Hey guys, so this is my first fic I've written, and it would be really great to get some feedback on how you think it is.

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I looked around at all the other counsellors sitting on the logs out the front of Camp Rock and counted 10 including myself. I'd heard there would be about 100 kids arriving this year, so that would equate to me looking after 10 kids from the ages of 12-16. Oh the joy. I just hoped I would get some great kids and not a bunch of brats. Standing on the other side of the lawn was Shane, looking away from everyone, still visibly annoyed.

Soon enough, the campers started to arrive. In a flurry of awkward, embarrassing goodbye kisses the new campers slowly made their way to the log seats set up in front of the stage. It seemed this wasn't the first time here for some kids who obviously had groups of friends they'd made in previous years. Amidst the yelling and laughing I could see Ruby rolling her eyes and laughing at them. It was hard not to, they were all just so excited to be spending their summer here.

"Oh my god! Shane Gray?" one blonde girl screeched so high pitched I actually had to cover my ears. There was silence as girls scanned their surroundings looking for their teen idol.

"It is! It is! What is he doing here?" seemed to be the response from the other girls who seemed to seizure as they clambered towards a very shocked looking Shane, who was now backing away slowly. I decided it would be a good idea to break up the impending 'jumping-of-Shane' so I climbed up on stage and cleared my throat, "Um, ladies? Do you think you'd be able to take a seat?" I asked. Apparently, no they weren't going to take a seat, although my announcement had temporarily stopped them in their tracks. I looked to Shane who returned my look with a smile and a nod of his appreciation. 'Wait, was that a smile I just got from Shane?' I asked myself. 'Snap out of it, Torres. You're as bad as those girls down there!' I mentally corrected myself.

"Why should we listen to you? Who are you anyway?" the blonde girl who screeched before snapped me out of my inner-monologue.

"I'm a camp instructor here, and so that means you're under my authority. I'm asking you ladies nicely to take a seat before Mr. Brown gets here to brief you on all you need to know," I replied. Was this 14 year old about to challenge me? Ha! Not on my watch. Grumbling, the girls took a seat still sending longing glances at Shane every couple of minutes. I stepped off the stage and returned to my seat next to Ruby who was giggling like mad.

"What's your problem, missy?" I asked her, poking her in the ribs.

"The looks on those girls' faces after you tore them away from their precious Shane. Kodak moment!" She laughed, squirming away from my pokes. "That tickles! Stop," she whined. "Wait, if you stop I'll tell you something else, something you'll most definitely want to hear," she said in a sing-song voice. I considered for a moment, and then relented on my attack.

"This thing? That I most definitely want to hear?" I prompted her with a raised eyebrow after she hadn't spoken for about ten seconds.

"What? Oh yeah, that's right," she grinned sheepishly, "I was just going to say that Shane was watching you the whole time you were up there, and looked like he pretty much wanted to plant one on you when you got the leeches to stop advancing," she giggled. I was about 110% sure I was blushing by now, but I tried to blow it off carefully making sure my tone sounded nonchalant.

"Haha, I wish. That'll be the day," I replied with a laugh, though secretly hoped every word she said was true.

"Whatever. If you don't want to believe me…" she replied and poked her tongue out. I laughed it off and turned my attention to Brown who was stepping onto the stage about to address us.

"Welcome campers! It's a pleasure to see you all here and I personally hope you all have a wonderful summer. This year's Final Jam just could be the best we've had yet. All we need is practice, practice, practice," Brown smiled enthusiastically. "Now, I'd like to direct you towards your instructors who will be your guardians while you're here," he continued. He began to rattle off names to assign to each instructor. I zoned out and started daydreaming until I heard him call my name.

"Over here we have Mitchie Torres," he announced, signalling me to wave. I waved tentatively at the crowd before he continued. 'Oh god, if I get that blonde girl in my cabin I think I'll scream,' I cringed to myself.

"Alright campers, if I call your name, can you please go and stand behind Mitchie with your bags. Tess Tyler, Caitlyn Gellar, Ella James, Peggy Richards, Lola Scott…" he rattled off names. I know I should have been listening to the other five girls I'd be getting, but as soon as I saw the blonde girl huff her shoulders and stand up, I mentally cringed. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. I'd already got on a bad foot with her. I hoped there would be time to turn it around. After my girls had been called out we went through a quick initiation so I could get to know there names, that no doubt I'd forget soon. We were just getting to Caitlyn when I saw Tess' eyes light up, I turned around just as Shane was standing behind me ready to tap my shoulder.

"Oh, uh hi Shane," I said, somewhat awkwardly. Why was he over here?

"Hey Mitchie," he smiled nervously. 'Oh god, he'll be the death of me,' I thought to myself.

"Can I talk to you for a minute please?" he gestured away from all the people that were excitedly gathered around.

