A/N:Thanks again to the few of you who reviewed, I've gotten a lot of hits and alerts for chaps 1 and 2, but only a few reviews. So I'm extra grateful for them!

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. I don't own any songs used during any chapters throughout this fic. The title and artist will be listed at the end of any chapter including a song.

The rest of Mitchie's day had been tough. She kept close to Caitlyn whenever possible though. And when she couldn't she'd replay her conversation with Jason over and over in her head. He made her smile and laugh and that's what she needed. Oh how she wished he were there at camp instead of back at his house. She could use his friendliness as something to look forward to daily. She was currently trying to make her way back to her cabin. She had decided to skip tonight's jam to spend some alone time in her cabin, maybe write a song or something. Not like anyone really wanted her there anyway.

She had been so lost in thought she ran in to someone, knocking them both down to the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" she gasped as she lifted herself up on her arms. She was startled to see Shane's angry face across from her.

"Like I'd believe that," he scoffed.

"Shane, I-"

"Do you really think I want to hear what you have to say?" he interrupted, getting up and brushing himself off.

"Well I think-"

"No, I don't want to hear it."

"Will you just let me say something?" she rushed out. When he didn't respond and simply stared down at her she blinked in surprise. She was sure he'd have said no and stormed off in true Shane fashion.

"Well?" he asked impatiently. She realized he actually was going to let her talk and racked her brain for something to say.

"I was honest with you," she blurted out. She instantly regretted it. That was the stupidest thing she could have said. He won't want to hear that. He shook his head.

"You know what Mitchie? I'd like to believe that, because I liked hanging out with you. I can't though. How do expect me to believe that when you admitted the lie in front of the whole camp?"

"I didn't lie to you though Shane," she said quietly, practically whispering. "I promise."

"I can't trust you anymore. Run along and find some other famous person to help shove you in the spotlight."

"Shane!" It was too late though; he was already storming off.

Mitchie felt tears begin to brim her eyes and tried her hardest to recall Jason's kind words as she raced back to her cabin. She slammed the door behind her and collapsed on to her bed, hiding under the covers.

"Jason, Jeremy and Madison!" came an angry shout from the entrance to the kitchen. The three quickly turned to face their mother. "What have you done to my kitchen?"

"Mini meal mania," Jason answered with a grin. His mother crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

"I distinctly remember telling you three that was not allowed in this house! Just look at the mess you've made!"

"I've missed you too mom!" Jason said as he went to hug her.

"Oh no you don't! You're covered in, is that hot sauce?"

"You betcha!" he said happily.

"Don't you come near me until you've cleaned up young man!"

"I've missed you though mom!" Jason pouted. "Haven't you missed me?"

"I've missed you terribly," she answered backing away from him to hit a wall.

"Group hug!" Jason called as he wrapped his arms around his mom. He felt his sister and brother encircle them moments later. He missed his family.

"It's good to have you back," his mom smiled when they finally released her.

"You've got something on your shirt," Jason pointed out.

"Oh you!" she said in mock anger as Jason and his siblings took off down the hallway.

"Don't go far Mad, I'm going to call Mitchie and possibly pass her along to you soon."

"Alrighty Jase, I'll be in my room when you're ready," she responded, disappearing behind a door with a large "Madison's room!" sign hung.

"Come on man, just let me talk to her," Jeremy said following Jason in to his room.

"It's not happening Jer, at least not today," he answered as he pulled off his stained shirt.

"I'll be back tomorrow then," Jeremy grinned as he left the room.

Jason sighed and pulled out his phone to dial Mitchie's number.

"Hello?" was the quiet answer.

"Mitchie?"

"Hi Jason." He frowned.

"I take it the day didn't get much better?"

"It wasn't too bad, until I ran in to Shane."

"Oh Mitchie. What happened?"

She recounted their interaction and Jason was slightly appalled with Shane's attitude. Even if he didn't like someone, it was unlike him to treat a girlso poorly. Shane, Nate and him prided themselves on being well-mannered gentlemen when it came to girls. And just because Shane was mad at Mitchie it didn't mean he could be so rude.

"I think I need to have a talk with Shane."

"No Jason! I don't want you to fight with him because of me!"

"I won't fight with him. I just need to talk to him."

"Jason, it'll just cause an argument. And he'll probably insult you like Nate did. And then that's two out of two band mates you'll be fighting with because of me."

"I'm not fighting with Nate."

"I heard you fight with Nate."

"That was not a fight. We were just disagreeing."

"And he called you thick headed, sounds like a fight to me."

