Ok, I officially fail at life. I'm failing a subject (English, what irony xD since I can apparently 'write' good and all) so I'm on lockdown. No twitter, no facebook, worse of all, NO JONAS BROTHERS! So I can't really write or update, like at all. :\ It's a shame, because I had this chapter done on Wednesday and I planned on writing another one before updating so I'd be ahead. So much for that. So don't expect to see much from me for the next month or so. I also gave up my Jonas twitter, KevinJonasArmy to a writer here in fanfiction! Go follow it, and you'll be talking to mmg1195, not me. ;) She really is awesome, she saved my twitter-life!

This chapter is a bit longer than usual, please enjoy. :) It's probably all you're gonna get for a while. :\

Things I own: The Burnin' Up Tour Book from the Jonas Brothers, a toy poodle, and a brick. Lol no lie. xD

Things I do not own: Camp Rock. What a pity.

Nate's POV

"So, uh," Shane says, trying to break the silence. "That was interesting."

I glare at him. "Not cool, dude."

"What? All I did was come back to my cabin to see you and Caitlyn sucking each other's faces off," Shane says with a smirk.

"Shane, just… what do you want?" I quickly change the subject, my cheeks burning red.

"No no, wait. Nate, what's that on your neck?" Shane asks me as he leans in to examine the left side of my neck. I'm confused for a second until I realize that's where Caitlyn was sucking on before.

I slap my hand to my neck so Shane will stop gawking at it. "Nothing," I quickly say and look away.

"Nate, on a more serious note, do you think you guys would have stopped if I didn't come?" Shane says with sincerity. I look back at him. What happened to the pissed off Shane that left the cabin earlier?

"I… I don't know," I admit, rubbing my arm. "Probably though, I knew what was happening. I wasn't that far gone." I look up to see Shane nodding his head, his face changing from humorous to extremely serious. "Now will you tell me?" I quietly ask him. He looks up at me and nods.

"Look at this," he says while pulling out his iPhone. He goes to a gossip website, even though we knew it was best if we didn't read what they had to say about us. It would only either inflate our (and by our, I mean Shane's) egos more, or make us feel like crap. He beckons me over, and I'm surprised at what I see.

"'Shane Gray and Mitchie Torres Mating in the Woods'? What?" I look to Shane for an answer. He sighs and hands me his phone.

"Just read it," he mumbles before going to sit down on my bed. I stare at him for a second before I begin to confusedly read the article.

Looks like a little fresh air will do too much for Shane Gray and Mitchie Torres. One of our gossip investigators took a trip over to Camp Rock to see if we could get the real story on Shane Gray. Seems like little Mr. Perfect isn't so perfect after all. After leaving the group of campers, Gray and Torres went to a secluded part of the camp. After arriving, Gray immediately initiated a make out session! He got as far as having her legs wrapped around him before Torres suddenly stopped and walked away from him with a few snide comments. Oh boy, looks like there's trouble in paradise! Who knows what will happen next? Stay tuned for more.

I look up at Shane in disbelief. "They can't be serious… this whole thing is patronizing you for kissing Mitchie! What do they think we do, only hold hands?" I shake my head and rub my temples. Time to go into business mode.

"But Nate… they know something's wrong with me and Mitchie," Shane says almost silently. I glance at him to see he's staring at the floor blankly. I've honestly never felt so bad for him.

"Well… the media can think what they want to think. This is our lives, not just some social experiment where they need to know everything. Maybe once camp is over, you can release a statement. That depends on how you and Mitchie will stand then." I raise my eyebrows at him and question him with my eyes.

Shane groans. "You really want to know, don't you?" he asks with his eyes closed.

"Yeah, I do. But only because I want, no, I need to help you," I tell him softly. I walk over and sit next to him.

"I… can't tell you everything, but…" he starts. I just sit quietly and let him speak at his own pace. "I've just been thinking, what's the point?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Like… if I'm just going to screw it up anyway, then what's the point of trying?"

