Here is the last part of the story. I don't really know what's going to happen (isn't that just great? You can't ask me because I don't know!). I'm the kind of writer that just lets it come and is just as surprised as you by the ending of the story :-D Anyways, reviews are always appreciated and all that jazz. Everyone should check out my other stories (especially if I get a chance to rewrite the old ones. I know, this is a shameless plug.) Also, there will (in all likeliness) be no sequel. I hardly ever do sequels (seriously, in the 20+ stories I've authored I think I've only done one sequel) so don't ask/suggest one. If I decide that one is warranted, I'll write one but there's about a 99.9 chance that I won't. I think that's all I really have going for my Author notes. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters; I just use them to further the imagination of all. Nor do I own the song "Everybody" by Sister Hazel

ooOOoo

Mitchie slammed the door to her dorm open, dropped all of her books on the ground and ran into her bathroom. She retched into the toilet over and over again until her stomach had nothing left in it. She finally leaned back against the wall of her bathroom, breathing deeply and trying to calm herself. She wiped her mouth but couldn't stop the tears that were rolling down her face.

Why did it hurt so much more this time around? When she had seen him kiss Tess it hadn't been anything near this bad, just an aching in her heart. But now it was making her physically sick to see him kiss another girl. She didn't even know the girl! She realized that was probably what was making it worse. At least with Tess there was a part of her that knew he was doing it for revenge and that there was really nothing going on in between them. With this girl… he could really love her. After the kiss she saw who knew what his feelings were? He certainly had gotten over Mitchie. The only problem was that instead of getting over Shane, Mitchie had fallen all the more in love with him since she had pushed him away all those months ago.

Mitchie finally managed to pull herself off her bathroom floor and changed into some PJs. She crawled into bed and stayed there for what seemed like forever, her whole body numb. She heard her roommate walk in and question if she was sick. Mitchie wasn't sure if she had nodded or not but either way, Jessie left her alone for the rest of the night. She her kids in the hall yelling to each other and doors slamming. She even heard Shane's voice and heard the door close after he went into his room. Later he came to her door and Jessie said that she was sick.

"I just want to see her, Jess, and see how she's doing," Mitchie heard Shane say at the door.

"I'll go ask her. She doesn't look like she's really in a condition to see anyone." Mitchie heard soft footsteps walk towards her. "Hey, Mitch, you want to see Shane?"

"No," she managed to croak out, "not him."

Jessie got the hint very quickly and walked back to the door.

"She doesn't want to see you."

"Please," he begged her, "just let me see her."

"No," Jessie said forcefully.

"Jessie-"

"Shut up. Do you think I'm stupid? I know you did this, caused this somehow. I don't know what you did but you made the girl physically sick and if you think that after that I'm actually going to let you in to see her, you're delusional." Jessie slammed the door in his face before he could say another word. She walked over to Mitchie's bed, laid down next to her and wrapped her arms around the girl.

"Oh, Mitchie, why didn't you tell me?" Jessie hugged the girl and for the first time all day, Mitchie just allowed herself to sob. Sometimes she took for granted how great of a friend Jessie was and how lucky she was to have her as a roommate. "Did you tell him and he didn't return your feelings?"

"I -sob- didn't get to tell him," Mitchie managed to say. "Saw him -sob- kissing another girl." She started crying again, no longer able to speak. Jessie just lay there, making soothing sounds until eventually, somehow, Mitchie fell into the darkness of sleep.

ooOOoo

Shane had to take a step back when Jessie slammed the door to keep it from hitting him. He called her name through the door but there was no answer. He finally gave up trying to get in and went back to his own room. He shut the door and punched it in frustration. He realized that his room was getting a lot of abuse because of all his supreme stupidity and general jackass behavior.

