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Shane found himself sitting on the floor once more. He hated the feeling that was buried beneath his skin. The awkward sick feeling that you may get sometimes. He had somewhat gotten used to having it after talking to Mitchie, seen as now days anytime he talked to her he poured his heart out to her and she merely didn't care. Or so it seemed.

But nonetheless he had to get over her. She'd made up her mind and it was time to stop trying to relive the past. That obviously hadn't been working out for him. He still found himself thinking it was his fault she couldn't remember. If he had just read that one letter he could be holding her in his arms at this very moment. But it was time to let go. Time to move on, and that was that.

Walking out of the room he found his Uncle Brown sitting intently at the kitchen table. Shane turned to go back to his room, as he very well knew what was coming.

"Stop."

Shane froze and turned on his heels.

"Come here."

He pondered whether or not it was worth the lecture. But seeing as though he really didn't have a choice he took this opportunity to vent.

"What happened in there?" Brown rose a brow which helped his clearly confused state.

Confidently he half smirked, "I told her I loved her... And she didn't feel the same way." Shane took a seat and shrugged like it had come off as no big deal. When in reality it ate him up.

"Oh please, don't give me that bad boy attitude."

"What?" Shane stared awkwardly at his uncle.

"The whole 'I'll try to sound happy with my stupid smirk and shrugging'."

"Well what am I supposed to do? Huh? Go around and let it get to me?"

Brown rose from his seat, " No but avoiding it isn't the way to go about it."

"Avoiding it?" Shane glared pushing back his chair and standing to meet him at eye level.

"C'mon you have to talk about it. You can't just pretend like it never happened. You-"

"What and it's okay when she does it?!" Shane snapped slamming his hands down on the table.

"You have got to be kidding me! You honestly think she wants to forget? You thinks she likes waking up one morning and not knowing what happened the day before?!"

"It's not fair!"

"What do you mean not fair it's your fault! Your the one who didn't reply to her letter in time!"

Shane froze and his expression instantly had a mixture of outrage and confusion, "How do you know about the letter?"

Brown looked around nervously, "This is not the conversation we need to be having right now. Go wash up and get ready for bed."

"You knew didn't you. You read it and you hid it from me!" Shane slammed his fist down on the table.

"It wasn't me! I wanted to give it to you but your manager decided it would be best if she was to stay out of your life."

"So you hid it from me because of the publicity it would give me? What would it give me a bad rep?" Shane clearly looked more angry then he had been in awhile.

"I don't know! I was told not to give it to you and that's what I did!"

"So what, was it worth it? Was someones memories worth a small bad reputation that would come with her arrival?"

"She's not the kind of girl for you!"

"What are you talking about not the girl for me?! That's insane-"

"She comes from a poor and insignificant family Shane! That's not the kind of family your mother or your manager want you to go in to! Believe me, if it was up to me I would say the hell with money and let you guys be together! But that's not how it's going to go down."

All confusion had drained out, now his expression was full of anger. "I can't believe you." With that Shane was out the door with a slam. He didn't know particularly where he was going but he knew he had to find someone he could talk to. Obviously venting to Brown had gotten way out of control.

"Shane!"

Shit.

"Shane come here!" Tess smiled and waved him over. At this moment, he really didn't care. He was done fighting with Tess and right now what she had to say actually sounded good compared to everything else he had heard today.

"Yes Tess." He stood next to her and she grinned broadly.

"Lets take a walk. You look like you need someone to talk to." She grinned taking his hand in hers.

Shane hesitated at first, pondering whether or not she actually sounded sincere. " Fine." He groaned and attempted to free the grasp of her hand around his. Fail. In fact, she was surprisingly strong for a scrawny girl.

"So, what's on your mind rock star?" Tess tried to choose her words carefully, she needed to make the kind of conversation Mitchie would make.

Shane sighed and once again tried wriggling his hand free. "Another fight."

"Oh I see." She remained her grasp around his hand and walked quietly, which was something she wasn't accustomed to. Shane looked to her, expecting more of a: 'Ew just get over her.'

But seeing as though she listened understandingly and patiently he continued. "I asked her if she loved me and she said... She didn't exactly say anything. It was more of a ' I have to go'."

"Oh ouch. A broken heart never heals does it?"

Shane cautiously nodded. Taking the information he was hearing in slowly, all this couldn't actually be sincere. He kept walking, ignoring the odd looks other campers had given him. he was holding hands with Tess? Of course not all campers knew about their recent fights so some wondered whether they should tell Mitchie or not.

Walking a tad bit faster he continued on, "No not exactly. But she doesn't even remember me. Or everything I told her last summer."

"Oh, the accident? Must be really hard on you." Shane nodded at this and looked down. Sighing she continued, "So what are you going to do now?"

"Just forget about her I guess. She obviously doesn't care about me anymore than I do her." Looking down at his watch he came to a stop. "Uh hey I gotta go. It was nice talking to you." Shane couldn't believe what he was saying, but it was true. For once it was actually nice talking to her.

