Hey it's only been five days! I've started working on the sequel to Mitchie's Unrevealed around this so it might take a little bit longer. The sequel won't be up until I'm happy with this. This chapter isn't as long as the previous ones but I think the next chapter should be longer.


"Morning!" I said as I slid into the seat next to Sierra.

"Morning sleepy head," Lola said from across the table.

"I wasn't sleeping I was cooking food!" I protested.

"You cooked this stuff? I'm not eating it then,"

"How do you know what my cooking is like?"

"Chill Mitchie! I'm just joking!" I rolled my eyes and took a huge bite of the bacon sandwich on my plate.

"You know what?" Barron spoke up from across the table.

"What?" Sierra asked slowly.

"I think this place is a bit boring," Sander seemed to get the hint because he perked up and grinned. "And this room is far too clean."
"Yeah, we haven't had any decent entertainment in a few years," I was confused. There was a different jam every night. How was there not entertainment? Sierra and Lola obviously knew what the boys were on about.

"Don't even go there! You know what happened last time!" Lola said, smacking Barron.

"It's just a bit of fun, what harm is a little bit of food going to do?" I finally understood.

"Don't! Please! I'm the one who has to clean this place up!"

"We'll help," Sander promised and I groaned. I so wanted to see a Camp Rock food fight in action.

"Fine, just don't make it too messy," Sierra gave me a look that said how-stupid-are-you but I ignored it.

"Tess," Lola said as the blonde walked behind her.

"What, Lily?"

"Lola, it's Lola. I was wondering if you could do something for me?" I watched amused at Tess's expression.

"Do something for you? What am I your servant?" She turned to walk away but Lola stood up with her bowl of cereal and poured it all over Tess's head. Peggy and Ella gasped and tried to hold back their laughter while the whole mess hall giggled.

"There we are thank you very much!" Lola said. Barron leapt up on the table and a few girls left the hall hurriedly.

"Food Fight!" Barron yelled and all of a sudden there were bits of bacon flying everywhere. I screamed and ducked as somebody threw an apple over my head. Across the room where Caitlyn was sitting with Connect 3, I saw Shane's face. It was half amused half disgusted. Caitlyn just laughed and grabbed Nate's hand, pulling them and their breakfast into the middle of the riot. Even Jason laughed and joined in. Shane, however, just watched. It was almost like he had seen too many of these to find it interesting any more.

Laughing, I allowed Sierra to lead me into the fight. Milk flew threw the air and splashed all over Tess and her cronies. I laughed but stopped abruptly when somebody poured some sort of dry cereal over my head. I spun around, grabbing the first thing that flew my way and showed the toast into Caitlyn's face.

"Torres!" she growled playfully. I screamed and ran. The mess hall had become a battlefield and I could see my Mum watching in horror from the kitchen. I ducked under a table and found that I wasn't alone. Shane was lounging around under there too.

"Hey," he said like it was perfectly normal for us to meet under a table in the middle of a food fight.

"Hi," Shane grinned at me and I fought not to kiss him. God those lips were so kissable and nobody would know… except for Shane.

"So is this your first food fight?" I nodded.

"Isn't it yours?"

"Nah, we had on every year when I was a camper. Somebody always started one on the last day of camp if we hadn't already had one. We all arrived home covered in orange juice and fried eggs." He gestured to the storm outside our little safe area and I rolled my eyes.

"How long will it last?"

"About ten minutes. Then Brown'll come and stop it and shout at everyone, maybe stop lessons for the day and make them all clear it up. Those kids who left were sensible, they won't be in trouble."

"We're dead,"

"Look, you're covered in food but if you go and change now, Brown won't ever know you were here. Shall we make a run for it?" I laughed.

"Sure, why not give it a go?"

"Okay, on the count of three. One," I crouched on my toes, careful not to hit my head. "Two," The room looked like a bomb had hit it. Everything was covered in food. "Three!" We jumped out and ran in the direction of the door. Shane grabbed my hand and pulled me as fast as I could run away from the mess hall. I tried to ignore the electricity shooting up my arm as we hurried to the edge of the lake, stopping only when we reached the edge of the beach.

We stood panting for a long moment, hunched over as we struggled to regain our breath.

"At least we're free," Shane finally managed to say.

"Yeah and I'm covered in egg," I complained. Shane laughed but stopped quickly, his eyes fixing on something in the distance. "What?" I looked too and saw Brown striding angrily into the mess hall. "Uh-oh…" Shane just laughed.

