here it is.....long awaited chapter 6! all smitchie btw.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock. but i can dream, can't i?

3 days after the campers leave.

Mitchie and Shane were being lazy, as usual, lounging around by the dock at the lake. Mitchie was sunbathing, while Shane was playing around idly on his acoustic guitar. Basking in the summer sun, Mitchie closed her eyes and allowed herself to take in everything that had happened in the course of the last month. She went from having one friend to having 6 friends, being 'no one' to being buddy-buddy with Connect 3, and not attracting any boys to being the girlfriend of pop star Shane Gray. She then thought about how she lied to the entire camp to fit in, and how Tess Tyler humiliated her in front of everyone after Connect 3 played. As she opened her eyes, single tear fell down her face, leaving a trail.

Shane, looking at Mitchie, amazed at how lucky he was this summer, since he got the most perfect girl ever, is puzzled to see a tear fall down her face. Putting his guitar down, he crawled over to where she was laying a nd wipes it away with his thumb.

"Hey," he spoke softly, "why are you crying?"

Mitchie sniffled and propped herself up on her elbows. "I don't know. Just remembering the past month. The good and bad memories."

Shane sat next to her and looked her in the eyes. "That's the past. It's never coming back. Unless you want it to come back. Just think about now, and the future, okay?" He smiles, and she returns it.

Suddenly, Mitchie sat up.

"I'm hot. Let's go swimming!" She shed her tank top and shorts, revealing a black and pink polka-dot bikini. Shane just looked at her in awe. Shaking her hair out of its braid, Mitchie did a high, arcing dive off the dock, surfacing a few feet out.

"Aren't you coming in? I don't want to be alone." she called out. Shane jumped slightly, but recovered and pulled his t-shirt off. He left his mesh shorts on, and dove in after her. Mitchie looked around frantically for her boyfriend, since she saw him dive off the dock. She kept treading water until she felt something latch around her ankle and pull her underwater. She slid beneath the surface, thankful that she remembered to take a breath of air. She panicked until she felt strong arms wrap around her waist, and she knew it was Shane. Mitchie kicked upwards, and when both teens broke the surface, she rounded on Shane, who at the look on her face, burst out laughing.

"That was not funny!" she scolded, though she couldn't hide the smile creeping on her face. She splashed some water at Shane, whose mouth happened to be open, and he swallowed a mouthful. Sputtering, he choked out, "That's it. You're in for it now, Torres!" She started swimming away, but was no match for Shane. His muscular arms latched around her waist once again and pulled her body flush to his.

She absentmindedly brushed his hair out of his eyes, the chocolate locking with the amber. He leaned down and kissed her softly. She returned the kiss with equal pressure, letting him know that she was alright with this. Her arms made their way to his neck, locking behind it. Shane proceeded to deepen the kiss, sucking lightly at her bottom lip. Her mouth opened to his, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. He swirled his tongue with hers as he explored her mouth, relishing the taste of her.

Mitchie felt his hands slide from her waist to her belly and slowly upwards. Shane then proceeded to kiss her neck, and she tangled her hands in his hair. As his hands slid up to her breasts, she pulled away guiltily and locked eyes with him.

"Did I do something wrong?" he questioned, and she smiled. Leave it to him to feel guilty.

"No, it's just that I'm not quite ready to go that far. Yet." He nods.

"I understand. I won't make you do anything you're not ready for." She kissed him lightly and then said, "Race you back to the dock. Loser has to do whatever the other wants tonight after dinner."

"You're on. On the count of 3. 1,2,- HEY! That's not fair!" Mitchie had taken off as soon as the number two left his lips. He raced after her, putting a small distance between them.

Giving it his all, he managed to get within two feet of her, but she touched the dock first. He was there a split second after her.

Out of breath, he panted, "Damn. How do you swim so fast?"

Mitchie smiled. "I've been on the swim team since 4th grade. And I also had a head start..." she trailed off, and Shane made a face at her.

"Yeah, you cheated! I want a rematch." he demanded, and Mitchie kissed him on the cheek.

"You can have your "rematch", pop star. But not right now. I'm freezing. And starving."

They both climbed up onto the dock and dried off with the towels they had brought with them. Wringing her hair out, Mitchie twisted her wet hair into a bun and secured it with an elastic. Wrapping her towel around her upper body, she laced her hand with Shane's as they made their way to her cabin. "I'll be right back," she told Shane, and took the steps two at a time to her cabin. It was empty, she assumed Cait and Peggy had gone to dinner already. She quickly shed her bikini and pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants, a green v-neck t-shirt, and flip flops. She found Shane sitting on the stairs of her cabin, waiting for her. She wrapped her amrs around him and kissed the back of his neck. Shane relaxed at her touch and stood up, pulling her with him.

They walked the short distance to Connect 3's cabin and Mitchie sat on the steps waiting for Shane.

He came out two seconds later in a dark gray button down and white skinny jeans.

"Of course, you get all dressed up when I look like a bum," she said, pouting slightly.

Shane kissed her on the cheek. "Don't even think about going back to change. I want you to feel comfortable around me. And besides, I like seeing you in sweats."

Mitchie smiled. "Well, in that case Mr. Grey, after dinner, you're changing in sweats and we're watching a movie.

Shane, lacing his hand with hers, replied, "Sounds like the perfect date to me."

