I don't owe camp rock or any of the characters except for Amy.

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I hung up the phone, glancing over at my mom with a smile on my face. If everything went the way it was going my mom and I would be on a plane at the end of the week heading to Texas — I would be getting to see Shane in a matter of days.

Shane doesn't know this, of course, it'll be a much needed surprise from what Nate told me over the phone. Amy was wanting to meet 'the girl with the voice' as everyone still chooses to call me. And Nate was more than willing to try and make that happen.

My dad just had to agree — I would be missing the first day of school on Monday. So mom was gonna ask him about it when he got home from work, I honestly don't see him having a problem with it, though.

So I ran up the stairs and into my room. Kneeling on the floor, I pulled my purple suitcase out from under the bed, opening it up I started grabbing things out of dresser drawers.

It didn't take me long to pack for the three day stay. Of course I wouldn't be able to pack everything up til Friday morning — but it felt good knowing that I at least started the process.

I glanced at my ringing phone, picking it up, I grinned. "Hey!" I greeted the caller.

"Hello beautiful," Shane laughed, his voice was as sweet as ever. I can't wait to see him.

I sat down on my bed, my foot moving the suitcase out of the way. I didn't know how I was supposed to keep this a secret — I haven't ever been able to keep my mouth shut about something I'm excited about.

"I just wanted to hear your voice," he whispered, almost as if he were shy about it.

I smiled. "Awe, aren't you sweet." I giggled, this boy is turning me into the giggly teenaged girl I never thought I would be.

He laughed, "no, really, if anything gets to be too much all I have to do."

"Did something happen?" I asked, concern evident in my voice.

I stood, walking over to the bay window, sat down on the bench pulling my feet up so I could lay down and watch the sun that was turning colors. Sun sets were my favorite time of day.

I held the phone up to my ear, waiting for a response, I heard Shane suck in a shaky breath. I straightened slightly, concern for Amy growing.

"No," I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "She's just really down and started saying her final goodbyes to everyone. It's hard, ya know?" I nodded my head, wishing I could be with him.

I bowed my head, right there, with Shane on the phone. Dear God, please give Amy strength, lord, let her feel you there with her in her time of need. Give her family the words to speak life to her, to uplift her spirit and each other. In Jesus name, amen. I prayed silently as I listened to Shane's uneven breathing.

'How I wish I could be there.' I thought sadly, laying back down on the wooden bench. Looking up to the setting sun, watching the last rays of light fade into the night.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" I asked him, hoping to change the subject to a more light hearted one.

He cleared his throat, "Nate set up a writing session."

"That's cool!" I exclaimed, genuinely excited that they were starting to write for the next album.

"Yeah, we're excited. How about you? What are you doing tomorrow?"

I smiled, "I'm going to the pool with Si, then I have work from 4-9 tomorrow night."

"The first part sounds fun," he laughed.

Smiling, I agreed. "Work isn't bad though, and tomorrow is my first day back since camp."

We laughed, joked for a long time. Telling each other stories or out childhoods and dreams of the future. Moving from the bench to my bed, I laid down, glancing at the clock on my bed side table. "Shane, I'm sorry, but I need to go to bed. It's past 1 in the morning." I laughed, realizing how tired I was.

"It's okay, babe, thanks for talking to me." He said, "sorry for keeping you up so late," he added.

I laughed, "it's okay, I enjoy our conversations, babe. I just have to meet sierra tomorrow at 9 and you have that writing session." I reminded him, "we both have pretty big days tomorrow."

After that we said our good nights, and ended out phone conversation. I laid in bed, look up at the popcorn ceiling above me. 'How am I falling for Shane so fast?' I asked myself.

Shaking my head, I got up from the bed and made my way into the bathroom across the hallway.

Turning on the bath as warm as it would go, I paddled my way over to the sink, going straight for the Bubble bath that was kept under the sink. Baths were my me time, where I would go if I had a lot to think about, or even pray, the bath was the one place I could relax and no one bothered me.

Slowly, I sunk into the bubbles, grabbing my iPod touch I opened my Bible app, flipping over to the book of Matthew I begin read and start my nightly Jesus time as I called it.

That night, before bed, my prayer was something like this:

Dear Heavenly Father,

Please guide Shane and I as we enter into this relationship, help us place you in the center of it. Please be with him and his family through this incredibly hard time. Be with Amy, Lord, I know that things will work out as you have it planned. Even if it's what we want, I know she's in your hands. Amen.

A/N okay, this hasn't been proof read or edited. There is mistakes. I'm a mom of two toddler aged boys. I don't have a lot of time to sit and write unless my husband is home. Two uploads in one day isn't something I can do often. But I hope you enjoy. Let me know your thoughts! Don't be shy. I know where this story is headed, but I'm open to moments you would like to see.