"Shane, the point is to not screw up," I tell him. "Yeah, there might be a big chance of you 'screwing up', but you have to believe in the small chance that you won't. Otherwise, I wouldn't have Caity and you wouldn't have Mit…chie…" I look up at him with wide eyes, seeing the pained look on his face. "I swear the last part just slipped out, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay," Shane says hoarsely as one tear falls down his face. "It just hurts so bad, you know?" I shrug; I've never been in Shane's position before. Of course, it would help if he told me what was wrong. "Maybe I should just stop trying…"

"Never give up, Shane," I say firmly. I ignore the fact that he's already pretty much given up.

"It's just that… UGH!!" Shane explodes, quickly standing up and clenching his fists. I just watch him from the bed. "I really, really want to tell someone, but I can't! You'll… you'll think I'm crazy. You won't like me anymore," Shane whimpers the last part.

"Shane, I could never think that of you," I say tiredly while running my hand through my curls. God, what a day.

"Trust me, you would. Even I think I'm crazy," he says seriously, staring me down. I shrink back a bit.

"I don't know what you're going through, but please, don't blow up on me for not knowing what's going on when you won't tell me, okay?" I ask him. He looks away moodily then just walks out the door. I sigh and close my eyes.

"I'm so done with this," I mutter, laying down on the bed. With everything that happened today, let's just say that I fell asleep rather quickly.

Mitchie's POV

I lie in bed, waiting for Caitlyn to come back. She said she'd be back in about an hour, and it's been 30 minutes already. I sigh and turn around. I guess I could use this time to think…

I really don't know what's wrong with Shane, but he can't keep acting like this if he thinks I'm just going to go back to him. It's so weird. One second, we were a happy couple for 5 months, and now…

It's all Shane's fault.

I sigh again. I guess I shouldn't put all the blame on Shane, I could have asked him about it, heard him out, then we'd still be a happy couple.

I think.

Not to sound arrogant, but it really is Shane's fault. If he didn't start acting weird, we would still be together. I'm just the innocent victim here…

Okay, well, maybe victims don't break the villains heart, but work with me here.

I look out the window to see a bunch of kids walking around outside. They seem to be split into couples, each holding hands or hugging or otherwise making it clear they were together.

That's when I really feel empty.

I no longer have someone to hug or kiss. I no longer have someone to hold me or just cuddle with.

I no longer have Shane.

The thought hits me hard. I was in denial and shock before, but now… now that I'm actually thinking that, it hurts. Really, really bad.

"That's it," I mutter, getting up and almost racing to the door. I almost jump out of my skin when I see that Caitlyn is right outside, about to come in herself.

"Whoa!" we both say as I collide into her. She stumbles back but doesn't fall.

"Mitchie, what are you doing?!" Caitlyn asks, still a little scared to come into the cabin only to be run over by me.

"Oh, I was, um... honestly, I was going to take Shane back," I mumble. Now that I think of it, that would seem really desperate.

Caitlyn gave me a weird look. "Weren't you pissed off at him earlier? Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Because, Caitlyn!" I exclaim. "Because I look out the window and see little 14 year olds with boyfriends. Why can't I have one?!" I collapse to the ground and hold my head in my hands. I really am going crazy.

Caityln sighs. "I think you need some rest. It's been a long eventful day, you're way too stressed," she says as she helps me up and to my bed. I immediately snuggle into the covers and drift off to sleep...

Mitchie's Dream

"Hey Mitchie!" Shane calls out to me. I smile and start running to him, but something strange happens. It's like every step I take towards him is a 10 steps back. I stop running and stare at his far away figure. He waves his arms around, trying to get me to come to him, so I start running again. however, he keeps retreating further and further away. I finally give up when he's only a dot to me.
"Shane!" I yell at the top of my lungs, but nothing happens. I finally notice my surroundings. I'm standing in the middle of a desert with no plants or buildings anywhere. I'm totally alone, Shane being so far away that I can barely see him.

"Anyone?" I scream, starting to panic. What the hell is this?! The sun starts to get hotter and hotter, and the sand starts to swallow me. I flail around, trying to get Shane to notice me, but he's too far away.
"Someone help me!!" I manage to get out before the sand covers my head, completely engulfing me.

Caitlyn's POV
It's crazy, I sent Mitchie to bed 10 minutes ago and now she's moving so fast it's hard to keep her down! I get scared as she continues shaking, her limbs flying out in every direction.

"Mitchie!" I yell at her. She doesn't respond.

"No... help..." Mitchie murmurs in her sleep. I stand up and look for my phone. I quickly call Nate, needing help ASAP. As soon as he picks up, I start talking.

"Nate, I really need help, there's something wrong, Mitchie's having a nightmare and she won't stop moving-" I sputter out quickly.

"Wait, what's wrong with Mitchie?!" a panicked voice said, a voice that doesn't belong to Nate.

I freeze. "Sh-shane?" I stutter.

"Caitlyn, tell me what's wrong with Mitchie," he demands, his voice stern with an edge of panic.

"Why are you on Nate's-"

"Tell me!" he yells, obviously impatient.

"I don't know, I think she's having a nightmare. She keeps muttering 'help' and she looks like she's having a seizure-"

"I'll be there in 5," Shane cuts me off and hangs up. I look at the phone for a second before Mitchie calls my attention again.

"Mitchie, please wake up," I say as I rub her back. A few minutes later, Shane comes bursting through the door.

"Let me see her," he says gruffly. I move back as he leans over her, holding down her arms so they wouldn't hit him. "Get me some water," he orders me. I roll my eyes but go get some.

So bossy.

As soon as I handed it to him, he dumps it on Mitchie's face. Her eyes spring open and she sits straight up, knocking her head into Shane's.

"Whoa... oww..." Mitchie mumbles, rubbing her head confusedly. She looks up, only to have her eyes meet Shane's. Her eyes widen and she moves back a bit. "What are you doing here?" she whispers.

"Caitlyn said you needed help… I still love you, you know," Shane says as he gently rubs Mitchie's leg.

Mitchie slowly looks down at his hand on her leg then glares at him. "What are you doing?"

"Please take me back, Mitchie. I'm terribly sorry. I promise, I'll never speak of this again," Shane says, leaning in to give Mitchie a hug.

Mitchie quickly moves back out of his arms. "Will you tell me what your problem is?" she says slightly harshly.

Shane closes his eyes and sighs. "Mitchie… I can't…"

"Shane, you can't do something nice and just expect me to take you back," Mitchie snaps at him and gets out of the bed. She grabs her phone and walks to the door. "Caitlyn, call me when the trash has been taken out," she says, giving Shane a glare. He flinches at her words. Before she goes out the door, she turns around to address Shane. "Oh, and Shane? With your next girlfriend, don't keep using the same lines over again. It gets a bit predictable." With that, Mitchie gives us a fake smile and leaves.

I look at Shane to see him sitting on the bed speechless. "I'm sure she doesn't mean it, Shane," I say softly, trying to comfort him.

He looks at me, tears slowly falling down his face. "I think she does. I mean, I would mean the things she said. God, I'm such an asshole," Shane groans as he puts his face in his hands, roughly rubbing it.

"I probably shouldn't say this, but… Mitchie was looking to find you earlier. She still loves you, and she wants you back. You know how she is, jumping to conclusions, acting without thinking. Just give her some time," I advise him. He looks up at me and nods.

I struggle to decided if I should say the next thing, so for his own good, I do. "Shane… she'll take you back if you tell her what's wrong with you…" I shyly say. Mitchie's told me how he blew up on her before, and since I'm not as close to him as she is, I'm afraid he'll do it louder and angrier.

His face hardens for a second but then it turns into a pained look. "I seriously can't tell her," he says slowly, looking me dead in the eye. "If I could, I would have, but I really can't. Maybe at the end of camp, but that might be too late." Shane finally looks away and stands up. "I gotta get back to my cabin," he mumbles.

"Shane," I lightly call out as his slumped body walks somberly to the door. To be honest, I feel sorry for him.

He turns back and shakes his head at me. "It's okay," he says softly before walking out of the door.

I sigh and sit down on my bed. What can I do?

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