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Your the voice I hear inside my head

The reason that I'm singing

I need to find you

I gotta find you

Last summer was very unexpected. Shane Gray had entered the camp a stubborn selfish jerk, and left a caring lovestruck teen. Mitchie Torres had come into his life like a whirlwind, and had left all to soon. He never wanted the camp to end. After all, he had only found her as the 'special girl' the last weekend of camp.

But all that didn't matter anymore. Summer was here again and he was moments away from Camp Rock, where he would see all his friends, enemies, fans, and of course her.

"Shane!" Nate shouted, both Jason and him staring blankly at Shane. "Are you sure you want to go?" Nate questioned him for the millionth time since they left the house.

"Yes! Stop asking me that. I'm not changing my mind, I want to go. Besides were almost there." Shane began to play with one of his guitar pics, disinterested in the topic that had fallen upon the three.

"We just want to make sure it's what you really want. Last year you were there for three hours, remember you showered in cold water and looked at a tree." Nate teased him while Jason flipped through the pages of Birdhouse Weekly.

"That was last year, this year is going to be different." confidence boiling over in his statement he looked up and placed a fake grin on his face.

"It sure is." Nate said under his breath. Shane didn't seem to be picking up the hints that Nate was desperately handing to him. He knew it, he was the one who had gotten the phone call to tell Shane as soon as possible. But yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. The look on Shane's face if he found out, would absolutely kill him.

"We're here!" Shane jumped out of his seat, this time he didn't even wait for the driver to open the door for him. He was to excited to be back, and even though a couple of seconds of waiting wouldn't hurt, he still didn't want to.

"Bye." Nate said, the door had already shut behind him. The driver grabbed his bags and began to take them to Uncle Brown's cabin.

The first thing he looked for was The 'Torres Catering' truck. When it wasn't anywhere to be seen, he decided to wait awhile, which wasn't exactly his best subject. After all people were just starting to arrive and here he was desperately searching for her. He headed to the mess hall and found the all to familiar piano, his footsteps were light but the old wood still creaked beneath him. Tracing his fingers along the piano sent a shock through him, memories of the first time he had heard that beautiful voice rang throughout his head.

Seating himself on the small wooden bench, which was quite uncomfortable, he played the familiar tune. His fingers glided along the white keys as he reminisced.

"This is Me."

Shane made an abrupt turn, only to see Uncle Brown standing in the doorway.

"Hey uh, I was just um-"

"Playing Mitchie's song?"

"Well I...yeah." Shane brought his hand to the back of his neck and found himself looking at the floor.

"You loved her didn't you?" He took a seat next to Shane and stared at him, waiting for an answer. They sat in silence as Shane played with the keys, not daring to press any.

"I know, it's hard to believe what happened to her. I mean she was a wonderful girl, she had something special about her-"

"What are you talking about?" a look of worry crept onto his face and he turned to face Brown. His eyes turned pale and were full of sudden depression. The thought of anything happening to her sent a chill through his spine. "Was a wonderful girl?"

Brown's eyes widened in alert. He had not been told that Shane didn't know. He would've thought they told him first, but that wasn't the point. He needed an excuse to get out of there, he was not going to be the one that told him. He refused to.

"Oh my. Would you look at that? It's time for our Open Mic Night. Tradition is tradition, we cannot be late." Brown smiled and quickly turned to leave.

Shane followed in confusion, what did he mean by was? But he didn't say she wouldn't be at camp, so he looked forward to seeing her and asking her what happened himself at the Open Mic night. Maybe she lost her voice or something?

Making his way through the camp the usual giggles and ''omg's!'' were heard from squealing girls. He had learned not to pay this much attention, it happened on a regular basis. Off in the distance he could see it, the Torres Catering truck was pulled up beside the Dining room. He couldn't help but brake out in a run, tripping one or two times he came to a fast stop right in front of it.

There she was, she looked even better than he remembered. All he wanted was to hear her voice again. "Mitchie!" He beamed, walking around the truck.

"Um, hey." there was an uncertainty in her voice, something was holding her back.

"How you been lately?" Shane reached out to help her with her bags but she tugged them backward.

"Do I know you?"

"Haha funny Mitchie, seriously let me help you." reaching again he made another effort to help but she hesitated and took a step back.

"Um maybe you know my mom? I'll go find her. It was nice meeting you." Mitchie gave him a small grin and with that she was off.

"What?" turning his head, he watched her trudge up the hill and to the cabins.

'It's hard to believe what happened to her. I mean she was a wonderful girl, she had something special about her.'

'Are you sure you want to go? We just need to make sure this is what you want.'

"Caitlyn." he was breathing heavily now, air escaped from his body through every part of him. He needed to know what was going on. Why hadn't he been told?

Slamming open the doors the room fell quiet, all eyes on him. "Caitlyn!" anger filled the tone in his voice, he didn't mean for it to comeout like that, but of course it did.

"Excuse me?" She squeezed out from behind a few people placing her hands on her hips.

"I need to talk to you, now." He demanded fighting back a few stray tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Uh how 'bout no. Try talking to me like a normal-"

"Please." His voice cracked at his last words and everyone automatically sensed the tension in it.

"Okay." Was all she could manage to choke out. Pushing through the crowd of people, who still had their eyes locked on Shane, Caitlyn led him outside.

"What's wrong?" They began walking down to the lake, Caitlyn could sense something wrong, she had an idea of what, but she quickly shook it out of her head. Of course he already knew, why wouldn't he?

Silence coiled around them like a mysterious blanket suffocating all the joy and laughter around them. No wind, nothing. Just the sound of her own heart racing through her chest.

"Why...why doesn't she remember me?" His voice seemed to have a weird tone to it, one with a deep depression that had been hidden away until this very day.

"I have no idea what your-"

"Caitlyn. I need to know."

"I really have no idea what-"

"I love her." Those words came out in a whisper, he couldn't bare to speak anymore. Those exact words froze her like a winter night, wrapping around her until the realization hit her that this was actually happening.

With a deep breath from both of them, Caitlyn stopped and turned to face him. "Shane...Mitchie...last summer, after camp, they went and visited their uncles ranch." She slowly began, pausing for a slight moment attempting ever so hard not to see the look in his eyes.

"And...?" he pushed placing a finger beneath her chin and pulling up softly. Refusing to look in his eyes she turned away.

"There was an accident. It wasn't supposed to happen, well obviously, but during a race her horse...he stood on his back legs and..." she didn't need to finish, he knew what happened next.

"She doesn't remember anything Shane. She can't. The doctors, her mom, her friends back home, and even I have already tried."

"Nothing...she doesn't remember anything...not even-" He didn't dare say those last words, he feared them and would never let them escape from his mouth.

"Not even you."

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