A/N: OOh guess what?? Well, you'll have to find out at the end of the chapter!! But you'll all be jumping for joy... until you read the next chapter. Because I, my wonderful readers, cannot resist adding several twists into my story!! Enjoy!!

Disclaimer: DO. NOT. OWN. CAMP. ROCK.

A cold, dreary wind blew through Shane's window, chilling him to the bone. He stared out at the gathering clouds, wishing he didn't have to do this.

"Are you getting ready?" He heard Nate asked, and he turned around to glance at his friend, who was adjusting his tie.

"I can't." He replied simply, hanging his head and blinking back tears.

"Come on, Shane, you know you're the one person who has to be there." Nate said gently, patting his friend's back. Shane took a deep, shaky breath, swallowing hard.

"I don't think I can handle it." He answered honestly, trying to stop his hands from shaking.

"We'll all be there for you. She would want you to be there." Shane wordlessly stood up and stared at himself in the mirror. Not that he cared how he looked now that Mitchie wasn't here, but it would make Nate happy, so he quickly fixed his hair and threw on a suit.

"I really, really don't want to go." Shane begged as he came downstairs, his eyes pleading Nate and Jason to stay.

"You have to. It's okay to cry, you know." Nate said as the two of them walked down to the limo. "No one will call you weak for missing her." Shane looked away from Nate and Jason and slid into the limo, staring at the gray clouds that hung overhead. Shane buried his face in his sleeve as a single tear rolled down his cheek. No, you have to be strong, for Mitchie, a voice inside his head ordered, but before he knew it the tears were spilling. Who was he kidding? He couldn't survive with Mitchie, but… she was gone.

"Are you going to be okay?" Nate asked with concern, and Shane just shook his head, wishing that he wouldn't have to get out of the limo.

Cameras flashed as the paparazzi surrounded them, but Shane ignored them, keeping his head down while Nate and Jason cleared a path for him.

"Leave him alone," Nate snapped to one reporter who began to ask Shane a question. The reporter glanced at Nate in surprise, but backed away without another word. Shane quietly made his way to the front and sat down, staring up at the speaker, his heart feeling like a dead weight in his chest, wishing all this would end. Connie and Steve came up to him, crying, and hugging him, but he barely even looked at them, wallowing in his own self-pity and misery.

The funeral seemed to drag on forever, but to Shane everything was a daze. Nothing seemed real as he listened to the speaker talk about Mitchie, and how much she was loved. At that, Shane felt like standing up and screaming. That speaker didn't have one clue as to how much she was loved, not one! When he felt like he couldn't stand another second of it, the speaker ended, and invited each person up to place something on Mitchie's grave. Shane quietly waited his turn, and then knelt down, laying the roses against the headstone.

"I love you, and I always will, Mitchie." He whispered, before turning and getting into the limo, away from everything.

Shane sat in Caitlyn's apartment, staring lifelessly at the pictures spread out on the table before him. Caitlyn had invited them all over for a reunion – it had been exactly two years since they all had met at Camp Rock. Shane had begged to stay, and fought with Nate and Jason for hours, until they finally dragged him out of the house, despite his kicking and screaming, and brought him down here. So, he was stuck sitting on the couch, trying to avoid everyone's sympathetic glances and muttered apologies. The only people he'd talked to so far was Nate and Jason – of course – and Caitlyn. His eye caught a picture of Mitchie and him, hugging happily. Mitchie had a huge smile across her face, and they both were laughing. He gingerly picked up the photo, running his finger across it, a small smile coming to his face before the photo was snatched out of his hands.

"I'm so sorry, Shane, I thought I had put all of those away." Caitlyn apologized, hastily turning and running away.

"No, Caitlyn!" Shane yelled, chasing after her. He was cut off as Ella hurried over to him.

"Shane, I'm so so so sorry! I'm here for you if you ever need to talk." Ella said, giving him a hug with tears in her eyes. Shane nodded, trying to avoid her sympathetic expression.

"I'm fine." He replied shortly. He wasn't mad at Ella, only at himself.

"No you're not, Shane. Anyone can see that, from a mile away! Come on over here and sit down." She latched onto his wrist and dragged him over to where everyone else was sitting in a circle. They all stopped their conversations and stared up at Shane as he approached. And then they all began to talk at once, giving him their apologizes, making Shane's head spin.

"Let's talk about something else," Caitlyn suggested, coming back over to sit beside Shane and watching him with worried eyes. The others followed Caitlyn's glance and slowly the conversation died.

"So… let's talk about lip gloss!" Ella yelled after a minute.

"No, birdhouses! Or better, we'll talk about lady bugs!" Jason replied, his eyes lighting up.

"Why lady bugs?" Ella asked in confusion, and Jason stared at her in disbelief.

"Because, lady bugs are wonderful!" He explained, throwing his hands in the air.

"Well… I guess lady bugs might kind of be the same as lip gloss…" She began, but stopped at Jason's befuddled look.

"I never thought about that! Lady bugs, lip gloss, lady bugs, lip gloss…" He mumbled under his breath, looking perplexed. Shane wanted to puke. Everyone had just bounced back into their normal conversations without even a second thought about Mitchie. They were continuing as if everything was the same, and it wasn't. It would never be.

"Nate, can I please go?" Shane whispered to his friend under his breath. Nate sighed.

"If you say so. Just let me get my things." Frowning, he stood, and Caitlyn followed him.

"Shane, is there anything I can do to make you feel any better?" She asked when she returned and sat back down beside him. Shane shook his head. The only thing he wanted to do was get away from here and all the memories that haunted him. The words 'Camp Rock' were written on everything that surrounded him, and he had a feeling he was going to be sick as fresh wounds re-opened. Not that they had ever closed, actually.

Caitlyn's apartment buzzed, jolting him out of his thoughts, and she frowned.

"I wonder who that is. Everyone I invited is here. Will you be okay without me for a few minutes?" Shane nodded, and Caitlyn reluctantly stood and went over to the door, speaking into the speaker. "Who is it?"

"Cait, it's me. Please, let me in, I'm getting soaked out here." At the voice, Shane shot out of his seat, the color draining from his face, and Caitlyn froze.

"Uhh…" She mumbled, "Sure." She said eventually, pressing the buzzer to allow the person in.

Caitlyn's apartment door opened a few seconds later, and Shane stared in complete, utter horror at the person standing in front of him.

"Mitchie?" He whispered, shaking. Nate and Jason both rushed over to help him, but before they'd reached his side, Shane had collapsed on the floor.