Disclaimer: I still don't own Camp Rock or The Five Languages of Love.

A/N: Two very lovely reviewers encouraged me to explore the interactions in more detail, so I am going to write a short chapter about each of Jason's attempts and how they impacted his friends. Sorry if they are redundant. If you don't like them, just pretend it was a one-shot.

Dedication: To MissNata13 because she is amazingly supportive and wanted more and told me this was worth posting AND Loved-Invention because your reviews and PMs are so kind.

Mitchie sat absent-mindedly staring out the window of the bus watching the scenery pass by; every once in awhile, she would take a sip of her juice. Usually she enjoyed the quiet of the morning when she and the bus driver were the only ones up and about, but it could also be lonely. And sometimes it gave her a little too much time to think.

She loved Shane, and she knew intellectually that he loved her too; it was just that sometimes she didn't feel like it. She felt like she was the one putting in all the effort and that he took her for granted. And living on the bus put everyone in such tight quarters that they almost never had any time alone. Everything had to be done in a group, and it was starting to wear on her. As she pondered life on the road, she was startled by Jason's sudden appearance from the back of the bus. She swallowed her juice quickly and glanced over at the clock.

"What are you doing up, Jase? You know it's only six, right? You can still sleep for a few more hours."

Honestly Mitchie was shocked to see him; none of her friends had ever voluntarily gotten out of bed before eight. Jason looked like an over-sized child standing in his baggy blue jogging shorts and gray t-shirt rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I know. I just haven't seen you much lately, so I thought it might be nice to hang out and talk before everyone else woke up – just the two of us," he said sleepily.

All traces of Mitchie's previous melancholy disappeared. She was so touched by his efforts that she didn't even wish that it was her boyfriend that had thought to wake up early to spend time with her.

"Really?" she asked.

Jason nodded. "Do you think you can help me make some coffee, though?" he asked a little sheepishly. "It's usually ready before I wake up."

Mitchie laughed and rose from her seat. She had always wondered if anyone noticed that she made the coffee every morning or if they just took it for granted. As she passed Jason on her way to the coffee maker, she was filled with a wave of affection. Without thinking, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, humming happily as she measured the coffee.

Mitchie could tell the moment the caffeine kicked in; Jason's eyes became more alert, and he began to ask her questions.

"So have you been writing any new songs?"

Mitchie shook her head. "Not right now. Touring has been more intense than I expected. I guess I need quiet to write."

Jason nodded. "I totally get that. Sometimes it is hard to think on the bus." He paused for moment. "But don't go too long without writing, Mitch. Cause I know that is part of who you are."

Mitchie looked at Jason in surprise. He was right; she had always used writing as a way of helping her process what she was feeling. Maybe some of her frustrations with Shane and touring would be easier to handle is she wrote about it. She smiled at Jason. "You might be right, Jason. I need to make time to write."

"Or maybe we could help you – write something together."

"That might be fun too."

Mitchie hesitated a moment before finally asking Jason a question that had been bothering her for weeks. "So Jason, what's up with you and Caitlyn?"

The question caught Jason totally off-guard. He had thought he was doing a pretty good job of keeping his feelings to himself.

"What do you mean?" he stammered.

"I don't know," Mitchie said. "I've just noticed you watching her a lot lately with a sort of dreamy look on your face. It's pretty adorable."

Jason blushed. While he wasn't ready to admit his crush out loud, he knew it was pointless to argue with Mitchie. Instead he settled on being vague. "I think she's pretty awesome," he mumbled.

Mitchie wished she could tell Jason that Caitlyn liked him too, but for some reason Caitlyn had been avoiding any discussions about boys and dating. Mitchie suspected that Caitlyn had feelings for the guitarist, but she didn't want to get his hopes up without concrete evidence.

"You're pretty awesome too, Jason. And any girl would be lucky to date you," Mitchie replied. And she meant it. Sure, he wasn't the brightest guy she had ever met, but he was kind and loyal and fun to be around. And his simple act of getting up to spend time with her had turned around her entire attitude about the day.

She reached out and squeezed his hand, grinning at him.

"Thanks for getting up early with me, Jason."

Jason was sure that the sight of her beautiful, happy smile was well worth the loss of a few hours sleep. He would have to remember to try and spend a little quality time with Mitchie more often.