Lol I meant to update sooner but I got my computer taken away twice in 7 days x) That's how talented I am at getting in trouble. So, this is the chapter you've all been waiting for :D It was... interesting for me to write. Anyways, just go read :D

Disclaimer:

Things I own: the JONAS LA cd (it's awesome!), a possessed phone, and a dead shark in a jar. Not even kidding lol

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

Shane's POV

Mitchie and I are just friends. Just… friends.

Ugh.

I hate that word now. Friends. Especially when you put just in front of it. This is exactly the same as when you break up and 'stay friends'. You can't stay friends after a break up, especially when both of you still have feelings for each other. If I could only tell Mitchie…

I shake my head and continue practicing a dance move I plan to show the class today.

It's been a week… and we're still just friends.

Why can't I tell Mitchie? I mean, I know that goes against what I've been trying to do all along, but a little knowledge won't hurt her… right? If only she knew that I've been acting weird becau-

"AHH! SHANE!" I hear Jason scream from outside the cabin. I stumble over my feet and fall into a chair. It breaks and a large splinter goes into my arm.

"Ahh, fuck. God damn it," I groan, the pain radiating up my arm and going throughout my body. It's not exactly the pain that has me pissed off, it's something else…

"Shane! I saw a red-necked stint outside! Do you know how rare they are?" Jason yells excitedly as he runs into the cabin. He pauses when he sees the blood dripping down my arm. "Umm… are you okay?"

"Do I look okay, ass tard?" I glare at him as I stand up, holding my arm above my heart to hopefully stop the bleeding. Hey, I'm not a complete idiot.

Though I should know that probably won't work for me anyways.

"I'll take you to the infirmary then," Jason says quietly as we walk outside. Maybe I was too hard on him earlier…

"Jason… I'm sorry for snapping at you," I tell him.

He shrugs. "I've gotten used to it." Gotten used to it? So I always act like an ass? Note to self, be nicer to people.

Of course, with my luck, we see Nate, Caitlyn and Mitchie on our way.

"Shane, what happened?" Nate asks, rushing over to us with the girls behind him.

"I fell… and broke a chair," I mumble. Nate confusedly looks at Jason who blushes a bit from the attention.

"I… see…" I roll my eyes and continue to the medical center at the camp.

"Let's just get this over with," I say quietly, walking into the cabin.

The nurse looks up from some paperwork. "Oh no, what happened to you?" She quickly gets up and rushes me into the back.

"I tripped got a splinter," I tell her, watching the blood continue to drip down my arm. She frowns and looks at my eyes, questions running across hers. I look down, a frown on my face. I can't take questions right now.

"Okay then, let's get you cleaned up," the nurse sighs, wiping the blood off my arm. I glance at the others to see Mitchie looking worried and confused. I wince as the nurse pulls the splinter out. It was a rather large one, more like a small, skinny chunk of wood. It just causes more blood to slip through the hole in my skin.

"Guys…" I say suddenly. "You don't have to stay here. Go back to what you were doing."

"No, Shane. We want to stay and be here for you," Nate tells me.

I sigh but nod as the nurse (whose name is apparently Jackie) continues to clean me up.

"All better," she smiles as she places a band aid over it. "I suggest you stop doing dangerous activities, which would include walking for you, I guess." I smile at her joke but sneak a glance at Mitchie again. She's standing in the corner, looking out the window. "You're all ready to go."

"Thanks." I stand up and we all leave, walking towards the lake.

"So what do you want to do?" Caitlyn asks all of us.

"Let's go canoeing!" Jason suggests excitedly, making us all laugh. Once we reach the canoes, I stay behind.

"I'm just gonna watch you guys, okay?" Mitchie looks back at me and walks over.

"Can I stay with you?" she asks quietly.

I nod and smile. "You guys go ahead, we're gonna stay." Nate looks at both of us before grinning at me.

I take Mitchie to a huge oak tree a bit off shore and we sit down next to each other. Not too close, but not too far apart either.

"How's your arm?" she asks me after a few minutes of silence.

I lift it up to check. Unfortunately, the band aid is drenched in blood.

"Oh my God!" Mitchie exclaims. "What happened? You just got it cleaned!"

I grimace and look away, putting my arm out of sight. "It's nothing…"

"It's not nothing, Shane! Your arm is still bleeding!" Mitchie stares at me desperately, trying to get me to look back, but I can't.