It was his own fault though. He had done exactly the same thing that he had done before, only this time it was so much worse. She must think… he couldn't even imagine what she might think. He had been nothing but cold and heartless to her for months and then he let some girl he barely had any feelings for kiss him like that. He didn't really have feelings for… jeez he couldn't even remember the girl's name. Why he had let her kiss he like that, he couldn't figure out. Probably because he couldn't kiss Mitchie like that and that's what he had wanted.

He wanted to kiss Mitchie in every way but he kept screwing up. He had made the stupid mistake of thinking that he had stopped loving her, that he could ever stop loving her. Clearly, that wasn't possible and now he had just taken about a thousand steps in the wrong direction. Shane could feel the fury and frustration rising up again. Finally he screamed and threw his laptop off his desk where it landed with a crash, its parts flying all over the floor.

'Crap,' he thought. 'I really have to stop destroying the expensive things in my room.' He turned on his stereo and flopped onto his bed. This was some pretty epic fail on his part and he didn't even know how to begin to make it up to her. He didn't know how bad it was but Jessie had said that she was physically sick and it made him sick that he was the cause of all that. He never wanted to hurt her like this; he just didn't know how to handle having his heart broken, not two years ago and not now. Apparently he also didn't know how to learn from his mistakes. He had to fix it. He didn't even want or expect her to love him anymore he just wanted her to not hate him. It would be hard enough to love her but never have her. It would be that much worse for her to completely and utterly hate him.

ooOOoo

Somehow Mitchie managed to pull herself out of bed the next morning. She was pretty sure that a big reason was because Jessie forced her saying that staying in bed wasn't going to help and there was no reason that her grades should suffer because of Shane Gray. So Mitchie got up, got dressed and trudged to class.

However, even Jessie didn't object when Mitchie refused to go to history that day. Both knew that she didn't have the strength to face him right now. So she emailed her professor saying she was sick, which was true to a certain extent, and studied the subject in her room that day. Jessie was in and out throughout the day and made sure she did other things that were essential to life like eating and every night she would lay in bed with Mitchie and hum so that she could sleep.

She assumed that he tried to call. The phone rang but Jessie was always the one to answer and she almost always promptly hung up. The same thing happened with the door. Someone knock, Jessie would answer and more oft than not she would just shut it again. One day she came in and there were flowers on her desk. Jessie looked up when she entered and without Mitchie saying a word Jessie said, "I was going to throw them out but I figured I'd let you decide what to do with them." Mitchie simply nodded and placed them in the trash that was outside Shane's door that was there for all on their floor to use.

She only missed two days of history but more because she knew that she couldn't miss too many classes. She was already struggling in that class so she went but she made sure to always sit on the end and always make sure that someone sat next to her. He always sat as close as he could. Usually that meant right behind or in front of her. It was easy to ignore him when he sat behind her but it was so hard for him to be right in front of her, to sit there and have to look at the back of his head all class. He always tried to approach her after class too, the same with the two other classes they had together, but she always made sure that she left before he ever had the chance.

She didn't know how long this went on, how many days though Jessie had told her recently that it had only been two weeks. She really wasn't aware of a whole lot. Somehow she had been managing to keep her grades up but between that and doing simple things like eating and showering it was taking every last bit of her energy so that she just forgot everything else because it took too much effort to care about it.

"Mitchie."

Mitchie looked up at the mention of her name. She was in her room though she couldn't quite remember how she had gotten there. Jessie was looking at her with worry written all over her face.

"Yeah?" Mitchie asked.

"I'm really worried about you," Jessie said to her, "I shouldn't have to remind you to do things like eat and shower and I am. You haven't had a decent night's sleep in weeks and when you do all you have are bad dreams and mumble his name."

"I do not," Mitchie contended. However, the truth was she did have dreams. Or rather, she did have a dream. It was the same one over and over. It started out with her and Shane just like they should've been: in love and together. Unfortunately it always ended the same way, with him kissing that blond. Every time she had it she woke up crying not only because she had to relive that stupid kiss over and over but because every night she felt what it would be like to be in love with him and every time it was taken away from her.

