omg! i can't believe the response i got for the first chapter! i've never had that many reviews for just the first chapter! and they were all good ones! thanks sooooooooooooo much guys! you rock!!
sorry this took a little while. i had the first half written down in a notebook so i had to copy it onto the computer and then i had to add a lot of stuff at the end cuz the chapter was too short without it.
speaking of which, wow! REALLY long chapter!! lol! 4,233 words!! i don't think i've ever written a chapter this long before!! so i hope you guys like it!
anyways, i don't think this is exactly how you expected this chapter to go but i hope you still like it! haha! enjoy!

Mitchie sat on her bed, her phone pressed to her ear. She needed to talk to Shane before he did something stupid.

"Hey, you've reached Shane. I'm not here right now so leave a message. Oh, and if this is Mitchie, I'm sorry I missed your call. I love you baby girl!"

The beep sounded in her ear and Mitchie began her message.

"Are you insane!? Baby, I know it's hard being apart but I can't let you disappoint so many people. I'd feel awful. I wanna see you just as much as you wanna see me but you can't just leave your tour. Please call me back so we can talk about this. I love you."

She hung up and sighed. 'I swear, my boyfriend's an idiot!'

Camp Rock

Shane tried desperately to block out his friends' calls. But it was no use. Their constant banging on his dressing room door and their yelling and screaming was really giving him a headache.

"Shane, open the damn door!" Nate yelled.

"Ok, would you two go away!?" Shane cried.

"Not until we talk about the stupid stunt your about to pull!" Nate shot back.

Shane sighed before unlocking the door. Nate and Jason entered the room.

"Ok. Go ahead," Shane said.

"Dude, you've officially gone insane if you think you can just leave. Mitchie's right. You'll disappoint a lot of people and –"

"Wait, Mitchie said something? When?" Shane asked.

"About an hour ago," Nate informed. "She called and left a message on your cell."

"And you listened to it?"

"Don't look at me. Jason was the one who listened."

"Hey, I thought I was being nice," Jason defended.

"By listening to my messages?" Shane questioned.

"No by hiding from you the fact that Mitchie thinks you should stay," Jason corrected.

"Can I just have my phone? Please?" Shane asked.

Nate pulled Shane's phone from his pocket and handed it to him. Shane quickly dialed Mitchie's number.

"Hey Shane. Did you get my message?" Mitchie asked when she answered.

"Uh…kinda," Shane replied.

"Kinda? What do you mean 'kinda'?"

"Well…" Shane glanced at Nate and Jason. "Let's just say I have very nosey friends."

"Jason?"

"Jason."

Mitchie giggled. "Well, did he tell you what I said?" she questioned.

"He gave me a nice summary of it," Shane replied.

"Ok, um, well…" Mitchie bit her lower lip. Why was it suddenly awkward?

"You don't want me to come home, do you?" Shane asked.

"No! No, no, no! No, I want you to come home. Just…not now," Mitchie replied.

Shane sighed. "I just can't take this anymore," he admitted.

"I know it's hard. But you promised we'd make it work," Mitchie pointed out.

"I did promise that, didn't I?"

Mitchie giggled. "Yeah you did."

"Well, I keep my promises. So we're gonna make this work no matter what," Shane stated.

Mitchie smiled.

"Ok, Shane, wrap it up," Nate called.

Shane rolled his eyes. "I really hate my friends," he complained.

Mitchie giggled. "Not much longer," she pointed out.

"One more month."

"Just one more month. Think you can handle that?"

Shane looked at his friends, who were bickering with each other. Again.

"Guys!" Shane yelled.

"Sorry," they said together.

Shane chuckled. "I might crack before then," he stated.

"They can't be that bad," Mitchie assured.

"Oh trust me. They are," Shane argued.

"Whatever, rockstar."

Shane laughed. "So, I guess I'll see ya in a month," he said.

"Yeah. Just one month." Mitchie sighed.

"I love you," Shane said quietly.

"I love you too," Mitchie returned.

They both hung up, tears in their eyes.

Just one more month.

Two weeks later

"Ugh!"

Mitchie plopped down in her chair in the food court as she and her camp best friend Caitlyn Gellar went shopping. Of course, people were recognizing her as 'Shane Gray's girlfriend' and she wasn't too happy about it. She also wasn't happy that she'd barely been surviving the last two weeks. After her conversation with Shane, she realized that the only thing she wanted at that very moment was to be in his arms. Unfortunately, she knew that wouldn't happen and it just hurt more.

"Someone's in a bad mood," Caitlyn commented as she sat down across from Mitchie.

