Welcome to the sequel of "Don't say goodbye". I have finally done something I haven't done in a very long, VERY long time. To write. And this is not an oneshot, shocker, I know! I'm gonna try to update fast, but since school doesn't end until the middle of June I'm gonna be super busy until then so please, please bear with me! In this story there is no Connect 3, I'm not sure if there will be any singing at all. We'll see. About the rating, I'm gonna go for T but it might change in the future.

I do not own Camp Rock or any of the characters and I don't make any money out of this what so ever (I wish I did cause I could sure use it, being a student doesn't pay nearly enough). And now I wanna welcome you to "Stormy nights". Enjoy!

"Mitchiiiiiiie!" 24 year old Mitchie Torres cringed at the sound of her best friend Caitlyn's shrill scream. Another reason she cringed was the fact that Caitlyn was digging her nails into Mitchie's left arm. She knew that Caitlyn was scared of flying but there was no reason to take it out on Mitchie.

"Caitlyn, relax! Everything's gonna be fine. Except maybe my arm if you don't let go soon." Caitlyn paid no attention to Mitchie's reassuring words but instead pinched her eyes shut and tensed up even more. If that was even possible. Mitchie guessed it was. She had learned a long time ago to expect the impossible from Caitlyn. That was one of the reasons she loved her. Caitlyn digging her "claws" into her bare arm was not.

"Don't you know that it is when you take off and when you land that you are at the greatest risk of being in an accident? Listen! Doesn't one of the engines sound a little funny? Like it's broken? And I smell something burning! The engines are on fire! Oh my god, we're gonna die!" Mitchie clamped a firm hand over Caitlyn's mouth as she smiled apologetically to the other passengers. They didn't seem to like Caitlyn's last outburst. She had been freaking out since they took off from Newark more than two hours ago. Mitchie had thought the worst was over when she calmed down almost 45 minutes into the flight. But now, when they were approaching The Bahamas and Nassau international airport Caitlyn was freaking out, again. Mitchie knew it was due to her need to control, well everything. That's why she didn't get angry even though it normally didn't take much to push her over the edge. She had, as her mother use to put it, her grandmother's temper. She would get angry, very angry but in her defence she was never angry for long. But as said earlier she was well aware of Caitlyn's fear of flying, ergo no anger. Maybe a slight annoyance. She looked over at Annabelle and Vanessa. They just shook their heads and laughed, not much help. Caitlyn had calmed down, somewhat anyway so Mitchie removed her hand and looked out the window just as the plane landed.

A smile found its way to her face as she couldn't help but think about the next week. It had been a birthday present to Mitchie from her parents, since she was turning 25 in exactly two days. She had been a little uneasy about accepting the present since her parents didn't have that much money. They weren't poor, far from it but just like many other families they had to work hard. But evidently her parents and her grandparents had been saving for this for some time. That made it easier for Mitchie to accept the gift and now, as she waited for the plane to come to a stop all she really wanted to do was jump up and down and scream like a five year old that just gotten their first puppy. But since she was 24 years old, almost 25, she didn't think it was very appropriate so she remained in her seat. She looked over again at Vanessa and Annabelle who obviously was anxious to get of the plane. Mitchie had met Annabelle when she was studying to become an interior decorator and Annabelle was in the same business class. They had been friends ever since and even shared apartment until about a year ago when they both finally had the money to find something of their own. Vanessa was Annabelle's cousin and she was… Mitchie didn't really know what she thought of Vanessa. Sure she was nice and fun to party with but there was something about her that Mitchie didn't trust. Maybe it was the fact that she had seen Vanessa steal another girl's boyfriend more than once. She even did it to Annabelle once. But Annabelle had, after yelling at Vanessa for about an hour decided to let it go. After all she didn't like the guy that much anyway. At least that was what she had told Mitchie. Mitchie didn't think that it mattered if she liked the guy very much or not. It was the fact that Vanessa knew that he was Annabelle's boyfriend and she did it anyway. And it hadn't been like Vanessa was madly in love with the guy, who's name Mitchie had trouble remembering. No, she was just in it for the chase, the fun, the excitement. Vanessa had told Mitchie that herself, one night at 3 am when she had a little too much to drink. Now, when Mitchie thought about it she was pretty sure that she didn't like Vanessa all that much but since she was Annabelle's cousin and Annabelle really wanted her to come along Mitchie didn't protest. And since Mitchie didn't have a boyfriend she didn't have to worry about Vanessa stealing him away. In fact Mitchie couldn't remember the last guy she dated. Was it Jim? No, no, he was next to last. The last guy she dated was Dylan, a lawyer who she had met when she decorated his parents new beach house. They had both agreed that they were better of as friends about eight months ago. They had lasted two months, which must be the longest relationship Mitchie ever had. If you didn't count Shane. Shane. Mitchie closed her eyes at the thought of him. It had now been six years since she ended it with him and walked out of his life. Six years and one day hadn't gone by without her wondering if she did the right choice, walking away. In her heart she knew she did, if she had stayed they would only have ended up hating each other. And if she didn't she would never have moved to New York and become an interior decorator. She would never have met Annabelle. But still, the thought of his eyes, his smile, his lips, his hands, the thought of him haunted her. She often wondered what he was doing and who he was with. There had been countless of times when she had wanted to pick up the phone and call him, to see how he was. But the thought of him telling her that he was happy with someone else had always stopped her. Mitchie let out a sigh. Maybe some things were better left as memories. Beautiful, painful, but beautiful memories. The way he would smile when she said something he thought was stupid, cute, but stupid. And the way his hands would travel from her shoulders, down her back to her waist and then slowly… Mitchie's tray of thought was abruptly cut off by Caitlyn who practically yanked Mitchie from her seat.

