Thanks for all who reviewed, favorite and alerted :D sooo, here's chapter threeeeee

Disclaimer: I don't own camp rock

"Mitchie, will you hurry up already?" Shane asked sounding annoyed as he tapped his foot and repeatedly checked the time on his cell phone.

"You don't have to wait for me you know," Mitchie said as she hopped on one foot, trying to put her converse on.

"We'll, it's dark. I'm not about to let a girl go out without someone there to protect her," Shane said dramatically, putting his hand over his heart.

"Yeah, ok," Mitchie said, finally slipping the shoe on. "Why are you being so nice all of a sudden?"

"I thought we were going to start all over," Shane said innocently, looking at her confused. "Isn't that what you told me?"

Mitchie stood up straight. "Well, yeah, but like I said, you don't need to wait for me. It's not like I'm going to get kidnapped and raped. I promise. Who would do that anyway?"

"Guys with raging hormones," Shane said simply. "Now, let's go. I'm going to be dead on the floor, starved, by the time you get done."

"Oh shut up," Mitchie said and grinned at the thought. "Though, that wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Shane's eyes widened. "W-what?"

Mitchie laughed and grabbed her hoodie. "I'm only teasing," she said as she walked past him and out the door. She looked behind her and met his eyes. "Don't worry, you won't wake up to see me standing over you with a knife." She laughed again and ran off to the mess hall.

Mitchie walked through the doors and stopped in her tracks. She looked around, the memories of her high school cafeteria washed over her. She would sit by her only friend Sierra, nobody busting their butts to sit with them. Mitchie sighed softly and got in line for food.

"Hey look! It's Shane Grey!" a girl shouted.

Mitchie jumped and dropped her plate. She gasped softly as the spaghetti sauce splashed up on her. People around her laughed loudly. Feeling her face turn red, she bent down and scooped the spaghetti back onto her plate. Without meeting anybody's eyes, she threw her food away. Not saying a word, Mitchie left the mess hall and headed back to the cabin.

"Mitchie, wait, you don't need to leave," Shane said as he followed her out.

Mitchie ignored him and took off at a run, changing directions towards the lake instead. She came to a stop at the end of the dock. She sighed and sat down on the edge. Taking her converse socks off she let her feet dangle in the water. The cool water felt good on her bare feet. She smiled sadly, looking to her side. A canoe attached to the dock bobbed in the water beside her. She sighed as she scooted over so that her feet touched the bottom of the boat. Making sure the canoe didn't go anywhere, she got in and grabbed a paddle.

"Mitchie, don't go out there."

Mitchie looked up and saw Shane. "Why?"

"Because I'll only just swim out there," Shane said shrugging.

Mitchie removed the rope that held here there. "Prove it," she said and pushed off. As she came to the middle of the lake, she felt a sudden peace. She sighed and sprawled out so that she was lying on the bottom of the boat comfortably. She knew he wouldn't do what he said. Why would he? He didn't know her and they just barely met. What confused her most was his actions earlier. Why would someone who didn't want to share a cabin so bad even try to become friendly?

Mitchie groaned as she felt the beginning of a headache begin. She checked her cell phone and sighed softly as she saw it was after midnight. She sat up and peddled back to shore.

"You're back," Shane said as she walked through the door. He sat on his bed cross-legged, his guitar on the end of the bed.

"Obviously," Mitchie said as she rummaged through her dresser for a pair of pjs. She pulled out a pair of sweats and a tank top. "Why are you still up?" she asked as she headed for the bathroom.

"Making sure you got back. For all I know you could have fallen into the lake and drowned," Shane said shrugging. "But I guess that would have meant that I would have the cabin to myself."

"Ouch," Mitchie said as she closed the bathroom door. She slipped into her pajamas and went back out. Shane sat in the same position he had when she first came in. "Are you going to stay like that all night?"

"No," Shane said. He stretched and moved his guitar before lying down. "Night Mitchie," he said sleepily.

Without a word, Mitchie turned the lights off and climbed into bed. The light from the moon spilled out over her bed from the open window. She sat up and brought her knees to her chin, wrapping her arms around them. A few minutes later Shane started snoring. She glanced over at him and shook her head, smiling. She had to admit it was cute. Tomorrow, she told herself, tomorrow I'm not going to be so mean."

"Shane, wake up," Mitchie said shaking him. He moaned and turned over. "Shane!" She shook him again.

"No," he mumbled and grabbed her arm. He pulled her towards him, rolling over as he did so. Mitchie lost her balance and fell on top of him.

"Ow," she said loud enough for him to hear. She sighed when he started snoring again, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm not your teddy bear Shane." She tried moving only to have him squeeze. "Shane, I can't breathe." She punched his arm.

"What?" Shane asked sitting up, bumping his head against hers. "Mitchie what are you doing?"

"I was trying to wake you up. Why did you grab me?" she asked, finally able to breathe.

"I didn't grab you. You punched me! Why did you punch me?"

"Well, if you wouldn't have tried to kill me I wouldn't have."

"I didn't. I was asleep!"

"Whatever, I don't want to argue with you," Mitchie huffed and went back to her bed. She grabbed her cell phone. "Hurry up if you want some breakfast," she said looking back at him. She heard him groan and watched as he grabbed the covers and flung them off him. He sat up and yawned, stretching as he did so. Mitchie sat on the edge of her bed and grabbed her notebook, flipping it to the song she recently started writing. "Hey Shane? I think I'm gonna go ahead and head out. Or would you rather me wait for you?"

"You can go ahead," Shane said from the bathroom doorway. Mitchie looked up to see him in nothing but a towel. "You can stay too if you want. Doesn't really matter to me."

"Oh, um…" Mitchie's voice trailed off. She felt her face turn red. "Ok." She looked away and grabbed put her cell phone in her pocket, making sure she had a pencil with her for writing. She glanced at Shane and saw him watching her. "I guess I'll see you later." She bumped into the door on her way out. "Crap," she muttered under her breath. She heard Shane chuckle which caused her to blush even more.

Skipping out on breakfast, Mitchie went to an empty cabin that's used for class. She sat down at the piano and started playing what she had so far.

"I've always been the kind of girl that hid my face. So afraid to tell the world what I've got to say. But I have this dream, right inside of me I'm gonna let it show, it's time to let you know, to let you know," she sang, closing her eyes. "This is real, this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, gonna let the light shine on me. Now I found who I am there's no way to hold it in. No more hiding who I wanna be this is me." Her voice grew louder as she continued. "Do you know what it's like, to feel so in the dark? To dream about a life where you're the shining star? Even though it seems like it's too far away I have to believe in myself, it's the only way. This is real, this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now gonna let the light shine on me. Now I found who I am there's no way to hold it in. No more hiding who I wanna be, this is me." Mitchie let the last chord play out before letting her hands fall off the keys and at her sides, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Hello?" She heard someone say.

She jumped slightly and quickly shut the piano. She grabbed her notebook and tiptoed out of the cabin.

Ok, so I know it's short, but I wanted to separate the two chapters. I'm gonna kinda keep some of the story line in, buuut, I'm going to keep it more my own. Let me know what you think. :)