A/N: I decided I'd update this as often as I update "You've Got a Friend". So whenever I update that one, the update for this one won't be far behind. Like usual, thanks for the reads, reviews, favs and alerts. And remember, it's all in Nate's point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or places you recognize from Camp Rock. Their characters may be tweaked a bit, but hopefully not too much.


"If you're leaving with me you better hurry up! I said I'd be there early to help set a few things up!" I hollered through the foyer of Shane's house.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I heard him holler back from upstairs.

"If you're not down here in three minutes I won't hesitate to leave with out you!"

"Then how would I get there?"

"Oh I don't know, Jason or Caitlyn. Or, here's a crazy idea, you could drive yourself for once!"

"I hate driving!"

"And I hate being late when someone's waiting on me to help them. One minute!"

"Shoot Nate! I can't be ready in one minute!"

"I'm leaving. Call Jason for a ride." And with out waiting for him to respond I left, slamming the door behind me, signalling my departure.

I hopped in my truck and drove to Mitchie's house. I hated not showing up at the time someone expected me to and Mitchie was expecting me in twenty minutes so I really had to hurry. I just hoped there wasn't any traffic.

I smiled as I pulled into her drive way with two minutes to spare. I grabbed her gifts, well, the ones she was getting today, out of the glove box and made my way up to the door, ringing the bell when I reached it.

"Nate! The party's not for another hour still," Connie, Mitchie's mom, greeted me with a hug after she opened the door.

"I know, but I told Mitchie I'd come help her set up."

"Like she's actually setting anything up," her dad laughed as he approached us.

"She's upstairs getting herself ready, not the party."

"Oh Steve," Connie scolded lightly, "she's turning 22 this Thursday; let the girl get all dolled up for her party." Her dad shook his head.

"If you'd really not mind helping, I could actually use your assistance."

"Of course Steve. Can I just run up and say hi to Mitchie first?"

"No problem. I'll be out back when you're ready."

"Thanks. I'll be back in a few," I said making my way up the stairs down the oh-so-familiar hallway. I set her gifts down outside so she couldn't peek.

"Mitchie?" I called knocking on her door.

"Come in!" I opened the door and scanned the room, my eyes coming to a rest on her figure laying on her bed in an old Connect 3 t-shirt and short cotton shorts.

"That what you're wearing to the party then?" I laughed. "And here I thought this was a bit more of a formal thing than that. I just may be over dressed," I looked down to my outfit.

"Oh shove it!" she chucked her pillow at me. "I'm trying to decide what to wear."

"And how are the options looking from your bed? The closet isn't even open."

"I know what I own. I don't need to see it. It's just that I wore my favorite dress to the wedding yesterday so now I need to pick one of the others."

"Would you like some help?"

"You're really going to help me pick out clothes?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Nope, I'm just going to give you a little suggestion."

"I'm all ears then," she said sitting up.

"You look gorgeous in that gray dress with your basic black leggings."

"Thanks," she blushed.

"Besides," I smirked, "it just may be the outfit to go with a certain present you're getting today." My smirk turned to a smile as she squealed excitedly.

"Tell me you got me that hat and scarf!"

"I can't tell you what your present is! That's cheating!"

"Oh you did! You're the best Nate!" She cried jumping up to hug me.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said holding her tightly.

"I'm sure you don't. Now go!" she said shooing me to the door. "I've got to get ready!"

"Okay, okay!" I laughed holding my hands up in surrender and backing out of her room. "I should be helping your dad anyway."


"Where's the birthday girl?" Mitchie's Aunt Sage asked as soon as I opened the door to admit her.

"She should be down in a minute. She's just adding her last minute touch ups."

"Oh, but I wanted to be the first one in the family to say happy birthday," she frowned.

"Why don't you head up to see her?" I suggested. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind you being up there."

"Which room is hers again? It's been forever since I was here."

"Come on, I'll bring you up there."

"Are you sure it's okay if you go up there?" she asked eyeing me.

"It's fine. I haven't seen her since I got here about an hour ago anyway." She nodded and we headed up the stairs. When she entered the room I caught a glimpse of Mitchie sitting at her mirror putting on lip-gloss.

"Shoo, shoo," Aunt Sage said. "This is a lady's room young man."

"Oh he's been in here too many times to count Aunt Sage. It's okay," Mitchie smiled. "Everything set up downstairs?"

"Yes, thanks to your help."

"Hey! I had to get ready!" I shook my head.

"I'm on greeter duty so I better get back down there. I'll see you ladies when you're done up here." I left and closed the door behind me.

"He's such a gentlemen," I heard Aunt Sage say before I walked away.

"Yeah, Nate's really something," Mitchie responded. I smiled and headed back downstairs to greet more of Mitchie's relatives.