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A lot of you guys were, well, angry at Mitchie for hopping from Shane to Nate to Shane. Think about this:

What if two guys really liked you? One guy dumps you. You go for the other, right? But when the guy you really love opens back up and asks you, do you stick with the guy whom you don't really love?

And here's your next chapter! Sorry you had to wait so long DX


"What? He's better, you say?" Brown asked, lines creasing in his aged forehead.

Mitchie nodded her head vigorously. "Yes! We've actually, um… gotten together." She blushed as she started her outburst, then realized what she was saying and slowed down.

Brown laughed, nodding his head in relief. "Fantastic! I was just about to tell you that Shane was leaving Camp Rock!" Mitchie laughed along with him, until she heard the end of his sentence.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

Brown glanced at Mitchie, then frowned. "What, he didn't tell you? He told me he was planning on leaving because he wasn't 'appy."

Mitchie shook her head, narrowing her eyes. She stood up abruptly and smiled sweetly Brown's way. "Thank you for the nice chat. Bye!" She said in a falsely happy tone. She then fled out the door, her heart fluttering. Why would Shane leave? And why wouldn't he tell her?

It was too soon for her to go to her next class, but she had an idea of where she did want to go.

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Mitchie burst into Shane's cabin. "You're LEAVING? And you didn't tell me?!" She cried, not really yelling. Her tone was more pleading and sorrowful and hurt than angry.

Shane jumped up, quickly pushing an open suitcase off the side of his bed, away from her eyes. Her mouth formed a shocked "o".

"So you really are leaving." She said bitterly. "Have fun." She turned to leave, Shane caught her arm with his hand, and he pulled her back. He immediately let go, as if to show her he wouldn't hurt her.

"Mitchie," he said. "I… am thinking of leaving Camp Rock." He looked away from her pained expression. "But not because of you!" He added quickly, wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her to his chest and sniffed into her hair, his eyes closing as her strawberry and kiwi shampoo engulfed his senses.

"I'm leaving because of Tess," he mumbled into her hair, feeling her stiffen at the girl's name. He traced tiny circles in her back with his fingertips and felt her relax. "Her mother said I could, well, Connect Three could tour with TJ Tyler and be the opening band… But only if I dated Tess."

Mitchie's eyes widened and she froze in his arms. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and she feared his next words.

"But I told her I wouldn't do it, just a few minutes ago I called her. Once TJ gives news to her daughter, I'll be dead. So I'm going to leave before she finds out and sues me." Shane said it all confidentially, like nothing was wrong with his idea. But Mitchie saw every problem, and one stuck out to her like a sore thumb.

"So, because you're afraid of Tess, you're leaving…" She sucked in air slowly, not sure how to word things. "You're leaving… me." Tears rushed to her eyes as she said the words she had been thinking aloud. Now it was Shane's turn to freeze up.

"I-I'm not leaving you, I mean, we can still keep in touch…" Shane realized how flawed his perfect plan had become. He had thought this up before Mitchie had come back to him. He sighed, released her, and rubbed his temples. Mitchie watched him silently.

"If you want to leave," she said slowly, softly. She was giving up. After all the trouble she had caused for Shane and Nate, was it worth it? No. If Shane wants to leave and end everything, she's going to let him. What can she do? She wanted Shane to be happy.

Mitchie shook her head at the shocked, upset look Shane gave her. She left the cabin without another word and walked down the path, scuffing her feet in the dirt.

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Mitchie burst into her own cabin, stepping back unexpectedly when she saw what was going on. "Caitlyn and Jason?" She asked loudly as she watched the two heavily make out on Caitlyn's bed. "No way," she muttered under her breath.

The pair jumped apart, surprised. Jason got up and ran his hand through his hair. He'd never been caught making out before, and this was, well… Embarrassing. He quickly made his way out the door.

"I got some, uh, bird house stuff, uh, see you later Caitlyn." He left, and Mitchie raised her eyebrows at a blushing Caitlyn.

"Since when did you guys get together?" Mitchie demanded, placing her hands on her hips. The sudden distraction helped Mitchie get her mind off the Shane drama.

"Not too long ago, but we really like each other! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I didn't want to bug you, and all." Caitlyn confessed, running her hand through her messed up hair.

