AN Oh my Frankie Jonas! I never thought this would hit off that fast! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, I appreciate it so much! Thank you! -hugs all around-

Chapter 2: Arrival

Mitchie looked around the camp as she stepped onto the grassy plane. Every single person here was a boy. All of them. The singers, the guitar players, and the drummers. Not that this particular instance should have surprised her, really, as it said all over the pamphlet this was an all boys camp. A few of the aforementioned males nodded at her as she walked by, her green and black guitar case strapped to her back, and dragging her suitcases behind her.

She sported an outfit of tight black jeans and a dark green tee shirt. The ace bandage wrapped around her chest kept her body from looking curvy, and she had made sure to pick out clothes that would make her look more boyish. It wasn't hard, with Sierra's objective view and the short haircut. A pair of black Converse were on her feet, as she weaved in and out between the male campers trying to avoid running into any body. She kept her eyes down, trying to avoid looking into anyone's faces.

Mitchie was already nervous, and camp hadn't even technically started yet. It seemed everything she dreamed it would be, though, regardless of her anxiety about being here. Everyone's number one priority was music, just like her. She could relate to these people, more than she ever had with anyone. For some reason, she had never been on the same page with most people, except for probably her mother on most things.

She had never understood the music, even though she knew Mitchie was good. But being here with people who all shared the same interest was more than she could ever have hoped for.

Even if she was the only girl here.

"Hey there." She jumped and nearly fell off of her suitcase, looking around to see who had spoken to her. Perhaps the most handsome boy in the entire camp stood before her, giving her a perfect smile. He had dark hair, almost black, that hung perfectly straight around his face. He wore a pair of tight white pants and a black V-neck shirt with dark gray shoes. He was powerfully built, and carried a checkered guitar case on his back.

He was flanked by two other boys, one that was a little bit taller than he was and another that was a little bit shorter. The taller one had pretty hazel eyes and a round face, accented by his straight hair. The shorter one had a slightly less round face, and a mop of dark curly hair with dark brown eyes. They all seemed nice enough, to Mitchie, considering they were all smiling in different degrees. "Are you new to Camp, this year?'

She nodded stupidly, still staring at him, before shaking her head. "Yeah I am," she replied, trying to make her voice more masculine and not give herself away as she stood up from sitting on the suitcase.

"Cool. You're gonna have a ton of fun here. I'm Shane, by the way. Shane Gray." He held out his hand and Mitchie took it tightly, trying to make her handshake more firm. She felt her heart drop at how big his hands were compared to her own small ones, and pulled out of the handshake as quickly as she could.

"Mitch Torres," she provided, with a small smile. Her wide smile definitely would make her look girlish, and she didn't want that. Not when she was just about to make some friends, maybe.

He nodded, his perfect smile just making her heart skip. No, she chastised herself. This wasn't the point of coming to Camp Rock dressed like a boy. The point was not to start liking the first gorgeous boy she meets, it was to get the best musical experience she could get here, because she wouldn't get it if she went to Camp Pop. "Nice to meet you Mitch. These are my best friends, Jason Black and Nate White." She shook hands with Nate as he stepped forward with his arm extended.

"Hey," he said, giving her a nod.

"I'm Jason!" the other exclaimed in excitement, squeezing her tightly around the middle and almost lifting her into the air. She pushed him away in surprise, staring at him like he was crazy. Shane and Nate laughed as Jason looked at Mitchie in the utmost confusion, his brow furrowed. She avoided his eyes and turned back to Shane.

"Do you have a cabin yet?" he asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Er, yeah," she responded quickly, pointing to the only empty cabin in the camp. It was kind of out of the way, near the lake, and wasn't really near any of the other cabins. To her, it was perfect. "I'm staying there, by myself." The three of them were bemused and she cocked an eyebrow, wondering what they were thinking.

Shane said, "Well, Mitch, you don't have to do that. One of us will move in with you. There's no need to stay by yourself when it's your first year in camp!"

