Disclaimer: I do not own this amazing movie we call Camp Rock.

Hope you liked that little cliffy. I'm still debating over the happy ending or not, and unfortunately, I'm leaning towards the unhappy ending. -- sigh -- I'm having a battle with myself... I feel so insane. Sorry this chapter's a bit short.


Chapter 2: Until You're Mine

My state of mind
Has finally got the best of me
I need you next to me
I'll try to find
A way that I can get to you
Just wanna get to you
The world I see is perfect now
You're all around
With you I can breath

Until You're Mine – Demi Lovato

"Shane? Shane, silly, what are you doing?" Tess asked, her voice high-pitched and shrill. I was shaken out of my trance, and I glanced back at Mitchie and Nate. Now that I was looking more closely, I spotted Nate's fingers intertwined in Mitchie's, and they were sitting unusually close.

I ran a hand through my hair, which was still damp from my quick-shower. I took a deep breath, rubbing my neck, and finally said, "I need to go get some air." and before Nate, Mitchie, or Tess could protest, I promptly stomped out of the restaurant, stopping to sit on the pavement. I slumped onto the edge of the sidewalk, watching cars pass by, and ignoring the strange looks from people walking by. Suddenly, I felt a soft hand land on my shoulder, and I jumped. "Oh! Mitchie, it's you."

"Shane. Sorry, did I startle you?" A faint blush crept upon her flushed cheeks, and I couldn't help but smile.

"No, no. I'm good." I sighed, sitting back down. I patted the seat by me awkwardly. "Sit down."

"Er – Ok?" She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged, smoothing out the wrinkles of her dress before taking a seat on the ground next to me. The silence was sickening – we just sat there, avoiding each others' eyes.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to, I just had to. I had to ask the question that I was dying to ask. "Since when are you dating Nate?" I blurted, before I had time to convince myself not to.

She squirmed uncomfortably, and I could tell she didn't like my question too much. Mitchie coughed a little, her cheeks turning pink again. Finally, she opened her lips to speak, "Since he was there, and you weren't, Shane."

I coughed this time, turning a deep shade of red. "Mitchie, I'm sorry, I --." I began, but she interrupted me before I could finish.

"S'okay, Shane. But the thing is – Nate's a great guy. I – I love him, I do. And he's there for me, he doesn't care when I cry, he let's me explain before assuming, and he let's me be myself without worrying. And he's not a jerk." She said the last part as a joke, and I chuckled softly, thoughts running through my mind.

"I guess I deserved that. How long've you guys been dating?" I looked away, staring at the city lights, then glanced back at her. The light framed her perfectly, showing off her naturally high cheekbones and beautiful auburn hair.

"For a few months, now. He recognized me when I was talking to the record company, we started talking, he asked me to dinner, and it was all uphill from there." She chirped, trying to make me as cheerful as she was. Unfortunately, that just wasn't happening.

"How serious are you guys? Are you – Are you getting married any time soon?" I asked, refusing to look her in the eyes. I stared at the ground instead, glaring at my new loafers, that already had scratches, and the color was fading.

She did not answer. The silence engulfed us once more, only interrupted by the chatter of passerbyers and the honking of cars. I looked back at her; she, too, was staring at the ground, a melancholy look drowning her breathtaking features, and I suddenly had the urge to stare at her ring finger.

"Oh, God!" I exclaimed, standing up. I ran another hand through my hair, which had dried by now. "God, Mitchie! What the fuck? I thought you were going to wait until marriage?!"

There, sitting around her thin ring finger, was the ring I knew so well. In fact, I had gone with Nate to buy it. I had one similar to it sitting on my own finger. It was Nate's purity ring.

"Shane!" Mitchie pleaded. "People are staring!"

I didn't give a damn. Mitchie, my Mitchie, had her first time with Nathaniel Black, my so-called best friend. Suddenly, the world was crashing down on me.

"I can't believe you!" I screamed. "What happened to 'I've got a purity ring'? Whatever happened to 'I'm waiting till marriage', Mitchie? What happened to that? Why are you out having sex with my best friend?" The last question came out softly, almost a whisper. My voice had cracked, and Mitchie was crying now.

"He's my boyfriend. I think I deserve to have those privileges." She crossed her arms indignitantly. "It was my choice, Shane Gray. He doubted it was the right one at first, but we were in love. Why do you care anyway, Shane? Huh?"

"Mitchie." I sighed, cupping her face in my hands. She pulled away almost immediately, backing up in her ballet flats. "Mitchie, I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too, Shane." She mumbled, then ran back into the restaurant, leaving me to wonder what could have been.


Yargh. Don't hate me for leaving you with cliffies all the time.

Here's a decision for you guys:

Should Mitchie, Nate, and Shane have a happy ending or not?

Tell me in a review, PM, anything. Adios.