"We got out just in time. So while they're all being shouted at, how do you feel about going for a canoe ride?"

"A canoe ride?" I asked doubtfully.

"Yeah, you know, the long things that look like green bananas and you paddle along with-"

"Yeah, I know what a canoe is I just don't trust my abilities."

"Come on, you've got me to help,"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Shane sighed and grabbed the nearest canoe, flipping it over and grabbing the two life jackets inside it.

"Catch," he tossed me one and I pulled it over my head, fastening it firmly. I could swim but I hadn't done so for a very long time.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the middle of the lake with Shane. We were trying to steer the canoe across to the other shore but all we had managed to do so far was go round in huge circles. The current had carried us out her but now we were stuck.

"So what do we do now?" Shane asked as he chuckled.

"Give up and wait for someone to rescue us," I suggested, throwing my oar into the middle of the canoe. Shane nodded confidently.

"Good plan," his oar joined mine. "Now lets talk about you,"

"Me?" I asked confused.

"Yeah. You know all about me and I know nothing about you. We could be stuck out here for a very long time so time to chat." I sighed.

"My name is Michelle Torres. I'm seventeen years old and I live with my Mum in a normal house. I now have one less identity than I used to." That wasn't a lie.

"What do you mean?"

"Well my Mum was really strict and I was a straight A student. I wore hand knitted jumpers and long skirts and granny shoes when my Mum was around. A few weeks ago she caught me in town with my best friend as Mitchie, not Michelle. She saw me in my shorts and all the clothes she didn't know I owned and we had a huge argument. She eventually agreed to let me be Mitchie this summer and see how it went." I hadn't told a single lie. I never said I only had one identity left.

"Wow, poor you. So how did she catch you if you were so careful?" I sighed and dropped onto the bottom of the boat, leaning against the chair.

"I was in town with Caitlyn, she's my best friend, and she was there doing some shopping. She caught me drinking a coffee at Starbucks."

"Caitlyn?" he asked as though it was the only word he had heard. I swore. "So you do know her then?" I nodded.

"Mitchie Torres, the secret friend of my girlfriend's best friend. Tell me how much you know about Demi,"

"Nothing, we hated each other on sight," Shane smiled slyly.

"You know what? When we get back to land, I'm going to force the two of you to sit down and resolve you differences."

"No!" I shouted so loudly it echoed off of the trees.

"Why not?"

"Demi won't talk to me; we've spent so long hating each other that we couldn't 'resolve our differences' as you put it."

"Mitchie,"

"End of, Shane. Tell me about yourself."

"I'm nineteen years old and I'm in a band with two of my brothers, Jason and Nate. My younger brother, Frankie, is about eleven and he wants to join but we won't let him. Connect 3 wouldn't work if there were four of us." I laughed.

"Poor kid,"

"Frankie doesn't care. He only wants to be in the band because he knows he can't,"

"Yeah, that makes sense." I said sarcastically. A sudden thought occurred to me and I smiled slightly. "So, tell me about Demi. Do you like her?" Shane smiled dreamily.

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" I asked, slightly alarmed.

"Well, I know I like her. Hat's definite but what I'm not sure about is… I think that maybe I'm falling in love with Demi Lovato," I gasped.

"Love?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone!" he warned me.

"I won't,"

"Especially not Demi."

"Why not?"

"Well if I love her, and I think I do, then I want to be the one to tell her. I don't want her to hear it from rumours. Do you think she'd like to know I love her?" I suppressed the urge to leap up and do my happy dance.

"I'm sure she'd love to know." I realised we had been sat our here for a good fifteen minutes and nobody had left the mess hall yet. "Do you think we should go and see what's going on?"

"I s'pose so. But you might wanna change first so that nobody knows you were there at first."

"Okay, let's get this thing back to shore and I'll run and get a change of clothes and met you outside the mess hall." Shane laughed.

"Lets go," we grabbed our paddles and began steering ourselves back towards shore, badly.

I was planning to pull on a different pair of jeans and a jumper, but it turned out I wouldn't need to. When we were about three feet away from the end of the pontoon, I leant over to grab the nearest rope. Next thing I knew, there was a loud splash and I was in the lake, gasping and spluttering for breath. Shane was laughing so hard I thought he would cry.

"You… fell … in … the … lake!" he managed to say between chuckles.

"You'll be joining me if you don't help me out," I threatened. He just shook his head and carried on laughing so I grabbed the nearest rope with one hand and the canoe with the other and pulled the canoe up to the edge of the lake. Shane climbed straight out and offered me a hand, helping me up out of the freezing water at last.