"You look like you have sex hair or something," Mitchie commented, rolling her eyes. Caitlyn blushed deeper and grabbed her brush off the counter next to her bed. She ran the brush through her curly, light brown hair a few times before she noticed Mitchie's bothered expression.

"What's wrong?" She asked, poking Mitchie's arm. Mitchie had came and sat down next to Caitlyn on her bed, but was now staring at the floor. She mumbled an incoherent "nothing" that Caitlyn barely caught, but when she heard it, she knew that something big was up.

"There's gotta be something," Caitlyn pressed. If she worked hard enough, Mitchie would spill her guts, completely and totally. Either Mitchie kept everything bottled up, or it came out with tears. Caitlyn didn't like this side of her friend, but she felt good to be one of the only ones to get Mitchie to open up.

Mitchie tightened her lips into a frown and shook her head, her bottom lip pulling in a bit. It was obvious she was trying so hard not to cry.

"Come on, Mitchie, tell me." Caitlyn said, more forcefully this time.

"Shane's leaving Camp Rock," Mitchie whispered, refusing to let the tears fall. She blinked a few times, but this only helped the tears slowly trickle down her cheeks.

Caitlyn's eyes widened. "What? No he's not." She wrinkled her nose. Shane wasn't really going to leave now, was he? Everything was better! Everyone was happy!

"He's leaving because of Tess." Mitchie added quietly, then spilled out the whole story about Tess and TJ Tyler. Caitlyn sat through the entire story, her mouth agape. What a jerk Tess was! Mitchie sniffed, and Caitlyn realized that Mitchie was done telling her story.

"That Tess… Is so, she so—! I shouldn't say. But she's evil. And so is her mom. Shane was really great for turning her away… But why would he run away from his problems? That's the stupidest thing you can do." Caitlyn ranted on about how much of an idiot Shane was for wanting to leave, and how Tess was a witch with a capital B while Mitchie slunk back. Too many times had she ran away from her own problems.

The loud bell rang in the distance and announced that the second class of the day was over, and that the kids had 45 minutes of free time before lunch. Wait, why wasn't Caitlyn in class?

Before Mitchie could dwell on this new thought, Caitlyn suddenly stood up. "We're going to make Shane want to stay." She announced, seeming perkier, happier, now that she had a plan. She grabbed Mitchie's hand and pulled her towards the closet that held some of the girls' nicer clothes. A smirk on her face and an evil glint in her eye, Caitlyn threw open the closet doors. It was then that Mitchie decided she was in for it

Oh, and that Caitlyn had a one track mind.

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Shane picked up his fallen suitcase after a few minutes of sulking. He grabbed the clothing he had packed and dropped in the case, staring at the pile.

Finally, Shane sighed and started to fold it all again, one article at a time. He finally had Mitchie, and now he was leaving because he was scared. Life sucks.

Shane shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Once his shirts and uber-tight pants were all folded, he grabbed a pair of shoes that were sitting at the foot of his bed and threw them in. He sighed again and sat down.

He looked around the room, wondering what to pack next. He didn't want to pack at all, but if he wanted to be gone by nightfall, he'd better hurry up. Shane spotted two more pairs of shoes, 3 hats, a bunch of socks, boxers that were scrunched up in the corner, a belt that was lying on the window pane.

Just as he stood up to get the rest of his stuff, Jason flew in. He looked embarrassed, his hair looked, well, messed up, and his lips were full like he had just been making out.

"Whoa, Jason, slow down. What's up?" Shane asked the obviously flustered guy.

Jason took notice of Shane, then sighed. "I was looking all over for you!" He explained.

Shane opened his arms and shrugged. "Well, I'm right here." He replied. "What's up?" Shane added as he caught Jason eyeing his suitcase.

"Well, I was with Caitlyn and Mitchie came in, so I left but I listened at their door. And she was all upset and crying and she said you were leaving." Jason said the first part with ease, but as he said the last part his eyebrows knitted together and he was frowning, his expression upset. "You're leaving?" He repeated.

Shane scowled, explaining himself again. This, he knew, was going to happen once again with Nate (if he cared), then probably Brown (who didn't know the reason why he was leaving, only knew that he wanted to), with that creepy Dee lady, and with Mitchie (again). He'd bet more than anything that he'd have to explain himself to Mitchie at least two more times.

