Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.

Author's Note: This is a little random, but I needed to stretch out the time between dates for my post-second date idea to work. So bear with me here; there really is a plan.

"You're what?" Caitlyn exclaimed.

Shane winced and held the phone away from his ear for a moment before replying, "Leaving tomorrow for two weeks on a promotional tour? I guess I got so caught up in the wooing thing I forgot. Nate just sent me a reminder."

"Isn't there anyway we can fit our second date in before you leave?" Caitlyn whined. Shane chuckled a little at her response. Caitlyn had not been happy with him when he insisted on keeping his two-date promise to himself. She had been fairly persuasive after their walk on the beach, but finally gave up exasperated after calling him a "tease".

"I'm afraid not," Shane said. "I've got a fitting and a photo shoot today, and we have to leave pretty early. And before you say anything or jump to the wrong conclusion, I'm not blowing you off; I just don't want our first time to be some quickie in back of the limo on the way to the airport."

Caitlyn sat stunned for a moment before saying, "You've actually done that, haven't you?"

Shane winced again. This conversation was really not going the way he had hoped. "Maybe," he said. "And hypothetically, if it had happened, it wouldn't be something I was proud of."

"Nice save, Popstar," Caitlyn said, clearly amused.

"Ouch," Shane said joking. "Downgraded from rockstar to popstar, huh? So, when I get back, we'll have that second date, okay?"

"About our second date," Caitlyn answered slowly. Shane's heart started to race. Had he managed to mess up already? He thought things were going really well.

He began sputtering, "What's wrong? Didn't you have fun last night?"

Caitlyn laughed, "Calm down, Romeo. Everything's fine. The date was lovely; I was just wondering if maybe we can tone if down a little. Take some of the pressure off both of us by doing something a little more casual. I'm not sure I can handle living in a romantic comedy all the time."

Shane let out of sigh of relief. "Thank God! I was having a hard time deciding between a hot air balloon ride with a picnic or a candlelight dinner on a boat, and Nate's about ready to kill me."

"Do you really want to do those things, Shane, or did you think you were supposed to?" Caitlyn asked amused by his response.

Shane paused to think about his answer, "A little of both. I like the idea of the big, fancy dates, but it was honestly starting to stress me out."

Caitlyn chuckled. "I certainly don't want to cause you stress. I want you nice and relaxed when I get my hands on you. How about we save the big romantic gestures for special occasions and try something like going to the movies."

"The movies," Shane said sounding horrified. He liked the fact that she thought they were going to have special occasions at some point, but he honestly couldn't handle the movies. Not even for Caitlyn. "I don't go to the movies unless it's a premiere."

"What, you're too good for the movies?" Caitlyn mocked.

"No, I like the movies. But someone always recognizes me, and it's creepy to try and watch a movie with half of the audience staring at you instead of the screen."

Caitlyn shuddered at the thought. "Got it. No movies. How about the old standby - take out and a video?"

Shane smiled at the idea of sitting on the couch with Caitlyn watching a movie. It seemed so normal; he couldn't remember the last time he had done that. Maybe a couple of months before things turned sour with Mitchie. "That sounds great. Do you want me to have it catered?"

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. He was totally clueless about how real people lived. "No, I want to call the hole-in-the-wall Chinese place near my apartment like normal people do. How about I take care of the food, and you pick a movie to watch."

"I can do that," Shane assured her. He liked the idea of a casual date because he knew that both of them were going to be distracted by what was most likely going to happen at the end of the evening. And Shane Gray, well-known playboy, was actually nervous about that. He'd made such a big deal out of it, that he was feeling a lot of pressure to make it meaningful for her. All of a sudden, he had an idea of how to make sure it was different from any other time he'd been with a woman. "Caitlyn, how about we eat at my house?"

"Uhm, sure," Caitlyn said, a little confused by the suggestion. "I've never seen your place."

"Excellent. Then we have a plan," Shane said. "And I'll call you while I'm gone. I can't promise it will be every day because things are crazy when we travel. But I will call."

Caitlyn smiled, once again caught off-guard by his sweetness. "No worries, Gray. I promise not to throw a temper tantrum if I don't hear from you before you get back. I know what your schedule is like."

Shane turned serious on her. "No, Caity. Don't let me off that easy. Cause I'm no good at holding myself accountable. If I say I will call you, expect me to call. Get mad at me if I don't do it." Then something occurred to him, "Unless you don't care if I call or not."

Caitlyn's voice was soft, almost tender when she replied. "I care Shane. I want to talk to you; I just don't want to be clingy and demanding. Not my style."

"I know; that's something I like about you," Shane said. "But honestly, I will call you."

"Then I will be expecting your call, and you will face the wrath of Caitlyn if you don't," she replied. "And I have turned tougher men than you into blubbering idiots when I'm angered, just so you know."

Shane laughed. "I don't doubt it for a minute, amd I don't want to be the receiving end of your wrath."

"You really don't," Caitlyn said fervently. Then she added playfully, "Hey, does this two date rule include phone sex?"

Shane just groaned.