Alex's POV

"How do you know Shane Gray?" I asked, my lunch tray hitting the table as I took a seat opposite of Mitchie, my eyes on Justin and Shane across the room.

"He's a friend, I guess. I met him last summer when he came here." She shrugged, following my gaze and nodding once she understood my sudden interest. "He's a really nice guy deep down, but he's got the biggest ego I've ever seen. It's even bigger than yours."

"Have you ever seen him with a steady boyfriend?" I asked, taking a sip of my pink lemonade and a bite of my mini-burger.

"Nope, but there are a few myths about him having relationships that last longer than a month. But mostly he just screws everything that walks, boy or girl. Especially on tour. Actually, there've been rumors that he, Nate, and Jason all sleep with each other while they're in the same tour bus. But seriously doubt that, Nate and Jason aren't horndogs like him." She sighed, her eyes on her food.

"I'm worried about Justin. Shane's too much like his last boyfriend." I took another bite of my sandwhich and turned my attention at the beautiful girl sitting across from me. I noticed she wasn't eating much so I asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? No, I'm fine. Tired...but fine." She quickly answered, picking up a french fry and nibbling on it. I was about to sigh, but I glanced over and noticed Mitchie's little gang of friends staring at me. They all quickly turned back to their food, whispering to each other.

"I'm guessing your friends don't like me very much." I finally heaved that sigh I've been holding in, getting her attention. She glanced over her shoulder, holding a gaze with the Caitlyn girl.

"Um, well, they just don't know you very well." She shrugged, turning back to me and smiling. I didn't smile back when guilt washed over me.

"And you do?" I asked quietly, crossing my arms and looking down at my food. I wasn't hungy any more. A lot of that being that I haven't smoked in forever. Mitchie's helped me at night though, keeping my mind off of my needs. And not the way you think, you perv. I mean like asking me questions about New York, Harper, Max and my parents. We even took out a deck of cards one time and I showed her how to play poker.

"Well...you said we could fix that, and we have been." She replied slowly. "But I've got the rest of the day off, and since you don't go to your lessons anyways...do you wanna go for a canoe ride or something?"

"It's too hot." I replied, looking up at her and smiling when I got the perfect idea. "Let's sneak into the cabin where they keep the extra instruments. We could start a band, and practice for that Final Jam thing."

She smiled, a blush coming to her cheeks. "You want to be in a band?"

"Well, as awesome as a solo drummer would be..." I pointed out, getting a laugh from her. "...come on, it'll be fun. And we don't be a band for Final Jam, but I wanna be in it so I need some people on guitars or piano."

"Okay...I think I know some people, and Justin plays the guitar, right?" She raised an eyebrow, reaching across the small table and stealing my apple.

"Yep." I answered, watching as she slowly brought the apple to her lips, her eyebrow still raised and her eyes drilling a hole through me. "You know what, Miss Torres?"

"Yes, Miss Russo?" She giggled, taking a bite of the apple and chewing it slowly.

"I think this really is going to be an awesome summer." I couldn't hold back the goofy smile that spread across my face as she giggled even more.

"Let's hope so." She replied, taking another bite.

1 Hour Later

"A band? That's actually not a bad idea...well, coming from you and all." Justin laughed at his own joke as he played a few chords on his guitar.

"So you'll be in it? And it's just for Camp Rock, not like the one we had at home." I told him, pointing one of my drum sticks at him and tapping the other on a symbol. I'd already explained the Russo family band FAIL to Mitchie, and she was giggling from the corner, tapping the mic to check it.

The door to the cabin flew open, and we all froze, fearing that we'd been caught sneaking into the music cabin. But everyone sighed with relief when Caitlyn walked into the room.

"I looked all over, but every bass player that was good enough said no, and every bass player that found out the Russo siblings would be in the band, didn't even bother saying no...they just ran away." She groaned, dropping her bag and sitting on a stool at the front of the room.

"Why would they do that?" Justin asked. I considered throwing my drum stick at his head, mostly because it's an easy target, but decided against it.

"Justin, come on, look at us." I threw my hands out and pointed down at myself. "We're freaking awesome! People are jealous."

"Actually, people are jealous." Caitlyn agreed, leaning back against the wall behind her. "But only because Justin's with Shane Gray."

"That's stupid." Justin laughed. "They shouldn't turn down the band just because they don't like the fact that Shane wants to spend time with me."

"They turned down the band because Shane wants to get in your pants, not spend time with you." She laughed, glancing at Mitchie, who shyly looked down her feet to stay out of the conversation.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Justin stood up from his own stool, his guitar still in front of him.

"Nothing, just that Shane has a reputation for messing with people, getting in their beds, and taking off. Wow, doesn't that sound oddly familiar?" Caitlyn's eyes went straight to Mitchie, who seemed to silently begging Caitlyn to stop making a scene.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I exclaimed, standing and crossing my arms, my drum sticks hitting the ground and getting the whole room's attention.

"I think you know what it's suppose to mean." Caitlyn replied, standing and picking up her bag. "Sorry that I ruined band time, I know that I said I'd stay out of this, but Mitchie, come on...people are right, there's something messed up with the Russo siblings."

"We're standing right here." Justin pointed out, his voice getting louder and coming out with a big duh printed on it.

"Caitlyn..." Mitchie trailed off, not knowing what to say. Her friend walked to the door, her hand on the knob as she turned to say one last thing.

"I'm just trying to look out for my best friend, just like when I first started dating Tess and you were completely against it." She turned the knob, pulling the door open but standing still.

"Exactly!" Mitchie exclaimed, stepping towards her. "I hated you and Tess being together, I knew you would get hurt...but look at you now. You guys are so in love that sometimes it hurts to watch you even talk to each other, and I've accepted the fact that Tess isn't going to hurt you...she loves you."

"There's just one thing missing from that speech, Mitchie." Caitlyn replied slowly, looking over at me and Justin. "She's never going to love you. Face it, Alex is just another Shane Gray, which makes Justin even more messed up because he's trying to make it work with the real Shane Gray."

"You..." Justin started, but he didn't say anything.

"I'll see you later, Mitchie." Caitlyn sighed, walking out of the door and leaving the rest of us standing around the room, waiting for something to say. But there was really nothing to say. Everything Caitlyn said was true...to a point. I was just another Shane Gray.

Justin and Mitchie were in the same target zones, me and Shane pointing arrows right at their hearts. I may not have known what to do at the moment, but I knew at least one thing for sure. Me and Shane Gray needed to have a talk. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind a lightbulb went off. Not only was I being Shane, but I was Caitlyn, too. She was just looking out for Mitchie, the way I'm trying to look out for Justin.

Things at Camp Rock just got a lot worse.

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AN: Yes, you might not like Caitlyn at the moment, but she's just looking out for her best friend. Just like when Alex started asking Mitchie what she knew about Shane. XP And all you horndogs, don't worry, the sex is on it's way!