Hey Guys! Just wanted to warn you there is mild language in this chapter and I don't own the song or anything else. And also don't get worried about the ending of the chapter; there is more coming! Trust me I have a lot planned for this story! The song is in bold italics by the way, I'm sure most of you are familiar with it! Now read on readers!

'Shane…Shane... Wake up pop star!'

I awoke to see Uncle Brown sitting on the end of my bed.

'What?' I said sleepily.

'Breakfast is in five' He replied.

'Okay.' I groaned getting out of bed.

'You okay pop star?' Uncle Brown asked.

'I'm fine, Uncle Brown.' I stated.

He looked uncertain, but left me to get dressed.

As I walked into the canteen I felt it go quiet and all eyes looked in my direction. I pretended not to notice, so everyone went back to eating their food. I grabbed some cereal and sat down at the nearest table, which just so happened to be empty. Caitlyn got up from her seat and joined me at my table.

'I heard what happened with Mitchie.' She said, simply.

'Yeah.'

'So you thought about how you're going to get her back yet?' She asked.

'Not yet, Tess doesn't know yet either and even Nate can't think of anything.' I sighed.

'You spoke to Nate?' Caitlyn questioned, perking up.

'Yep, he called to shout at me, but it's cool now.' I explained.

Caitlyn bit her lip. 'Did he say anything about me?' She blushed.

'He asked if you were okay.' I said, as she sighed in relief. She has the biggest crush on him, but she'd never admit it.

'Anyway, Mitchie's pissed off with you, like a lot.' Caitlyn mentioned, clearly changing the subject.

'I know.'

'She thinks you hate her.' She stated.

'Oh for crying out loud!' I groaned and stormed over to where Mitchie and her 'crew' were sitting.

They all stared at me like I was crazy.

'Mitchie, look, what I said yesterday. I'm not going to take it back, 'cause everything was true, but I am going to say that just because I shouted at you and you're still being a stubborn bitch, doesn't mean that I don't love you.' I said and walked off to my table to eat my breakfast.

After my very awkward breakfast, I went back to my cabin. I lay down on my bed and sighed. I wanted to write a song and I could if I wanted to, but when I write a song the way I'm feeling goes into the song, so I don't think the fans would be too impressed with the lyrics that were running round my head.

As I walked around my cabin trying to think of something that I could sing about, a knock on my door shook me out of my thoughts. I went over and answered it; it was Uncle Brown with a look of concern on his face.

'Are you okay Uncle Brown?' I asked.

'I'm fine, I'm fine.' He stated, I gave him a look. 'Okay, I'm worried about Mitchie.'

'How do you mean?' I asked, I knew it was for different reasons than me, but I could take a guess.

'She's not hanging round with the right people and she doesn't sing any more.' I could tell that's what he was most worried about. 'Does she seem different to you?' He added.

'Yeah totally.' I admitted. 'It's like she's not even Mitchie anymore; she's just some girl who I don't even know. I love her Uncle Brown, but not when she's being like this. I just don't know how I'm going to get her back into being the girl that I love again.'

'Have you tried singing to her?' He enquired.

'No, I can't write when I'm angry.' I stated.

'Try not to think about the anger. Think about all the good times you've had together and just how much she makes you smile. That should help, and when you've got something, anything at all, take her down to the docks alone and sing it to her.' Uncle Brown suggested. And with that he left me to think up a song.

I thought about all the things that had happened to Mitchie and me last year at Camp Rock. From meeting her in the kitchen for the first time, all the way to finding out she was the girl with the voice at Final Jam. A smile played across my lips as I thought about everything we'd been through and as I let the happy moments invade my thoughts, I started writing lyrics on how they made me feel.

When I finally felt I had something good, I wrote a note to Mitchie; 'Mitchie, meet me on the dock, at our spot. Come alone. Love you. Shane xxx' Was what it read. I gave it to Tess without Mitchie seeing, grabbed my guitar and headed to the dock.

After a few minutes I felt someone come up behind me.

'Hey pop-star' Mitchie greeted, grinning.

'Are you alone?' I asked.

'Yes.' She replied.

'No paparazzi?' I questioned.

'No paparazzi.' She agreed. 'And no Tess or anyone else for that matter, just me.'

'Good.' I said simply.

'So, why'd you bring me out here Shane?' Mitchie enquired, knowingly.

Smiling at the memory of when I first sang to her, I replied 'I wanted to run something by you.'

We both grinned, sat down and I started to play her the song.

'I can't get your smile out of my mind

I think about your eyes all the time

You're beautiful but you don't even try

Modesty is just so hard to find

Now I'm speechless over the edge of just breathless

I never thought that I'd catch this lovebug again

Hopeless head over heels in the moment

I never thought that I'd get hit by this lovebug again'

After I'd finished we just stared into each other's eyes for a while.

'I love it. Mitchie whispered, breaking the silence.

'I wrote it for you. I know I've probably been a jerk lately, but only because I'm worried about you Mitchie. You're different than how you used to be; you dress differently, you hang round with people you don't even like and you act like you don't even care about Caitlyn and me. I know you're probably not aware of it, so I really don't blame you; it just scares me. Even Uncle Brown is worried 'cause you're not singing any more.' I admitted to her. I had to tell her, even if she still acted the same, I wouldn't care as long as she knew how I felt. Tears had begun to form in Mitchie's eyes as she'd been listening to my speech.

'I'm so sorry Shane. I knew I was being different, but I didn't know I was being a bitch. I didn't feel good about what I was doing; Shane, but I couldn't help it. There's just so much pressure coming from every direction on how to look and how to act, so I guess I just let it all go to my head.' She was full on sobbing now, I wiped the tears from her cheeks and she smiled. 'I never realised I was being the female version of Shane Gray!' she added grinning; I grinned back.

'Great, a diva and a jerk, just what everyone needs!' We both giggled and I pulled her into a massive bear hug. And kissed her wet cheek. I didn't care about anything else at that moment; I was just so glad to have my Mitchie back.