A/N: Hey, this is my second fanfic so far. Mitchie and Shane are growing up (9 and 13 year old) in this chapter. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I so don't own anything Camp Rock. Zippo. Nada. No. Okay? Okay. I also don't own anything that isn't, well, mine. Alright!

3rd POV: 9 years old

"Shaney! Wait up, Shane!" A sprinting little Mitchie yelled.

"Oh, come on! You can run faster than that, Mitch!" Shane Gray accused as he stopped running. Mitchie didn't see him stop, and ran past him. She ran back when she realized he was not in front of her. She collided into her best friend, and with an "ooof!" they both fell to the ground.

"Tag! You're it, Shaney," Mitchie whispered staring into his eyes. They felt tingles race up their arms, legs, and back. They started laughing nervously. They never mentioned it, but both of them always felt the shivers run whenever they touched in any way. Of course, both brushed it off. After all, they were only nine.

"I should probably be getting off of y-you now..." Mitchie whispered shyly. She blushed, and got off of him.

"Is dinner ready?" Shane changed the subject with his 'superb' nine year old skills, but he still looked away in embarrassment.

"I think so. Aren't you glad my mommy is a professional caterer?"

"Duh, Mitch! I eat so many times at your house, that your mommy better have good cooking powers!" Shane declared making Mitchie giggle.

"You're funny, Shaney,"

"I know! My daddy told me so, too!" He tugged on her piggy tails.

"Hey! Stop it!" Mitchie squealed.

"Come on; let's go eat, Mitchie,"

"Okay. Mommy is making…," Mitchie waited three seconds.

"FRIED CHICKEN!" They shouted at the same time, and then started laughing.

They entered the house where Connie was setting the table. She looked up, and quickly smiled.

"Hey guys…" Connie got cut off when her little daughter protested kiddingly,

"I'm a girl, mommy!" It was an inside joke from when she was five. She thought being called a guy was offensive, and she had pouted for an hour straight. Shane knew about it too, because he was there, he always is, and always will. They all smiled and dug in to their delicious meal. It was pure bliss.

Mitchie's POV: 13 years old (4 years later)

"Shane! Shane! It's my birthday!" I exclaimed as I ran out the school doors. Of course he already knew that, because I reminded him throughout the day. Besides, he knows everything about me. I dashed into my best friend's arms, and hugged him tightly.

"I know, Mitch! You are finally a teen, just like me!" Shane whispered into my ear.

"You are such a silly boy, Shane Gray," I declared as he swung me around. Strong, too.

"You know you love me," More than you know. Yeah, that's right. I have a crush on my best friend. Like they always do in the movies and the sappy books.

"Yep, I know." I muttered as we walked home.

"So, I am invited to the party, right?" Shane kidded as he tapped my shoulder.

"Duh! If I had one, Shane," I smiled.

Shane Gray. He was my only friend, besides Sierra, my lab partner. He's my next door neighbor, too. Every year at my birthday, we do the same craze. We do the cake and presents thing with our parents. Our parents grew up together and are best friends, themselves. In fact, they dream of the day that Shane and I "get married and live happily ever after". Their words, not mine.

"Hello, Michelle? Michelle Demetria Torres?" Shane waved his hands non-stop in front of my face. I grabbed his hands, making them stop, and smiled.

"Hello, Shane? Shane Joseito Gray?" I mocked loudly. He frowned.

"Shut up! No one knows my middle name, Mitch!" Shane mumbled.

"Except me!" I taunted. He looked away, but I could see his smile.

"Yes, it will ruin your reputation," I said dully. It's not like I would tell anyone, especially since he knows all my secrets. Well, except my crush on him is a secret that I will keep to myself- for now.

"Glad you understand, bestest buddy," I giggled at his nickname for me.

"Come on, rock star. Let's go home," I used my nickname for him. (A/N, she will call him pop star, soon enough, though. Mwahaha!)

"Yeah, I think Connie made…" Shane started.

"FRIED CHICKEN!" We shouted our favorite food's name. We jogged to my house, and dropped our book bags by the door.

"Mom?" I called into the house. I got no answer back. I shouted again, but to no avail.

"I think she left me a note in the kitchen again," I shrugged as I grabbed Shane's hand, and tugged him to the kitchen. I saw a bright yellow note sticking to the island counter top. I ran a hand through my hair as I read it.

"Gone shopping. Snacks are in the pantry. Love, Mom."

"Come on, let's watch a movie," I suggested. "Grab the popcorn and drinks for me, please?"

"Sure. What else do I live for?" Shane grumbled.

"Now that you asked: cleaning my room, washing my dishes, doing my laundry, and being my best friend." I laughed. Shane growled.

"You know you love me, Shane,"

"Yes, I do, birthday girl," Shane smirked at my blush. I turned away quickly.

I skipped to the den, and sat down in front of the TV. I made sure the movie was in the DVD player, and pressed play. Shane would be back before the previews ended. The movie was called "Princess Protection Program," my absolute favorite. Shane didn't like it as much as I do, but my bambi eyes work wonders.

"Shane, it's starting!" I called.

"I'm coming. You want to actually help me for once, Mitch?" He called back.

"No…" I answered.

"Fine, be like that!"

"I will." I answered, jokingly.

"Your Coke and popcorn, my lady," He bowed. I giggled, and pulled him to the couch. We sat down, and the movie officially began. I laughed a lot, especially when Rosie got worms on her, and said,

"I think I need to bathe…" Shane even smiled a bit.

A few minutes after the movie, we heard the garage door close, and Mom walked in with groceries in her hand.

"Come, Mija. I made your special fried chicken, and your cake!" Mom smiled, and pulled me to the kitchen where I saw my dad sneaking some snacks to his shed. He runs a hardware store.

"Hey Dad. Thank you, Mom, this is great!" I looked back into the den, "Coming, rock star?" He looked back at me, and grinned.

"You bet, Mitch." I smiled back at him, and a small blush spread across my face. I was very glad it was dark in the hallway; otherwise his ego will get a huge party. I darted back into the kitchen, and had a great meal with the Gray's, and my own family. I was very glad for my life. Little did I know I would be getting a huge surprise, come this summer.

A/N: EDIT:

Hey guys, I am editing this story now. I hope you like it. Not much has changed, but I learned that my writing style is getting better as I grow older. Please re-read. Thank you for sticking by the story.