"At least you won't need to change," he said. I looked down. All the egg and cereal had gone, no doubt floating around in the lake somewhere now, but I was soaking wet. "C'mon, let's go see what's going on." Before I could protest, he had dragged me up to the mess hall and silently guided me through the doors.

I stood dripping onto the floor for a few seconds, taking in my surroundings.

Every camper in the room was slaving away, scrubbing the floors and peeling gum off of the tables. There was a low murmur of noise but most people were just complaining as bits of egg dripped on their heads. Brown was standing in the middle of the room giving orders but looked up when he saw us.

"What happened?" he asked, laughing.

"Mitchie fell out of the canoe," Shane told him. I glared at both of them as they roared with laughter.

"Sorry poppet but it is funny," Brown choked out. A few campers gave us interested, and slightly jealous, glances.

"Whatever," I complained. "What happened here?"

"This lot decided to have a food fight and their punishment is that they don't get any classes today. As well as that, nobody is leaving this room until it is spotless,"

"A food fight?" I asked, like I didn't already know.

"Yup, flying bacon and fried eggs on the ceiling."

"I know what a food fight is. Does my Mum need any help?" Brown smiled at me.

"I should think she might, just tell her you need to change first,"

"I'll go and see her," I hurried into the kitchen and saw my Mum sitting at a table nibbling a cupcake.

"Hey Mum," I said brightly. She turned around and gasped.

"Michelle! What happened?"

"Mitchie, Mum," I reminded her patiently. "I was in a canoe and I fell in the lake so I'm going to go change but I'll be straight back to help you, I promise."

"Don't worry, Mitchie. I'll be fine. Were you at the food fight?" I shook my head.

"I just grabbed an apple and went out to the canoes. That's why I'm not out there cleaning it up."

"I don't think you should have been only having an apple for breakfast, but I am glad you didn't get involved. Make the most of your day and I'll see you at dinner."

"Thanks Mum," I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then dragged my sopping self outside.

"You're a good actress," I heard a voice say as I stepped into the sunlight.

"You scared me," I told him.

"Well, I still think you're a good actress. You looked like you honestly had no idea what had happened!" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Shane, I told you that I was pretending to be Michelle for years, do you think I managed to do that without picking up a few skills?"

"I suppose that is true. Now go get changed. I'm going to see Demi, do you wanna meet me back at the lake in half an hour?" He wanted to spend the day with me?

"Sure, I'll see you there," he grinned and jogged off. It was only after he disappeared behind the mess hall that what he had said sunk in. He was going to see Demi. I needed to change out of these clothes because they would give me away.

I ran as fast as my weighted clothes would allow me and changed into the first outfit I could find. I didn't have the time or the energy to blow dry my hair so I twisted it up and used a crocodile clip to secure it. I knew he would already have made it to my other cabin so I just hoped Caitlyn would cover for me.

I was halfway to Demi's cabin when I remembered I was supposed to be meeting him at the lake. I turned around and headed back to the beach, wandering along until I found myself at the end of the pontoon. I sat down, slipping off my flip flops and dangling my toes into the water. It was cold but after a few minutes my toes adjusted.

"Boo!" said a sudden voice behind me and I screamed and almost fell into the lake again, managing to grab the edge of the pontoon at the last second.
"Shane you scared me!" I complained as I stood up, sliding my now soaking feet into the flip flops.

"That was kind of the point, but I was hoping you'd fall in. Again."

"Meanie!" I said, pretending to pout. I folded my arms and stamped off.

"Mitchie, I didn't want to upset you!" Shane then made the fatal mistake, placing his hand on my shoulder. I spun around and pushed him before he could react. A loud splash and several loud curses later, Shane emerged from under the water, spluttering.

"Woopsy, sorry about that," I said angelically. Shane frowned at me and then held out a hand.

"Could you at least help me out?"

"Nu-uh, I'm not that stupid. Get yourself out." He shook his head slowly and then turned, swimming to shore with strong strokes. As I stepped onto the sand, he appeared out of the water, shaking his head like a wet dog.

"Eww gross!" I complained as the water splattered across me. Shane just laughed.

"Can I have a hug, Mitchie?" he held out his arms and I screamed, running as fast as I could towards the trees. He followed, laughing.

We ran until we couldn't run any more, until our legs turned to jelly and we were simply stumbling along through the woods. My legs gave out first and I collapsed into a twitching heap on the forest floor; I still couldn't stop laughing.

