Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Camp Rock or any of it's characters.
Though I know we'd all like to(:
A/N: Hey! What do you know, I ended up writing the chapter while in Florida(: My friends dad called us the unsociables, we didn't leave the room a lot ha.
Ugh and my phone broke on the second day. Fun right? Oh I know, so pictures? Barely any. Aha that's alright though
Enjoy the chapter!(:
Shane Gray stared up at the ceiling before him. At this very moment it seemed, oddly, very interesting. Everything had already fallen to pieces in a matter of weeks. Which in Shane's mind was a very bad sign of things to come. After all, he had arrived this year hoping that things would be just as they were whenhe left camp two years ago. Which of course was one of his more sillier thoughts.
But still the situation at hand ate at him until he couldn't bare to take anymore defeat. Why was Nate pretending to be someone he wasn't? After all that they had been through Shane realized he had actually misunderstood a lot about him. Even if her "mystery man" never came forward that didn't give Nate the right to take this guys place, obviously trying to be something he clearly wasn't.
But the question that lingered in his brain was actually more thoughts of who this mystery man actually was. Obviously it was someone from camp, but he found himself pondering who every second of free time he had. Not that he really cared for that matter. He had already took it upon himself to make the decision of whether or not he wanted to continue on this march through hell called camp. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had just read that letter on time. Everything would be okay and more importantly, she would more than definitely be okay.
"You finally cooled off?"
Shane instantly looked up at the figure who stood in the doorway. Immediately a frown replaced his slight smile, "What?"
"Look by now I think you pretty much know what's going on." Jason casually walked toward the bed and took a seat on the far right. Not daring to get any closer than he already had.
"What with the poser and backstabber of a friend?"
"You really shouldn't be getting this angry over nothing." Jason sat up off the bed and stared out the window in front of him.
"Over nothing? He isn't even the guy she heard singing, and I don't care. I'm just trying to look out for a close friend." Shane too sat up and stared straight at Jason who's gaze was still fixed before him.
"Close friend?" Jason suppressed a slight laugh. He wasn't normally this... Hard on Shane. But he needed to get over her, and as much as he'd like to say he was, just about everyone knew that was a lie. "Last time I checked you only met her two weeks ago."
Shane awkwardly looked back down. Yes, technically he was correct. But really it wasn't entirely his fault about her accident. Was it? "You know that's not true."
"Do I?"
Looking up he sat up off the bed, "Can we not do this right now?" Shane stifled a sigh and opened the door.
"What so you can run away from reality once again?"
Shane's questioning look kept Jason talking as he was too afraid to say anything.
"I'm stupid, not blind. You know exactly what you've been doing since you got here. Don't even deny it. Everyone sees it, with he exception of you of course. Your to wrapped up in your own life to even care about anyone else around you. I never said anything because I thought maybe there was a chance you had changed. I'm done pretending not to care about how your actions effect the band and your friends. "
An expression mixed of anger and confusion came across Shane, " Then why do I care so much about her then? Answer me that. I love how everyone automatically assumes that I'm this huge jerk who could care less about anyone when all I've been trying to do since I got here is help her remember."
Jason laughed once more, proceeding in exiting the room. "No, you cared more about how her loss effected you." And with that said he was gone. Leaving Shane alone with the many thoughts that loomed over him like a threatening storm cloud. And in all reality, that scared him more than anything else.
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"What's going on?" Nate pondered aloud, clearly in a state of confusion.
Mitchie and Caitlyn both looked to him cautiously. Mitchie more of a look of anger plastered on her face. "Why would you do that?"
"Look I-"
"You knew how bad I wanted this." Mitchie shook her head in astonishment.
Caitlyn stepped forward, now angry too. "Yeah and you just totally screwed her over!"
"Cat." Mitchie slightly laughed as Caitlyn put her hands up in defeat.
"Explain... Now." Mitchie demanded.
An uncomfortable silence fell upon the trio, Nate obviously trying to chose his words wisely.
"Ha you came out of the closet. Get it?" Nate began laughing and before long looked up and came to an immediate stop.
"Why Nate?"
Sighing he looked down and began to to intertwine his fingers, as if preoccupying himself. "I didn't mean to hurt you like this. I just... I don't even know what I was thinking."
"Were you even planning on telling me or how long were you gonna let this go?" Mitchie placed her hands on her hips as Caitlyn smiled broadly behind her.
Looking up awkwardly he sighed, "This is ridiculous. I shouldn't even be here." Nate began to walk out the door but before he could actually make it out, Caitlyn had stood in front of it. Hands crossed over her chest she gave him a sly grin.
"Let him go." Mitchie stared down at her feet obviously trying to hide the tears that threatened to escape any moment now.
Caitlyn looked to Mitchie and then back to Nate. Refusing to move once more she gave a sigh, "Fine." She mumbled holding open the door.
"Mitchie-"
"I think you should go." Mitchie looked up once more and pursed her lips.
Taking in a deep breath he glanced downward. "Okay." Awkwardly he took his last few steps out the door.
