Ok. I have found something out. I am obsessed with writing stories about Camp Rock! Not with Camp Rock in general, just obsessed with writing about it. I can't stop coming up with ideas!!

Anyway. I do NOT own Camp Rock or any of the characters from the movie, I hope you like this new story, and…..yeah. Ok! ROLL FILM!

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MITCHIE'S POV:

Shane bent his head down and kissed my neck. His breath was hot and tickled my skin. I giggled and shrugged away.

"Shane, stop it!" I whispered, still smiling as I put a finger to my lips. He nodded as he slumped back into his seat, and I turned my head back towards the speaker. A few seconds later, however, I saw him move out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see him sitting straight up in his seat, mimicking the speakers drawn mouth and sour expression. Someone behind us snickered. I shook my head at Shane, though I couldn't help but feel the same way.

It was the last lecture I had to attend before college ended for Christmas break and my parents had insisted that I come. However, it was one of Shane's only free nights and we had wanted to go out. So, we solved the problem by having Shane come to the class and then we could go out afterward. But making a pop star sit through a two hour lecture by one of the most boring teachers is almost like trying to make a cat sit completely still while you give it a bath.

I looked up at the clock. Only five more minutes. Four. Three. Two. One.

"Have a nice Christmas, class," I heard the teacher say and then the entire room was suddenly in motion as everyone tried to push past each other and dash for the doors at the exact same time. I stood up, but wisely held back from trying to sprint for the exit while the room was still crazy.

Shane stood up a split-second after I did; stretching out his arms and giving a fake yawn. I hit him playfully on the arm.

"Come on," I said, rolling my eyes. "It wasn't all that bad."

"Well, I could argue with you on that," he answered, giving me a mischievous grin. "But I won't. You're right. It's just that I'm…..not exactly used to stuff like this. You've been doing it for a couple months now. Anyway. Forget all that. Ready to go?"

I glanced over at the black, metal doors in the corner of the room. The steady stream of bodies clad in winter-wear had turned to only a few people, clutching their books tightly and hastening out of the room.

"Sure. I'm ready," I answered, throwing on my scarf and coat and then linking my arm in Shane's as we walked up the ramp.

"Well haven't you just been 'Mr. Expensive' tonight?" I said as Shane drove down the dark road. An expression of false surprise came onto his face.

"Why what ever do you mean?" he asked, incredulously. "I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea."

"I'm sure you don't." I smiled and rolled my eyes. "I mean the dinner and the movie and the gift. Or should I say, gifts."

Shane looked rather sheepish as he looked over at me glanced over at me.

"What is it?" I asked. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the head lights. The only available light now was the full moon; its soft beams landing on the car and illuminating Shane's face.

"Mitchie?" he said, looking at me with a rather nervous expression on his face now.

"Yes?" I replied, my heart beating 80 miles an hour.

"I need to know something. Do you love me?"

I was partially taken off guard, but I knew what the answer was, and I said so.

"Yes, Shane. I love you. More than anyone or anything else."

Shane grinned and reached into his pocket.

"Then, Mitchie will you mar-," But he didn't get to finish because at that moment, a brilliant blue light came out of nowhere, stopping Shane short and completely blinding and surrounding me.

"Shane? Where are you? I can't see you!" I cried, reaching out for Shane's hand that should have been clutching the steering wheel. But to my horror, Shane's hand wasn't there. And for that matter, neither was the steering wheel. All around me, the blue light shown, dazzling my eyes. I struggled to stay awake, but the blue light made me feel utterly exhausted, for some reason and a moment later, I drifted into unconsciousness.

Omg!! Ok. That was real fun. I'm hoping the grammar is a bit more improved than some of my other stories. I struggled to make it better in this one.

If I could wind up with 10 reviews for this chapter, that would be really great. Thanx!!