Jason pouted his lips and blinked his eyes. "Okay." He started. "… But why are you leaving?"

Shane sighed and rolled his eyes, almost laughing at Jason's innocent stupidity. "Because, I told you, Tess is going to have her mom sue me or something and I can't be here when she blows up." Jason made an "ooohhh, I get it" face at which Shane did laugh.

"But Mitchie is still really upset." Jason added. He glanced once more, sorrowfully, at Shane's open suitcase, then left the cabin, leaving Shane to suffocate in his troubles.

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At both lunch and dinner, no one spoke a word about Shane's leaving. Nate sat as far away from Shane and Mitchie, who were seated next to each other. Nate refused to talk to Mitchie, Mitchie refused to talk to Shane, and Caitlyn and Jason would do nothing but talk to each other.

Finally, it was after dinner and everyone was free to do whatever. Most kids were practicing for the Jam the next night, but not Mitchie and Caitlyn.

If you were to listen outside their door, you would hear complaints from Mitchie:

"Ouch, that's my hair, you know!"

"Auggh, Caitlyn! That's never going to fit!'

"Caitlyn, you put way too much on!"

"You do know that this is itchy, right?"

You would also hear more… commanding replies from Caitlyn.

"Suck it up, girl! Pain for beauty!"

"Oh my god, Mitchie, that is cute and you will wear it!"

"Yeah, I know it hurts, but TOO BAD."

"STOP COMPLAINING."

What on earth was going on? Whatever it was, Mitchie clearly wasn't happy. Had you been on the inside of the cabin, it would be very obvious that Mitchie was unhappy. She was frowning and her eyes were narrowed, which caused Caitlyn to yell some more.

"How do you think I can put this mascara on with your eyes all squinty, Mitchie?! Work with me!"

Mitchie sighed and opened her eyes, letting the creases in her forehead smooth out.

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Mitchie knocked lightly on the door to Shane's cabin, not letting the light catch her body when Shane opened the door. She made sure to stick in the shadows.

"Are you alone?" She whispered, her voice low. She had a smirk on her face, and the glint in her eyes could only be described as sly. Shane lifted an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm alone." He replied, and Mitchie walked inside and shut the door. Shane's eyes bugged out at he saw his girlfriend.

Mitchie was wearing a tight, formfitting black shirt that hugged her sides that stopped just above her bellybutton that was Caitlyn's. Sitting very low on her hips was a short denim miniskirt that had a wide red belt through it, to add some color. This was also Caitlyn's. She wore red and black striped knee-high socks with gray converses.

Her whole outfit was from Caitlyn's closet, save the converses.

One her face, she wore deep, blood red lipstick and the lightest bit of pink blush. Her eyes were decked out in makeup Demi Lovato would wear: heavy mascara, thick eyeliner, and black eye shadow to give her eyes more depth.

Her hair was curly, natural. Her bangs were pushed to the side and fastened with a black clip, and her locks were pulled into a ponytail on the side. She pouted her lips in a sexy smirk and waited for Shane to say something.

Shane's eyes were wide and unblinking and his mouth was wide open. Mitchie took a step forward and lifted his chin, closing his mouth, with a painted-black fingernail. "You're catching flies, Shane," she whispered in his ear, licking his earlobe slowly.

Shane suddenly came out of the trace he was in, his eyes closing for a moment before snapping open. "Mitchie! What the hell are you DOING?" He asked, sounding furious.

"What?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "A girl can't look nice for her boyfriend?" She protested, her voice sweet and sugary, her lips pouty.

Shane shook his head. "Mitchie!" He groaned. "Stop. This isn't you."

"Why can't it become me?" She purred, stepping closer to him. She placed both her hands on his chest, and she rubbed her chin along his collar bone. She pressed her nails into his chest, scratching him lightly through his shirt.

"Mitchie! Stop! What's gotten into you?!" Shane pushed Mitchie away, staring her with confused eyes. Where was his Mitchie? His sweet, loving, clumsy yet adorable Mitchie? This wasn't who he had wanted when he has asked her to be his girlfriend!