Flustered, Mitchie waved her hands to divert his attention from her reddening cheeks. "Oh, Shane, guys, don't worry about it I'll be fine!"

Rolling his eyes, Shane replied, "I don't mind at all, it'll be a relief to get away from their bickering."

Nate looked insulted. "We do not bicker!"

Before Shane could contradict him, Jason laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, we do."

Glaring at him, he snapped back, "No, we don't, Jason."

Shaking his head and smiling, he insisted, "Yes, we do, Nate."

"You know, I'm tired of you--"

"I don't know why you think--"

"Guys," Shane groaned, putting a hand against his forehead. Mitchie couldn't help but laugh at them, and Shane shot her a smile, making her look at the ground shyly. Inside she chastised herself as he teased, "See? Even Mitch can tell that you guys fight like an old married couple. And he's known you what? Two minutes?" He laughed.

Nate bristled. "I'm not married to Jason!"

"That... would be so... weird," Jason mentioned, staring at Nate who gave him a glare that clearly said, Don't even go there. Mitchie was too busy watching their silent interaction to notice that Shane had left them and come back with his luggage in tow.

"So it's settled them," he said firmly, walking towards the lonely cabin. Mitchie went to protest, but Nate cut her off with a shake of his head, eying Shane with a mix between amusement and annoyance. She stared at him in surprise, her head tilted in questioning as he and Jason watched Shane get settled in his new cabin.

Nate explained, "Dude, once Shane gets his mind set on something, you can't get him off of it. That's just the way he is. You might as well just let him be selfless and learn to live with it."

With a smile, Mitchie teased, "He must really want to get away from you guys." Nate's expression turned sour and Jason laughed loudly, giving the curly haired boy a light push that he just ignored.

"He's right, Shane does," Jason said cheerfully, following Nate around as he stalked back into their cabin.

"No he doesn't!" she heard Nate hiss from inside.

"My friends are really something, aren't they?" She turned and saw Shane smiling fondly at his old cabin, shaking his head. She gave him a smile and rolled her eyes, making him laugh. "Yeah, I know. Don't need to tell me twice, Mitch. But they're really great guys, especially when they're on stage. They really deliver."

"Sounds like a pretty good thing you've got here then," she said, crossing her arms in confusion. "Why bother with me then, if you've got two awesome best friends like Jason and Nate?" He was quiet for a moment, watching the face he thought belonged to a boy that really belonged to a girl. She shifted awkwardly to her other leg, feeling as if he could see right through her facade to the Mitchie that lay beneath the look that was barely planned out as it was.

He shook his head. "I don't know," he admitted, and she blinked, still puzzled. "You just seem different than most guys that come here, that's all. Not so stuck up or whatever, it's pretty cool."

Mitchie rolled her eyes and gave him a smirk. "Definitely... different." He smiled and punched her in the arm, playfully. It took every ounce of her willpower not to whimper in agony. Why did boys have to hit each other so hard? She smiled at him painfully, though he was obviously oblivious to her pain as he rested his elbow on her shoulder.

"So, Mitch, wanna see the cabin, then?" he asked, and she nodded, tearing her eyes away from him as she followed behind. She stared determinedly at the ground, dragging her suitcases behind her. He held the door open as she pulled the two cases inside, stowing them next to her bed. There were three beds in here, two next to each other and another set against the next wall perpendicular.

"Which bed do I sleep in?" she asked, edging towards the one that was farthest away from the bed that Shane was sitting on. It left an entire bed between them, and less room for awkward conversation. He blinked and looked between the two, then shrugged.

"I don't really care," he told her. Mitchie smiled tentatively and sat down on the best farthest away. It creaked and collapsed in on itself, almost folding her inside the mattress. Amidst her confusion, she could make out Shane laughing at her, and her cheeks grew hot. His face came in view above her, and he reached a hand out to help her up. "I guess that's not going to work, is it, Mitch?" She rolled her eyes and took his hand, allowing him to pull her out of the wreckage of the old bed.