Shane dropped next to me and we sat for a few minutes, trying to calm down. Every time I looked at him I laughed again and when I laughed he laughed. It went on like this for about five minutes before I finally managed to stand up.

"If I laugh any more I swear I'm going to wet my pants," I hissed. Shane just cracked up again.

"How about we quit laughing and go for a walk?" he suggested once he could breathe normally again. "We've got all day,"

"Sure, that sounds fun!"

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At five that afternoon, I found myself sitting on a flat rock by the lake with my boyfriend, even if he didn't know who he was hanging out with. We had been together all day, talking and playing childish games in the woods. When we had found this spot, we had both stopped in unison and we were now sitting on the huge stone laughing again.

I had learnt more about Shane in one day than he had told Demi in almost two years. I knew everything about him; where he was born, his favourite childhood memory, the secret cuddly toy he still kept at his house. I even knew his first mobile phone number, not that it was really important.

"You know what?" Shane said finally.

"What?" I asked, curious.

"I think Nate loves Sophie… or Caitlyn or whatever her name is."

"Seriously?" I said disbelievingly.

"Yeah, seriously. He won't stop talking about her and he keeps watching her when he thinks she's not watching."

"Aww they'd be so cute together!" I exclaimed, picturing it in my head. They were so right for each other!

"I know. I think we should set them up!"

"Yes! When we get back, I'll tell Nate you want to see him and you tell Cait- Sophie I want to see her. We'll make them meet somewhere!"

"Yeah, great plan." There was an awkward silence where I stared out across the lake, watching the figures across the lake. One of them could be Caity and maybe even my Mum. I was suddenly aware of how, at some point, Shane had snuck his hand on top of mine. I hadn't even noticed until now and it made me quite uncomfortable. I was Mitchie; he couldn't start liking me when he supposedly loved Demi. It wasn't right!

"I think we should head back," I said, breaking the silence. "My Mum will probably be worrying, start thinking I've drowned in the lake or something."

"Okay," he said, like he was waking from a deep sleep. His hand quickly disappeared from mine and he looked away.

We arrived back at camp at about six. We hadn't realised how far we had walked but after a whole day, I suppose it was inevitable we had gone quite a distance.

My feet began to get sore and by the time we arrived at the mess hall I was half limping. Shane looked at me as I paused to sort out my awkward flip flops but I waved him on.

"Go, people will miss you and if we arrive together we'll just start rumours," Shane gave me a quick smile and headed inside. I fiddled with my flip flops for a while but they still hurt my feet so I pulled them off and walked inside barefoot.

I grabbed a plate and piled food onto it, my head in the clouds. I had just spent the best day ever getting to know my boyfriend while he learnt about me, even if he didn't know I was me. How confusing does that sound? Sierra waved me over and I went to join her dreamily.

"Mitchie? Mitch?" I jumped.

"What?"

"Well I was saying, doesn't Tess just disgust you. Every summer she tries to get the hottest boy to be hers and she's done it yet again."

"Really?" I didn't care.

"Yeah, look at Shane and her," my head snapped around to where Sierra was pointing to see Tess sitting by Shane, her hand holding his on the table. I struggled to ignore the want to sprint over and slap one of them or maybe even both of them. Tess was flirting with my boyfriend and Shane was allowing it. He laughed and pulled a face, Tess gave a hugely fake giggle.

"I've got to go!" I said quickly, running from the room before Sierra could even open her mouth. Shane was flirting with Tess, Shane was cheating on me. After today, I hadn't even dreamt something like this would happen, shows you how wrong my dreams are. Then I reminded myself that today hadn't meant anything to Shane because he hadn't known who he was with.

"Mitchie?" said a hesitant voice as I slowly dragged my feet towards my cabin.

"What?" I snapped, turning around without bothering to wipe my tears. I was surprised to see Peggy and Ella standing there, Tess' 'friends'.

"Mitchie, we're sorry," Peggy said. "Believe us when we say, Tess was making that look like so much more than it was."

"Why? So that you can run back to Tess and tell her that it's okay, I believe the stupid story?"

"No, it's the truth Mitchie," Ella said. "We're as sick of Tess as you are. She watches and as soon as anybody looks like they might be in with a chance of beating her at anything she ropes them in, making them feel popular and lucky when actually they're ruining their summer."

"Yeah, we decided this morning that we weren't going to hang around with her any more." I sighed.

"Whatever, thanks. Leave me alone," They looked at each other but I just turned away and headed in the general direction of my cabin. Half way there I changed my mind and changed direction so that I could go to Demi's and get some peace and quiet.

I stumbled into the cabin blindly, collapsing onto my bed and completely forgetting Caitlyn was in here.

"Mitchie!" she gasped as soon as she saw who I was. "Mitch what happened?" I just shook my head slowly. "Mitchie, tell me!"

"Why don't you ask Shane," I hissed and Caitlyn looked taken aback. I realised she didn't have her wig on, which was quite risky considering the amount of people who hung around just to catch a glimpse of Demi Lovato.

"What did he do?"

"Tess…" I whispered and Caitlyn narrowed her eyes, standing up straight.

"That boy is going to die," she informed me, grabbing her wig off of the dressing table. I was so upset I couldn't even bring myself to remind her he didn't know who I was. "I am going to kill him," she stamped out of the room pulling her wig on and slammed the door behind her.

I finally allowed myself to sob, allowed the heartache and betrayal to pour out of me. Shane had chosen Tess over me. Tess Tyler. The diva of Camp Rock and Demi Lovato's mortal enemy. Whether he thought of Mitchie or Demi, surely he would have known how much it would hurt both sides of me. Then I remembered how Tess had wrapped her fingers around his and how he had laughed, playing around and a fresh batch of tears trickled down my cheeks.

I finally managed to control my heaving chest and looked up at the clock. It was almost half seven, I had been crying for over an hour. Caitlyn hadn't yet returned and nobody had come to look for me. I glanced out of the window and saw the thick black clouds that had gathered, hiding the last of the sunlight. I needed some air and was about to leave the room when I remembered I didn't have my wig on and there were no doubt a dozen fans outside. I sighed and yanked my hair into a loose ponytail, dropping the wig over that. Then I grabbed my mascara and eyeliner, smearing it on carelessly. I didn't care if it rained, I didn't care if my makeup smudged and smeared across my face.

I changed into a black top and a pair of black flip flops, leaving my shorts the same and then left, ignoring the shouts from my fans. I stalked around for about half an hour, focusing on anything that didn't remind me of Shane.

I finally calmed down but I didn't want to stay here so I stormed through the forest and finally came out by the same flat rock I had sat on so happily earlier that same day. I couldn't believe I had ever been so carefree and uncaring, thinking that Shane was just a cute boy and I was the only one who he cared for.

"Demi?" said a voice behind me. I recognised it instantly and turned around as the tears started again.

"Go away Shane," I ordered him. Well I didn't exactly say it that politely but anyway…

"Demi, what's wrong?" I shook of the arm he wrapped around my shoulders in disgust.

"What did you follow me for?" I answered his question with one of my own.

"Demi, I…" he looked up at me with a strange look in his eyes. "I'm really sorry."

"What for?" It was a rhetorical question but I don't think he realised that.

"Look, Demi. I've known you for two years, I've been with you for ages but ever since we arrived at camp, I've been hanging around with another girl. She's funny and pretty and I know more about her than I know about you. I think I might love her, Dems." My mouth fell open in shock. Hadn't he said he loved me? "I'm really sorry but I'm…" he took a deep, steadying breath. "I'm ending things here before it hurts either of us anymore. I'm sorry Demi!" I stared at him with wide eyes as yet more tears cascaded down my face. Shane leant in and before I knew it his lips were on mine for one final, regretful kiss. I pulled away, taking a step backwards.

"Leave me alone," I begged.

"Demi-"
"Go away!" I screamed, stepping backwards again.

"Demi!" he lunged for me and I stumbled backwards out of his reach as my treacherous flip flops caught on a bump in the rock and I found myself falling backwards, down, down, down. I screamed as I landed with a splash in the water and struggled to find the surface again. My scream allowed water to flood into my body and everything was getting darker.

No, no I couldn't drown! I could swim, I could do this.

I flung my legs and arms around as fast as I could but couldn't find air. I tried to scream again and suddenly my head surfaced. I was aware of something low over my head but my desperate struggles had moved me so fast I couldn't stop. My head collided with the hard stone and everything went black.


What did you think? I know it's a bit soon and everything because it's only about the third day of camp but I honestly didn't have the time or energy to write a filler chapter.

Thank's for reading, now review! Chapter 5 should be up in a few days, a week at most.

~Spwarkle

PS big thanks to Xthereal-meX for letting me know I updated chapter 4 with chapter 3.. woopsy...thanks