DISCLAIMER - I do not camp rock or any of the characters mentioned here. I do not own any of the sings mentioned in the story
'Mitch, you have the most beautiful eyes,' he smiled, giving her a quick kiss, 'My Brown Eyed girl' he said, drawing her in for a longer one.
'Shane,' Mitchie said, drawing slowly away from the kiss, 'Shane, I…I really like you' she stumbled
'I know Mitchie' he said, pulling her in for another, but she held back.
'No, I really like you Shane…and that's why…' Tears began to fall from her eyes, 'That's why I think that we need to break up'
'What?!' Panic grew as Shane feared losing the girl that took him so long to find, 'No! No? Why?! What? Wh..wha?!' he managed to mumble before bursting into tears.
Mitchie was shocked. She'd never seen Shane cry before. I mean, he was tough! The Bad Guy! Hard-Core Rockstar! And now here he was, lying in a puddle of tears in front of her.
'I know Shane, it's just…' Now she was crying too, 'It's just I'm going to miss you so much! And you're going on a tour of Europe! You're going to meet someone, and forget about me…' she paused to look up at his puppy-dog eyes, pleading her to say that it wasn't all over.
'I'll never forget you Mitchie, I couldn't! You're so…so incredible!' he was desperate now.
'I'm going to be at school…we're never going to see each other…' she was even doubting herself now.
'No Mitchie…don't…' he finally saw how sincere she was.
'Shane, it's just with the press and all…' She hesitated…
'NO Mitchie!' He argued 'I get it' he said, tears still streaming as he ran off.
'Shane!' Mitchie called. She was going to miss him…
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'Shane!' Nate shouted. It had been two hours in the limo and Shane was still ignoring him. 'Shane!'
'What Nate?! What do you want' he was sick of hearing his name now.
'Look, if you miss her so much, why don't you just call her?' Nate urged.
'I DON'T MISS HER!' Shane screamed back, 'I…just…well, I don't miss her!' he started blushing.
'Look, it's kind of obvious! Think about it dude, if you're this bad after a few hours, how are you gonna be after weeks on tour?! You need to do something! You can't just stay like this!'
'Birdhouse…woodpecker…' Jason mumbled in his sleep…
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'Mitchie!?' Connie Torres called. She was beginning to worry about her daughter. They had gotten home from Camp Rock two hours ago. The ride had been eerily silent, and ever since, Mitchie had been up in her room, and there had been wailing noises every few minutes. 'Mitchie?' she began to walk up the stairs and open the door to Mitchie's room.
'Mitchie, sweetheart,' she put on her 'concerned mother' look, 'I know you're sad, but it's just a boy! You have to get on with your life!'
He's not just a boy!' she screamed, punching her pillow, 'Mom, I miss him so much!! I can't stop thinking about him! His smile, his voice, everything about him!' she turned back to her pillow.
'Sounds like my little girls in love…'