Caitlynn looked around the camp, biting her lip until it almost bled. Where are they? She sighed. "We've got two runaways," she muttered. "Going nowhere."

Nate smiled at her and out an arm around her shoulders. "We'll find them," he said. "Shane probably just went to kick a tree or something."

Caitlynn jerked away from him and stuck her hands in her pockets. Why does he keep doing that?

Jason jogged up from the arts and crafts cabin. "Nothing," he sighed. Then he perked up. "But I found tree house pieces."

Nate smacked him. "Focus!" he said. "Shane and Mitchie are still missing."

"Oh." Jason sombered. "Did you check the cabins?"

"Yeah," said Caitlynn, looking at the lake. No canoes. "Nothing."

They all sighed. "Well…you don't think they'd go into the woods, do you?" asked Nate, glancing at the trees.

Caitlynn shook her head. "I don't know."

"Why did Mitchie run off?" asked Jason.

"She got a call from her mom. I'm guessing it didn't go well." Caitlynn rolled her eyes. Parents bite sometimes.

"So that's what she looked to upset about," mused Nate. "She looked like Brown was leading her off for torture."

"I know," Jason said, rembering Mitchie's expression.

"Where did Shane seemed to go?" asked Caitlynn.

"Well," said Nate, frowning. "I honestly don't know. He got mad when we started talking about the article and he stormed off. You'd think he would have calmed down or something. Or be in view."

Jason nodded. "Knowing him, he'd be playing his guitar somewhere."

Caitlynn glowered at the floor. "Check the cabins again. Don't tell Brown."

The split up, hurrying in different directions.

Meanwhile, Mitchie and Shane had managed to stumble back to the camp, right next to Mitchie's cabin. They glanced around and hurried inside.

"Ugh," groaned Mitchie, picking a stick from her hair. "I thought we'd never get out of there."



Shane agreed, shaking out his hair. "Me, too."

Mitchie sat on the bed and sighed. "Thanks for following me. I probably would still be out there if not for your navigational skills."

Shane snorted. "What?" he asked. "Gut feelings and followin moss?"

Mitchie smiled. "That and your company."

Shane smiled, too. "No problem."

"So," asked Mitchie. "What do you think we're gonna do about the article? I mean, I know you don't like me like that so I know it must be harder for you. Especially with your tour coming up!"

Shane stared at her. "You think I don't like you?" he asked.

"Not like that," she said easily, pullingt a leaf from her shoe and tossing it to the floor. "As a friend."

Shane sat next to her and pulled a twig from her hair. "Maybe," he agreed. "But you know what?"

Mitchie looked at him. "What?"

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "I do like you. More than a friend."

Mitchie stared at him. "What?" she repeated.

He gave her a kiss and stood up. "I better go. Keep thinking about it," he said before hurrying out the door.

Caitlynn came in a few minutes later. Mitchie still sat frozen on her bed. "There you are!" cried Caitlynn. "I've been looking for you everywhere. Nate was about to give up!"

Mitchie touched her lips and whispered. "I'm sorry."

Caitlynn noticed. Her eyes widened. "Did he…" she gasped.

Mitchie flopped back onto the bed. "Shane Gray like me," she whispered.

Sorry so short! (brother again. There is not peace at my house!)

I need your guys' help. I thinking of ways for Shane and Mitchie to get back at the newspaper. Send me your answer in the reviews:

Do you like better:

-them sueing the newspaper company



-Sueing the journalist

- writing their own article about something

-other(give me your ideas!!)

Writers block sucks. Please help me get out of it!!