Author's note: I own nothing, except the plot line. All characters and all that jazz belong to Disney.

Summary: What will happen when Mitchie returns home from her long, eventful summer at Camp Rock? Will she stay in touch with Shane Gray? What about Caitlyn, Tess, and the rest of the Camp Rock gang? When Mitchie returns to school, she will realize that her summer at Camp Rock has put her popularity in the fast lane. Especially because of the fact that she has the phone numbers of Connect 3. :)

"Caitlyn Gellar! Turn that racket off right now!"

Caitlyn rolled her eyes but obliged by turning off her sound equipment. Patricia Gellar was in one of her famous moods again, and you do not wanna cross her when she's in a mood. Caitlyn learned that the hard way.

A familiar techno tune sounded from Caitlyn's bed. She stood up and flopped across her bed lazily and answered the cell phone in one smooth motion. "Hello?"

"Hey, Caitlyn! It's Mitchie!" she squealed from the other end of the line.

Caitlyn shot up, a huge smile on her face. "Oh my gosh, hey Mitchie! I thought you'd never call! It's been forever!"

Mitchie giggled, but sounded confused. "Caitlyn? It's been three days. That's not that long..."

"Oh, I know, but when you live in the Gellar household it can seem like years," Caitlyn laughed. "So what have you been up to?" Caitlyn rolled over onto her stomach and crossed her legs at her ankles.

"Mmm, not much. I've just been helping my mom a lot. You know, trying to get all of her catering stuff back where it all goes. School starts next week. When do you start?" Mitchie asked.

Caitlyn sighed. "I started today. Let's hope this year goes by as fast as the summer did, but somehow I doubt that will happen."

"Yeah," Mitchie agreed, "That's probably not likely. I'm just anxious to get back to Camp Rock next summer."

Caitlyn furrowed her brow. "Next year? Does that mean your mom is letting you come back to camp?" Caitlyn bit her lip, hoping the answer was yes. She knew Tess had apologized and everything, but how could she know if Tess really meant it? It would be best to have some back up. Just in case.

Mitchie nodded, but then remembered Caitlyn couldn't see her on the phone. "Yeah! She told me last night that Camp Rock hired Connie's Catering for at least five more summers!"

"That's so great!" Caitlyn squealed, glad that she wouldn't be facing Tess alone next year... again. It seems like as long as she could remember, Tess had always been the person causing all of her misery. Well, besides her mother, of course.

"Yeah, I know! I can't wait to go back and hopefully not spend as much time trying to be somebody else. I wasted so much time trying to fit in that I didn't realize how much fun I could have had." Mitchie sighed deeply and Caitlyn could feel her sadness. Caitlyn wanted to say something, but she wasn't any good at comforting people. Everything she says just comes out wrong.

"So, are you going to call our favorite rebel-without-a-cause-turned-sweetheart anytime soon?" Caitlyn asked with grin.

Mitchie's eyes brightned; she was grateful for a change of subject. "How did you know that I have his phone number?" Mitchie laughed, embarrassed.

"Well, it's kinda obvious, dontcha think? I mean, with that whole unexpected duet at Final Jam?" Caitlyn paused. "And, when I wrote my phone number on the back of your lyrics journal, I kinda, maybe, saw a number with a heart drawn around it," Caitlyn admitted with a laugh.

Mitchie giggled. "Yeah, I do have Connect 3's numbers. I haven't really decided if I want to call Shane yet, though," Mitchie's voice trailed off.

"Why not? He's gorgeous, talented, and surprisingly sweet. What's there to be undecided about?"

Mitchie sighed, not knowing how to explain. "I just don't know if the connection I feel between us is the real thing, or if Shane was just, you know... playing me or something. I mean, I did that to him, unintentionally, but maybe he feels like he needs to give some payback or something."

"Mitchie. Trust me. Shane Gray is not playing you. I think what you guys have is the real deal, and you should do something about it before he moves on," Caitlyn prodded, trying not to sound too bossy.

"Mitchie!" Caitlyn heard a faint and familiar voice on Mitchie's end of the line.

"Cait? I gotta go, my mom's calling me. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure, Mitchie, but remember what I said. You should call Shane," Caitlyn advised.

Mitchie nodded. "Okay, I will, I promise. Bye!" Mitchie pressed END on her cordless phone and threw it onto her bed. She followed her mother's voice down the hallway and into the kitchen. Connie was kneeling by the cupboard next to the dish washer, holding stacks of plastic containers in both arms.

"Sweetie, can you grab the frying pan out of this cabinet? I had to pull everything out to get to it and I don't want to set all this on the floor and have to wash them again," Mrs. Torres said, gesturing to the containers.

"Sure," Mitchie said, reaching into the cupboard and pulling out the frying pan. She set it on the counter and then helped her mother put all of the containers back in the cupboard.

"Thanks, honey." Mrs. Torres wiped her hands on the back of her jeans and stood up. "So, was that Caitlyn you were talking to?"

Mitchie nodded. "Yeah, I was just telling her about the deal you made with Brown about catering the camp's food. She's super psyched that I'll be going back to Camp Rock next summer."

"I also seem to have heard you talking about Shane Gray?" Connie said, smiling as she used a rag to wipe off the counter. She knew all about the relationship the two developed over the summer. Working at a camp of three hundred kids, you tend to hear a lot of gossip.

Mitchie blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yes, we were talking about Shane. Caitlyn thinks I should call him, but, I don't know..."

"Why wouldn't you?" Connie asked, with out so much as blinking. "You two seemed to hit it off at camp, and I think he really likes you."

"Mo-om!" Mitchie blushed even more. She giggled nervously and turned away.

"What? I know you like him, so what's the problem?"

Mitchie shrugged. Truthfully? I'm worried that Shane doesn't really like me and he gave me his number just to be nice. I mean, he has my number too, so why should I call him first? I don't want to look too eager or anything. "I don't know," Mitchie said simply.

"Well, you should call him back before he gets the wrong idea," Connie said lightly, pouring some rice in a pot on the stove.

Mitchie's eyes widened. "Call him back? Mom, I haven't spoken to Shane for three days."

Connie stirred the pot. "You're father forgot to tell you, didn't he?"

"Uhh, yeah! Obviously," Mitchie's heart began to beat faster. Shane called for me! Shane called for me... and I wasn't here. Great. "When did he call?"

"Yesterday, while you were walking Mrs. Miller's dog. I was leaving for the store and your father answered the phone. I heard him say "Shane" and I figured he'd let you know that he called when you got back," Connie shrugged. "Sweetie, don't get too mad at your father about this. You know how swamped he is at the store these days. It must have just slipped his mind."

"I know," Mitchie sighed. "I just don't want to call him back and not have any idea what he wanted in the first place."

"Well," Connie began, "You'll never know unless you call him. You'll want to do that soon, by the way. We're leaving for Grandma's tomorrow, remember?"

"Yeah, I know," Mitchie nodded. She left the kitchen and went back to her room. This is just great. A cute, sweet, famous rock star called my house and I wasn't even here for it. What if he was calling to tell me something important, like he was leaving for Hawaii and he only had ten minutes before his plane left and he won't be back for three months? "Okay, not likely, but still," Mitchie told herself. She reached for the phone, but she still couldn't make up her whether to call him or not...

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