A/N: Here's chapter 2 for all you readers. I really like Shane and Mitchie's characters in this one. Anyway I hope you enjoy and I'm off to write up another chapter of Runaway To Find A Home so that my readers for that one don't kill me.

Enjoy and let me know what you think please :)

Disclaimer: The characters that are associated with Camp Rock aren't mine...unfortunately.

'Dating one of you? No; I believe my Dad left that small detail out,' I said and I could feel my heartbeat pick up as I started freaking out inside.

'Ah hah; so which one of us do you like so far?' Shane asked bluntly and I brushed my bangs to the side as I tried to grasp what was going on.

'What is with you and your damn questions? And if I must choose someone I like then I'll gladly take Freddie; he's the only one who isn't weird,' I answered as I wrapped my arms around my stomach.

'But Freddie isn't even in the room and he's eight,' Nate said and I nodded my head in satisfaction.

'That's exactly why I chose him; there's no possible way our parents would arrange for us to date and he's the only one who seems…normal,' I explained as I leant against the banister of the staircase.

'Well that's great; I have to date a cradle snatcher,' Shane complained and I got him a glare.

'Well I might have to date a perverted psycho – I think I win,' I shot back and Jason and Nate chuckled.

'Dude at least she isn't a pushover – it might not be as bad as you thought it would be,' Nate laughed and nudged Shane's shoulder.

'I don't get why I'm being forced to date one of you…my Dad doesn't even like me dating in the first place,' I said and once again Shane decided on speaking up.

'Aw…is Daddy's little princess too good for all the boys at school?' he mocked and I dug my nails into my dress in order to stop myself from hitting him.

'Did you run out of money to pay for your sluts so Daddy has to step in and force someone to date you?' I snapped and I could have sworn I saw Shane smile though it was gone in a second.

'Well as I'm the safest here and won't have to date Michelle I'm gonna go get a drink; you guys want anything?' Jason asked and when we all shook our head 'no' he left the room.

'How come he's safe? Wait – better question: how come I have to date one of you in the first place?' I questioned whilst Nate led me back to the couch.

'Jase is safe as he's the oldest and therefore we all know there's slim chance that your Dad will agree on you dating him,' Nate said as we sat down and I tried to ignore Shane as he took the seat next to me.

'Okay…but why do I have to date either you or Shane? This makes no sense,' I stated and Nate gave me a pitiful smile.

'You probably know that the business is booming and our Dad is trying to find some new backers so he's decided the best way to do that is by targeting a younger audience,' Nate said as he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie slightly.

'I guess that makes sense but why is he trying to get to the teenagers? I mean it's a club; you can't exactly get in there if you're not legal.'

'That's where we come in; Dad's thinking about opening the club up for parties for kids that are around our age so he's gonna get us to organise a big party there in order to celebrate his idea and all that.'

'And I need to date one of you because…' I trailed off and hoped Nate would help fill in the blanks.

'Because…actually I'm not really sure but I'm not looking forward to it,' Nate said and I scoffed as I slouched against the back of the chair.

'I'm not that ugly you know,' I mumbled as I pulled the bottom of my dress down so that it was not sitting halfway up my thigh like it was.

'No, no, no it's not that,' Nate said quickly after realising what he said, 'it's just that I kind of already have a girlfriend and I'd rather not make a difficult situation worse.'

'Then if you "kind of already have a girlfriend" why are you up on the market?'

'Because the wimp is too much of a girl to tell Mum and Dad about her,' Shane told me and I nodded my head in understanding.

'Well I'll tell you what Nate; if you do get paired up with me don't feel like you need to actually date me. Tell your Dad that you're going out with me and go out with your "kind of girlfriend" instead,' I told the younger brother who looked at me with a hopeful smile.

'Really? You wouldn't be annoyed or anything like that?' Nate asked and I scrunched my nose up.

'No offence but I have no desire to actually date either of you so I don't really care what you do.'

'Maybe this won't be so bad after all,' Nate mused and I laughed but tensed up when I felt someone's arm snake around my shoulders.

'But what if you're with me love? I wouldn't go making plans with Nathaniel as I doubt I'll be lucky enough to get rid of you,' Shane said and I shrugged his arm off from around my shoulders and stood up.

'If I get you then I can guarantee there'll be one less guy in the world who can have kids because if you touch me one more time then I will castrate you,' I threatened as I pulled my jacket off as the room was starting to heat up.

'Feisty; maybe Nathaniel is right and this will be fun,' Shane said and I felt my face heat up as Shane's eyes roamed over me.

'Dude; stop being such a creeper,' Nate said whilst leaning over and smacking his brother up the side of his head.

I think Nate's my favourite brother so far…at least he's the nicest.

'Anyway I'm gonna go get some fresh air and feel sorry about myself,' I informed the two brothers as I dropped my bag and jacket on the couch and walked downstairs and out the front door; making sure to stay quiet so the parents would not notice my absence from their house.

'Why God; what did I ever do wrong?' I asked the sky as I walked forwards across the yard to the stone path that led around the house.