"Stop dreaming, birthday girl! We're the last one on the plane and I for one don't wanna spend anymore time in here than I have too." Mitchie couldn't help but laugh at Caitlyn's anxiousness to get of the plain. Caitlyn was and would always be Caitlyn.

"Ok, let's go. After all, we can't let paradise wait can we? Caitlyn almost skipped out of the plain and Mitchie followed her, still laughing.

"Please don't tell me there's a problem? I called to confirm our reservations, I was promised that everything would be absolutely perfect! It's her birthday the day after tomorrow! Her 25th birthday! You can't ruin her 25th birthday!" The poor girl at the front desk looked absolutely terrified, and Mitchie didn't blame her. Caitlyn's confidence that she had lost during the flight was back, with a vengeance. Her voice had gotten louder and more threatening by the second. Even though she was sure that the girl's job description included having to deal with difficult guests she was pretty sure that there was no paragraph in it that covered having to deal with a pissed Caitlyn. So she decided to help the poor girl out.

"Calm down Caitlyn. I'm sure that if you just let the poor woman speak she will tell us that there is no problem what so ever with our reservations. So just take a deep breath and let's hear what she has to say, ok sweetie?" As Caitlyn reluctantly took a breath, how she had been able to not pass out due to lack of oxygen was beyond Mitchie, the girl behind the front desk sent Mitchie a thankful smile.

"T-there's no problem with your reservations, no problem a-at all. However…"

"However? See, what did I tell you? There is a problem and it's going to ruin the whole vacation!" Mitchie could hear Vanessa let out a sigh of irritation while Annabelle let out a small chuckle. She had known Caitlyn long enough to know that Caitlyn's need of total control was a part of her and there was no point getting annoyed. It was better to just laugh at it and try to make sure she didn't get too crazy.

"Now Caitlyn, shouldn't we at least wait to hear what the eventual problem is before we decide if it will ruin the vacation or not?" The look on Caitlyn's face told Mitchie that she wasn't liking the idea very much but thankfully she shut up, but not without rolling her eyes. If it was at Mitchie or the girl at the front desk Mitchie couldn't tell.

"There's not really a problem. It's just that the pump in the pool at the villa next to yours is broken and it's going to take some time to fix it. So we are wondering if it would be possible for the guest in that villa to use your pool until it is fixed. Of course, if you don't feel comfortable with this there are plenty of pools that they can use but these are all public pools and since we promised them a private pool…" The girl who was growing increasingly nervous took a breath and Annabelle decided to cut in.

"Who are the guests? I mean, are they our age or a family with children?" The girl looked down at the screen in front of her before she answered.

"Actually they are about your age. The guy who checked them in was 26 and his two friends looked about his age. They were actually really good looking and…" She was cut of by Caitlyn.

"Ok, sold! No need to say more. Tell them that they can use our pool whenever they want! Now, let's go! I wanna check out our villa!" Caitlyn bounced in the direction of the golf cars that were going to take them to their villa. She was almost all the way out the door until she seemed to notice that Mitchie and the others weren't moving. With a hint of annoyance in her eyes she turned around.

"What?" Mitchie smiled, walked over to her friend and put an arm around her shoulders.

"Caitlyn, dear Caitlyn. We all know that it's not the villa you're in such a hurry to see." Mitchie's only answer to Caitlyn's attempt at an innocent look was a raised eyebrow. A smug smile appeared on her face as Caitlyn finally gave in and rolled her eyes.

"Ok, fine! You caught me! Now, let's go check out our neighbours!" Mitchie laughed as she followed her friend, Annabelle and Vanessa tailing behind. You just got to love Caitlyn. And truth be told, Mitchie was a little curious about their temporary neighbours herself.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Guys, I know that this was super long but I just couldn't find a good place to stop and finally I just forced myself to end the chapter. I hope you didn't mind the length of it too much! Let me know what you think!