So this came to me last night, I don't even know if it'll have any readers…camp rock isn't as popular as it once was. Makes me feel old if I'm honest.

I walked out of the barn like building with a bright smile on my face; letting the fresh air hit my face. Final jam was over, I found the courage to sing. Like I actually rocked that stage.

That was completely out of my comfort zone — I was the shy, quiet, timed girl that always sat in the back of the class room. I never spoke unless spoken to, let alone sing in front of an audience.

My hands still shook with adrenaline as I walked down the dark path that would carry me to my destination. The moon being the only source of light, my steps were careful. The last thing I wanted to happen was to fall on my way to what I thought could be considered a date.

Not that I wanted it to be…. Okay so I did. There was just something about that brown haired boy that had my heart captured in just a few weeks. Which, if I'm honest, I promised myself wouldn't ever happened.

My feet finally hit the wooden deck, I smiled, he was already here. Sitting at the end of the dock with his feet in the water, Shane never turned around — probably too deep in thought to hear me arrive.

Smiling, I slowed my steeps, trying to be as quiet as I could. "Hey, pop star!" I grinned.

Shane turned his head and gave a sad smile, the smile on my own face faltered. Something wasn't right. But what could have happened in the 20 minutes that it had taken us to meet up?

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly, sitting down beside him being careful not to get my boots wet.

He turned his eyes back to the water, "I just got some news."

I nodded my head, "oh." If he wanted to go into detail, he could, but I wasn't going to pry.

"If you don't want to hang out, I understand." Giving him an out. If he wasn't in the mood to deal with all the drama I created, I wouldn't completely understand. The news he received couldn't have been good news.

We sat in silence for maybe 15 minutes, could have been have been a bit longer. No one said anything, it wasn't awkward silence, but it was heavy.

"I'll leave you alone," I muttered, as I picked myself up off the side of the dock. "If you need me, I'll be at the after party."

Shane stayed quiet, didn't even act like he heard me.

Smiling sadly, I turned around. Heading back in the direction I had came from. The only sound was the clank of my boots as the heel hit the wooden boards of the dock.

"Wait," I heard from behind me.

I turned to see Shane walking towards me, shaking him head, as if trying to ward thoughts away. "Tonight's the last night of camp, I would like to spend it with you."

I nodded my head in agreement, "but if you need to think, we can meet up in the morning."

Shaking his head, he reached out for my head. "Nah, I'll be okay." He gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes

"You sure?" I asked, wanting him to confirm it. Just moments ago he looked like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Smiling, he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the trail that leads towards the fire pits.

We walked hand in hand, the only sound being the rocks crunch under out feet. I smiled looking at our hand enlaced together, fitting perfectly, like they were missing puzzle pieces.

I waited for Shane to drop my hand, but he didn't. If anything, he held it tighter the longer we walked.

"My mom called, my sister has been sick, she's needed a kidney for a few years out." His voice was a whisper.

My eyes grew wide, " I'm so sorry, Shane!" I knew far too well on how devastating waiting for a transplant would be — my on sibling was in year two of waiting for a liver.

Shaking his head, as if to clear his thoughts. "It's okay," he said as he came to a stop, pulling me down to sit with him on a log.

There wasn't a fire, I so slowly got up and made my way over to the pile of wood and grabbed a few pieces of it, placing them into the fire ring. Looking around a grabbed some sticks to use a kindling.

"How are you gonna start that?" Shane asked, watching me closely, he eyebrow raised. Poor pop-star apparently didn't know how to start a fire.

Instead of answering him verbally, I grabbed two stick and a rock to show him. I rubbed the sticks together vigorously and soon there were sparks and the small sticks started to burn. I stayed by the fire, making sure it would stay going.

Once I was happy with it, I turned and pooped back down on the log. It I guess Shane didn't like the distance between us — he grabbed my head, pulling me closer to him.

"Girl scouts," answering the unspoken question on how I knew what I was doing.

Silence fell over us, me not knowing what to say, and Shane looked to be in deep thought as he watched the fire start to consume the wood.

Taking a deep breath, I let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, Shane, " I reused to look at him, I didn't want to lose the nerve. "I never wanted to lie to you, I just wanted to fit in for once. Back home… we'll, I'm the outcast, the girl that's too shy to speak to anyone. I have one friend, Sierra. And although I love her, the only thing we have in common is good grades." I took a peek over at Shane, he was still staring at the fire. "I was always real with you, I promise, and I wanted to tell you the truth on the canoe ride, I just didn't know how."

"Mitch, I forgive you, but please, don't ever think you have to pretend to be someone you aren't." He smiled, "keeping up an image is hard. Anyone would be lucky to befriend you."

I nodded my head, allowing his words to sink in. "Thanks," I muttered as a slight blush tinted my cheeks.

"I want to thank you too. It's been forever since anyone has spoke to me like a person…. And by you treating me no different than anyone else, that's what brought me back to my roots."

Shaking my head, I looked over at him. "You did that Shane, not me." I disagreed. He changed, no one could have helped him if he, himself didn't want to change.

