One Year Later

Mitchie's Point of View

I sat in an armchair, listening to the rain pattering against the roof, watching it roll down the windows, and letting tears flow freely down my face. A year has officially passed since the day Nate and Jason knocked on the door, bringing me the news that caused my whole life to collapse. I thought that time heals all wounds but time just makes mine worse. I remembered back to the day when they came, how my knees had given out and how the pained cry had pierced the air. I remembered how my vision had been blurred from tears as Shane's promise echoed through my head.

A knock on the door came, echoing the one in my memory. I slowly got up and opened the door slowly, a glimmer of hope in my mind. The glimmer died the second I saw Nate and Jason standing there. I fought back the memory that threatened to make me breakdown.

"Hey, Mitch, how are you?" Nate asked with a sad look on his face.

"Fine," I muttered, motioning for them to come in. They sat down on a couch opposite my armchair.

"Seriously, Mitchie," Jason insisted.

"I miss him," I said, "I keep thinking he's going to walk through that door."

"He's not," Nate said, "I hate to be pessimistic but he's not going to come back. It's been a year." Jason nodded, agreeing.

"There's no proof he's dead, no body," I said stubbornly.

"There's no proof he's alive and why would someone kidnap him for a year without killing him?" Nate argued. I fought against the sobs that tried to break free.

"Mitchie, are you okay?" Jason asked quietly when I reached up to rub tears away.

"Mitch, I didn't… I mean…," Nate said, trying to find the right words.

"No, you're right," I sobbed, "I just can't stand this." Nate half stood to comfort me but changed his mind and sat back down. I looked up and saw tears on both of they're faces through my own tears. I curled up into a small ball and let the tears flow until they ran out.

"We're, um, going to get something to eat from the kitchen," Nate said and they stood up. I knew that they were just embarrassed to have me see them breakdown. I nodded and they left.

"Why did it have to be him?" I whispered to myself.

There was a weak knock on the door. I slowly got up to answer it, wiping the tears off of my face. When I opened the door my muscles froze. His hair, a tangled mess, was dripping from rain. His clothes, which were torn and faded in places, were baggy on his dangerously thin body and he had bruises all over his body. Despite all of this, he smiled as he looked at me. We looked each other in the eye for an instant. I couldn't believe he was really here, after all this time. I saw that pain of all that had happened to him in his eyes as he smiled. With a small cry, I threw myself into his arms. Nate and Jason must have heard me because they came running into the room. Their jaws dropped in disbelief.

"Shane?!"

You know you love me, I updated and let Shane live :D so anyway, yes the sequel is up, but don't expect an update to soon, still somethings i need to work out for the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, or even the title cause ilovedisney won the contest.