A/N: Thank you so much for the review and the favorites and follows! That first chapter was one of my favorites of this story. Keep letting me know what you think! This story is already completely written so I should be able to update frequently, barring real life. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Separate Lives

20-year-old, Jason Kevin White woke up to the alarm blaring in his ear. He sighed and turned it off sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He put his glasses on and turned to look at his calendar. March 30th stared back at him. He knew March 30th was important he just didn't know why. That happened a lot to Jason so he was used to it. Jason had retrograde amnesia and had had it since he was five years old. Jason didn't remember anything before he woke up in the hospital not knowing who he was. He could remember how to do things but couldn't remember who his parents were, if he had any siblings, even his own name. After he'd been released from the hospital he'd been placed in a foster home with the White's who had immediately fallen in love with the little boy who acted oddly to most people. Jason would do things and not know why he was doing them; it was common place around the White household. Jason climbed out of bed and headed to get ready for the day. He put his contacts in and dressed in black skinny jeans, a black button down and his black boots. He had already straightened his hair so he flipped it out of his eyes and headed down stairs for breakfast. His parents and his girlfriend Peggy were sitting downstairs at the table. "Good morning sweetheart," his mother, Kelly said.

"Morning Mom, breakfast looks delicious as always," Jason said sitting down next to Peggy and kissing her on the side of the head. "And you look beautiful today," he told Peggy who blushed.

"You look great too. Although I have to wonder what's up with all the black today," Peggy replied. Jason shrugged.

"Felt like I had to today," he told her and she nodded used to his odd behavior. The two ate breakfast and stood up. Both had classes to get to. Jason had stayed living at home while he went a local university for music education. Peggy was going to school for management. The joke was that Jason was going to become the superstar and she'd be his manager. Jason thought that'd never happen. Sure he could play guitar well and could sing but he wasn't a lead singer kind of guy, he was a harmony kind of guy. Peggy and Jason had met when they were children as they were neighbors and had been friends until High School when Jason had worked up the nerve to ask her to homecoming their freshman year. The two had been a couple ever since.

Jason drove them to class in his Prius. "So did you hear from the camp yet?" Peggy asked him.

"Nope but I wasn't expecting to till this week. You haven't heard from them have you?" he asked and she shook her head.

"I don't know how you convinced me to do this," she said jokingly and Jason rolled his eyes.

"You love music, don't deny it. Camp Rock is all about music. You may want to be a manager but you have an amazing talent for music," Jason replied. Peggy smiled at him.

"You're not so bad yourself Mr. Guitar Hero," she said and he laughed. "I'm serious, someday your music is going to be noticed and I'll be so proud when it happens." Jason pulled his car into the school parking lot. Another day of schooling and wondering what he was missing.

Nathaniel Nicholas Black was awakened by his foster brother shaking his shoulders. "Nate wake up!" he said seriously.

"What Chris?" Nate snapped back due to his low levels. Mornings were never good for Nate.

"You're going to be late and you still need to make breakfast or Jarred's going to kill you," Chris told him and Nate glanced at the clock before jumping up. Chris was right, Nate was really late. Nate quickly dressed in his usual dark clothing and grabbed his back pack, shoving his books, including his songbook, in quickly. He ran downstairs and started breakfast for his foster parents. The Corrin's weren't the worst house he'd even been in. No, Nate still had scars from the worst of them. But they weren't good either. They told the children they fostered that they had to earn their keep and since Nate was the only one tall enough to reach the stove he was the one who got assigned cooking duty. Truth be told Nate didn't mind cooking because he would get to make sure he ate so his levels didn't get too terrible.

Nate was diabetic. He'd been diagnosed when he was 10 and passed out in school. If Nate hadn't been adoptable before he certainly wasn't now. Nate had been in foster care since he was a little under a year old. His family had been involved in a wreck that he didn't remember due to his age. He knew his parent's had been either killed or been unable to take care of him and thus he ended up in the foster system. He knew he had two siblings and they'd been separated for some reason. He hoped his siblings had been adopted because he didn't want them to go through this juggling act that he was a part of. He hated his current life but there was nothing he could do to change it. Nate had spent all of his life being shuffled from one home to the next. He knew no one would ever care about him and couldn't wait the 2 ½ years until he turned 18 and could get out of this broken system.

