Okay, even though it would have been absolutely amazing if Shane had kissed me on stage, it wouldn't have been the right place. I mean, my mom, sweet as she is, wouldn't have liked it, my dad would have freaked and Brown might have had a problem with his nephew kissing a camper. Not to mention all those reporters. I definitely don't want my first kiss on the cover of Teen Scene or Cosmo Girl.

Yes, I know. I'm seventeen and I've never been kissed. But I've never felt that way about anyone. I've never had a boyfriend either. But I guess I really didn't care. Music was my life, and it always will be. But there's always room for one more, right?

I knew it might be hoping for too many amazing things to happen in one day, but I wished Shane would meet me at the dock like he had said. Sure enough, when I reached it, I saw Shane sitting on the ground. Surprise, surprise, no guitar with him.

I think I might have scared him when I sat down suddenly. We didn't say anything for a while, just watched the sun set. Then I felt him touch my hand. I tried not to squeal happily and turned to look at him. He smiled at me and grabbed my hand properly.

"Looks like my search really is over."

"For your amazing singer?"

"That," he moved closer slightly. "And something else."

Was he actually about to kiss me? I tried not to squeal again and saw the look in his eyes. He leaned in and I got lost in the best kiss of my life.

I think we stayed lip-locked for at least five minutes. The only reason we pulled away was for air. If I had my way, we'd have stayed like that forever.

"Wow," was all I could say. Smart, I know, but Shane just laughed softly.

"So, where does this put us?" I asked suddenly. I mean, I still had my senior year to look forward to, and let's face it; Shane Gray has girls throwing themselves at him.

"I like you," he said simply. "A lot. But I'm not going to pretend it'll be easy. Choice is yours."

"Oh. Well, I like you too. But…"

"I know," interrupted Shane. "You mean your family?"

I smiled slightly. "No, my mom knows you. She'll be fine. I'm talking about everyone else. The campers. Your fans. Brown."

"I don't care what the campers or my fans think. And Uncle Brown already loves you," he chuckled. "I think that's pretty obvious."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

We sat there in silence, just holding hands and enjoying the silence. Until, that is, we were rudely interrupted by a group of campers coming towards us with torches.

"Oh my god, there you are!" I heard Caitlyn say.

"Shane, the press!"

"Shane, your cell-phone!"

I laughed aloud at Jason's exclamation. Nate's was more original, and Caitlyn was turning out to be a real worry-wart.

"Ugh, guys, we're coming," shouted back Shane. He grabbed my hand and gave me a quick kiss. "Do I announce it now, or later?"

"Not to the press, please," I begged. I didn't want anything to go wrong.

Shane looked confused, but nodded anyway. "Okay, whatever you say."

I smiled happily and hugged him suddenly. I sighed happily as his arms went around my waist. I heard someone cough in amusement and looked towards the group of people. It also included Peggy and Ella.

"Hey guys!" I broke out of Shane's embrace and tackled Peggy. I heard Shane chuckle behind me.

"Congratulations! You won!"

"Yeah," Peggy sounded dazed. "It feels great," she pulled herself together and looked at me guiltily. "You should have won, Mitchie. If Tess hadn't-"

"No," I interrupted. "You deserved to win, Peggy. You've been living in Tess's shadow for so long. Besides," I looked back and smiled at Shane, who seemed too engrossed in his argument with someone on the phone to notice. "I feel like a winner anyway." So, that was a bit clichéd. But I'm a girl in love. What else do you expect?

Peggy smiled at me and Ella bounced happily. "I still can't believe you'll record with Connect 3!"

"Alright fine!" Shane's annoyed voice made all three of us turn around. He tossed the phone to Nate, who fumbled with it for a few seconds before saying something into it and wincing.

"What was that?" I asked innocently as Shane stalked past.

"The Press is coming," he answered a little shortly. "Jason!"

"Yeah?" asked Jason, bouncing over.

"Tell Nate to get off the phone so we can get these interviews done with!"

I looked back and saw Nate, cell phone glued to his ear. Jason tapped his shoulder and jerked his thumb in Shane's direction. Nate glared slightly before saying something else and hanging up.

"Alright, so now what?" he asked. "Shane, are you going to…?" he looked at me and I knew he was asking about me.

"Not yet," said Shane. "Let's go anyway. Uncle Brown's calling."

They went off towards the cabins. The reporters were going to interview them for a long time. This could take a while. But all that worried me was one thing; how was my dad going to understand that I was dating a rock star about whom I'd been crying barely a day ago?

i know, not the best thing i can do, but ive been working on this story for a long time! its my first camp rock fic, so please be nice! my openings are always weak. hope you'll forgive me for it. i promise if u stick with me it'll get better!

so, please please review!