I don't know how long we sat in silence, but this time it was peaceful. Both of us watching the flames of the fire flicker, deep in thought.

"Camp ends tomorrow, I'll probably never see Shane again," I thought to myself, a feeling of dread washed over me. "He'll probably get busy with touring." Not that I could blame him for that.

Suddenly, his head snapped over to me, I wondered if I had said something out loud. "Hey, Mitch, if you don't feel the same way, I completely understand, but I really like you." I froze. He what? How could he like me.

I stared at him, "you what?" I asked him after a longer pause than I intended

He smiled, slightly amused, "I like you, Mitch, and would be honored if you would consider being my girlfriend."

Nodding my head like a crazy person, I threw my arms around him, grinning ear to ear. Shane laughed as his arms came up around me, hugging me just as enthusiastically.

"Me, Michelle Danielle Torres is dating Shane Grey! My parents are gonna freak," my smile faltered with that thought. Shane was 19, I myself, just turning 16 next week.

Crap.

Shane sensing the mood change, looked down a me, I was still in his arms. "What's wrong?" He asked, as I pulled myself out of his arms.

"You're 19, Shane," i explained. "I'm only 16. I don't think my parents are gonna react to our new found relationship well." I added, sadly.

'especially my dad, he won't allow this.' I kept that thought to myself, not wanting to upset Shane. Even though I was sure that I already did.

Shane's mouth made an 'o' shape as the news sunk in. "Oh, I see."

"I'll talk to my mom about it, see what she says, but tonight… let's just enjoy the last night of camp," if he didn't want to, I would understand, but I didn't want the last night of camp to be ruined. Our last night together ruined.

He nodded his head in agreement, I smiled, placing a small kiss on his cheek. Cuddled back into his arms, and started watching the fire. This was one of the best nights of my life.

We sat by the fire talking, laughing, just getting to know each other…. Not knowing what tomorrow would hold for the future, but enjoying them moment. Because although we didn't know what tomorrow held, we had tonight.

I pulled out my phone, looking at the time, 10pm. Curfew was on 15 minutes. I stood up, offering my hand out to Shane. "We have to head back, curfew is in 15 minutes." I explained, he took my hand and allowed me to help him up.

We quickly put the lid thing on the fire pit — made sure the fire was out, then, hand and hand, started walking down the trails towards the cabins.

"I'll talk to my mom tonight, and let you know what she says tomorrow." I told him.

Squeezing my hand, he stopped our walk. "Even if we can't be together, Mitch, I still want you in my life."

I nodded my head, staring down at the ground. I felt a finger under my chin, lifting my head up to see his handsome face looking at me with such concern that I felt weak. I found myself nodding agreeing with him. I didn't want to picture my life without him in it — even if it was as a friend.

Slowly, I backed away from him, "I'm gonna walk the rest of the way by myself, Shane." I didn't want my dad to see us together yet. Not until my mom had the chance to explain things to him. Shane nodded, and started walking to his own cabin.

I walked the rest of the way to my cabin, slowly, trying to figure out exactly what I was gonna say to my mother once I got there.

'He goes nothing,' I thought to myself as I climbed the stairs of the cabin.

Mom was sitting on her bed, reading some book that I hadn't ever heard of, "hey sweetie," she smiled, placing the book on the nightstand.

"Hey, mom," I walked over to her bed, sitting down beside her.

She looked at me with knowing eyes, " did you have a good time with Shane?" She asked.

Nodding my head, "yeah, I did." I still didn't know how to say what I really wanted to ask. "What are your thoughts of Shane?" I just blurted out.

Laughing, she place her hand on my leg, "he seems like a nice young man, from what you have said and what I've seen tonight."

"I really like him, mommy." I figured it was all or nothing, and the faster I got the conversation over with, the better.

Nodding her head, "I know, baby, the whole camp does after your performance tonight."

Swallowing, I nodded my head, agreeing with her. Everyone was teasing me about it before I left to go meet up with Shane.

"Yeah, um, Shane asked me to be his girlfriend." The words came out a lot more rushed than I intended. "I don't know if you know, but he's 19." I filled her in when I seen the look of confusion on her face.

She slowly nodded her head, letting the information sink in. "I'll have to talk to your dad, Mitchie, and even if he agrees that this relationship is okay… I wouldn't want you alone with Shane. I trust you, I even trust Shane. I don't want you in a situation where you're tempted to do something you shouldn't. " I nodded, I knew that was coming. I could deal with it, and I'm sure Shane would understand.

Launching myself into her arms, "thank you, mama!" I squealed. She didn't automatically say no, which means that I had her approval. Because if I didn't she would have immediately said no.

She was actually gonna talk to dad, try to convince him that Shane and I's relationship was not such a bad thing, even though we did have that age gap. I really hoped that she could get my dad to see Shane as something other than the jerk, that he is trying to change.

"Okay, it's late, go get ready for bed." Turning off the bedside lamp, she got into the bed, laying down.

Smiling I made my way into the bathroom, I couldn't wait to see Shane in the morning.