Stacey's A/N: This may not seem long, but it's a prolouge. We wrote it, and we still don't have a title for it. It's going to start out a Nitchie, and end a Smitchie. So don't worry too much about that. I know, it'll probably seem like forever until that happens. But I (and Elisha) wanna drag it out as long as possible, and I'm sure Maggie will too. It's just too much fun of a toture opportunity to pass up. And now we shall hear from Elisha.

Elisha's A/N: Note that this is just the beginning, and this was written entirely by Stacey and I. Maggie will end up helping us out sooner or later. But, yeah, this should be a pretty good start out to the story. Also, if you don't review, I'll throw hot sauce in your eyes, or maybe even spork them out. Wait, maybe just hot sauce will do. But yeah, review.

Maggie's A/N: Well, it's not really an AUTHOR'S note since I technically didn't write it. Okay, what the heck, I didn't write it at all. So, review. Please. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Maggie, Elisha, and Stacey do not own Camp Rock in anyway or form. And that's very sad news for us. VERY sad news. But Stacey's mum won't let her, and niether will Elisha's. And we're pretty sure that Maggie, like us, doesn't have the money to buy Camp Rock either. No matter how much Stacey wishes she owned Nick Jonas. Not really, since she's giving me a death stare for writing that. Yes, they actually let me, Elisha, write the disclaimer. I forgot that Stacey's too busy for guys.

Prologue

(Nate's POV)

Some people would consider me the luckiest guy on Earth. I have this amazing girl, Mitchie, who's beautiful and talented. I'm a member of a famous rock band. And I have girls falling all over me. And I have to agree, actually. Mitchie is the best girl I have ever met, and she doesn't care that I'm famous. She treats me like a normal person. And I like that a lot about her.

Mitchie's the one thing in my life that I love. The other is making music. The thing is, I haven't introduced her to my band mates yet. Mainly because I'm worried about her falling for Shane and leaving me. Crazy, huh? Well, it's because there's more girls that love Shane than me or Jason. Poor Jason feels left out. I sometimes feel that way too.

However, Mitchie's been bugging me lately to meet them. So, here I am, at dinner with Jason, Shane, Mitchie, and her best friend, Catilyn. Apparently they met at Camp Rock or something like that. Interesting. That's how Connect Three was formed as well. However, that's not the point (I mean the fact that they met at Camp Rock, not the dinner. God, I sound like a girl now.). The point is, it's kind of awkward.

I know. After all the worrying, my fears boil down to this moment. But then again, I probably should back up and explain how it got like this. After all, if I'm going to tell this story about how it came to this, I should probably mention how Mitchie and I met. Well, it was kind of interesting how we met, actually.

We met while I was trying to escape fan girls, and she helped me out. I had jumped behind a counter and begged her not to tell them I was there. She was confused, but when they asked her where I was, she said, "I think I saw him heading towards the Juniors section."

That's right. We met at JCPenny's. Funny how that happened, right? Anyway, after they ran off, I got up off my stomach, and smiled at her, noticing instantly how gorgeous she was. I said, "Well, thanks for the help. I should probably thank you by taking you out to dinner, though, gorgeous."

Mitchie smiled, and said, "That sounds good. Where?"

I thought quickly. And then I said, "Red Lobster."

I don't know what made me say it. But she didn't seem to care. She simply smiled, and said, "Sure. Meet you there at six."