A/N: In my excitement for my other two stories I'm working on I kind of just forgot this one. Sorry. I'll try to update and finish this soon, but my other two are priorities over this still. So it'll probably take a bit longer for this one to be updated still. Well, this isn't terribly long at all, but here's chapter three.

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.


"Yes!" I cheered. "Another strike! I'm kicking your butt!"

"Not for long," Nate grinned, stepping up to the lane.

I was having so much fun. I was pretty sure Nate wasn't trying his hardest, but he wasn't making himself look horrible either so I'd let it slide. I was having a good time and that's all that really mattered to me. I watched as Nate went up and threw the ball, not moving until it rolled down the lane and knocked down half the pins before jumping up and cheering again.

"Yes! You've got no chance of beating me now! The only way you can win is if my next one's five pins or less. And let's face it, the only time I got less then five pins was when someone decided to sneak up and scare me as I was throwing the ball."

"Who would do such a thing?" Nate asked in mock outrage.

"Some lunatic with crazy hair," I smirked back at him.

"You're a funny one Mitchie," he shook his head at me. "Just wait until I finish my turn before you brag." I just grinned back cheekily as he grabbed his ball to try and knock down the rest of his pins. He got them all and I pretended to pout as he smirked over at me. "Hey I'm gonna go get a drink, you want something?"

"A water would be cool thanks," I smiled at him. "And actually, I'm going to just run to the bathroom while you're gone. So if you make it back before me don't think I ran away."

"Oh please," he rolled his eyes. "You're having way too much fun gloating to leave."

"Too true," I grinned, grabbing my purse and heading towards the bathroom. I could hear him chuckling as I walked away. Once inside the bathroom, which was thankfully empty, I pulled out my cell phone. Caitlyn would be sitting on the couch in my apartment wondering what the hell happened to me. It only rang twice before Caitlyn was talking into the phone.

"Mitchie? Where are you?"

"Go home Cait. I won't be back for a while."

"Oh?" she asked suggestively.

"It's not like that you perv!" I laughed. "And you say the guys are such pervs."

"Well what're you doing then? I thought you were only going to dinner."

"I'm bowling."

"Really?" I could hear the smile in my best friend's voice and was glad I could put it there.

"Yeah. I'm having a lot of fun," I spoke softly. "I'm not sure when I'll be back anymore so don't bother waiting for me. Go back home to Jason and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Promise you'll call me first thing?" Caitlyn said seriously.

"I promise," I rolled my eyes.

"I'm really glad you're enjoying yourself Mitchie. Now go have a ton more fun!"

"Bye Cait, and thanks for your help earlier."

Caitlyn laughed. "Glad you didn't wear the jeans and sweater to dinner?"

"You have no idea."

"Good luck babe!"

"Talk to you later Cait."

I smiled as I hung up the phone. With a quick fix up in the mirror and a grin at myself I slipped back out the bathroom door to go back to Nate, my date. When I reached our lane I froze for a second. Nate was there, but so were a bunch of girls who looked maybe a few years younger then myself, obviously fans. I wasn't entirely sure if I should go up and interrupt or just wait until they were done to make my reappearance. Nate answered that for me by looking up and spotting me before waving me back over.

"Hey," I smiled sliding in the open space beside him. "What's going on?"

"Just some girls who wanted pictures and autographs, you don't mind do you? It won't be long."

"Absolutely not!" I said quickly. "I'll even take the pictures if you want me to!"

"Thanks Mitchie," he smiled.

I watched as he signed various slips of paper and smiled for numerous camera flashes. He looked genuinely happy to be interacting with his fans, which pleased me greatly. Shane had often been annoyed when we would be out and fans would interrupt us. And though on the more romantic dates it also bugged me, when we were simply out bowling or just having a good time I didn't mind taking a few minutes away from our date to make someone else's night. The fact that Nate seemed to think the same thing just put me in an even better mood.

I looked up to our scores on the screen overhead and caught sight of the numbers on the little digital clock in the corner. It was almost time for the bowling alley to close. And then I'd have to go home. I still wasn't ready for that, even though it was now almost one in the morning. I laughed at the absurdity. I hadn't even wanted to go to dinner, and now I was upset that I'd have to go home soon. Who would have thought I'd have such a good time out with Nate? Certainly not me. The whole time I've known him I can't recall once ever having been out with just him. I always thought it would be uncomfortable. If it could have been like this all along though I kind of wish I'd gotten to know him better sooner. And it's especially weird because as long as I had known him, I didn't even know him that well. Just like what he had been, my boyfriend's – or exboyfriend's – friend. The boy my friend very briefly crushed on before getting to know a different boy and falling for him. A boy who, as far as I was concerned, would be a work obsessed bore. And who really knows, I could have been totally right, but he definitely wasn't like that right now.

When the last fan left Nate turned back to me smiling. "Thanks, I know it sucks to be interrupted."

"It's not a big deal at all," I smiled back. He nodded.

"I just like to do what I can for them you know? If it weren't for them we never would have even gotten so big let alone stayed so big for as long as we've managed. Everyone expected our fans to grow out of us, but they grew with us more. So I give back when I can."

"That's probably the most amazing thing I've ever heard," I beamed at him.

"Thanks," he blushed lightly. "Ready to finish kicking my butt?"

"Oh you know it."


When Nate pulled up outside of my apartment building at quarter to two in the morning I was still reluctant to get of the car. Not giving me the option however, Nate turned it off and got out before walking around to open my door for me. I smiled and his forever present manners and thanked him.

"I had a really great time Nate," I said as he walked me the short distance to the door. "Thanks for suckering me into coming out."

"No problem Mitchie," he smiled. "I'm glad I could get you out and having fun. It's been so long since I've even seen you laughing like you were tonight."

"I never really had a reason to laugh," I shrugged. "Tonight I did."

Nate looked back to his car and was quiet for a moment before looking me in the eye. "Would you like to go out again tomorrow night?"

My insides fluttered excitedly at the idea of another night out with him. "On a date or as friends?"

"On a date," he said firmly.

"I'd love to," I smiled. He smiled back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll call you tomorrow with the details?" he offered.

"Sounds great," I agreed.

In a surprisingly confident moment, he leaned in and gave me a hug and left a lingering kiss on my cheek before stepping away and shooting me a crooked smile. "Goodnight Mitchie. I'll call you."

I'm sure I most have mumbled some form of goodnight before opening the door and venturing inside, but I can't really be positive. I was too giddy to pay any attention to details like that. The first thing I did once my apartment door was shut behind me was move to inhale the scent of my Lilies. I flitted around until my excited energy wore off and I finally collapsed in my bed, exhausted. And for the first time in over a year I went to bed with a genuine smile on my face.