A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short, this is just the beginning! (lol) I have lots of ideas for this story so it ought to be pretty good (eek i hope you all think that too! lol) Also, I know I said I might be making a sequel for my other Camp Rock story, Burnin' Up, but I have yet to come up with a really good idea and this is just itching to be written (LOL) so this is what ya'll get for now :P. Enjoy! R&R plz!

Disclaimer: I didn't own Camp Rock last time, and nothing has changed since. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here on FF, I would be making millions of dollars off of a sequel! LOL!


"Mitchie! Get up!" Mitchie's mother, Connie, yelled.

Mitchie Torres, however, didn't need reminding. She was already up and was packing. Today was the day she was finally going back to Camp Rock. She was so excited she could hardly sleep the night before, and she'd gotten up at four and began to get ready. Now she was almost done, considering it was eight.

Skipping down the stairs, she placed her bags by the door and then went into the kitchen for breakfast. Her mother gave her a big smile at her excited expression and placed a plate full of her famous cheese omelets in front of her.

"I'm all packed." Mitchie said happily.

"Well, I guess we can never get there too early. Once you're eaten and are dressed, we'll go." Mitchie stuffed the omelets into her mouth as fast as she possibly could, and then ran back upstairs, wondering what to wear.

No, no, yuck no…She decided, pushing her clothes aside. Finally she decided on a multi-colored top with black swirls and faded jeans.

"I'm ready!" She yelled as she ran back downstairs, skidding to a stop as she rounded the corner.

"If you could load the bags into the truck, then I could go and get changed, and then we can go."

"Sure Mom." Mitchie replied eagerly, grabbing a couple of the bags and carrying them out to her mom's catering van. In a few minutes, she'd packed them all away and was sitting in the front seat, waiting. In three hours, she'd be at Camp Rock again. She could hardly wait.


"Can't this bus go any faster?" Shane Gray asked in irritation, tapping his fingers up against the table in Connect Three's tour bus.

"Dude, calm down! We're all ready going to be there an hour early!" Nate replied, getting annoyed. He understood Shane was excited – he was too – but he wasn't jumping up and down and yelling his head off. Shane, on the other hand… Nate rolled his eyes at the thought. He hadn't stopped complaining about the bus ride and telling them all about Mitchie since… well, the bus ride conversation had been going on for three hours, but he'd talked about Mitchie ever since he'd left Camp Rock last year. Nate couldn't wait to arrive so that he wouldn't have to hear Shane –and Jason- ramble on and on, one about Camp Rock and his girlfriend, and the other about birds and birdhouses.

"Come on!" Shane growled in frustration.

"Dude!" Both Nate and Jason said in unison.

"Think about it, this year you can finally make my birdhouse!" Jason said, his brain wandering off in some different direction. Nate and Shane sighed.

"You could make your own birdhouse." Nate suggested, but Jason simply shook his head.

"Naw. If I made it, then it wouldn't be a surprise… but I could always act surprised! I could even wrap it up and give it to myself as a present!" Jason beamed, looking delighted. Shane and Nate exchanged glances.

"Why don't you do that?" Nate said finally. Jason nodded enthusiastically.

"Only another hour till we reach Camp Rock. I think it's cool we get to come along with you this time! Last year, you got all the fun to yourself."

"I didn't see it that way then. But it really helped me and I can't wait to be back there again." Shane said.

"And I'll finally get my birdhouse!" Jason said again, unable to get anything bird-related out of his mind for a second. Nate and Shane sighed, waiting impatiently to get to Camp Rock – Shane so he could see Mitchie again, and Nate so he could get away from Shane and Jason's constant blabbering.