I love chocolate cake and I'm very excited because Camp Rock 2 is on its way here. Cheers to that.


"Mitchie," Shane began, moving one of his hand to my hips, holding me. Shane was holding me. And I don't mean holding me physically, I mean holding me.

He gives me one kiss, and I already feel like I belong to him. I cannot have that. I can not let someone apart from me hold me.

"No, no, no, no." I pushed him away from me, backing as much as I could.

"Mitch?" Hurt crossed his features at my rejection; he took a step closer to me.

"No." I said again, more to me than to him, making him freeze right where he was.

"'No'? What do you mean 'no'?"

"You tell me! What does this mean?" I don't know why I was totally and stupidly freaking out at the whole situation. It scared me.

"Well, I don't know...um, we just kissed?" Oh, really?

"No, you kissed me." I accused. "What does that mean??"

He sighed, completely confused at my behavior. Obviously he had expected a different reaction from me.

"Mitchie, I have no idea. I just did what I felt like I wanted to do."

"So this has no actual meaning?"

"Well, yes, I just don't know what it is..." I gathered my things up in what seemed like a second, fixing my eyes anywhere but at him.

"What are you doing?" Shane asked me from the spot he was apparently unable to leave.

"Doing what I feel I want to do." I told him, reaching the door in a quick pace.

* * * * *

Brilliant Mitchie, you had to stand there and kiss him back. Terrific. Obviously I couldn't have enough with just being kissed by him, noooo, I had to kiss him back, just to show him everything I felt.

I had to royally screw up.

There's no way of fixing this.

And then, after acting like the hormonal teen taken out directly from the cheesiest movie, I had to freak out, and leave Shane there completely confused.

Royal screw up.

"Uggh." I complained to my reflection on the mirror, making a face.

I decided to try and get something out of all my frustration; I grabbed my guitar and my lyric notebook, making my way to the backyard. Why had it felt so...so I-never-want- to-stop-kissing-you like? I wondered as I sat on my glider bench.

I began strumming my guitar, following the chords Nate and Jason had been working on for "This is Me."

"No more hidding who I wanna be...this is me..." I sang under my breath. It was getting frustrating, being unable to finish the song. I closed my eyes, just letting the music flow through me, trying to find the words my song was missing.

"I know what it means." I yelped as my swinging was forced to stop; my eyes snapped open, of course, to find him.

"Shane?"

"It means I like you. It means I don't want to be away from you. It means I know you're as scared as I am, but it also means I'm willing to protect you, I want to protect you, and keep you safe. I meant a lot of stuff with that kiss, Mitchie, some things I cannot put into words. It means you make me speechless. It means how much YOU mean to me. It means I want to be with you." Shane said it all in one breath, his determined eyes staring into mine, my mouth agape.

I stared at him, watching his chest rise and fall heavily, watching him being nervous. I placed my guitar on the ground, the seconds seemed to be ticking by unhurriedly, I felt like everything was in slow motion.

But it gave me time to think.

I stood up from my seat, not looking at him yet, trying to get used to the butterflies and shivers that ran through me. I knew my eyes were gleaming with tears again, and I just had one question left to do.

"Do you promise to keep me safe?" When I looked into Shane's eyes I knew the answer before the question had been asked. And it was not something that would make me cry for the wrong reasons.

Shane scooped me up in his arms, settling me in the bench next to him. He encircled me with his arms, protectively, warmly.

"Just if you let me be by your side." He said in a gentle voice to my ear, placing a light kiss to it.

I couldn't help it. I was too happy/confused/scared/blissful right now. I let the tears fall into his shoulder, this time I grapped my arms around his middle -I wanted to hold him, too.

"Hey, hey," He lifted my chin with his hand, searching my eyes. "This is the last time I want to see you cry, okay?"

I smiled, happy despite my stained cheeks.

Shane smiled back at me, a spark I had never seen before coloring his eyes.

His expression changed for a moment, I saw him leaning in, asking for permission with his eyes. I only closed mine, and seconds later I felt his lips pressed adoringly agasint mine.

The kiss lasted just a moment, but it was all we needed, all it took to left us both smiling.

He moved his forehead to rest against mine, he was chuckling, I was giggling. It was as perfect as it could be.

I don't know how much time we spent just swinging back and forth, enjoying each other's company, and the comfort I knew we both felt.

The sky was now dark, dotted with just a few stars. I was resting against the backrest of the bench, my head on Shane's shoulder, my eyes peacefully closed. I felt Shane shift under me, his lips brushing against my ear.

"You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing, I need to find you, I gotta find you. You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me, I need to find you, I gotta find you." He sang softly, to me.

I seated up, more than loving the way the words felt. "What's that?" I asked, giving him a questioning look.

"It's for you." He smiled and pulled me back into his arms.

"Wait, wait, wait." I freed myself away from his arms again, grabbing my guitar, suddenly confident with inspiration. "Sing that again."

He looked questioningly at me. "You're the..."

"No, wait!" I played on my guitar until I found the piece I was looking for. "Okay, go!" He laughed at my enthusiasm, and sang.

"You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing, I need to find you, I gotta find you. You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me, I need to find you..."

"I gotta find you." I joined him, smiling widely. It clicked. It was exactly what I had been looking for.

"This is real, this is me, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now, gonna let the light shine on me. Now I've found who I am, there's no way to hold it in, no more hiding who I want to be, this is me."

He smiled, knowing exactly what I was doing, agreeing.

"You're the missing piece I need, the song inside of me."

"This is me."

"You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing."

"Now I've found who I am, there's no way to hold it in. no more hiding who I want to be, this is me."

The song was finished. It was everything I had expected it to be.

Looks like Shane was all I needed.


A.N.: n.n sorry. I couldn't help it. I had to add just a little more drama :D But then there was the light fluff. Believe me, when I write fluff, it's usually fluffier than this. yay. okay. I'm a little dry right now. So I just hope you liked it!

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