Nate quickly finished making breakfast and set it on the table as his foster parents came down. "Good, you're actually done with breakfast on time for once," Jarred spat and Nate nodded timidly. He knew that he didn't want to argue with Jarred. Nate had learned at young age that it never ended well and he would regret it later.

Nate grabbed his bag and headed for the bus. Just as he made it out the door he saw the date on the calendar, March 30th. Nate felt the blood rush from his face. He knew from his social worker that this was the day that the accident had happened. Oh god, he thought before shaking his head and walking out the door. He really couldn't afford to be late again. He thought about his siblings, were they thinking of this day too? Did they mourn this day like Nate did? He only hoped that they were thinking of him too and wishing things could be different. Why would they care about me no one else does? He thought miserably as he walked to the bus stop. Little did Nate know but there was one young man who thought of him every morning and every night and was doing everything he could to find him.

Shane Joseph Gray awoke to the sunlight on his face. Normally he'd be getting ready for school but today was an important day. It was March 30th the day his life changed forever, the day he'd lost his family. It was also the day he always visited his biological mother in her group home. Shane quickly dressed in black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt and added his trademark black leather jacket. He slipped on his converse and straightened his hair before heading downstairs to grab breakfast. "Good Morning Shane," his adoptive mother Rachel said and Shane smiled at her grabbing the toast she had set on the counter.

"Morning Ma," Shane replied.

"Heading to see Denise this morning?" she asked and Shane nodded. "Alright I'll call you in."

"Thanks Ma," Shane said eating the last of his toast.

"You're bringing Mitchie with you?" Rachel asked and Shane shrugged. Mitchie Torres was Shane's best friend. Mitchie was two years younger than Shane the same age as Nate. Shane knew that's what initially drew him to her. They had both gone to a camp called Camp Rock three years ago and where Mitchie was the mysterious girl that Tess Tyler (camp mean girl) had taken under her wing. Shane was the camp director's nephew and although he was popular most people just tried to use him because of his Uncle. Mitchie had caught Shane's eye from the moment he saw her but their friendship had begun when Mitchie had caught him playing guitar on the docks. Shane and Mitchie had found they had a lot in common and they both went to the same school. Mitchie had known who Shane was but Shane had felt bad that he didn't know who she was, even if she was younger than him. Shane helped Mitchie break away from Tess and be her own person and show the world what she was made of. At the end of the summer Mitchie had thought that Shane would just forget about her but when she went to school on the first day Shane had sought her out. The school had been in uproar but Shane didn't care, Mitchie was his friend and he would treat her as such. The two had been best friends ever since. Mitchie was the only person who knew that Shane was adopted and that his biological mother, Denise, was in a group home because she had a break down after the accident. He had even told her about his brothers and how he wanted to find them. Shane had begun looking but it was hard work. Shane wasn't going to give up though, he had promised them and he stuck to his promises.

Shane grabbed his phone and was about to dial Mitchie's number when his phone started to ring. "Hey Mitch, I was just about to call you," Shane answered with a smile.

"Well I know how important today is so I thought I'd call and see when we were going to see Denise," Mitchie replied. Shane's grin widened. Rachel shook her head. That boy was head over heels in love with Mitchie but Rachel knew he'd never admit it.

"I was thinking of heading over there as soon as I can pick you up," Shane replied grabbing his keys.

"Well I'm ready to go when you are," Mitchie said and the two said goodbye before hanging up.

"I'm out Ma, I'll be back later," Shane said to his mother giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Say hello to Mitchie and Denise for me," Rachel said and Shane nodded heading out to his Honda Accord. It may not be the nicest car in the world but it was his and he had worked hard to get it. His parent's didn't have a ton of money and Shane had been taught to work for whatever he wanted, from his guitar to the car. Shane pulled out of the driveway and headed to Mitchie's house. Mitchie bounded out of the house when he pulled in and jumped into his car.

