AN: Ok, this was requested by my sister ages ago. I wanted to get it done and really needed to get my head out of my other fic so here it is.

Summary: Nate is tired of his guitar students not paying attention, he wants to help someone, just one person, really learn to play guitar. Then one as he's cleaning up, a girl stumbles into his class room. Could this be what he's been looking for? Nate/OC.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nate or Camp Rock, as usual Disney owns all. At least anything you recognize.

Guitar Lessons

"Ok, you've got it. Now remember, you guys have to practice outside of class too. See you later," and with that Nate dismissed his class. It was his first year as an instructor at Camp Rock. Technically he was too young to be an instructor but because of his celebrity status he was allowed. That, and Brown was understaffed and had asked for Connect 3's help. Even though he had the privileges he didn't like to see himself as an instructor, more like a tutor, a peer. Many of the people in his classes were around his age. Which lead to its share of problems as well. Being a part of Connect 3 and the instructor of teenage girls was quite the challenge. It was not that they were disruptive, well not any more. The screaming died down after the first day when he talked to them about it. It was the getting through to them that was harder, most of the time they just stared at him. He knew they weren't listening to a word he actually said. Most of them already knew how to play guitar, they were taking the class because of him. All he had wanted to do this summer was teach some campers to play guitar.

He sighed as a group of girls waved at him through the window. He waved back and they giggled and walked away. "Is it too much to ask for a serious student?" He didn't really mean that. The few male students he had were pretty dedicated to their craft, but that's what it was for them, a craft. They were familiar with it and had already formed habits and traits. He wanted someone that didn't know what they were doing, someone that he could make a difference with. He set his guitar back in its case and began stacking chairs.

"I just want to make a difference, the fans say that we do so much, I want to see that happen. Am I crazy for wanting that?" Pausing he looked around the empty room. "I guess so, I am talking to myself." With that he picked up the remaining chair from the center of the room and moved it to the wall with the others. Just as he was turning around he heard a crash from the doorway.

"Oops," a girl, who looked to be about fourteen, had crashed into the doorframe with her guitar case she started giggling. She was talking on her cell with somebody. She hadn't seen him yet and he decided that he wanted to keep it that way. He slipped behind a stack of chairs and watched as the girl noticed his guitar case and glanced around the room. "I really hope that isn't Nate's guitar case. Could you imagine how embarrassing that would be? I trip into his class," she altered her voice to what she had established as a nerd tone. "Hi I'm Charissa, your biggest fan." And proceeded to laugh like the nerds on TV, complete with snort.

Nate held his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. She was funny, he liked it, she wasn't afraid of who she was. Her fake laughter quickly changed to a more genuine one. He smiled. What puzzled him is that she said she was a fan, yet he didn't recognize her. He thought every fan of his had signed up for one of his classes, or at least lurked past his lunch table at one point or another. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard her finishing up her conversation.

"Anyway, I'll call you back later Alisah, I have to practice. I told my mom that I was learning how to play guitar this summer, and if I come home with nothing she's going to ask a ton of questions and then give me a lecture about wasting money or something. Yeah, I'll call you back and play it for you. Bye."

With that she hung up the phone and took a seat on the floor, not bothering with a chair. She positioned her beginner's book against the wall. Nate noticed it was pretty worn, as though it had been well used, or beaten up in some other manner. She sighed, looking at the basics in her book.

"Gotta start somewhere right?" She mumbled to her self and blew her bangs out of her face, when that didn't work she moved them to the side with her hand and shifted to a more comfortable position. She slowly started strumming the guitar, checking her fingering every few seconds. The guitar was out of tune, due to it's collision with the doorframe, but there was nothing she could do about that now. She tried a few more times to play the simple song in front of her. Nate stayed hidden and watched, almost wincing with every wrong note. He could see her brow furrowed in concentration.

"AARRRGGGHH," she semi-screamed in frustration and got up to pack up her things. Nate decided this could be the thing he was looking for. He could help her learn to play. But in order to do that he would need to catch her before she left.

"Wait!" he said, coming out from his hiding spot. Charissa screamed, jumped and spun around all in one fluent motion. Unfortunately, she hadn't taken the bulk of the guitar into calculation and swiftly lost her balance. Fortunately Nate was already making his way over to her. He grabbed her arm just in time to steady her.

"Oh my God. You startled me," She said before fully registering what was going on, "you're Nate! Like Connect 3 Nate!" she exclaimed, wide eyed.

"Yeah, I am." He nodded, "and you're Charissa?"

She stared at him.

"Sorry, I was listening to your conversation." Nate apologized. Charissa nodded in understanding, still in shock.

"Wait… that means you heard," she motioned towards the door and then to where she was standing, guitar in hand, and put a hand over her face, "Jeez. Well now I have a new 'most embarrassing moment'."

"I thought you were funny." Nate said matter-of-factly. She looked up ad him and smiled. "want me to tune the guitar for you?" He asked, holding out his hand, offering to take the guitar. "It'll sound a lot better. I promise."

"Umm, sure. If you don't mind." She handed her guitar to him.

Nick shook his head 'no', and started to tune the instrument, using his as a comparison.

"Hey, are you saying that I sounded bad?" Charissa accused in mock offense.