"You do and you walk around here like a shell. You have to do something. Maybe you should try talking to him. You two never have been able to just tell each other how you feel and then you keep doing and saying stupid things that cause you both to be in pain."

"He was the one who kissed another girl, not me."

"Yeah, because you all but told him that you hated him and wanted nothing to do with him!" Jessie sighed and then tried again, this time without yelling. "I'm not saying what he did was right or even acceptable it was just… understandable. You hurt him just as badly as he's hurt you because you're both so god damn stubborn. Maybe you should just try talking to him. It might help and you need help. I can't bear to see you like this anymore. You're barely living anymore and if you keep it up… well I don't know what's going to happen but I really don't want to find out."

"I don't want to talk to him; I don't even want to know that he's alive," Mitchie said with vehemence. Jessie sighed in resignation.

"Then will you at least come to the Battle of the Bands they're holding on the great lawn on Friday? You have to at least start getting out of this room for something other than class."

"Fine, if it'll get you off my back I'll go," Mitchie conceded.

"Not much of an agreement but I'll take it," Jessie commented and then pulled out her own books and started studying.

ooOOoo

Two weeks went by and Shane hadn't been able to talk to her once. Jessie refused to let him near her and she took off as fast as she could after ever class. He had sent flowers and the same day had seen them in the trash that was by his door. He couldn't stand seeing her like this. It was like someone was controlling her body but it certainly wasn't Mitchie. In the back of his mind he wondered if this is what she had seen in him all those months that he wouldn't talk to her. A bigger part of him wondered if she had felt as awful seeing him like that as he felt now seeing her like that. It was just another way in which he had hurt her.

He tried to keep himself distracted but it was the aftermath of Camp Rock all over again, only worse. Now he had to see first hand exactly what he had done to her. This whole mess was his fault. If he had just spoken to her, told her what he had felt maybe… but it was too late for that now. The best he could hope for was to just see her stop hurting.

He only went to the Battle of the Bands to get his mind off things. When he had tried to win her over earlier in the year she at least was talking to him. Now… how did you talk to a person you barely saw? When he got there and saw that she was standing there with friends he knew he had to do something. She was wearing the same blank expression. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. When the girl announced the next band, one of the girls that had been tailing him for the past couple of months, he had a stroke of genius. He walked up to her and asked her for a favor. She was more than willing to let him do it. Shane thanked her and went to grab his guitar. If this didn't work, then he wasn't sure what would.

ooOOoo

Mitchie couldn't believe that she had been dragged to this by her friends. It was one bad band after the other and not only was it making her ears hurt, it was making her head hurt. She had to put a stop to this soon. She tapped Jessie on the shoulder.

"Can we go?" she screamed over the noise.

"Just one more band, Ok?" Jessie screamed back.

"Fine." She crossed her arms and waited for the band to finish up so the overly perky announcer could talk about the final band that Mitchie was going to be forced to listen to. A few songs later the girl came up on stage.

"We have an amazing surprise for everyone! He's not competing but he requested to be allowed to play a song and I just couldn't say no. Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Shane Gray!"

The crowd cheered louder than they had for any other band. Mitchie just stood as still as she possibly could. He couldn't be about to walk on stage could he? Sure enough he sauntered on stage, guitar in hand. Right as she was about to bolt Jessie grabbed her arm.

"You promised," she reminded her. Mitchie had but she hadn't expected to see him.

"Jess, please. I can't-" she was interrupted by the start of the song.

You are so sexy my love

You got me trippin' over my tongue

And I can't say what I mean but I mean it when I say

That I fell so hard for you that it broke my heart in two

Now I'm wrapped in black and blue

You know I'm crazy 'bout you

"This may be a shot in the dark," Jessie said to her, "but I'm pretty sure that he's talking to you."

Jessie looked up and realized that Shane's eyes were glued to her and she had the distinct feeling that they had been since he had started singing in that amazingly beautiful voice of his.