"Yeah, sure," I replied. What could he possibly want to talk to me about? I mean before, if looks could kill, and then just a minute ago when I saved him from the girls, he looked appreciative that I was there. I told my campers I'd be back in just a second and followed him to wherever he was walking. He stopped suddenly and turned on a dime.

"Mitchie, I'm really sorry I treated you like that before, I was just mad and upset, and I guess you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sorry if I hurt you at all," he gushed in one breath. He looked at his feet for a moment before looking up to catch my eyes. What do I say back to that? Should I still be mad at him, after all, I didn't do anything wrong. But then again, he really did look genuinely sorry.

"Mitchie?" he prompted when he realised I hadn't replied to his apology.

"It's okay, Shane. I didn't fall hard so no broken bones," I attempted to make a joke. The corner of his mouth pulled into a smile as he realised my sad attempt at humour was disguising the fact I had forgiven him. 'Wait, he's not getting of the hook that easily!' I thought to myself.

"But, when my leg bruises up horribly tomorrow and I have to wear long pants to hide my battle scars, I think the least you could do is make it up to me somehow," I smirked at him. He thought about that for a moment before a massive grin spread across his face.

"I think that sounds like a reasonable idea," he smiled and grabbed my hand before planting a kiss to my fingers, "Meet me in the mess hall for dinner tonight." I was to internally stunned to say anything. I nodded. Nodding seemed safe, that way, he wouldn't know just how affected I was by his words and actions. I couldn't let him win that easy.

"Now, I believe we both have some campers to attend to," he smirked, interrupting me from my thoughts. "I'll see you at dinner tonight." With that he let go of my hand and walked back to his group. Dazed, I turned and headed for my group and was hit with a barrage of questions from my campers who had witnessed the entire exchange.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said pushing my palms out, "everyone quiet, let's just get back to the cabin, get settled in and go from there." The girls seemed to take that rather well and were following me back to the cabin when I heard whispering. I was honestly to drained to listen in to it, but by the giggling, I was sure I'd find out sooner or later. An hour or so later after everyone had unpacked their suitcases, the cornered me in the little living room we had.

"Do you know Shane Gray?" Tess asked. Wow, straight to the point. Don't beat around the bush or anything, girly.

"Uh, no. Not really." I sighed. I mean, I had an inkling that this conversation would turn into a Shane discussion.

"So you're not dating him?" Tess' friend, Ella clarified.

"No? What on Earth would make you think that?" I asked, mystified. Tess snorted.

"Please, as if we didn't see him basically slobbering over your hand," she said disgusted. Oh, so they saw that, huh? Great. I was about to explain that no, I don't know Shane or any of the Connect 3 boys when Tess interrupted.

"So, Shane's single? Do you think he likes blondes?" she asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. 'Is she seriously thinking what I think she is? He'd go to jail if he went anywhere near her,' I thought to myself.

"Tess, I think Shane would like girls his own age," Caitlyn sniggered at her. Thank god some of these kids have a good head on their shoulders. I think this Caitlyn girl might be my favourite from the bunch at the moment. After a good 20 mintues of Shane talk, I decided it was time to head off for dinner.

"So everyone, you know where the mess hall is. Just head on over that way and things will go from there. Make sure you're wearing shoes and something warm because there may or may not be a campfire later," I hedged. The squeals from the girls made me laugh as they all went to find clothes to wear to dinner. I entered my room and flopped onto my bed, thinking about the events that had happened earlier, and what on Earth Shane wanted to have dinner with me for. I got dressed and put on some mascara before heading out and walking to dinner. Caitlyn happened to catch up with me along the way.

"Hey Mitchie, I just want to apologise on behalf of Tess before. She thinks she's the queen of this camp because her mum is TJ Tyler," Caitlyn muttered. 'Ah, this makes so much more sense now,' I reasoned.

"Caitlyn, you don't have to do that," I smiled, "I can handle Tess. I used to deal with girls like that in high school all the time."

"Well, I have to go and find Hailey because I promised I walk with her, but, um, I think you and Shane would be a really cute couple," she blushed. I was slightly taken aback.

"Oh, thanks, Caitlyn. Well, you better not leave Hailey waiting…" I trailed off, not really concentrating on what I was saying. My thoughts were with Caitlyn's last words. I didn't notice she'd actually disappeared from my side until I walked up the steps to the hall. I opened the door to reveal the dull roar of the campers. I thought this would be a good time to look for Shane. 'Ugh, this could take forever, there's so many people in here,' I complained to myself. Searching, and not finding, I made a beeline towards the table where Ruby sat. Making my way over, I managed to catch the sight of Jason sneaking up behind her and putting his hands over her eyes. 'Oh, like that's not an obvious flirt tactic, boy' I giggled to myself. Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted Shane waving me frantically to his empty table. Smiling back, I made my way over, trying not to bump into the campers as they scrambled to get dinner. I reached his table and was greeted by a warm smile. 'This is going to be interesting," I sighed to myself.

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