"Don't let it hit your a-"
"Cat." Mitchie laughed once more at her friend.
Grinning widely she slammed the door before joining Mitchie in the middle of the room.
Another uncomfortable silence was luminescent as the two shuffled their feet.
"Mitch." Caitlyn finally began, instantly looking forward.
"Hm?" Mitchie still didn't look up until finally realizing the concern in her voice.
"What about-" Caitlyn began before Mitchie widened her eyes in fear.
"Shane." Mitchie gulped finishing Caitlyn's sentence.
"What are you gonna do?" Caitlyn sat on the couch and stared up at Mitchie, who now had her hands placed on her forehead.
"I don't know. God Caitlyn I was such a jerk to him."
"Then go." Caitlyn shrugged simply, still staring up at the confused girl.
"What?"
"Fine run." Caitlyn shrugged her shoulders once more before picking at her nails.
"Where?" Mitchie stared down at Caitlyn as she waited for an answer.
"Oh my gosh." Caitlyn sighed under her breath before giving Mitchie a strange look. "You." Pointing to Mitchie she continued. "Go." Pointing to the door she then held up two fingers, "To. Shane."
Looking up Mitchie turned to the door and broke out in a run, "I owe you one!" She shouted as she darted past the Caitlyn.
Smiling she got up to watch Mitchie, "Kids."
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"I am over her." Shane said to himself once more before sighing. As hard as it was to believe he actually was over her. He didn't want to be anything more than friends, and nothing could change that. What he needed to do was write. Cheesy right? But it was the only way he was comfortable letting out everything he had on his mind.
Grabbing his guitar he headed down to the lake. Taking a seat beside one of the benches he contemplated a good title. It had to be about what he really felt, maybe something recently that really got to him. Wasn't that a hard topic considering the recent events in his life.
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"Shane!" Mitchie ran up to the cabin door, banging her fist against it with a nice amount of force.
"Mitchie what are you doing?" A sleepy eyed Brown came to the door and stared at her strangely.
Nervously looking down she looked up once more, " Is he here?"
Sighing it was his turn to look down, "I'm afraid not."
"Well do you know where he might be?"
Looking up Brown stepped outside, closing the door behind him. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Look, I know I haven't exactly been treating him as good as I probably should have." Looking up she waited for a nod or any sign that he was getting what she was trying to say.
"Go on." He leaned against the door and nodded.
"I made a mistake. I know that now. I just... I really need him to know that."
Sighing again Brown looked down at his watch, "My best guess is down at the lake."
Grinning Mitchie glanced back up, "Thank you." Taking off down the steps she took a right and began to run once more.
Once there she thought about turning around and leaving him alone several times. But knowing she had to do it, for the sake of the mere chance they could ever be friends again, she remained behind him.
"Shane."
Spinning around there wasn't a frown nor a smile upon his face. His expression was blank as he waited for her to speak.
"Hear me out?" Mitchie cautiously took several steps forward.
"Why should I?"
His answer took her by surprise but she regained her composure, "I don't know. I just thought you might like to hear what I have to say."
Shrugging he turned back around and continued slowly strumming the strings on his guitar.
"Could you at least listen?" Tapping her foot impatiently there was still no answer as he began playing faster and louder.
Mitchie sighed in disbelief as she ran her fingers through her hair, "Very mature. I knew coming down here was a mistake." Turning to leave she heard the music come to an abrupt stop.
"What do you want me to do? Say everything's okay when you know just as well as I do it's not." Turning around he gave her an icy stare.
"I don't know? What did you expect me to do? I shouldn't have to be the one to apologize to you." Mitchie stated folding her arms across her chest.
"You can't be serious." Shane slightly laughed at the matter. She wasn't making any sense.
Mitchie gave him an odd look before turning around, "I shouldn't even have to deal with this."
As he laughed once more she came to a stop before he spoke, "Your just scared."
Letting out a sigh of disbelief she cleared her throat, "Of?"
No response was heard, just more laughter.
"Would you stop?" Mitchie demanded with another groan before turning around.
"Your just scared that someone might actually want to be with you." Continuing in strumming his guitar he faced forward.
Looking around in disbelief she stepped closer to him, "And why would that scare me?"
Still no answer. Just more music.
Walking away she kicked one of the trees and placed her hands on her forehead.
"Because." He continued with a slight smirk, still facing forward. "You want to be with me too."
"I'm sorry?" Mitchie turned frustrated and stared at him.
"But." His voice had a tinge of laughter as he spoke his next words, "Your chance has come and gone. Bye bye." He smiled and strummed his guitar once more.
"Your impossible!" Mitchie looked to him with anger and frustration as he continued to play before storming off.
As soon as he thought she was gone the smile had faded all too quickly from his lips. Setting his guitar down he turned back around. The right decision would have been to run after her, believe me he wanted to. But something held him back, making him hesitate to even think about her. For now, he was to forget just like she did. Who cares if he didn't run after her. After all, everyone makes mistakes.
A/N: Eww this chapter was so weird for me. IDK I'm starting to not like my own writing. Aha but don't let that stop you from reviewing(: