuttered.
Mitchie giggled, "This is me," she echoed and Shane laughed, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Quoting lines from songs now are we?" he asked, teasing her, "you're the missing piece of me, the song inside of me," he sung to her in a whisper, "I gotta find you,"
He pressed his lips against hers, cupping her chin, his hand brushing it's way through her long locks of hair, rubbing his nose against hers in a cute Eskimo kiss.