"You too." Tess smiled releasing his hand from her own.

Shane smiled and waved as he turned to leave. He didn't actually have to go, but he needed some time to think. Not that talking to her was all that bad, for once it was pleasant. "Oh Tess?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks." He grinned and she nodded with a small smile.

Tess waited until he was out of sight. That was a record. The longest time she's ever been nice to anyone. Last time it lasted for a few seconds. Which had been two years ago at Final Jam when she told Brown that Caitlyn and Mitchie didn't steal her bracelet. Which she actually did regret doing now that she really thought about it.

--

Shane found himself in the Mess Hall once again. He smiled as memories of two years ago flooded through his mind once more. He couldn't help but stifle a slight chuckle at the predicament he had stumbled upon such awhile back. Hiding in the bushes as he heard his favorite song, the song that changed him for the better.

Sitting down his fingers touched the cold keys and he immediately felt a jolt. Several emotions running through him, thoughts by the thousands overwhelming him. Pictures of the past coming to mind and the summer he had spent two years ago with her.

"Shane-"

"You were lying this whole time!"

"No I just-"

"You were just pretending."

"I wasn't pretending I-"

"You know I really thought you were different. But your just like everybody else. You wanna be friends with Shane Gray... Not me."

"Shane please-"

"Save it for your interview with pop informer magazine. I'm sure I gave you an earful."

Shane quickly pulled his hands back in a swift motion. That was one memory he was sure he didn't want to recall. Why had that event played over in his mind? He had an idea but the slight thought of it scared him... Because that was the one point in time he felt that the world had stopped. No sounds, no voices, no people. Just him and her. Maybe there was a chance he had never truly forgiven her? Sure he dismissed it after Final Jam but can singing really fix everything?

--

"So tell me about yourself." Mitchie walked with her hands behind her back steadily. She wanted to get to know Nate more, after all she had claimed to love him.

"I love to sing and write my own songs." Nate offered and gave her a smile.

"Good enough." Mitchie returned the soft grin with one of her own. They had been walking side-by-side for quite awhile now and were heading towards the Mess Hall. Several campers who had seen Tess and Shane not to long ago questioned the sight of the two teens as they walked past. What was Shane's brother doing with Mitchie?

Nate felt worse and worse each second that went by with Mitchie. Why did he even agree to do this? It was quite childish he had to admit. There was no doubt that Shane would be more than angry at him when he found out about this little event. Probably even disappointed for trusting Tess. But she had promised him some positive news from Caitlyn and that was all he could ever ask for.

But the thought that he would lose all trust by far from Shane... And even worse, pretend to be someone he wasn't. Right then the realization hit him. Some may call it stupidity for it taking that long to actually sink in, the mystery man was Shane. Again the question flooded back into his mind, why did he ever agree to do this?

--

Shane sighed taking his time as he proceeded to walk back to his cabin. he couldn't help but notice a couple walking towards him. Obviously not seeing him they continued to talk. Shane couldn't quite make out exactly who they were but smiled as he watched. They looked... Happy. They seemed to be enjoying each others company, which was something he hadn't seen in awhile.

He couldn't help but wonder who it was. The medium height boy seemed familiar. The girl did too but yet he couldn't find himself to make out who they were. Maybe he could go and talk to them, just say hey how are you and something along those lines. After all, they were walking from the way he was headed. There was no harm in meeting new people.

Taking his time he didn't want to come off as he had already seen them. He looked down with the occasional cast of his gaze that led upward. Once close enough he had indeed seen who they were. Which made him think did he even want to see them in the first place?

"Nate?"

"Shane." Both heads turned towards him as they said the name aloud in unison.

"Wait you know Shane?" Mitchie looked utterly mortified at this statement. If he had known him there was a likely chance that they were friends. Good friends judging by the amount of hurt and shock that tinged Shane's voice.

"Uh I guess you could say we're good friends." Nate managed to stifle out.

"Were good friends... But not anymore."

"Shane wait." Nate attempted to grab his shoulder.

"Mitchie you don't even know him, why are you talking to him?" Shane turned abruptly to face Mitchie a Nate did the same.

"Dude look we're just talking. We're only friends."

"Only friends?" Mitchie questioned and this time both turned to face Nate. The word friends was all to familiar to her. It stung her like a wasp."But-"

"I thought this was what it was, just friends getting to know each other." Nate lied plainly. Although he hated seeing both Shane and Mitchie like this. But maybe this was the way to get out of this whole mess.

Shane turned to Mitchie and gave her a somewhat sympathetic and questioning look. Mitchie horridly looked to Nate.

"But... I... You made me remember."

"What?!"

A/N: Ahh. I didn't like it. Now it seems I'm getting a good chapter than a bad one. But please tell me what you honestly think. Criticism is MUCH appreciated.