Mitchie looked at her and pouted. "Ya think!?" she snapped.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Mitchie, calm down. Everything's gonna be fine," she assured.

"Cait, I miss him," Mitchie stated yet again.

"I know. You've said it about a million times already. You think this is only hard for you? What about me?"

"Caitlyn, I'm sorry. I –"

Caitlyn shook her head. "It's cool. Guess we both have something to mope over now."

Mitchie nodded.

On the last day of camp, Nate had asked Caitlyn out. She wasn't exactly sure how they were going to make it work since they'd only met the night before when they were interrupting Shane and Mitchie's canoe ride but he promised he wouldn't forget her and said they'd have their first official date once he got back. It hurt her too since she liked him a lot but knew it hurt Mitchie more because she was actually in love with Shane. Thing was, she was sick of hearing Mitchie complain.

"So have you talked to Nate at all?" Mitchie asked.

Caitlyn shrugged, though she was glad to be on a subject other than Shane. "A little. Not as much as I wish. He's always busy," she explained.

Mitchie nodded. "It's gotta be even harder for you," she stated.

Caitlyn gave her a confused look. "How could it be harder for me? You're the one who's in love. I just like him," she pointed out.

"You barely saw him. I spent all summer with Shane. I would just think it'd be harder for you," Mitchie said.

Caitlyn shook her head and replied, "I'm not the one in love."

Mitchie blushed deeply and looked down at the floor. "Is it that obvious?" she questioned, glancing up at Caitlyn, who giggled and nodded. "Yeah, it is."

Mitchie groaned and banged her head down on the table. "Why does love have to be so confusing?" she mumbled.

Caitlyn sighed. "Does Shane know?"

Mitchie straightened back up. "Does Shane know what?"

"That you're in love with him. I mean, that's a pretty big step from just loving someone," Caitlyn pointed out.

Sighing, Mitchie replied, "No, he doesn't. I don't know if I should tell him, though. I mean, I haven't known him that long. I don't wanna freak him out or anything," she admitted.

"You're not gonna freak him out," Caitlyn assured.

"How do you know?"

"Cause the only time someone would give up something as important to them as a tour would be if they were in love."

Mitchie smiled brightly. "You really think he's in love with me?" she questioned.

"There's only one way to find out," Caitlyn stated with a shrug.

Mitchie sighed.

Camp Rock

Upset was a loose term to describe how Shane Gray had been feeling the last two weeks. He'd been acting downright depressed. Before every show, he'd barely eat anything and hardly put any effort into rehearsals. During the show, he tried to act as cheerful as possible but it was quite obvious there was something wrong with him. After the show, he'd change and crawl into bed, not saying a word. That happened everyday and Jason and Nate learned to just deal with the attitude. Dave, however, wasn't happy.

Shane woke up and dragged himself out of bed and into the kitchen area, where Nate and Jason were already eating their breakfast. He plopped down in the seat next to Jason and placed his chin in his hands, his elbows on the table. His hair was a mess, sticking up everywhere, and he still looked exhausted.

Jason set a hand on Shane's shoulder, rubbing it lightly as Nate said, "Hey, man. You ok?"

Shane looked at him. "Do I look ok?" he snapped.

Jason shook his head. "No. You look like you haven't slept in days," he pointed out.

"Cause I kinda haven't," Shane admitted.

Nate sighed. "Look, Shane, I know this is the last thing you wanna hear right now but do you realize how much this is hurting the band? Hurting you?" he questioned.

Shane sighed exasperatedly and tried to stand up but Jason grabbed onto him and pulled him back into his seat.

"Come on, man. Talk to us," Nate begged.

"There's nothing to talk about," Shane replied.

"Actually, there is."

The three boys looked over at the door to the bus and saw Dave walk in. Shane groaned inwardly and slammed his head down on the table. He had a feeling he knew what was coming. Jason rubbed Shane's back. Nate glared up at Dave, knowing he wasn't about to let 'some girl' ruin everything again.

"Shane, I think you know what this is about," Dave said as he came over to the boys.

Shane picked his head up and looked at Dave. "Yeah, I do know what this is about. And I don't give a shit about what you have to say," he snapped.

Dave seemed unfazed. "I could care less. We still need to talk," he said.

"You know what –"

Nate and Shane were shocked when Jason stood up. This was a first.

"All you've been doing ever since Shane and Mitchie got together is complaining. Just because things are different, you get pissed off. So Shane misses her. Big whoop! It's not like you've never missed someone before. All you ever do is care about the band. Well if you haven't noticed, this band probably wouldn't be where it is today if Shane had never met Mitchie. Everyone loves our new sound a lot more than they ever loved the old one. And that's all thanks to Mitchie. Knowing Shane, Mitchie's going to be around for a long time. So you can either get over it or leave."

