hey guys!!! so this is my first fanfic. not the one i wanted to upload first, but i'll deal. don't be afraid to tell me what you think...i'll be fine! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. except the treehouse!

After Final Jam.
11 p.m.

Mitchie wasn't sure what Shane meant when he said "later on," but nevertheless went out and sat by the dock at 10 p.m. Ipod headphones in her ears, she was lost in her own little world, occasionally singing along to the song.

Meanwhile, Shane Grey was making his way along the path to the dock, flashlight in hand. Ever since he found "the girl with the voice", he hasn't been able to get her out of his mind. Knowing that the girl he had been falling for was also the girl with the amazing voice he had heard when first coming here pushed his senses into overdrive. Coming up to the dock, he spotted Mitchie sitting in one of the canoes. All of a sudden, his heart started to beat faster. It was something about being close to her that made his heart pound against his rib cage.

Seeing that she had her headphones on, he snuck up behind her, smiling on the outside, laughing on the inside. Kneeling in the canoe behind her, he placed a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream, and slid and arm around her waist.

Mitchie jumped slightly at the touch, a hand muffling her scream. Whirling around, she comes face to face with Shane, a smile gracing his features.

"Shane!" she scolded, as her heartrate slowly returned to normal. "Don't do that to me. Especially at night." She smacked him on the chest playfully.

"Come on, let's go on that canoe ride I promised you." he says, pulling her down across from her, handing her a life vest.

They start rowing away from shore, eventually making it to a small island. Shane beaches the canoe and holds out his hand. Mitchie takes it, stepping out of the canoe, tripping in the process. She fell into Shane, who landed on his back, her on top of him.

"Well hello there," he said, smiling. She smiles, thankful that the night is hiding the red that tints her cheeks. She gets up off of him, and pulls him up.

"Shane, where are you taking me?" she asks, as he tugs her deeper into the island, not letting go of her hand.

"Here."

Mitchie looks around, looks up, and is taken aback. There in front of her stands a huge oak tree with a tree house nestled in its branches.

"Shane." she breathed, not daring to move. "It's beautiful."

"Nate, Jason, and I discovered this island our first year here. This became our spot where we would write songs, or just chill out. It has a lot of meaning to me, and now I'm showing it to you." "Come on, let's go up."

They both start to climb, Mitchie in front, Shane behind her in case she fell. They crawl inside, and both stand up.

Mitchie turns to face him, her hands on his shoulders. "Am I really that special?" He looks her in the eyes.

"Mitchie, you mean the world to me. When I heard 'This is Me' start to play tonight, I prayed that when I turned around it would be you singing. Even though you lied to me, I understand the reason why. When I saw you in class the next day, tears in your eyes, I knew you were hurting just as much as I was."

"Shane, you have no idea what it means to hear that from you. You, of all people. The Shane Grey. But I don't see you as that. I see you as Shane Grey, just another teenager. When you sang to that day, and even when I first met you with flour on my face," Shane's eyes widen, "yes that was me, I was being myself. Everything I told you was true. You just happened to hear the lie that circulated throughout camp."

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he whispers in her ear, "Didn't I mention that you'll remember this spot as your first kiss?"

"Shane, I -" she is cut off by Shane pulling her close to him, his lips softly landing on hers. She moves her arms and laces them behind his neck, smiling into the kiss.

Mitchie pulls away after a minute or two, looking Shane in the eyes. She utters one word.

"Wow."

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