I am aware that people call me Mitchie, but this is not told by my point of view, it's told through the CAMP ROCK CHARACTER'S, so please don't confuse yourself. xD

All the characters belong to the Camp Rock writers & creators. This is just for fun. All O/Cs belong to me, though. If you've ever seen CR, you'll know which ones they are. Rated T for suggestive themes & language. (

I always ask myself, how did I score the perfect boyfriend? How did I do it? I mean, he could have as easily gone out with Tess Tylers or somebody that is not me. I mean, I was a nobody. Tess was the one and only T.J. Tylers's daughter. How did I do this again?

Of course, there are three rules to dating a celebrity boyfriend.

Number one: You never talk to the press.

Number two: No matter how much their fans hate you, don't say anything, don't listen to them. That's what Shane says.

Number three: You probably won't be able to pass three minutes sitting at Cold Stone without getting photographed, you have to be absolutely okay with it.

Those were the three things that Shane always told me to keep in mind, or else, I wouldn't be able to follow his life. I do have in mind Shane is about three years older than me (I'm sixteen). I'm okay with that. I mean, maybe all his friends have super sexy girlfriends who are pretty much sex machines. Well, most girls my age are, but my mom always told me that I should always respect myself.

My friend Sara, on the other hand, she's what you call a slut. She's always sending those sexy pictures to her boyfriend. Everytime she does, he comes by. I leave everytime. I can't stand her boyfriend. He's such a perv. All he thinks about is sex. All they have is sex. It's pretty stupid. Sometimes I did wonder if I was taking that away from Shane, but he seemed okay with it.

I sighed sitting on my bed trying to think up lyrics. I gave up and lied on my bed. I thought about Shane. My phone suddenly beeped. I got up to look at it, but it was just a message from Sara. She probably was going to try to talk to me about her problems with her boyfriend. I sighed and threw the phone inside a drawer and turned up the music.

I sang along to the words, Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I, see you crying?

I love that song. I don't listen to the original version because I prefer Aly Michalka's to the original. I smiled when I could barely hear my phone ringing. I wouldn't be lying when I told Sara that I didn't hear the phone. I couldn't have. My music was too loud.

It's not that I'm a bad friend, it's just that Sara never listens. She's always telling me that her boyfriend is mean to her, and I tell her that the best is to probably dump him. She doesn't listen because she "loves him". Well, I hate him. He's nothing but a guy-whore. That's what he is to me. Of course, maybe they're made for each other.

"I need you to need me," I heard a voice sing.

"Hmmm," I opened my eyes to see Shane. "Shane? What are you doing here?" I laughed when he pointed at my window. "As always."

He lied next to me and started singing a completely different song to tick me off. I hit him in the chest. He made a fake crying noise and asked, "Mitchie, I like your dress."

I laughed. "Good, 'cause it's staying on."

"Awww, come on!" he laughed.

I looked at him and gave him my trademarked smile. He sighed and kissed my lips.