You are so tempting my dear

You strip away my useless fears

No you don't care that I'm weird

And that's amazing

As you walk on by

Oh I - I sit and wonder you

I wanna tell everybody - everybody

That you're so much more

Than they've ever even seen before

I wanna tell everybody - everybody

If they touched your hand

Then they'd never wanna let you go

Tears started to form in her eyes and run down her cheeks. What was he doing? Why did him singing to her make her want to run on stage and kiss him in front of everyone? He had hurt her so many times for the same stupid reasons and here she was, letting him affect her all over again. She couldn't stand that he could just do it that easily.

And then she realized that he was probably the only one who could. Maybe the reason that he could make her feel better and wonderful was because they were just plain meant to be together and nothing but being in love with him and by his side for the rest of her life was going to make it ok.

You are so sexy my love

You got me trippin' over my tongue

And I can't say what I mean but I mean it when I say

I wanna tell everybody - everybody

That you're so much more

A smile formed on her face, small but at least a little hopeful. She just had to sit and think about what to do next. She turned to Jessie.

"I have to go," she told her in a rush.

"Mitchie," Jess began.

"No," Mitchie interrupted her. "It's Ok, really. I'm Ok. I just… need to think about some stuff alright?" Jessie nodded at her.

"Ok," Jessie conceded and hugged the girl before watching her run off in the direction of their dorm, Shane's eyes on her the whole way.

ooOOoo

Shane watched her run off towards the dorms. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad. He had seen her say something to Jessie before running off. Her face, which he had been unable to pull his eyes away from the entire time, went from shock, to tears, to what seemed like a smile. That couldn't have been right though. He hadn't seen her smile in weeks.

He had sung for her. Every word that he had said had been for her and it had all been true. He had been writing that song for years and could never get it quite perfect. All it was waiting for was to be sung to the person that it was intended.

When he was finished he waved to the crowd and then ran off stage and after Mitchie. He had to get to her, to talk to her and see what she was thinking, what his chances of seeing her happy again were. He ran into the front doors of the dormitory and up to their floor. He stopped right in front of hers and was about to knock on it when he stopped himself.

Maybe she needed time to think. He had already bombarded her with just about every emotion he had ever felt for her and all but declared how much he loved her in front of most of the campus. But what if she was expecting him? What if she wanted him to come and talk to her and tell her how absolutely in love with her he was and gravel at her feet? Somehow he didn't think that was what was going to happen. Shane retreated back into his own room.

He wasn't sure where to go from here. He wished so badly that he could get inside her head but he didn't want to disturb her and Jessie hadn't come with her. Usually Mitchie needed time to think things through, whether it was to dispel her anger or to simply gain her bearings; he knew that she liked having time to think. That's what he would give her then. She could take as much or as little time as she wanted.

If fact, he would just let her come to him. It was an inspired idea, even better than getting on stage and singing to her. He looked at the time. It may be hours or days before she came and talked to him, if she did at all but Shane was determined to be ready for her when she came. There was no way that he was going to screw this up again.

ooOOoo

Mitchie headed toward her door. She was going to talk to him, tell him everything she felt, had been feeling and probably would feel for the remainder of her life. They were going to sit down and talk if it was the last thing she did. Her hand was on the door knob before she pulled it away like she had just touched a hot iron. No, she couldn't go see him. What if she told him how she felt and he told her that he had gotten over her and that the song wasn't for her. And even if that wasn't true (which she was pretty sure it wasn't even though she tried to fool herself into thinking it was), why should she forgive him? He had hurt her over and over again, breaking her heart into so many pieces she wasn't sure that she knew where they all were anymore.

'Stop being such a coward, Mitchie,' she thought to herself. And she was right. She had never shied away from anything except when it pertained to Shane. Here she was, cowering in her room because she was too scared to find out the direction her life could go in if she were to just give herself up to him. She took a deep breath and before she could talk herself out of it she opened the door and walked over to his room.

