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Author's Note: This takes place after Final Jam, let's just say they have a few days of camp left. Please review!

"Wh-What're you doing?"

"Mm, I have no idea," Shane, as in Shane Gray of Connect Three, said smoothly with a coy grin. He had his arms enclosed at her waist, pulling her into a firm embrace, which she found oddly comforting. Mitchie paused in her tracks, unknowing how to reply; a flushed sensation swept over her cheeks with a puzzled expression.

"Shane…" The younger girl, three years junior to him, had a forewarning tone when she said his name yet, Shane did not mind; he was fond of her when she would say his name, it was like music to his ears.

They were a bit more than friends, but they did have a close connection. His hand brushed over her abdomen, his fingers fondling with her. "T-That tickles!" Mitchie squeaked lightly as she jolted upwards but she giggled, "Stop that!"

They were somewhat unknowingly flirting with each other in a friendly way, even if they were still in camp, beside the lake. None of the campers had passed by so far, since it seemed to be a secluded area, and that sunset was approaching. It was the final week of Camp Rock, until next summer, and the two took advantage of it.

Giggles and laughter followed for quite a while, and only their voices could be heard.

"Hm, I'm going to miss you, Mitch," Shane said wholeheartedly with a sense of humor.

To Mitchie, this hadn't been usual teasing he would give in with. Her reactions were not the usual, such as the times when she attempted to maintain her cool behavior, despite the blush caressing her cheeks. Mitchie's embarrassed laughs came to an end and died out. Barely, Shane could hear her light breaths coming and going.

Her gaze came to the ground, avoiding him. She bit her lip and clenched her fists as she started trembling.

"Mitch? What's the matter?"

Mitchie quivered and shook her head with her trembling lips, emitting minor muffles. Her tears refused to stop, even when she placed her forearm to block them. The atmosphere was awkward; ill at ease. She did not know why she cried, as they was no reason behind it, or so she thought so. She moaned lightly, "Shane…I don't want you to go."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Mitchie's voice was stuck in her throat, and they remained silent for a moment. "Mm."

"So Mitchie, how about that canoe ride you promised?"

She looked at him as she raised her head, and her lips curved up pleasantly. She hoped to make the best of the day.

They paddled with their oars at an amateur level, pondering if they could paddle their way father away from the dock, and end their encircling. "Haha, just like when we first went canoeing!" Mitchie grinned as she submerged her hand into the water, making back-and-forth motions to continuously splash Shane.

"Hey!" Shane exclaimed, wiping his forehead with his forearm. He did the same to her, the water splattering over her. As he scooted forward, closer to her, his hand slipped in a small puddle of water in the canoe, and he toppled over her clumsily. He had pinned her down roughly with his hands brushing over hers, towering over her with heavy breaths.

"Uhm…" Mitchie was quite speechless; she could hear her own heartbeat, it was racing and she wondered if Shane could perceive it. Her rosy cheeks were flushed with crimson instead of the usual embarrassed pink. "This is kind of awkward…"

"Sorry."

The canoe continued to shift unsettlingly, and suddenly, the side they were on tumbled over. "Ah, Shane!"

She came to the surface with her hair draped upon her face, spluttering and gagging.

"Actually, no, I'm not sorry."

Teasingly, she swam over to him, and attempted to draw him downwards. Mitchie swatted him gently against him arm and bit her lip, preventing herself from laughing.

"How mature," he commented mockingly as he stuck out his tongue.

When they climbed back on to the canoe, they both laid down, beside each other. Mitchie folded her hand at her stomach, gazing at the sky. Together, the sun set at its brightest, illuminating, and a palette of various shaded cast upon the camp while as the moon was apparent, the mystifying pallid captivated the patches of earth. Opaque clouds obscured the moon among the sky, dissolving into a gradient of the sunset.

Shane suddenly arose for no reason, just seating himself to face her.

"Mm? You look serious?"

"Mitchie, thanks. Just thanks for everything."

"Um, okay?"

"It's a good thing the mysterious singing girl turned out to be the girl I had already fallen for."

"What…um…"

Their gaze had linked together, and she refused to take her eyes off of him. He pulled her upwards so that they were both in a seated position.

"Can you close your eyes?" Shane inquired, as he leaned forward to meet in a hesitant, lingering kiss that gently brushed over her. She suddenly muffled lightly in surprise. When he pulled her closer, she broke off, heavily breathing.

Mitchie could not find herself to say anything but, "Uhm, wow." She was still in shock, that he would choose her, a kitchen helper. She wondered why, not a famous pop idol, or even Tess?

His own lyrics, "I gotta find you," rang in his head.

"I'm glad I found you."