A/N: Well this is my first story so be nice! Reviews are nice too! I don't own Camp Rock or the characters.

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Shane Gray has changed into a better person.

That's what he tells himself everyday. That the grass is greener now that he's not the arrogant jerk he was before. He tells himself that his life is complete; a perfect girlfriend, perfect career, perfect friends. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

And he should be grateful for that, right? He tells himself that's what everyone wants, and that's what he has. He has acheived what many people never acheive in a lifetime at the tender age of 17.

Just keep telling yourself that Shane, his mind thought bitterly. You have everything, you don't need anything else.

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He groaned as suddenly his alarm clock burst into a set of frantic beats, yelling at him to wake up otherwise it was only going to get more annoying. Well that's what it would say, if alarm clocks could talk. Which of course they can't.

He outstretched his right arm in a feeble attempt to turn it off but only ended up flinging himself off the bed and landing with a massive THUMP on the floor. Cursing under his breath, he rubbed the back of his head tenderly, smoothing down his hair. Because, even though it was 7am and he was alone in a hotel room, he still needed to look good.

His ringtone burst through the silent tones of the room, and still grumbling softly, he reached out to pick it up.

"Hello?" He mumbled softly.

"Shane!"

"Mitchie!" The one girl who could bring a smile to his face at 7am in the morning. Her, donuts and hairgel. "What are you doing ringing so early?"

"Early? What time is it over there?"

"7am, but where are you?"

"Chicago, visiting family. It was supposed to be a birthday party but so far its turning out to be more of a cross between a rave and a funeral,"

"Is that even possible?"

"Apparently. So, rockstar, do I have the pleasure of seeing you at Camp Rock?"

Hearing that made him mentally slap himself. Camp Rock, he'd forgotten all about it.

"You are coming, right Shane? You promised!"

'I know and I will be there! Just look out for the guy with the amazing hair and oh so so perfect body," Shane could picture Mitchie blushing scarlet at the other end of the line. She was never quite sure how to respond to his cheeky banter. "So....asides from Chicago, what else have you been up to?"

"Um, not much. Stayed at Caitlyn's for a couple of days but all she could so was talk about Nate. I have to say, for a self proclaimed feminist she's hooked on the boy,"

"Similar situation over here, yet you don't have her howling love songs through the night. He's like a little lovesick puppy when he's not with her, its crazy,"

"At least Jason and Ella have gotten over that stage; remember their mad pet names?"

"I swore that if I heard 'Pooky, perky pumpkin' one more time I'd scream..."

"God!" He heard her laugh tinker over the phone. "I remember that drove you up the wall. Still, by the time Camp Rock comes, lets pray they've gotten over that. I'm looking forward to seeing everyone again, well except Tess that is..."

At the mention of the infamous Tess Tyler he shivered. Tess, who made people's lives a misery, who had been dethroned of her position as queen bee, who no one had heard from since last summer.

"Well let's hope she hasn't decided to grace us with her lovely presence this year," He groaned.

"We can still have fun even if she is there! Come on Shaneykins, don't be such a spoilsport!'

"I am so not a spoilsport! I am the king of awesome, thank you very much,"

"Good, so you'll be there!"

"Mitchie-"

"Mum's calling, she's got to get all the food ready for the trip as well as her current catering job so I promised I would so some chores. Love you lots Shaneykins,"

There was a beep at the other end of the line as Mitchie quickly hung up.

"Love you too," He sighed and quickly flipped his phone down. Camp Rock meant a whole summer of music, a summer with Mitchie and his true friends. It also included screaming girls, paparazzi and classes to teach but he could just sort of skip over that.

The feeling at the pit of his stomach still wouldn't go away, though.

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it.