By now, Shane, Nate, and Dave had their jaws on the floors and their eyes wide. That was the first time Jason ever stuck up for someone. Normally he sat back and spoke up when needed. But never had he actually taken a stand.

Dave cleared his throat, unsure of what to say. He looked at all three boys, allowing his gaze to linger on Shane. His eyes turned to slits when he looked at Jason before he left, slamming the bus door behind him.

Jason sat back down, not looking at either of the two boys who were currently staring at him with looks of pure disbelief on their faces. Was this still the airhead Jason he was before or did something happen to him over night?

"Ok, who are you and what have you done with Jason?" Nate asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Jason looked up, a small smile on his face.

"Dude, I have to say, I don't think I've ever been happier that you're part of this band," Shane stated.

"Yeah, well, I don't think you going deeper into this depression of yours was a good idea. Plus, that's my little sister he was about to trash yet again and I am seriously sick of all the complaining he's been doing," Jason admitted.

"We all are. And I think it's about time we did something about it," Nate said, standing up.

Shane and Jason watched Nate walk into the back of the bus, looks of confusion on their faces.

Camp Rock

Mitchie slipped the hood of Shane's sweatshirt over her head and placed her head on her arms as she sat at the kitchen table, watching TV as her mom made dinner.

"Mitchie, would you like some chicken?" Mrs. Torres asked.

Mitchie picked her head up and looked at her mom. "Sure," she replied.

Mrs. Torres smiled and continued cooking.

Mitchie turned back to the TV and saw Hot Tunes come on. She grabbed the remote and turned it up.

"Connect 3 might be in too deep now. Their manager is definitely not pleased with lead singer Shane Gray's attitude about being separated from his girlfriend, Mitchie Torres. He released a statement saying, 'Shane's attitude will be fixed. If not, stronger measures may have to be taken.' It's obvious that the Gray/Torres relationship is definitely taking its toll," the reporter announced.

Mitchie groaned and banged her head on the table. "I hate my life," she whined and hit her head again.

"Band member Nate Parker assured that the band is fine and Gray's relationship is not affecting them. But footage of a very irritable Shane putting little to no effort into one of their shows may just prove that to be very wrong," the reporter continued.

Mitchie hit her head yet again.

"Ok, stop that," Mrs. Torres scolded.

Picking her head up, Mitchie pulled her cell out of her pocket and began texting Caitlyn.

'Are you watching?'

Not too long later, Caitlyn's response came in.

'Oh yeah! My guess if Shane's going to be headlining news soon for beating the shit out of his manager!!'

'You think so?'

'I know so. That boy of yours isn't going to take any crap from that dude if he can help it.'

Mitchie didn't respond. She stared at her phone, debating whether to call Shane and talk to him about this. She didn't want the band to suffer just because he missed her. They both had to deal with enough crap from everyone. Having attitude issues towards everyone that passed you would only cause more problems.

Not wanting to hear his depressed voice as he tried desperately not to cry, Mitchie decided against calling him. She also didn't want to talk to him and then hang up minutes later with that empty feeling in her heart like she always had.

Mrs. Torres came over to her daughter, plates in hand, and sat down at the table. Mitchie poked at her food, suddenly not as hungry as she was a few minutes ago.

"Sweetie, I know you're not too happy about this but you still need to eat something," Mrs. Torres instructed.

Mitchie sighed. "I know. I know. I guess I'm just not as hungry anymore," she explained, pushing her peas around on her plate.

"Mitchie, please at least eat some of it."

Mitchie looked up at her mom. Mrs. Torres didn't want her to end up starving herself over this whole situation. And skipping dinner could very well start that. Mitchie knew she would hate herself for doing that. And Shane definitely wouldn't be happy.

Smiling lightly, Mitchie began eating. Upon taking the first few bites, she realized how hungry she really was and quickly finished the rest of her meal.

"So, honey, how 'bout you call Caitlyn and ask her if she'd like to spend the night," Mrs. Torres suggested as she and Mitchie cleaned the dishes. "We've got plenty of ice cream that we really need to get rid of and I'm sure the two of you could call the boys and talk to them."

Mitchie smiled. Calling Shane would be a lot easier if Caitlyn was there. That way, Nate could talk as well and even Jason if he wanted. "Sure. Sounds like fun," she replied.

They finished the dishes and Mitchie rushed upstairs to call Caitlyn.

"Duh! Of course I wanna come," Caitlyn replied when Mitchie invited her over.

"Cool. See ya soon."

"Bye Mitch Mitch!"