"Shane?" she called as she neared his room. She knocked on his door. "Shane?" As she knocked the door, which hadn't been closed all the way, opened slightly. It was dark inside and she wondered if he was asleep. She didn't want to wake him but if she didn't talk to him now, she wasn't sure she'd have the courage to again. She pushed on the door deciding to let herself in.

She was unprepared for what was inside. The room, which she originally had thought was dark, was actually bathed in candles. They were everywhere, on the dresser, the night stand, the desk. And for every candle there seemed to be a dozen roses. There were roses on the floor, on the window sill and the petals covered the bed. There, sitting on the desk was a simple card that said 'I'm sorry.' Tears formed in her eyes all over again. She turned to leave and there, standing behind her, was Shane. He wore nothing but jeans and a button down shirt that was unbuttoned. She could see every line of his well formed chest. He walked towards her slowly, almost silent in his bare feet. He stood right in front of her, not touching her but close enough that she could feel his breath on her face. She barely reached his shoulder. She had forgotten how tall he was.

"Hey, Mitchie," he said so softly she almost didn't hear it. She tried to say something back, anything back but she couldn't seem to form a single word. Instead she just threw herself into his arm and sobbed. He wrapped his arms around her gently, stroking her hair. "Hey, don't cry," he soothed.

"Why," she managed to get out. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you," he told her. "I love you and I've been a real jerk about the whole thing. Seeing you like you've been the past couple of weeks was killing me and it hurt even more to know that it was my fault that you were like that. All I want is for you to be happy, even if that happiness doesn't include me."

"I… I can't. I'm so scared," she mumbled, her face still buried in his chest.

"Scared of what?" he prodded softly.

"Scare of being hurt again, of my heart breaking. I couldn't take it if you broke it again. I still haven't been able to put it all back together from the last time."

"Oh, Mitchie. I promise you that I will never hurt you again. Never. I can't stand seeing you unhappy, now or ever." He pulled her back a little, put his finger under her chin. "You are all I need in my life. Never forget that." He wiped the remaining tears from her eyes, leaned in very close and said, "Let me heal your heart."

Shane closed the gap between them pressing his lips, lightly at first, but then firmer against her own. It was a slow, seductive kiss. His lips were gently learning every crevice of her own, tasting them, testing them, learning how soft they were and how they moved. It wasn't like their last one which was clumsy and heated. No, this one had just as much heat and passion, maybe even more so, but it was slower and more purposeful. This time Shane was in charge of it every step of the way. She felt his tongue slowly slide into her mouth but it was uninvasive. She felt it very lightly caress her lips and her teeth and finally her tongue. She met him with her own, reveling in the feel of their tongues entwining. Her hands slid under his shirt as they kissed, pulling him close to her. In response she felt Shane's hands wrap around her and one entangled itself in her hair while the other was firmly wrapped around her waist. Mitchie's knees were going weak and she was pretty sure that Shane's arms were the only things that were keeping her on her feet. Too soon for her liking, Shane pulled away.

"Mitchie..." he moaned when the kiss had broken.

"Shhh," she whispered. "Just kiss me again." She leaned up to kiss him but he pulled away.

"No, wait. You still haven't said anything."

"About what?" she complained. She really wanted to get back to this whole kissing thing. He groaned in frustration. She wasn't the only one who wanted to get back to the kissing, her and her soft, taunting female form, but he wanted to be sure, to hear her say it, to see if he was just that God damn lucky.

"About everything," he said to her. "I love you and I want you to be happy. Tell me what will make you happy."

"You stupid boy. All this and you can't figure out that you're all I want in my life, all I've ever wanted since that first day that I saw you at Camp Rock. I love you and I want you. That's what will make me happy. Think you can manage that?"

"I think I can manage something," he said, smile on his face.

"Good," she answered, "Now, do you know what else will make me happy?"

"What?" he asked.

"You, kissing me again."

