A/N: For anyone who thinks this is moving a bit slow, please realise that from the first chapter to this one it's only been six days. Chapter one was Saturday evening at her cousin's wedding and this one is Friday morning.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or places you recognize from Camp Rock. Their characters may be tweaked a bit, but hopefully not too much.

I woke up this morning in a very good mood. Then I remembered why I was in a good mood. I immediately called Caitlyn freaking out.

"Hello?" she answered happily.

"Caitlyn!" My voice was frantic, but I couldn't help it.

"Nate?" she asked worriedly. "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Is everything okay?"

"No Cait, I don't think it is."

"Just calm down and tell me what happened."

"Last night – I – she." I sighed in frustration and gave up. "I need to talk to you."

"I'm here," she urged. "Talk."

"Let's go out to breakfast or something," I suggested. "Anything. I need to get out of my house. I can't be here."

"Absolutely," she agreed right away. "You okay to drive or you want me to pick you up?"

"Can you pick me up?" I felt like a child having to ask that, but my mind wasn't fit to be driving.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

I hung up my phone and took a quick shower before getting dressed. The shower managed to calm my nerves a bit and I wasn't as frantic when I tossed on a jacket and hat and headed out the front door. I waited on the porch for Caitlyn to get there and she pulled up several minutes later. I wordlessly got in the passenger seat. I had to give her credit. I know she wanted so badly to ask me what was going on, but instead she kept her questions to herself. That was a big step for Caitlyn. We both knew she could get the answers she wanted out of me with little prodding, but she respected that I wasn't ready to talk.

"Where do you want to eat?" she asked instead.

"Anywhere they serve food."

"Oh well that sums it up," she rolled her eyes.

"I'm a twenty-two year old male who just woke up."

"Point taken," she nodded. "How about we just go to that diner a few towns over."

"The one that mostly old people go to?" I wrinkled my nose. I didn't mind old people, but being completely surrounded by them always made me feel like a child.

She smirked. "That's the one."

"You know how I feel about that place."

"Hey! You said anywhere that serves food. That places serves food, good food," she defended. "Besides, it'll be more private there then somewhere swarming with younger people."

She had a point; a bunch of senior citizens weren't going to be concerned with my breakfast outing or conversation. I sighed and she smiled in triumph. Another half an hour and we were sitting in a cozy booth with coffees, waiting for our food to be delivered.

"So are you going to tell me what happened any time?" she asked, looking at me intently. I was thankful to have Caitlyn as a friend – despite how obnoxious she could be. She wasn't fussing and she wasn't being pushy. She just acknowledged that she wanted to know what's up, but left the option up to me.

"Everything went wrong last night Caitlyn." I looked down to my mug before raising my eyes back up to her. "Everything's changed now. And I can't handle things this way."

"What do you mean?" she frowned. "I thought you had fun last night."

"I did," I nodded quickly.

"Then what's the problem?" she raised an eyebrow. "You can't handle having fun?"

"No, it's not that. I-" I stopped and sighed. I didn't want to tell her this, but I had to. "Caitlyn, Mitchie was there last night."

"What do you mean she was there?" she asked confused. "Shane and her stayed and opened presents for hours. Shane told me so himself this morning when I talked to him."

"Not at the karaoke bar," I shook my head.

"Then where…" her eyes snapped to mine as realization hit her. "She was at your house?"

I nodded grimly. "Caity, I don't know what to do."

"Tell me what happened," she demanded.

"I was just making a snack. Oh, and thanks for making me buy so much junk the other day."

"Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. No stalling, keep going."

"So, I was digging through the cupboards and I swear I didn't know she had been there, Caitlyn. I had no idea. She must have been sitting around in the damn dark for crying out loud!"

"Nate," she said sternly. "Please, stop stalling and just tell me what happened."

I sighed. I trained my eyes on my coffee before whispering out an answer. "She kissed me Caitlyn."

"She what?" her eyebrows rose. And that's all it took for me to start rambling and spill everything.

"She kissed me. And I kissed her back and… and I thought that meant she'd broken up with Shane. I didn't think she'd kiss me if she were still with him. And things got pretty heated. And then… and then her phone rang. And it was Shane. And she told him she was home, in bed. And I realised she didn't break up with him. And she had no qualms over having been sucking my face moments before and lying to him about it. And when she hung up the phone she tried to start kissing me again. And, oh god Caity, I wanted to kiss her so bad. I've been waiting so long to be able to. I didn't start again though. I promise Caity. I made her leave – even though it killed me to. I never wanted to do this to Shane. And I don't know what to do now."

I was panting by the time I finished talking. It felt good to get that all out, but I felt terrible putting it all on Caitlyn. I just needed help. And she'd give me help and not bullshit around about it.

"I can't believe her," Caitlyn shook her head. "After our talk in the car the other day she still has the nerve to kiss you."

She paused as our food was delivered. The waitress, who appeared to be in her forties, heard Caitlyn's last statement and very quickly put our plates before us and disappeared again. I was thankful she did, I didn't need people listening in to this. As soon as she was gone though Caitlyn was starting back in on me.

"And you kissed her back! How could you do that?"

"I didn't know they were still together!" I defended right away.

"Well you should have. You think she's just going to do that on her own?" she glared at me. "Mitchie's a wimp when it comes to stuff like that. She won't do it until she's forced. Why do you think she hasn't broken up with him yet? Even though she claims she wants to be with you "so badly"."

"Caitlyn," I warned. I didn't want to hear this. I didn't want her to talk bad about Mitchie, and worse, I know what she said was true. Mitchie wouldn't break up with Shane on her own, even for me.

"No Nate! You need to hear this." She took a deep breath before continuing. "She's not going to break up with him unless you, me or Jason force her to. And even then who knows if she will." I glared at her but she ignored it and kept going. "I love you Nate. You know I do. But I can't ignore the fact that I hate what you guys are doing. And I love Shane just as much as I love you. So if she doesn't break up with him soon, I will tell him. He deserves better than this. And to be completely honest, so do you."

"I know he doesn't deserve this," I said quietly, pushing my food around my plate. "Do you think I like what's going on? Shane's my best friend, more then Jason, you or anyone else. He's been there for me through everything, even when he was a jerk years ago, he was there for me. And how do I repay him? I fall in love with his girlfriend and have an emotional affair behind his back."

"Physical," she spoke up.

"Give me some credit Cait," I pleaded, desperate for some sort of reassurance. "I thought they broke up and as soon as I realized they didn't I stopped. I have more control then that."

"I'll give you that you stopped, but you still did it."

"I know," I groaned, shoving a piece of toast angrily in my mouth.

"As soon as we're done eating we're calling Mitchie," she warned.

"No, Cait, please. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone."

"I don't care Nate," she shook her head. "I'm sorry, really, but this needs to be taken care of. Because as much as I hate what you guys are doing, I'm starting to hate Mitchie for even doing it. And I don't want to hate her, or you. So this needs to be taken care of."

"Can you promise me at least one thing?" I pleaded.

"Depends."

"Don't tell Jason."

"Why shouldn't I?" she challenged.

"Come on Caitlyn. I already hate myself enough. I've been living in guilt for so long and I can't take Jason being even more disappointed in me then he already is."

"You should have thought of that before," she scowled.

"Caitlyn, please."

She sighed and looked at me very seriously. "It wasn't your fault so I won't tell him this time. If I find out it happens again however, I will be letting him know."

A/N: Be honest with me, how many of you dislike Mitchie? I don't even like her anymore in this fic.