Mitchie was sure that the next six days until this 'Camp Rock' job was to begin were going to be the longest days of her life. They had arrived Tuesday, and by Wednesday afternoon she was counting down the seconds. It would have been almost bearable, Mitchie believed, had Shane's girlfriend not knocked on the door early Wednesday morning, however.

Mitchie hadn't slept for more than two hours comfortably, so at 5:00 A.M., she decided that she wasn't going to be having that problem the next night, and would exercise to make her exhausted by the evening. She carelessly threw on a plain white Hanes V-Neck, and some electric blue running shorts, followed by her Nike's and a black hoodie. Even during the summertime, she would be lucky if the temperature reached over 50 degrees in the mountains before 9 in the morning. She left a note on the kitchen counter in case she wasn't back before everyone woke up, saying "Exercise = Mitchie". She then stuck her key card and cell phone in her sports bra, before heading out the door, in the direction of trail that would take her all the way to Keystone Village.

About 45 minutes later, Mitchie, finally made it to the Village. Considering she wasn't used to the thin air, she had walked more of the distance than she liked. She decided to swing back by River Run and rent a bike, just for an hour or so, to make her trip more useful. As she walked into closest bike rentals place she could find, she looked around at the lake, and could just see the lights in the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory flickering on, and the bungee jump trampolines being assembled. Ever since she could remember, this is what summer was all about. She couldn't imagine not spending her summer here, regardless of the animosity between her and Shane this time around.

Just as her mind began to wander to Shane, the guy at the register called, " I'll be with you in a minute I just gotta go get th—" he stopped short when Mitchie turned around to look at him.

"Oh. Ahhh…nevermind. I can ge-get you right now." He managed to stutter out, before clearing his throat and trying to look professional.

"Can I just get a bike for an hour, please?" Mitchie said quickly, studying the guy. He was tall, and he was a little bit beautiful. He had dark, semi-short hair, and dazzling green eyes. She quickly looked down at her shoes, and tried really hard not to blush, or melt into a puddle of Mitchie. Both of those would not be ideal at this moment.

"Can I just scan your card real quick?" Bit-Of-Beautiful asked.

"Oh. Yeah. Sure. Um, just one sec."

Sure, let me just get that right out for you. From my sports bra. Hoping that he would continue to stare at the screen, she tried to discreetly reach into her shirt/wipe off the sweaty card before he looked up, which didn't work out like she'd hoped. Just as she was reaching into her shirt to grab the card, he looked up expectantly, before widening his eyes and throwing his head back towards the screen.

Mitchie very slowly slid the card over the counter, into his view. He silently scanned the card and slid it back over the counter. She took it without a word, and grabbed the bike closest to the door. Feeling reckless, she turned her head back to look at him, and threw him a wink before exiting. He smiled wide, before laughing and waving her off.

Maybe this summer won't suck after all.

Psych.

When Mitchie finally returned home from her little adventure, she found a new note to replace the one she left. It read "Everyone = Breakfast".

Clever, Mom. Really.

Mitchie hopped onto the counter and was just about to sink her teeth into a spankin' red apple, when the doorbell rang.

Setting her apple on the counter, she jogged to the door to answer it.

Mitchie's imagination could have never done this girl justice. The girl waiting on the other side of the door was, without a doubt, perfection personified.

The girl was maybe 5"2', if that. She had that perfect, natural blonde wavy hair that 95% of the population would kill to have. She had perfect, high cheekbones, and a few light freckles. She was wearing baggy-on-purpose styled shorts, and a dark blue wife beater. But it wasn't any of this that Mitchie noticed first. The dominating feature on this unknown girl's face was her bright, bright eyes. One eye was blue, with brown in the middle, and the other was bright, bright green with brown in the middle.

The perfect girl stepped into the house, Starbucks at hand, and weaseled her 95 pounds past Mitchie, before saying, "Sorry I just invited myself in, it's just totally fah-reezing out there! Hi, I'm Harlem."

Harlem. Harlem?

She stuck her hand out to shake, and Mitchie shook it, while replying with "Mitchie…" very much bewildered. "Why exactly…uh, is anyone expecting you?"

"Oh, yeah, I think so…Is Shane here? I'm kind of his girlfriend…" she trails off with a little laugh.

Oh. "Oh. Yeah, he's…out, right now? But you are welcomed to stay and wait if you want." As she spoke, Mitchie was already walking towards the stairs, realizing she smelled like shit, to put it nicely.

And as she sat on her shower floor, feeling all the nasty pour off her body, she heard the rest of the house return, and a joyous shout of, "Harlem!" echo all the way up from the entry way.

Fresh tears mingled with the water running down her face, but Mitchie knew she couldn't hate Harlem. Harlem, or even Shane, didn't know how much it hurt her to see him moving on, when she felt like she never could. Shane couldn't ever forgive her for last summer, would never even consider an explanation. That's what hurt the most. When Mitchie needed him the absolute most, he was too hurt to even speak, to understand. He merely assumed the worst, and had found Harlem just two days later.

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So…can anyone guess what's going on yet?!?

Now that my worst finals are out of the way, I can write a whole lot more, and I already have two more chapters-ish. Still need a little revising though, so this will have to do for now! Thoughts??