He complied, kissing her just intently as the first time. He couldn't believe that she was here, in his arms actually telling him that he was what she wanted. He never dreamed that he would be so incredibly lucky after all the stupid mistakes he had made when it came to her. When he felt her hands go towards his belt, he pulled away, refusing to make another mistake with her.

"Mitchie, I don't think-"

"Maybe we've both been thinking a little too much. Instead of just going with our feelings, just telling each other, we've been thinking and it's been causing us nothing but misery. Let's just not think." She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested in front of her. His breathing came fast as he felt her fingers trace their way over every inch of his shoulders and arms and chest. He tried to hold still, to not do anything that would make her upset but his control was slipping.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained. He needed a definite answer from her. He refused to hurt her again. She chuckled softly.

"More than anything," she answered him. He felt his control snap. He kissed her hard like that first time she had kissed him on campus, when she had lost on control. He lifted her off the floor and into his arms without ever pulling his mouth away from hers and carried her off to bed.

ooOOoo

The next morning there was something very warm and soft lying next to Shane. He opened his eyes and they fell upon Mitchie's sleeping form. Her eyes were closed and her breathing even. He smiled at how beautiful she was, even without her clothes on. Especially without her clothes on. He was scared that when he woke up she wouldn't be there and that he would discover that it was all some cruel dream, yet here she was, as real as the morning was bright. He took his hand and ran it lightly up and down her spine. She mumbled something and then opened her eyes. She smiled when saw him. He leaned closer and kissed her.

"Morning, gorgeous," he said inaudibly, not wanting to disturb the quiet that was the morning.

"Mmmm, morning," she responded, her voice groggy.

"How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully. Everything last night was just wonderful. Beyond wonderful. It was… perfect."

"Yeah, I'd say perfect just about sums it up," he answered, laughing. She smiled at him, rolled over and stretched. Then, as if suddenly realizing that she was naked, she pulled the covers up over her. Shane laughed loudly. "It's not like I haven't seen it before," he commented. Her face suddenly filled with sadness and shadows and he knew that he had said something wrong. "What? What is it, sweetheart?"

"How often have you seen it before?" she asked quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

"Well, unless there was a time that you didn't tell me about, last night was the first time I've seen you."

"No," she told him, "not me. That girl, the blond."

"Don't think about her; she was a stupid mistake. I never should have kissed her."

"Was that really all you did? Kiss her a bunch?"

Shane looked at her, confused. What was she talking about? He had kissed her the one time that she had seen. What did she mean a bunch?

"I don't know what you're talking about. You saw the only time I ever kissed her."

"I saw her go into your room, just the two of you one time," she confessed to him. Shane winced. He was only beginning to realize just how much he had hurt her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as he could physically get to her. He pressed his forehead against her own and looked into her rich brown eyes.

"Listen to me, Mitchie. Nothing ever happened with her. Not a single thing. I'm sorry that you saw that and I can't imagine what you were thinking. We just watched a movie. You are the only girl I've ever been with, the only one I've ever wanted to be with and I don't want you to ever think that I've shared this with anyone but you."

She smiled and then kissed him, quickly but with all her love.

"Ok," she said simply. They laid there for awhile, just looking at each other. Shane stroked her hair, never able to take his eyes off her.

"Marry me," he suddenly blurted out. He couldn't believe he had just said that and Mitchie was just as shocked.

"That's crazy, you can't be serious," she said to him. Yet he realized that despite its abruptness, he knew he meant it. He knew that he wanted to spend his life with this one wonderful girl.

"Why not?"

"Because we're only eighteen, we're not even through our first year of college, or our first semester for that matter. How are we ever supposed to keep our grades up planning a wedding?"

"Mitchie," he stopped her, "there are a million reasons not to get married. But I can think of one big reason that we should. I love you. Marry me," he said again. She just smiled, kissed him and answered,

"Ok."

--Fin

All done! Ok, so it got especially mushy there at the end (I'm kinda ashamed of myself at the fluff) but with all the non-mushy going on in the rest of it I feel that it balances out well. Hope you enjoyed it!