I wobbled on a few of the smaller rocks in my heels so I walked over to the patio chair in front of me and sat down with a frustrated groan.

I bet you this would have never happened if Mum was still around…and why did they have to pick me? Isn't there some other worker's daughter that this family could g torture?

I leant my head back and rested it against the top of the chair as I breathed in the scent of flowers and watched the stars above me. The night breeze slowly wrapping me in a blanket of cool air that caused chills to run up my spine.

I am not sure how long I was outside for but when I heard the front door close I silently wished that it was my Dad coming outside to tell me that it was time for me to go home. Unfortunately I was never one that had good luck when I needed it like I did at the moment.

'You're gonna get sick if you stay out here,' I heard him say and I brought my hands up to cover my face.

'Maybe if I get pneumonia our parents won't force me to date you or Nate and we can all go back to living our lives like we used to – separately,' I growled through the gaps in my hands and I heard a short laugh a long with a zipping sound.

'If you think something as bad as pneumonia will sway my Dad then you have another thing coming,' Shane said and I removed my hands from my face when I felt material hit me.

'I don't need your jacket Shane,' I told him and held his brown leather jacket out for him to take it back.

'Just take the damn jacket Michelle,' he ordered and by the tone of his voice I knew there was no point fighting.

'It's Mitchie too y'know; Michelle is what people over the age of thirty call me so unless there's something you're not telling me, call me Mitchie,' I said as I hung his jacket over my shoulders.

'Well my name's just Shane, so don't even think about giving me any stupid nicknames,' Shane said as he sat next to me.

'Wouldn't dream of it Shaney,' I said as I went back to resting my head on the back of the chair, 'let me guess; they've decided that you're gonna be my "boyfriend" didn't they?'

'How'd you figure that?' he asked and I bit back the smile that wanted to form on my lips when I saw Shane mirroring my actions out of the corner of my eye.

'Because you're the one out here instead of your other, nicer brothers,' I answered and I heard him scoff.

'I am too nice,' Shane insisted and it was my turn to scoff.

'Please; you wouldn't know nice if it was standing right in front of you.'

'What's the deal with looking at the stars?' Shane asked and I rolled my eyes at how fast he changed the topic.

'It's nice and it's something that I've always done when I needed to think.'

'Oh…you gonna go back inside?' he asked and the chair creaked when he stood up from it.

'Don't have much of a choice do I? Gotta show everyone that I'm happy with the fact that I'm getting matched up with an ass in tight pants,' I said moodily as I brought my head up from the chair to look at Shane.

'Look can we at least try and be on friendlier terms when the parents are around?'

'Says the one that asked me if I've had sex,' I said through narrow eyes and Shane seemed at a loss of words for a few seconds.

'Our parents weren't there when I asked that; I don't care if you turn back to your bitchy self when they're not there – just act bearable when they are.'

'Okay Shaney; we'll be the perfect couple,' I agreed sweetly and took his hand when he offered to help me up. When I had a firm grip on his hand I stood up and forcibly pulled him behind me so that he fell onto the chair, 'and that's for being a prat before and for all the times I know you'll be an ass in the future.'

'I don't think that was really necessary,' Shane said with a groan as I began walking back to the house.

'Actually I do think it was, you so deserved it,' I said happily as I turned around to face him but karma seemed to bite me on the butt when my shoe slipped on a stone and I fell forwards, face first, into the rocks.

'Now that's justice,' Shane laughed and I heard him walk over to where I was sprawled out on the ground.

'Piss of Shane,' I spat as I picked myself up from the ground; brushing away his outstretched hand.

'Someone doesn't look so hot right now,' Shane teased and pointed to my face where I knew there must have been a scratch due to the stinging pain.

'Someone just admitted I was hot,' I shot back as I raised a hand to touch it and winced at the contact.

'You need any help?' he asked and I noted the concern in his voice.

'Nope; when are you gonna learn that I have no plan on taking anything from you?' I hissed whilst ripping off his jacket and throwing it at his face.

'What is your problem?' Shane demanded and I turned on my heel and was about to march away when I felt him grab my arm and he spun me around to face him.

'What do you want now Shane?' I asked with a sigh whilst running my free hand through my hair.

'I want you to firstly smile and act like we're having a happy conversation as we're in front of the window and the parents can see us and then I want you to tell me why it's such a hard thing for you to be nice to me,' Shane said calmly with a forced smile plastered to his face.

'Happy?' I asked after plastering an equally cheesy smile on my own face and when I went to walk away, Shane pulled me back to him once again.

'You still haven't told me why it's so hard for you to act like you like me.'

'Because you haven't exactly given me a reason to be nice to you and how about you tell me why you've got it in for me,' I said through gritted teeth as I kept the smile on my face.

'I don't have it in for you, I -'

'As if; just let go of my arm, let me go home tonight and then you can go busy yourself with one of the many girls that you'll probably use whilst you're "dating" me,' I cut him off as I forced his fingers to let go of my arm.

'You're bleeding,' Shane said; totally disregarding everything I had said previously.