"Don't worry, it's just-"

"Don't worry? Shane, something could be seriously wrong, it still shouldn't be bleeding that heavily." Mitchie glares at the others having fun in the lake, giving up on looking at me.

"Mitchie please, just… I got this under control."

Mitchie's head snaps back to mine. "You knew about this?" I stay silent. "Shane, what's wrong? Why didn't you tell me about this?"

I bite my lip and look down. I can't break now… I've waited this long. If I tell her, it'll ruin everything I was trying to do before.

"Shane?" she says sharply her gaze burning a hole in the side of my head.

I finally look at her. "I can't…"

Her eyes well up with tears, but she still manages to look mad at me. "Shane, I'm done with your shit, okay? Just… don't talk to me." She roughly stands up and almost runs away, but I still saw the tears running down her face.

And now we're not even friends anymore. I'd take just friends any day.

Mitchie's POV

I can't believe him! After all we've been though, after what I've told him before, he STILL keeps things from me.

Relationships are built on trust. I guess Shane never got that memo. Since we don't have any, we can't even be friends.

I gasp as I realize that. I lost Shane. Probably for good. He's hurt me too much for me to take him back… I can't go through it again. Three times is enough.

Third time's the charm.

I finally make it to my cabin and I slam the door shut. I need time to think. I need time… to write a song.

I grab my song book and close my eyes, thinking about what's happened for the past year. After a minute, I open my eyes with a smile on my face.

I have my Final Jam song.

Nate's POV

Caitlyn, Jason and I were just having fun and goofing off in our canoe when I heard Mitchie's piercing voice. We all looked at the shore to see Mitchie quickly leave and Shane put his head in his hands.

"Come on, we gotta get to shore now," I say urgently as I pick up my oar. We row quickly and as soon as the canoe touched the sand, I was out and running towards Shane.

"Dude, what happened?" I ask him as soon as I was near enough.

Shane looks up, tears running down his face. "I messed up, man."

I frown, pitying him. A lot has gone wrong in the past few days. "We should get back to our cabin."

He nods and gets up, following me to our room. As I close my door, he collapses in his bed, staring at the ceiling. I slowly walk towards him and stand beside his bed.

"I know you don't want to tell me, but… I think you should, if you want to sort things out," I tell him hesitantly.

Shane sighs and turns his head to look at me. "Okay… but if I tell you, you have to promise to not freak out." I nod. "No, Nate. I need you to promise. This is really hard for me." He closes his eyes and faces the ceiling again, a few tears slipping out.

"Shane, I promise you I won't freak out," I say sincerely.

He slowly nods and takes a deep breath. "Nate… I have cancer."

My eyes widen and I stare at him. No… there's no way…

He turns and looks at me again, his eyes red. "Leukemia, to be exact. I know I should have told you… but I'm scared," he tells me, his voice breaking at the end.

A few tears leak out of my eyes as I sit beside him. "It's okay Shane, I… I'm sorry," I sniffle, looking down and wiping away my tears.

"There's nothing you could have done, it just happened," Shane sighs, saying it almost bitterly.

"No, I mean… I'm sorry about everything else. You're fights with Mitchie, my nagging."

He shakes his head. "You were worried about me, it's okay. I just… I don't want to scare Mitchie."

I inwardly groan. Oh God, Mitchie. What are we supposed to do about her? "How long do you have… you know… to live?" I almost choke on the words. Shane can't die.

He grimaces. "About six months."

I heavily exhale. Six months? I only have six months with my best friend since I can remember? This… this isn't fair. "Shane…" I say desperately, even though I don't know what I'm trying to say.

"I know… I wish this wasn't happening either."

We sit in silence for a while, each of us thinking about it.

"Nate?" Shane breaks the silence. I nod in acknowledgment. "I want to write a song right now, with you."

"Okay," I say quietly. I get my notebook and hand it to him.

"I want to tell Mitchie I'm sorry," he whispers and starts writing.

I nod. I'm sorry also.

Ass tard is an inside joke with me and my friends btw x) So what did you think? Did you like the 'secret'? You can thank mmg1195 for that :D Thanks Meghan!

By the way, the Indie Camp Rock Awards are over and I won 2 awards! Best Nitchie for How to Save a Life and best Smitchie (I know!) for Our Love's the Perfect Crime! I'm so happy! Links on my profile. Thanks for every who's voted for me and I'll try to update soon again :)

3 more chapters! Well, 2 more chapters and an epilogue, but same thing :) Please review!