When she was upright, she took her hand from his and looked at the damage done. "Geez," she mumbled, flustered. "My first day in camp and I already destroyed something."

Shane consoled, "Don't worry about it, dude. This cabin wasn't even used last year, so I doubt they thought to see if the beds were still in good condition. These two are fine though," he motioned to his and the one next to it. That's what I was afraid of, Mitchie thought anxiously, moving her stuff over to the bunk that was closer to Shane Gray that she needed to be. They silently put their things away, not knowing what to say.

It didn't take very long for them to unpack their suitcases and stow them under the beds, Mitchie pretending the broken one didn't exist anymore. She put up her guitar against the wall next to Shane's and sat on the bed in her socks, her sneakers on the floor next to it as she stared out the window. So far so good, from what Mitchie could tell. Shane, Nate, and Jason thought she was a boy, and there was no evidence against that claim.

"Mitch?" Shane asked, his voice sounding strained.

"What?" she asked, looking around at him. He pointed to her dresser and she blanched. There was a pink bra sticking out of the drawer and she put a hand to her face. Her mind was reeling as she tried to think up a believable story quickly.

"That's my sister's," she mentioned, trying to look annoyed as she took it out pretending to be disgusted. She threw it into her suitcase and rolled her eyes, shoving it back under the bed. Out one bra for the week, she thought. "Mom must have accidentally packed it in mine while she was packing her for camp too." Shane nodded and smiled, shaking his head.

He mentioned, "That sucks."

"Yeah."

The silence grew awkward, as they looked at each other. Mitchie glanced away and laid back on the pillow, staring at the wood ceiling tiredly. It felt like a long day, even though she had slept on the plane ride up here. "Hey, Shane," she mentioned, looking over at him as he mimicked her actions, laying on his stomach on the bed and resting his eyes.

"What's up, Mitch?"

She smiled at him. "Thanks for being friends with me. It means a lot."

He shrugged. "No problem, man."

Almost two hours passed in this fashion, the two of them sitting in silence and dozing off in their beds, Mitchie on her back and Shane on his front. Just as she was about to fall asleep, though, Shane's voice shook a little bit of the stupor off, saying, "I'll be right back, Mitch. I have to go to the bathroom." She waved her hand to show she heard him and waited about ten seconds after he closed the cabin door before glancing to her watch. It was almost eight at night, and she dug into her dresser and began to quickly undress out of her clothes and dress into her pajamas before Shane got back. She would feel uncomfortable undressing in front of a boy to begin with, and he didn't need to see the ace bandage binding her chest.

She didn't need unnecessary questions right now.

"Tired?" Mitchie jumped and glanced to Shane, who had come in quieter than he had left. She nodded, tossing her dirty clothes aside.

"A little bit. Jet lag, you know," she complained, stretching her arms over he head. She wore a pair of loose fitting plaid pajama pants and a baggy shirt, and a quick look into the mirror on the dresser told her that she still looked masculine enough.

He nodded understandingly and she crawled into bed, pulling the sheets around her shoulders. "Well, I guess it's a good idea to get to bed anyway. Classes tomorrow, you know."

"Mmhmm," she murmured, already falling asleep.

He chuckled. "Night Mitch."

"Night, Shane."

AN Ahhhh, how could you NOT fall in love with Shane Gray? Though I found someone that is almost as beautiful as Joe Jonas o.o

SHAMELESS PLUG TIME: His name is Jovan Johnson (JJ? Coincidence?? I don't know), he's in a local band around here called Verbatym. CHECK THEM OUT PLEASE!! They are really, really good. They're on myspace (dot) com (slash) verbatym. I would love you FOREVER!

I'm sure Nik Johnson (Nik J??) and Jovan would too. (Russell Steedle is my favorite. I have a thing for guitar players, it seems. -cough-KevinJonas-cough-) And if you search on YouTube for 'Verbatym SOS' they did a cover of SOS by JB. It was really good!

Love,

Shelbey -hearts-