"Bye Cait Cait!"

The girls hung up and Mitchie got everything ready for an awesome sleepover. It was definitely what the two of them needed. Just the two of them, movies, and tons of ice cream.

Caitlyn was standing at the Torres front door about 20 minutes later. She rang the doorbell and eagerly waited for Mitchie to answer. When the front door was opened, Mitchie stood in the door frame wearing a pair of sweatpants and Shane's sweatshirt.

"Do you ever take that thing off?" Caitlyn asked as she entered the house.

Mitchie giggled and closed the door. "Yes, Caitlyn, I do," she replied.

Caitlyn smiled and placed her stuff in the living room where Mitchie had everything set up. "So, how much pizza and ice cream did you get?" she asked as she plopped down on the couch.

Mitchie joined her. "Too much for just the two of us," she explained.

"Good cause I'm hungry!" Caitlyn exclaimed and rushed into the kitchen.

Mitchie laughed and chased after her.

An hour later, both girls had eaten most of the pizza and were now sitting in the living room, eating ice cream and watching a scary movie. They had their blankets wrapped around their shoulders and their teddy bears clutched to their chests. What Mitchie wouldn't give to have Shane come up behind her and wrap his arms around her, holding her close to him and whispering in her ear that he would protect her. Just thinking about that caused her to relax.

When the movie was over, Caitlyn, her hands shaking, removed it from the DVD player and placed it back in its case.

"I am never watching that movie again," she complained as she sat back down next to Mitchie.

"Hey, do you wanna call the guys and say goodnight?" Mitchie questioned as she scooted closer to Caitlyn, who nodded. "Sure."

Mitchie smiled and pulled her phone out. She dialed Shane's number and put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Mitchie, what's up?" Shane greeted.

"Hey, Shaney!" both girls exclaimed before bursting into fits of giggles.

"Mitchie, who's with you?" Shane asked, chuckling.

"Caitlyn. We're having a sleepover. Is Nate with you?" Mitchie questioned.

"Sure, one sec." The girls could hear shuffling as Shane headed off to find Nate. Then they heard Shane yell, "Nate! Where are you!?"

"I'm back here!"

"Where's back here, you dumbass!?"

Mitchie and Caitlyn tried to stifle their giggles.

More shuffling was heard. The girls exchanged confused glances.

"Ow! Shit! Jason, move your crap out of the way!" Shane yelled.

"Well sorry!"

The girls laughed again. Same old Jason.

"What do you want, Shane!?"

"Mitchie and Caitlyn are on the phone!"

"Ow! Nate!"

"Out of my way, Jason!"

Shane started laughing.

"What was that about?" Mitchie asked.

"Well, I told him you two were on the phone and he started charging to the front of the bus so he could talk to Caitlyn," Shane explained.

Mitchie turned to Caitlyn and saw she was blushing deeply.

"Aw, Shaney! You just embarrassed her!" Mitchie squealed.

"Where did 'Shaney' come from?"

Mitchie and Caitlyn began laughing hysterically.

"Put it on speaker!"

"Nate's here," Mitchie whispered to Caitlyn, who blushed again.

"Ok, you guys are on speaker now," Shane informed.

"Hi guys!" came Nate's excited yet slightly out of breath voice.

The girls giggled. "Hi, Nate," they said together.

"Is that Mitchie and Caitlyn?" Jason asked excitedly. "Let me talk to 'em! Let me talk to 'em!"

"Someone wants to talk to you," Shane said.

"We noticed," Mitchie giggled.

"Hi, Mitchie! Hi Caitlyn!" Jason exclaimed.

"Hey, Jase!"

"How are you guys?"

"We're good. We'd be better if you guys would come home!" Mitchie cried.

"Hey! We're trying!" Nate defended.

Mitchie rolled her eyes playfully.

"Well, could you try a little but harder?" Caitlyn asked.

"We've been trying as hard as we could. It's been a really long few weeks," Nate explained.

"Shane's been depressed," Jason added.

"Shane!" Mitchie cried.

"What!? Can you blame me for missing you?" he asked.

"You can do that without becoming depressed," she pointed out.

Shane whacked Jason in the head. "Thanks, man. You just got me in trouble," he joked.

Taking it seriously, Jason asked, "What kinda guy gets in trouble with his girlfriend?"

The group laughed.

"So, how you two been holding up these last few weeks?" Shane asked.

"Eh, I've been ok but Mitchie won't stop complaining," Caitlyn replied.

"Hey! You complain too!" Mitchie defended.

"Not nearly as much as you," Caitlyn argued.

"Ok, guys!"

