Summary: One year had changed it all. She was no longer the same person, but neither was he. Then, after months of not speaking at all, they're once again thrust together to save something they both love. This summer, everything they've known about themselves would be tested and the ultimate question would be answered: Can love survive everything?

Seventeen-year-old Mikayla Torres stood in the kitchen of her mother's small house in New Jersey, sifting through the mail on the counter. When she saw the red and orange letterhead, she didn't even bother to open the envelope, she just threw it in the trash. This had been the sixth letter she received from Camp Rock, asking her to return this summer. She sighed, hoisting herself up on the counter. It was a horrible habit of hers but she couldn't bring herself to give a damn at the moment, she was too busy reminiscing her previous summer at the aforementioned establishment. Her thoughts flitted from Lola to Barron to Caitlyn and finally, they rested on Shane. She closed her eyes and remembered his smile, the smile that would always cause her to cheer up, his special smile, reserved only for her. Her mind then floated to another memory of him. It had been in mid-December, the day that Shane Gray officially broke her heart. She remembered his weak promises of them still being friends, and the broken smile he gave her right before he left. It had been the last time she had seen him in person. It seemed that fate was out to get her because, around the time that Shane broke up with her, her parents decided to get divorced. Of course, the news came as no shock to Mitchie, who had witnessed their ongoing fights for months. However, the shock finally settled in when she woke up one morning to her mother telling her that her father ran off to New York. Engulfed with fury, Mitchie started to put up barriers, blocking everyone out of her life except her mother. When Shane sent her a Christmas present, she simply sent it back, unopened, with one Post-It attached to it, clearly stating her desire for him to stop talking to her.

Her mind drifted back to the present and she heaved herself off of the counter and ran to her room. All this nostalgia made her tired, and, before she could even change into her pajamas, she knocked out on her bed.

Mitchie woke up to sunlight shining directly into her face. Annoyed, she put her hands over her eyes to try and block out the blinding light. However, this gave little improvement. Begrudgingly, she lifted herself off the bed. Squinting at the clock, she saw it read 12:34 pm. Oh, she thought, that explains the sunlight. Mitchie took a bath and threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top.

As she made her way into the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. Feeling in no mood to talk to anyone, Mitchie presented herself with two options:

1). Mitchie could just pretend that no one was home and leave it at that.

2). Or she could answer the door and make small talk with whoever it was and then politely shoo them.

Damn me and my good upbringing. Mitchie grumbled internally as she strolled towards the front door.

As soon as she opened the door, Mitchie's ears were met with a shrill scream and her body was knocked to the floor by her cousin's sudden hug.

"CARTER!" Mitchie yelled, "As much as I miss you, I kinda need to breathe."

Carter got off of her cousin and looked slightly embarrassed. "Sorry… It's just I'm so excited! This is gonna be the best summer ever!"

Those words gave Mitchie a strange sense of déjà vu but she just shrugged it off and turned towards her cousin, a quizzical expression on her face. "What's gonna be the best summer ever? Sitting home watching LMN movies and eating popcorn?"

Carter's eyes widened with realization. "Oh… I see Aunty C. didn't tell you…"

Mitchie now got suspicious. "Tell me what?"

"Um, nothing." Carter lied, giving a slightly strained smile.

"Carter Maria Mason, what are you hiding from me?" Mitchie demanded, closing in on her cousin.

"N-Nothing. I'm hiding nothing. It's not like we're supposed to be going somewhere tomorrow or anything!" Carter said, sounding fake even to her own ears.

"Where are we supposed to go Carter?" Mitchie asked, her voice calm.

"Nowhere. You know what? I think mom was right, I am going a little bit crazy." Carter stayed still for a moment before sighing. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. But, let's go and sit down first."

After making themselves comfortable, Mitchie turned to Carter, who had wisely chosen to sit as far away from her cousin as possible.

"Where are we going?" Mitchie demanded.

"Now now Mikayla, is this how you treat all of our guests? I really have to start to think twice when I leave you home alone." Connie Torres laughed, settling the two bags she had in her hands on the kitchen island.

"Oh, mom... I didn't hear you come in." Mitchie mumbled, ashamed that her mother had caught her berating Carter.

"Carter, hon, it's so good to see you again. How's your mother?" Connie asked, taking a seat in the living room.

"Ma's good. She's just happy to hear I'm gonna be gone most of the summer." Carter replied.

"Mom! That reminds me, where are we going?" Mitchie asked, turning towards her mother.

Connie gave Carter a sharp look and focused on Mitchie again. "Honey, I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Oh God! Just spit it out mom!" Mitchie burst.

"Okay, I think I deserved that... Mitchie I should've told you this from the beginning of summer but, we're going back to Camp Rock." Connie said, avoiding her daughter's eyes.

"WHAT? No, you're joking, right mom? This is just some sick and twisted joke you and Carter pulled." Mitchie glanced towards Carter, needing to reassure herself but her cousin only looked at her with pity in her eyes.

"We have to leave first thing tomorrow morning, so I think you should go upstairs and pack hon." Connie said, before going into the kitchen.

Carter watched Mitchie process this whole ordeal. She'd seen her cousin at both her highs and lows but Mitchie looked as if her dog just died. Shock faded into fear and finally into rage. Without a word to anyone, Mitchie stomped up the stairs and slammed her door closed. Carter sighed and picked up the television remote, settling herself in for an extremely long summer.

So dearies, what do you think?

xoxo k