"I told you, they just say stuff like that when they're mad. It's not a big deal."

"What's it going to take for you to see it is a big deal though? I don't insult my friends. No one should insult his or her friends."

"That's just how we are Mitchie," Jason shook his head. "It's something you get used to."

"Well I'll never insult you like that!"

"Alright Mitchie. Whatever you say. Listen, I wanted you to talk to someone. You up to it?"

"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly.

"Madison."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah. I told her you were having Shane problems and she wants to talk to you now."

"Um, okay," she said slowly.

"Great! I'll go give her the phone now!" Jason grinned.

After he passed Mitchie off to Madi he grabbed the cordless home phone and dialed Shane's number.

"Hello?" Shane said angrily.

"Hey buddy!" Jason said using his cheeriest voice. "What'cha up to?"

Shane groaned, "Jason, I'm at camp and it's night time, what do you think I'm doing?"

"Oh, were you sleeping?"

"No Jase. Do you not hear all the background noise?" he asked sounding exasperated. "I'm at tonight's jam."

"Oh. Well, what's going on there?" Shane sighed in annoyance.

"People are performing. Just like they always do at jam."

"Any good acts?"

"Not many have gone on yet, but this Caitlyn girl was pretty good. She's a producer."

"Caitlyn?" Jason asked surprised. Certainly not scary Caitlyn.

"Yeah Caitlyn, you know her?"

"I may have ran in to her the other day while you were talking to Nate. Not sure if it's the same Caitlyn. Is that one scary?"

"No she's not scary Jase! Come on, she's a girl how scary can she be?"

"Hey! If you met her the same why I did you'd think she was scary too!" he defended.

"How'd you meet her anyway?"

"I saw her down by the lake."

"Well how'd she scare you?"

"It's not important. If it's the same Caitlyn though, I'd watch out for her."

"Oh please Jase, I'm not afraid of some girl."

"Well I warned you," Jason said shaking his head. "Anyway, you got a minute?"

"For what? If this is about that birdhouse again…"

"Hey! Is it a crime to want my best friend to build me a bird house so I can see more birds?" he defended. "I like birds! You know that! I just want a birdhouse to attract them!"

"Well you won't be getting one from me."

"Fine, I'll ask someone else there to make me one."

"Like who? You don't know anyone. And you certainly won't ask Caitlyn since your scared of her!"

"I'll ask-" Jason paused, racking his brain for someone to ask, "Mitchie!"

"Who?" Shane asked in a dangerous voice.

Jason gulped slightly. That's not what he meant to say. He didn't want Shane to know he was talking to Mitchie. He couldn't help it though! He just wanted a birdhouse and he knew, just knewthat if he asked, Mitchie would make him one.

"Mitchie?" Jason said, but it came out more as a hopeful question.

"How do you know Mitchie?"

"Uh… I met her the other day, with scary Caitlyn."

"Well you better not bother trying to talk to her anymore. She's a liar and she'll just use you."

"She will not! She's my friend!"

"Yeah right," Shane scoffed. "I thought she was my friend too! She lied to me and she used me and she'll do it to you too if you even give her the slightest chance!"

"She will not!" Jason repeated. "You wait and see, I'll ask her and she'll make me a bird house, because she's a good friend. She's a good person."

"It's not like you can ask her anyway, you aren't going to be back to camp until Final Jam."

"I can to ask her! I'll ask her right now!" Jason declared. With that he got up and stormed to his sister's room. He knocked quickly before letting himself in. "I need to see my phone quickly please."

"What?"

"My phone please," he repeated. Unsure as to what was so urgent, Madi handed the phone over.

"You've got her number?" he heard Shane bellow in his ear.

"Be quiet I'm talking to Mitchie," he said in to the home phone before replacing it with his cell phone. "Mitchie?"

"What's the matter Jason?" she asked sounding concerned.

"Will you make me a bird house?"

"A bird house?" she repeated, confused.

"A bird house," he confirmed. "I want one. And I've been asking Shane to make it all summer, but he keeps saying no."

"Well, I'll try. I don't know how well it'll turn out, but I'll try."

"Thanks!" he beamed before tossing the phone back to his sister and leaving her room.

"JASON!" he heard before the phone was even fully back to his ear. "Please tell me you were not just talking to her!"

"I was," he said sounding proud of the fact. "And she's going to make me a bird house because she's my friend and she's not using me."

"I've got to go!" Shane said angrily before hanging up on Jason.

A/N: I think the next chapter will be along in a few days. It shouldn't take too long. This is where I want to leave off with this one though, so I hope you enjoyed it at least a bit!