Caitlyn and Mitchie looked at the phone, where they could hear the guys laughing. They both pouted.

"Are you guys laughing at us?" Mitchie asked.

The laughter stopped and immediately, they heard the boys trying to defend themselves. Not being able to hold in their laughter, Mitchie and Caitlyn began laughing hysterically, nearly falling off the couch.

"Ok, that was not cool," Nate complained.

"We're sorry Nate. We love you," Mitchie cooed.

"But you love me more, right?" Shane asked.

Mitchie rolled her eyes. "Goodnight, boys," she said.

"Night!" they all yelled back.

Laughing, they hung up.

"I think that's the best conversation we've ever had with them," Caitlyn commented as Mitchie set her phone aside.

Nodding, Mitchie let out a laugh. "Nate was definitely excited to talk to you," she teased.

Caitlyn blushed. "Shut up," she whined.

Mitchie giggled. "I think we should probably go to bed now," she suggested.

Caitlyn nodded and they both climbed into their sleeping bags and feel asleep.

Two weeks later

Mitchie woke up one morning, too tired to realize the date. She'd been up late last night talking to Shane. They talked until about three in the morning when Nate got tired of it and made Shane hang up. And now, Mitchie was too tired to even move, let alone get out of bed.

She checked the clock and saw it was nearly 11. She groaned and rolled over.

Her phone rang and she nearly screamed. She grabbed it off her bedside table and answered bitterly. "Hello?"

"Someone's just a bit tired," came Caitlyn's voice.

"Sorry, Caitlyn. I was up late," Mitchie stated as she sat up.

"Up late talking to your boy toy?" Caitlyn guessed.

"You know me all too well," Mitchie giggled.

Caitlyn let out a light chuckle. "So what are you and the fam doing today?" she questioned.

Realization dawned on Mitchie. It was Christmas. "No idea," she replied as she pushed the covers off herself and climbed out of bed.

"Come on. You guys must have something planned," Caitlyn urged.

"I'm sure my parents have something but I don't know what it is," Mitchie stated.

Caitlyn nodded. "So, you wanna hang out tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure. Sounds good."

"Cool. I'll call ya later. Love ya, Mitch Mitch!"

"Love ya, Cait Cait!"

The girls hung up and Mitchie picked up Shane's sweatshirt off the floor and slid it over her head. Caitlyn had a point. She barely ever took the thing off.

Mitchie made her way downstairs where her parents were sitting in the living room.

"Bout time you woke up," Mr. Torres commented as Mitchie entered the room.

Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"Sweetie, there's something I have to tell you about Shane," Mrs. Torres began.

"What about Shane?" Mitchie walked over to her mom and sat down beside her on the couch.

"Um…he called earlier and said his tour has been extended and he won't be home for a few more months," Mrs. Torres explained.

Tears came to Mitchie's eyes. She blinked and they fell down her face.

"I'm so sorry, Mitchie," Mrs. Torres said, stroking Mitchie's hair.

"No. It's-It's fine. Um… can we just, you know, open presents? Get my mind off of it," Mitchie asked.

Mrs. Torres nodded. "Go ahead, sweetie."

Mitchie got off the couch and sat down in front of the Christmas tree. She began opening presents.

Camp Rock

"She's so gonna kill you," Nate whispered.

"Shut up," Shane hissed.

"I mean, this stunt probably ruined her Christmas," Nate continued as if Shane hadn't spoken.

"I said shut up!" Shane repeated.

"Both of you cool it!"

"Sorry, Cait."

Caitlyn rolled her eyes.

This better work.

Camp Rock

Mitchie finished opening her presents and sighed. Not once could she take her mind off the fact that she still couldn't see Shane.

"Hang on, Mitchie. There's one more," Mr. Torres stated.

Mitchie looked up at him and he handed her a small, square present. She quickly unwrapped it and found a box inside. When she opened the box, she saw a beautiful heart-shaped locket. She pulled it from the box and opened it. Inside was the picture of her and Shane she had in her locker. She read the inscription and smiled.

'Shane and Mitchie Forever'

"Mom, dad…"

"Don't' look at us," Mrs. Torres interrupted.

"Shane had it made. We gave him the picture," Mr. Torres explained. "Now, there should be a card in there."

Mitchie looked inside the box and saw a small card at the bottom. She pulled it out and read Shane's messy handwriting.

'Turn around.'

i have a thing for cliffhangers. you'll come to notice that. lol! so, are you just dieing to know what Mitchie's little Christmas surprise is? or is it obvious? maybe it's not. maybe it's something completely random you never expected! hmmmm...guess you'll have to wait to find out! lol! i know! i'm evil! lol!
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