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Disclaimer: Don't own songs or Camp Rock…sadness. I changed some of the words in the song to fit with the story, but I don't own the song...

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"Oh man. We got to go!" I yelled as we let go, and I looked at my watch.

"Okay. I'm hungry," Shane declared as he packed and grabbed both of our guitars.

"Shall we?"

"We shall!" And off we went, on a beautiful day in Camp Rock. We were back to being best friends, and nothing could make me happier.

Chapter 7:

Mitchie POV:

Let me tell you that when Shane and I stepped into the mess hall arm in arm…people turned around as quick as you can say "rock star." I almost tugged Shane out of the room, I was that nervous, but he pulled us to the food line confidently.

"Shane, they're staring at us!" I whispered anxiously.

"Yeah, well, I am a rock star…but if you want, I can tell them to stop staring?" Shane smirked. I scowled. This wasn't typical for me; I only get attention from Sierra and my family. And once in a while, my teachers, and/or the bullies of the school.

"Shane Joseito Gray! Don't you dare!" I poked him square in the chest and squinted as if I was madder than old Mr. Mack who lived on the corner of our street.

Shane smiled at my attempt, and just continued to put food on our trays. Eventually we went to sit down next to Caitlyn who seemed to be texting feverishly, blushing every once in a while.

"Cait, tell Nate hi, and eat your food. I promise it'll be good this year!" Shane instructed as he plopped down on his seat. I smiled and tucked that compliment down for Mom.

"Heh? Oooh, sure, hi, Shane! Hey Mitch, where did you go this morning? I looked everywhere!" Caitlyn scrambled as she put her phone away and concentrated on her bacon.

"Well, I was walking along the lake shore when I saw Shane, and I was like, "I know martial arts, dude!" and Shane was all like, "Uh, no you don't, Mitch." And then we played songs, hugged, and I told him I forgave him. It was awesome!" I said all in one breathe. I smiled at the memory and spaced out till Caitlyn poked me repeatedly. Spinning around in my chair, I was about to poke her back, when she whispered,

"Something wicked this way comes. Watch out! We got your back…" For Tess Tyler, the 'elitist' and the most blingalicious girl of the camp, was heading towards our table. She was smiling smugly, and was trying to get Shane, I knew.

I stiffened, and Shane squeezed my hand under the table, reassuringly. Oh, Shane.

"Hey Shaneyyy! Why don't you leave those freaks and come join me?" Tess flirted, twirling her hair and giggling.

"Why don't I say…NO! Tess, I told you before, and now I say once again…NO! And don't call me that, only Mitchie can!" Shane rejected loudly.

"Ugh! Who is this new girl you're hanging around with anyway?" She replied with disgust, frowning at me like I was a bug beneath her pretty heals.

"She's my bestest friend! And if you'll excuse yourself, we can get some peace around here," Shane finished as he sat back down, because, apparently, he had stood up as he was saying his little speech, which was fantastic, by the way.

"Shaney, that was awesome!" I grinned, after all, I was the only one allowed to call him that…

"Thanks, Mitch," He answered me with a hug.

"I love you Shane." I muttered.

"I love you too, Mitchie." We hugged for a few more seconds before Caitlyn interrupted, wrinkling her nose.

"Ew. PDA…Get a room!"

I laughed, before eating as quickly as I can. I was still trying to ignore the stares, especially after the Shane-Tess thing.

"Come on, we must hurry so we can get to class," Caitlyn told me. Shane was a dance instructor, this year, not a camper like Cait and I. He's teaching hip-hop for us, 3rd hour/class.

Caitlyn and I had checked our schedules last night to find that we had every class together. That's definitely a good thing!

"Yeah, you're right. Bye, Shane. See ya," I pecked his cheek before standing and dumping my tray out. I turned around to wave, only to find a star-struck teenager staring dumbly after me. I giggled.

"Mitch, stop looking at him!" Caitlyn tugged me away. "Seriously, everyone could tell you have the biggest crush on the boy…girls these days…" I nodded at her, before realizing what she said.

"Hey! I don't like Shane like that! He's just my friend," I protested.

"Sure…" Caitlyn trailed off unconvinced. "That's why you write songs for him and gawk at him all the time…" She added.

"Cait! Fine, I like him." I looked around to see if anyone heard before murmuring,

"You know how it feels, you have Nate…"

"I know." Caitlyn smiled dreamily, before linking arms and skipping with me down to Brown's teaching cabin, otherwise known as our first class.

Let it begin.

"Hi, Uncle Brown!" I cried out as I sneaked behind my 'uncle.'

"Mitchie! My, you have grown, poppet!" Brown marveled in his awesome Australian accent.

"Yeah, mate so have you." I joked. It was an inside with us over the years. I laughed with him, before turning to see my curly haired friend, and no, not Nate…his girlfriend.

"Explain. Now." Caitlyn demanded.

"Oh, well, since I grew up with Shane, I saw Brown a lot, and he's like my 'uncle', you could say."

"Yeah, Mitchie is my poppet niece. Didn't she tell you?" Brown swung his arm around my shoulder.

"No, not really..." Caitlyn shook her head at us.

"Well, Caity, Uncle Brown is right. I'm his poppet niece," I said gently. Brown snorted at my tone, before we both cracked up laughing.

"Your attempt to scare me worked. And the bacon is getting to you, Mitchie, just so you know," She told me. Caitlyn walked over to our Australian teacher and held her arms out. She knew him well also, after all, she's Nate's girlfriend, and she's been here for years.

"Hey Caitlyn, we missed you. How are Nate and Jason?" Brown asked as he let go of her.

"They're doing well. I was texting Nate earlier. He's coming down with Jason, soon."

"That's great! I can't wait. And you better get into your seats, mates." He grinned at us, and pointed toward the front seats.

"Okay." We skipped again to our seats, just in time, for the 'bell' rang at that moment.

As class started, Brown went serious and introduced himself. After that…he picked me to sing.

"So…let's see what I'm working with this year. Eenis meani miney YOU." Of course Eenis are the clones of Tess. Meani is Tess (ha-ha). Miney is Caitlyn. You is me, obviously.

"Uncle Brown…you heard me sing before…" I complained.

"You can't argue with the finger," I couldn't, really.

"Okay." I stood up and faced the room. This song was one I wrote after Shane left. It's one of my favorites.

"He was all I ever wanted
He was all I ever needed and more.
He walked out my door,
then he went away.
Left my heart in two,
Left me standing here…
singing all these blues, yeah…

You left without a single word
not even sorry
it might've hurt worse to hear you say:
I'm leaving, goodbye.
But your smile still makes my heart sing…
Another sad song,
I can't forget it,
I won't regret it.
'Cause I'm still in love with you!"

"Oh poppet niece, that was great!" Brown said quietly as he high-fived me.

"Let's see what else I have here. I bet no one can up Mitchie…"

I blushed at that, and went back to my seat smiling.

Yeah, I will totally enjoy camp.

A/N: That was cheesy. I like this one. Do you?

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