Mitchie frowned, puzzled. "What's wrong, Shane?" She asked, not stepping closer to him. Shane saw the same apprehension he knew, and his heart melted and his anger dissolved.

"Mitchie, I don't know what's wrong with you, but if you think that… this," he motioned to her clothing, her hair, and her makeup, "is what I want, then you're wrong. The old Shane might have been interested, but I'm not." Shane shook his head and walked into the bathroom. He came back with some wet paper towels and handed them to Mitchie, who wiped away her makeup, and tears.

She took her shoes and knee-highs off and wrapped her arms around her stomach, her eyes red from the tears that had leaked. "I, I just, I just…" She kept choking on her words.

Shane sat down next to Mitchie and hugged her, pulling her close. "You what?" He asked softly.

"I just wanted to give you a reason to stay." She whispered, her lips tugged down in an upset frown. "I don't want you to leave."

Shane's grip tightened, as if he would never let go. "You're the only reason I stayed longer than I had, Mitchie. I was ready to leave the second I got here!" He explained, his breath tickling her ear. "But then I met you." His rough voice caused a wave of shivers to wash over her, and Mitchie smiled.

"I love your smile," he said, sliding the scrunchie out of her hair. He slid it over her wrist, then ran his fingers through her hair. "I also love your hair. And the way it smells," he commented, smiling when Mitchie giggled.

"I love you for you, Mitchie, not because you dress up like a willing slut." Shane whispered. Mitchie froze up in his arms. This was happening a lot lately, but this time, it was because she was surprised. A happy surprised. A… shocked surprise.

Suddenly Mitchie threw her arms around Shane's neck. She pressed her lips against his, her legs straddling his waist. When she pulled away, she said, "Shane, I love you too."

It was just then that it hit Shane. He had said he loved her… But it was by accident! He didn't really… Did he? Did Shane love Mitchie? He didn't know. He wasn't sure yet, and he wasn't ready to say he loved her.

Shane slowly unattached Mitchie's arms and legs from him, not meeting her eyes. "Mitchie…" He started, in the voice a guy would use when breaking up with a girl. "When I said that I loved you for you… I didn't mean it that way, I mean, I like you, a lot, but I'm not sure if I love you. This is all too quick. I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. And while he couldn't see her, he knew that she was upset. Very upset.

Mitchie stood up, grabbing her shoes, her socks stuffed into them already. "Oh, I see, Shane, I get it. I'm the reason you're at Camp Rock, but you're leaving. I should have guessed you don't love me." Tears were running down her cheeks and her bottom lip was quivering.

"I get it," she finished in a pinched voice. She walked to the door, but before she left the room, she added, "Oh, and I'm leaving, too." The door closed with an angry clatter, and Shane stared through watery eyes at the spot where she had just been. He reached out at the air, grasping nothing.

"Mitchie! Please! I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I can make it up to you!" He yelled. Tears flooded his eyes and streamed down his cheeks as he got the true meaning of her words.

His response was a low, angry howl of the wind.


There you guys go! More drama. Sorry if throughout the story Mitchie was OOC at points. I know the whole slut thing is probably gonna get a lot of complaints, but it was Caitlyn's idea… Which is OOC too. See, when writing, I let my characters take over, and if Caitlyn wanted Mitchie to dress like a slut to get Shane to stay? Well, what can I do? DX

I know my updates are really spaced apart now, like four to six days, but it's because of how darn busy I am. I'm auditioning for an agent in, like, 2 days, so I've had to learn monologues for that, PLUS my mom has taken a fancy to limiting my computer time :K To, like, an hour. A day.

But I promise that you will never have to wait more than week for an update. Unless, like, something big comes up. Which it probably will in the future… But what I'm saying is that I'm gonna try to update at least once a week.

Sorry if there are any typos. I'd like to get a beta-reader eventually, but I would need one that was very, very, active. On the days I get around to writing, I write the whole chapter. In a day. I know that's unreasonable, but that's how I work. And at the end of that day, I proof read and post it. So this beta-reader would have to be on on those days that I'm writing (he or she would be notified on that day), and be prepared for a chapter sent their way in a few hours, and would need to be able to read it then, and to sent it back ay-sap.

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