"Shane," Nate called. "We're leaving!"

"Coming," I said stiffly. I took a last look at the picture. There was Mitchie, smiling her beautiful smile and her arms were around me. That was at the end of Camp Rock almost half a year ago. Now it's spring break. We're going back for a special Camp Rock Spring Session. I wasn't sure if she was going to be there. Half of me wanted her there, but the other half didn't.

Last summer, we hadn't gotten together. We kept friends but I wanted to be more. Three months later, she had a boyfriend. We became distant friends. I remember that day…

"Shane, guess what?" her sweet voice asked me with excitement.

"What is it?" I asked curiously. Was she getting her way to fame?

"You remember Jeremy?" she asked.

My expression went to a frown. Jeremy was this guys Mitchie wouldn't stop talking about. She had a crush on him. "Yeah, why?" Please not what I think, I thought to my self silently.

"He asked me out!"

"That's…great." I gave her my false support.

"Shane, you're okay with it, right?"

NO! I wanted to say. I wish you were with me! "Um yeah, it's just you've been talking about him all the time." I lied.

We got to Camp Rock. My fresh memories of the summer flooded back. Everything.

"I think your girlfriend's here," Nate teased.

I rolled my eyes and got out of the limo. "Hi, I'm Shane Gray, total rock star, what's your name?"

She giggled. "I'm sorry but I remember my best friend being a pop star."

I laughed as she flung her arms out and I hugged her.

"Shane! I'm doing my first recording soon!" she blurted as we pulled away.

"That's amazing, Mitchie!"

"I know! I can finally come and get to know the world of my pop star best friend."

I smiled.

"Hello, Shane!" Uncle Brown's unmistakable accent caught me.

"Hi Uncle Brown," I said smiling.

"I see you two are reunited."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. This is where I need to be now.

"Yeah we are," Mitchie said. "Did you hear about my record?"

He nodded eagerly. "I can't wait to hear it, Love."

"Maybe you can hear it tonight at open jam!"

He laughed. "Maybe, so the camp needs something to get them started tonight. I was hoping you two could sing your duet?"

"We haven't sung it in a while, though, Uncle Brown." I told him.

"Doesn't matter, you two are talented singers. I'll see you tonight then at five o' clock." Without another word, he turned and left.

"That's um…great?" Mitchie said.

"Don't worry, I'll be by your side singing the whole time." I could tell she still had her fear of singing in front of crowds.

I greeted more campers: ones who I had met before and the ones who wanted to experience Camp Rock. As the day went, Mitchie's phone had beeped – more than five times…not that I was counting – and when I asked her who it was, she told me it was Jeremy. Was she really still with that guy?

As our day progressed, I had hung out with Nate and Jason and Mitchie was with Caitilin so we hadn't talked for a while. Soon, it was almost five.

Not necessarily to my surprise, I walked up to a nervous Mitchie. "I don't think I can do this," she confessed worriedly.

"Don't worry," I told her. I took my hands with hers. "You'll do great. Pretend they're not there. Pretend it's just one of your concerts you'll be doing soon."

She smiled. Then her eyes went to our hands and back up to mine. We held our gaze for a moment before a crew member handed us our microphones. Mitchie had flushed when someone had seen us. I'll admit I didn't want that moment over, but we let it be.

The music started and Mitchie was a little shy though the beginning. As I came out on stage, her confidence grew and as we ended, I took her hand like I did long ago.

"This is me." Our voices sang in harmony.

The crowd cheered and she gave me a smile.

"Meet me at the lake as soon as you can." I whispered in her ear.

The night went on and we both had a chance to sneak out and meet at the lake.

"Hey," she said. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you as one of my best friends, Shane."

Her words struck me like a symphony. "No problem," I told her. It was a problem. I was her best friend. Not her boyfriend.

We sat as our legs soaked in the water off the dock. We were in silence for a few moments. Not an awkward one, just one to think about something.

"Shane?" her voice wasn't as audible. She was looking down and had suddenly become shy.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever thought about," she paused for a brief second as if hesitating on the question. "…us being together?"

"All the time," I told her assuming she meant it like best friends.

"Not like best friends," she explained. "but like together as in dating." She emphasized the two words.

I took a tense breath. I wasn't about to lie to her. "Yes, I have, Mitch. Have you?" I wasn't sure if I was ready to hear her if she said no.

"I have," she said and my heart swelled. "I think about it a lot, actually."

Somehow, we had gotten closer and our hands were almost touching. I turned my head to face her. Mitchie's head was still down. I lifted her chin up and made her face me with my index finger. Her innocent eyes looked at me, lingering. Before I could hesitate, I leaned in and our lips met. I let my eyes close. We held it there for maybe more than a moment and I pulled away.

"You don't know how long I've wanted that," she sheepishly admitted.

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked pretending I actually cared about him.

"We broke up a month ago, I didn't tell you cause Jeremy and I are still friends."

"Oh, well then I don't need to feel guilty about this." I said as I leaned in and kissed her once again.