'No shit Sherlock,' I said whilst raising my hand to touch the gravel rash on my temple, 'I already know my head's bleeding which is another reason why -' I stopped talking when Shane grabbed my hand and turned my palm to face me.

'I wasn't talking about your head Captain Obvious,' Shane said with a smirk when I noticed with wide eyes the beads of blood that were forming across my hand.

'I'm gonna go fix myself up; where's the bathroom in your house?' I asked as I once again pried his fingers away from me and brushed some of my hair across the gash on my head so that I could hide it.

'I'll show you; just remember to be civil Mitchie,' Shane reminded me before walking forwards to his house.

I obediently followed and was grateful to find that none of our parents were in the hallway so I quickly dashed into the white bathroom that Shane had gestured at. I was about to close the door when someone stuck their foot in between the door and its frame.

'What are you doing Shane?' I whispered so that the parents would not realise we were inside once again as I was in no mood to be bombarded with questions.

'You don't think I'm gonna let you try and clean yourself up by yourself do you?' he chuckled before easily pushing the door open with one hand.

'Yes,' I replied shortly and he merely shook his head at my stubbornness before pushing me further into the room and locking the door behind himself.

I swear if he tries to rape me or something I will so castrate him.

'Just so you know if you do anything I'll scream,' I warned the boy as he walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some cotton balls.

'Nice to know Mitchie,' Shane said after pulling out some type of disinfectant liquid and patted the bench top, 'have a seat.'

'I'd rather stand thanks.'

'It'll be easier for me to clean your legs up if you sit down,' Shane said and I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time.

'My legs aren't bleeding,' I said before looking down at my legs which were indeed or cut up.

'You aren't really that observant are you? Also if you keep rolling your eyes they're gonna get stuck there,' Shane said as he patted the bench once again and I reluctantly pulled myself on top of it.

'In my defence I don't normally wear heels and dresses around rocks so it's not my fault,' I said whilst Shane dampened a cotton ball and wiped the cuts causing me to flinch slightly.

'This is going to sting alright?' Shane forewarned as he opened the bottle of disinfectant and poured some onto another cotton ball.

'I'm not a little kid Shane,' I informed him but cried out in pain once the cotton ball came in contact with the wound. 'Ow Shane!' I yelled and thumped him on the shoulder.

'What was that for?' he shouted as he rubbed his shoulder.

'That hurt!' I cried and hit him on the shoulder another time for good measure.

'I warned you that it would!'

'Doesn't mean it hurt any less you numbskull,' I hissed as winced at the tingling feeling around my knee.

'Here bite onto this,' Shane said and handed me his jacket and I looked at him in disbelief.

'I'm not going to bite your leather jacket Shane,' I told him as he prepared another cotton ball to work on my palms.

'It's for your own good and you can either bite onto that or toilet paper because I'd rather have my eardrums in one piece thanks,' Shane said and after a few seconds of silence I placed the leather into my mouth and wrinkled my nose up in disgust at the taste of his jacket.

We stayed in silence as he continued to clean the few cuts I had here and there before he only had my head left, 'how are you going?' he questioned as I removed his jacket from my mouth.

'Like I've just eaten something disgusting,' I answered as I folded up his jacket on my lap after wiping away my mouth marks.

'I meant about the cuts,' Shane clarified and I felt my cheeks heat up as he brushed my hair behind my ear so that he could clean the wound.

'I've gotten use to the stinging feeling so I think I'll make it through the night.'

'You're a trooper Miss Mitchie,' Shane joked as he dabbed the cut and I tried my hardest not to flinch away. 'And…we…are…done.'

'Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?' I enquired as I hopped off of the bench and stumbled slightly as I had forgotten that I was wearing heels.

'Because I want to.'

'Oh…well…t-thanks,' I stuttered as I readjusted my dress so that it was sitting properly as Shane unlocked the door and let me exit first.

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'See that wasn't that bad was it?' Dad asked as we sat at a booth inside an old fashioned diner.

'Course not Daddy; I mean what could be bad about being forced to date someone you don't even know?' I asked; sarcasm dripping from every word – similar to the melting ice-cream that was dripping from my spoon onto the plate beneath it.

'You hate me don't you?' my Dad asked sadly and with a sigh I rested my spoon against the glass plate.

'I don't hate you Dad; I could never hate you. I just wish you gave me a bit of a heads up y'know…I thought we'd be going there for dinner or something – we didn't even eat,' I said before picking up the cherry that I had left to last and raised it to my mouth.

'What do you think about Shane?' he questioned as I bit the cherry off of the stick and slowly ate it.

After swallowing the small, red fruit I placed the stick on my tongue and fiddled with it for a few seconds before pulling it out to reveal a knot, 'let's just say he's tolerable,' I said finally as I dropped the cherry stick back into the empty ball.

'It amazes me how you do that – anyway; so we're okay still?'

'As long as I never get set up with another of your business friends kids I'd say we're cool.'

'So it's still you and me bud?' Dad asked as we stood up from the table.

'Still me and you Daddy; me and you,' I finished as we walked away from the table and out to the night sky.