"Your mom ok with you skipping today?" Shane asked pulling out of the driveway.

"Yeah, she didn't care. She knows how much today means to you and that I wasn't about to leave you alone. I'm a good student and it's only one day," Mitchie replied. Shane nodded and the two drove to the group home. The two walked up to the door and Shane rang the doorbell.

"Shane, Mitchie, it's wonderful to see you both," Angela the Social Worker and the woman who ran the house said letting them in. "Denise is in the sun room waiting for you. She asked to wear her best dress today because she knew you were coming," Angela told them and Shane gave her a disbelieving stare. "I know I thought the same thing but she really did. She keeps saying her son is coming, her son is coming." Shane grinned.

"That's awesome! She's making progress then?" Shane asked and Angela smiled.

"Some, it's still difficult to get her to function without cues but this is the most animated I've seen her since she moved in. I believe your visits have something to do with that," she told him and Mitchie squeezed Shane's hand that she was holding. "I'll leave you to it but just let me know when you're leaving." Shane nodded and the two walked into the sun room. Denise Black was wearing a black, short sleeve dress and was staring out the window.

"Hey Mom," Shane said and Denise glances over at him. Shane smiled at her and Denise tipped her head.

"Your hair is longer," she said softly and Shane nodded.

"I've been growing it out," he told her.

"I like it short," she told him and he grinned.

"You and every other adult in my life," he replied with a chuckle. "You remember Mitchie right?"

"Hi Mrs. Black," Mitchie greeted.

"Denise, my names Denise," Denise corrected her in a monotone voice.

"Ok Denise," Mitchie agreed. Shane and Mitchie sat on the couch across from Denise's chair.

"How you been Mom?" Shane asked and Denise looked out the window.

"When are they going to come?" Denise asked and Shane frowned in confusion.

"Who?"

"My sons, they should be coming today," she said and Shane's face fell. He had really hoped she had accepted that he was her son.

"Your sons?" Mitchie asked.

"Yes, Jason and my baby Nathaniel. Shane is always here but I miss my other sons," Denise said sounding a little bit more alive than she had earlier. The doctors had told Shane that it was like her emotions had been disconnected and she just didn't seem to care about anything. This was promising progress.

"I miss them too," Shane told her softly. "I'm trying to find them mom but it's been difficult." Mitchie squeezed his hand in support.

"Promise me you'll keep looking?" Denise asked hopefully.

"I'll never stop looking for as long as I live," Shane promised.

"Good, this day won't be as hard once all my boys are here with me," Denise said and Shane felt shock tear through him. His mother had never acknowledged this day as the day of the accident. In fact she never seemed to know any time or place. Maybe she really was getting better. The three chatted for a while longer and then Shane kissed his mother's cheek.

"I love you Mom," he told her softly.

"I love you too Danger," she replied softly using his childhood nickname. Shane walked from the room in a daze. Today had been such a weird visit. After conversing with Angela about the progress the two headed back out and headed to their last stop of the day, the cemetery. Shane walked out to his father's grave.

"Hey Dad, I know I haven't been out in a while but it's been busy because I graduate in May and I'm trying to decide what I want to do. I'm thinking of going to school for English and Music performance. I know you'd love that since you were writing your own music and you wrote that amazing lullaby when I was little," Shane paused to collect himself and Mitchie squeezed his hand in support. "I'm trying to find them, but it's slow going. I will not give up though, I promise. Mom's good but I know she misses you and them. Sometimes I wonder why I go since I can't make her better but I won't abandon her. I know the other two can't remember and so it's my job to take care of her. And I will, no matter what. I love you Dad." Shane stood and blinked back tears. Even after all these years it was still hard to come here. "Come on Mitch, let's go home." He felt a renewed desire to find his brothers. And he would, he just knew it.

A/N: And here's the first real chapter of the story. Let me know what you think!