INTRO: well this is about the canoe ride and more at the end of Camp Rock between Mitchie and Shane... I don't know where this will head only that it won't be horrendously long but it's been stuck in my head and i wanted to let you guys have a chance to read it :)

hope you guys like it... reviews are loved and welcome :) *hint hint*

"You do realise we have to re-do every conversation we've had this summer," Shane Gray spoke up as he pushed the canoe into the water; Mitchie had her hand on the other end guiding it into the lake. She glanced back with a hesitant smile;

"I almost think half of what I said was more me then any other answer I could give," she replied easily; Shane's smile faltered then grew as he got her meaning. Her grin blossomed in response and they continued to push the canoe out.

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The long awaited canoe ride was at first silent while they rowed out from shore, trying to get far enough out to ensure no one heard them. The night crept in around them and the faint glow of the sun over the hills set long shadows across the still water.

"So when does the interrogation start?" Mitchie asked after the silence began to weigh her down, pulling her paddle in she set on the bottom of the boat her eyes holding Shane's as she asked.

Shane's laugh was as natural as it had been their first canoe ride earlier that summer.

"I'm giving you time to stew first, it makes your answers more truthful. Honesty comes out under pressure." Shane said with another laugh, Mitchie dropped her hand into the water and splashed him.

"Jerk," she teased, he laughed again and this time she joined him.

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Sometime later he ran out of questions and the silence fell on them again, the sun was gone and the only light came from the moon and stars; the camp lights seemed fairly distant on the shore. They held each other's gaze as they sat there both grinning like idiots; after a while longer Mitchie kicked Shane's knee.

"You keep staring and you'll burn a hole through my head," Mitchie teased, Shane laughed easily in response.

"It's just weird… this entire summer, every time we met I talked about finding my music again, I talked about that song I heard and not once, did I think…" he trailed off dropping his gaze, Mitchie waited her fingers locked in front of her, "I hoped it might have been… but… I never thought to ask you…" he finished looking up.

"Mitchie, you are the voice in my head, the song that's brought me out from my own hell. And to be honest, I'm glad it was you," he added after a pause, Mitchie smiled in response and blushed, she'd never thought once either to ask who the girl was, so adamant it wasn't her but someone else and in truth she had been a little jealous… and maybe a little hopeful too.

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After that they'd lapsed into a comfortable rhythm of nonsense conversation, discussing further about the past and about camp activities, then falling into silence as they watched lights moving along beside the shore as campers began to filter out as parents took them home after Final Jam. Most were staying till morning to catch the bus or have parents collect them then, there was a sense of finality as they picked up their paddles and began to move back to shore.

Pulling the canoe up onto the shore they kept silent both lost in their own thoughts. Once they'd pulled it in out of the tide they both stood up to head back toward the main camp area. Mitchie caught her foot on a lone of rope and gave a startled cry as the tumbled; before hitting the ground Shane's arms were wrapped around her slender shoulders.

"Clumsy," he teased gently, keeping a hand under her elbow as she bent down to pull at the line to free herself, grateful for the chance to try and loose her blush. When he didn't let go as she straightened and gave a mumbled thank you she had to look up and meet his gaze.

"Whatcha thinking?" Mitchie murmured for once not blushing at his closeness. His hand dropped from her elbow and ran gently down her side, letting it slid around her waist; her hands lay lifeless against his chest as she held his intense gaze. His other hand came up and brushed her hair off her face.

"I'm just thinking how obvious it was that you were the girl with the voice. This entire summer you've been bringing me back to earth, giving my music meaning again; I guess I was just stupid to miss that it was you," he replied with a smile so dazzling that it cut off the teasing response Mitchie was about to give. She gave a shaky smile her heart pounding in her chest, his head began to move toward hers and she felt her lips already tingling…

"MITCHIE! SHANE!"

The voices broke through their moment and they stumbled apart with throat-clearing coughs.

"I suppose we should go back…" Mitchie said, trying to calm herself and trying to stay upright, Shane nodded, rubbing the back of his neck in an embarrassed and nervous manner. Looking back at her though he grinned and offered her his hand, grinning she placed hers in it and they headed off in the direction of the calls, knowing all too well the looks they'd get from Connie, Mitchie's father, Brown, their friends and the rest of Connect Three.

A/N: little bit of a suspense there… don't worry there's more; reviews are much loved and always welcome!