"No," Nate knew most of the girls he knew got insulted pretty easily and he did not want to make that mistake with her. Upon seeing his semi-stressed expression she laughed.

"No offense, but I think you need to lighten up a little. I know you're the business end of the band but still. Trying laughing a little." She didn't know where she got the nerve to say it, but she was relieved when he shrugged.

"If I didn't have such great control, you would have been startled out of this room before you sat down. You would have thought the chairs were laughing at you." He said, grinning as he sat on the edge of the table. Charissa moved to grab a chair from one of the stacks.

"You can sit next to me… if you want to," Nate offered, scooting to one side.

She smiled and took the seat. She wasn't really sure what to say. Back home her walls were plastered with pictures of Connect 3, especially Nate. And here she was, watching him tune her guitar.

Nate sat staring intently at his work. There was no sound other than the nearly-tuned instrument. It was a comfortable silence, something Nate wasn't used to. Most of the time if there was someone else in the room the lack of conversation started to get to him, but it wasn't like that here.

"What were you doing in here anyway?" Charissa asked after a few moments. She had been using this room for two weeks and there was never anyone in here.

"I guess I took longer than usual stacking the chairs," he sighed and handed the guitar back to its rightful owner.

"Hmm," was all she said placing the guitar on her lap. Nate looked over at her.

"What?" Nate asked

"It just doesn't sound like you're having fun. You seem to love playing. Is it the teaching?"

"No… well sort of. It's kind of complicated." He didn't really want to go over his reasoning for teaching at the moment, so he decided to change the topic. "What about you, why haven't I seen you in class. I'm the only beginner's level teacher here this summer."

"I have this thing about making mistakes in front of people."

"Ahh, easily embarrassed?" Nate asked, even though he pretty much knew the answer.

"No," Nate just looked at her, "ok, yes." She was a little bit flustered, here she was explaining to her favorite celebrity why she wasn't the first one in the door at his class everyday.

"I totally get that. I'm a little bit like that too."

"Yeah, but you're an amazing musician," Charissa mumbled. Nate laughed softly.

"I wasn't always," he watched her as she stared at her converse covered feet, swinging slightly, just above the floor. "You know what, how about a private lesson?"

Charissa's head shot up. "Really?"

Nate nodded, "yeah, I think it'd be fun. Hey, you wouldn't have to worry about embarrassing yourself. It's only me."

She scoffed, then tried to cover it up as a cough. Only him! He was 1/3 of one of the top selling bands in the nation. How could she not be worried?

"Please?" Nate asked. Charissa made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. Of all the pouting faces and puppy dog looks she had seen, this had to have topped them all. She thought she might faint, it was that cute.

"Ok, fine. But you can't laugh at me. And no more puppy faces!" She smiled. This could be fun, if she didn't let her nerves get the best of her.

"Deal," Nate said. They shook hands on it and Charissa could have sworn that she was blushing. If she was, Nate didn't mention it. He just turned sideways on the table to face her and put his guitar in place. "Ok, mind if we start with the basic chords, I know it's not how the book teaches it, but you feel like you've really accomplished something when you're done."

She shrugged in a way that said, "Sure, I don't know what I'm doing" kind of way.

"Great."

So the lesson began, most of the time they spent facing each other, but when he could not get a specific point across he would get up and stand behind her, placing his fingers over hers to help with the fingering. He laughed once, about something she had mumbled. And again she felt her cheeks burn, had she not been sitting down, her knees may have given out. It wouldn't have had as much of an affect if he hadn't laughed so softly and directly into her ear. She made a mental note to both tell Alisah about the whole event and to make sure she kept her comments to herself until he was at least a foot away. The lesson continued through most of the afternoon and dinner was approaching. Both of them had lost track of time, they had gotten through the bare basics and were about to move on when Nate's phone rang. He looked at her to make sure she didn't mind him answering. She motioned for him to pick it up.

"Hi, what's up?...What?... Dude, can't you…Well, I'm kind of doing something right now… I know but…" Nate rolled his eyes, obviously unhappy with the direction the conversation was going, "Fine…yeah…soon. Bye." He hung up the phone and turned to Charissa, who was waiting patiently.

"Hey, listen… I hate to do this, but I have to go. I need to keep Jason from… well, I just have to go. Sorry." Nate looked at her apologetically as he packed up his guitar.

"Ok, yeah, that's fine," Charissa faked a smile and started puting away her guitar. She didn't want him to leave, but there was nothing she could do about it. They made their way to the door. Nate held it open it for her and let her through first. She had a great time, and hoped that he had too. If he did maybe she could get more lessons, or just hang out.

"So see you tomorrow, same time?" He asked leaning against the doorframe.

She nodded and smiled, a genuine one this time. She turned and walked down the path towards her cabin. Nate watched her from the doorway as she pulled out her phone. As she turned the corner he heard her squeal and begin a conversation.

"Oh my gosh Alisah! You'll NEVER guess what just happened…"

He chuckled to himself and sighed, "Until tomorrow." He smiled and headed off towards his cabin to help Shane avoid what ever catastrophe Jason had started this time.

--FIN--

I know it was a little cheesy, but I think it turned out alright, or at least served its purpose. Let me know what you think.