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Shane's POV

The ride to Camp was a lot bumpier than I would have expected. Nate groaned as he clenched his stomach. A soft smile spread across my face.

"You okay man?" I asked; my eyes avoiding the fast moving trees. He nodded as he gulped down his eighth can of Ginger Ale. "Are we almost there Jenkins?" (a/n: isn't Jenkins just about the coolest limp driver name ever!) I was beginning to get nervous, seeing we were getting very close. Jenkins did not say a word as we pulled into the busy driveway of our beloved Camp Rock.

"Here we are. Enjoy your stay boys" Jenkins helped us get our suitcases out of the trunk. Nate stumbled out of limo and crawled on the floor to my feet.

He collapsed as he grasped handfuls of grass. "Sweet land! Sweet solid land!" He signed. Jason and I exchanged glances. What an idiot.

I pulled out my cell phone and began dialing Mitchie's number, which I easily knew by heart.

"Hello?" Mitchie's soft voice spoke over the speaker.

"Hey there. You almost here?"

"Yeah, I'm pulling in now. I'll see you in a second." She hung up. I searched the camp drop off for any sign off Mitchie but I didn't see her anywhere. Where is that girl?

Mitchie's POV

I jumped of the taxi. A cool breeze wipped threw my dark brown hair. It felt nice on this blazing hot summer day. I handed the taxi driver a few bucks as he placed my suitcases next to my feet. Then, I began franticly searching the grounds for Shane and the gang. No luck.

Just then a strong force crammed into my side and sent me toppling over. I struggled to be free, but the strong arms were holding me in a hug of death. I at least was able to wipe the hair out of my eyes to see my attacker. I flipped over on my side and sat up on my knees.

"Caitlyn!" I yelled as we hugged, like normal people do this time.

"Hey girl. I haven't seen you since Camp last year." She smiled and punched my arm. Ouch.

I laughed and conintued my search for Shane. Where is that boy? I turned back to Caitlyn. She had her arms crossed over her chest. I gave her a confused look and she rolled her eyes.

"Looking for Lover Boy?" She asked. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, turning them a dark shade of red. She then pointed to a small clan. Shane and Jason were having a confersation, while Nate, well, I'm not to sure what he's doing. I think he's laying on the ground and stroking the grass. That's not normal.

I shook my head and directed my attention back to Shane. His appearence didn't change a bit. He still had the long black hair. He still wore the black skinny jeans, the band shirt no one has ever heard of and the random colored Converse. I rolled my eyes.

Caitlyn and I exchanged glances, almost like reading each other's minds. We sprinted of to the boys. Closer, almost there, "Gotcha!"

Shane's POV

I didn't see Mitchie until it was to late. She jumped on my back and sent me falling down into the grass next to Nate. The shock sent Nate straight to his feet. His expression was priceless. I rolled onto my side laughing.

After about a good five minutes of laughing, I sat up and got a good look at my Mitchie. She wasn't completely the same this year. Her bangs her now side swept and I have no idea how I know what that means. She wore dark washed shorts and a black graphic t.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you fall." She offered her hand. I grabbed it and she helped me up. Or at least she tried. As I grabbed her hand, I yanked her hard and sent her falling into my lap. Her elbow landed on my left hip. Oh God, not that bruise. It was the most recent. It took all of my strength to keep from tearing. I can't forget how that bruise came along.

"Dad! Please it was an accident!" I shouted, running to my bedroom door. It was my only escape.

"Are you stupid? Is that it?" He swung the wooden bat in the hands. I turned back to my door. Why won't it open!?

Knowing the door wouldn't budge, I knew I was dead. So what was left to do but reason with him? I held my arms up as a sign of surrender. He wasn't having it.

"I didn't mean to hit Jamie! It wasn't on purpose I sware!" tears were flowing down my eyes, as I expected the worse. Dad gets so protective over his oldest son, Jamie. He doesn't give shit about me.

"Your so dead." Dad slowly walked towards me. I crouched down against the door, trying to protect myself, though I knew it wouldn't do me any good. Dad grabbed my collor and yanked me to my feet. I refuse to remember the rest.

Then I looked at Mitchie who was staring at me, confused. I pushed that horrid memory out of my mind.

"Nice to see you too Mitch." I said playfully.

We both started laughing. When Mitchie finaly realized where she was sitting, her face turned a deep shade of red. She's so beautiful when she's blushes.

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