After dinner.

Mitchie sighed, resting her head on Shane's shoulder, allowing him to snake his arms around her waist. Content, they waited for everyone else to finish.

As they walked back to Connect 3's cabin, Mitchie was chatting animatedly to Caitlyn and Peggy while Shane was arguing with Nate and Jason. From what Mitchie could hear, it seemed like Nate and Jason were upset at the idea of Shane kicking them out of their own cabin for the night.

Nate and Jason finally gave in and Shane punched a fist into the air. Mitchie rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, thinking that sometimes she felt like she was the older one in this relationship; in reality, she was turning 17 in3 weeks, he was 18.

Nate and Caitlyn headed to the lake for a bit while Jason and Peggy went to her cabin.

Mitchie sat on Shane's picked out a movie while Shane got changed in the bathroom. He emerged a minute later, wearing black sweatpants and a red t-shirt.

"Did you pick a movie out?" he asked her.

"Yep." Mitchie held out the movie Top Gun. Shane's eyes widened. "You like this movie?" he asked, staring at her.

"Yeah, my dad and I watch it all the time."

Shane put the movie on, and slid next to Mitchie on his bed. Resting her head on his pillow, she breathed in his scent, not wanting to forget it. He wrapped his one arm around her, pulling her close to him.

After the movie. 1 a.m.

Shane turned the movie off and rolled over to look at his girlfriend. She was sleeping peacefully, one arm under her head, the other entwined with his own. Her breathing was even.

Shane gently picked her up, carrying her bridal style out of his cabin to hers.

Once there, he nudged the door open with his foot, praying Cait and Peggy were asleep. They were. As quietly as he could, he laid Mitchie down on her bed. He sat down beside her, brushing her hair off her face. He pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, stirring her.

"Shane?" Mitchie asked, her voice laced with tiredness.

"Yes baby?"

"Stay with me tonight?"

Shane contemplated this for a minute. They were still waiting for the other cabin that the 6 of them were sharing to be considered "liveable", so they were all in their respective cabins until tomorrow.

"Please?"

"Sure baby," He slid in bed next to her, throwing the blankets over both of them before wrapping his arms around Mitchie's waist, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

There they fell asleep in each others arm.

The Next Morning. 7 a.m.

Mitchie awoke the next morning with Shane's arms around her waist and her back against him. She turned in his embrace and lay there for a few minutes, just listening to the sound of his slow, even, breathing.

She kissed him lightly on the mouth, trying to get him to wake up. No luck. She tried rolling away from him, attempting to get out of his grip. That did the trick, and she stood up.

"Mmm, come back here," Shane mumbled sleepily, his arms wrapping around the back of her legs, causing Mitchie to sit back on the bed.

"Shane, come on, we're gonna miss breakfast."

She kissed him harder this time, causing him to open his eyes in surprise.

"What was that for?" he asked, a smile on his face.

Mitchie grinned. "I don't konw. I felt like it."

"What happened to the shy, innocent Mitchie I met by the lakeside?"

"She's still here, but a bolder Mitchie is surfacing, thanks to a certain pop star," she added, ruffling his hair.

She got up out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Shane took advantage of her disappearance to roll over and go back to sleep.

Mitchie came out of the bathroom five minutes later, teeth brushed, hair pulled into a high ponytail.

She rolled her eyes at the sight of her boyfriend. His head was just visible beneath the comforter.

Mitchie made her way over to her bed, sitting on the edge.

Overcome by a surge of confidence, she straddled Shane on the bed in one swift movement, startling Shane immensely.

"What?" she asked, when Shane gave her a look.

"I already tried kissing you to get you to wake up, but obviously that didn't work, so I had no choice." She smiled.

Shane pulled Mitchie closer to him so that she was laying on top of him and kissed her softly.

The kiss became more intense, as Mitchie wound her fingers in his ebony curls. Hands were frantic and fumbling, as Shane's made their way to the hem of her t-shirt and slid it slightly upward. Mitchie gasped into the kiss as she felt his warm hands against her cold flesh. She could feel Shane starting to get excited as she broke the kiss and nuzzled his neck. Shane sighed and tightened his grip on her waist. And in doing so, his purity ring caught the sunlight and threw rainbows across the ceiling.

"Damnit," Shane swore in his head, as he pulled away slightly from Mitchie.

"Shane, what's wrong?" Mitchie asked, he eyes full of concern.

"Nothing, it's just that this," he held up his left hand, "has some meaning to me." He smiled and pulled Mitchie next to him, stroking her cheek tenderly.

Mitchie averted her eyes from his in shame.

"Hey," he said softly, "you did nothing wrong. I love you."

Mitchie's eyes widened in shock. No one besides her parents had ever told her that before.

"I know it's probably too early for me to be saying that, but it's true. I see myself being with you for a very long time. I don't want to pressure you into saying something you're not ready to..." he was cut off by Mitchie capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

"It's okay. I love you too." She smiled and got up, tugging Shane up with her.

Shane grabbed the sweatshirt he brought with him last night and pulled it over his head. He slid his feet into sneakers and followed his girlfriend out to the mess hall.

When the two teens were about 5 feet from the mess hall, Mitchie spotted an all too familiar car parked behind her mom's van.

"No....it can't be. He's gonna flip!"

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