A/N I had 16 emails from . And 15 of them were from you guys. Thanks. Everyone. I had homework. Sorry its late.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock (But I so wish I did)

Shane's POV

I stormed off back to my cabin. I slammed the already broken door. I broke it 6th week in. Every since I've had to put a fly screen over my bed. I pulled my draws out and began filling my suitcases. I had 3. One was black and very large. One was small and black. One was medium and brown.

Once I had finished packing I looked at my watch. 20 mintues have past since Final Jam. I walked round looking for dumb ass and loser. It wasn't that hard to find Dumb ass. Look for Birds is all.

I saw Jason talking to Peggy. I walked over to the two. "Hey Egg boy" I said.

Peggy raised an eyebrow in confusion. "BIRD BOY!" Jason yelled. Why on earth? I do not know. Better get used to it. Jason never talks softly. Hang on. Who am I talking to? Great. 1. I keep hearing a girl sing in my head. 2. I'm talking to this imaginary girl. 3. I can't flirt with a girl in my head!

Peggy smiled. "I'll see you outside the mess hall at 9 tomorrow." Peggy said she walked away. God… where was 'Her. Hang on I left my notepad back outside the Kitchen.

"See ya Jas." I said. I walked out of sight of everyone and ran for my life to find my Note book. If some one found it…..

As I reached the Kitchen I saw someone pick up my notebook. The person began flicking though the pages.

You know what I did? I didn't run. I didn't hide. No. I did the most manly thing in the world. I took a deep breath. I looked at the person. I made sure it was my book. It was.

I didn't know if it was a girl or a boy. But I did know that it didn't matter. No one mess's with Shane Grey. I am Shane Fucking Grey. I am. I rule. I will beat this guy up.

After a moment of prep talk I saw the person walk away with it. What? Hang on. There are actually walking away with it.

Don't they know its mine? That fat ass will pay. I walked behind the person. Great. They entered the Kitchen. Shane Grey doesn't go into the Kitchen. I went in once. And the mess…. WOW. I'm not going back.

So what does a manly man like myself do instead? I sit outside in the bushes waiting. I would wait forever if I had to. I would get my book back.

What's so special about my book? It isn't just any book. It's a man's diary. Its not a stupid girl diary. I write about stuff like my next concert. Or some loser fan that thinks we're married.

Totally Manly? I know.

Mitchtie's POV

I heard someone walking behind me. I made a run for it. I turned around once I knew that the person wasn't following anymore. It was Shane Grey. Oh My GOSH! Shane Grey.

Sierra will never believe it. I ran around towards my favorite spot at Camp. The canoes. I sat next to one in the little bit of sand that there was.

Nine minutes went past. I walked towards the Kitchen. My mom wanted to talk about next year. Already. I know. Its so weird.

But hey. You insult her. And your dead. Hang on. Who am I talking to? Myself? No. No. No. Can't be. Talking to yourself is the first sign of Madness. Mitchie Torres is not crazy. I'm not Crazy.

I saw a blue book on the path to the kitchen. I picked it up. I flicked though the book. Who's is it? Beats me. I'll kept it for now. I take it in my hand. As I keep walking up the path. I entered the Kitchen I put the book well its more of a note pad in my pocket.

After a good 5 minutes of mom talking about me performing more. Brown. Yes Brown Grey is in the Kitchen. He was looking round the room.

"I swear people have been saying Shane has been hanging out back." Brown said. Hang on. Shane Grey hanging near the Kitchen. Oh my Gosh. Have I said that already?

Well its true. Brown walked out the back. He must have seen someone.

"Shane Grey get in here now!" Brown yelled. My fist tighten. I took a deep breath.

"Mom. Can I go?" I asked. Please Please Please say yes.

"Mitchie don't you want to meet Shane?" Connie asked. NO! I yelled in my head.

Am I talking to much in my head? Shane walked in. I kept breathing. I had met him once. In this very room. Why did I keep meeting him here? I love cooking.

I don't even think he knows how to cook. "Hi I'm Shane and you are?" Shane asked.

Oh God. Oh God.

Not good. I began to not breath. But I managed to squeak "Mitchie Torres"

Shane's POV

I sat in the bushes. Brown called my name. Great. Hang on. That girl 'her' she was the same girl in the kitchen in the begging of camp.

I walked into the kitchen. I looked around. Hang on. The Girl. The Girl. 'Her!' "Hi I'm Shane and you are?" I asked. I hope she answers. Then I have my mystery girl.

She spoke so quietly I only got her first name "Mitchie" I could work with that.

I smiled. "Have I seen you round here?" I asked.

"Yea….." The rest was to hard to make out. She was mumbling. Gah. I need more. I need her address. Her song book,

"I believe you have my book" I said. Looking at the blue note pad hanging out of her pocket. She sighed. And handed it to me. The older lady must have said something because she ran out.

I walked round behind. I overheard Mitchie's conversation with someone.

She seemed upset.

A/N Sorry for the short update. But its 8:24pm. And well. I have big day at School tomorrow. Still have homework. And worst of all. Studying. I'll have a big update after school tomorrow.