Alright, it's been a bit, but I finally got the next one up.

And I seem to be forgetting disclaimers quite a lot these days. Not sure if I have one on this story yet, but I'll put one here anyways:

Disclaimer: I own next to nothing. Only thing I own is really the plot, and there isn't much plot here at all. Wish I could say I owned the characters of Camp Rock, but I don't… so I can't lay any claim to them…

Calling You- By Blue October

Shane looked across the canoe at Mitchie, watching her stare out at the moonlit surroundings. God, she was beautiful. What he didn't know was that Mitchie was having the exact same thoughts, sans the feminine adjective.

Mitchie gazed out at the scenery, knowing that if she looked at Shane, she would probably blurt out her feelings, embarrassing both herself, as well as him. She desperately wanted him to feel the same, but how could he, after what she'd done? After how she'd lied? No, it was safer to keep it bottled up. Much safer to see what he wanted to say before she told him anything…

"Mitchie?" Shane's voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"Sorry, what?" She asked, a blush creeping up to her cheeks. He probably thought she didn't like him now! Probably thought she was only out here because he'd asked, not because she wanted to… He probably thought that she was ignoring him…

He smiled crookedly, "I was asking what you were thinking about."

"Oh. Nothing. I mean, not nothing, obviously I was thinking about something, just not anything important… I mean-"

He chuckled softly, "Mitchie, chill. It was just a simple question."

"Right," She nodded slowly, the blush returning to her cheeks.

"So… You were the girl with the voice…" He mused.

"I guess so…"

"It's weird, thinking that you were right there and I never noticed…"

Mitchie was silent, wondering what to say next. Man, this was awkward…

They sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence for a couple of minutes.

"So, this is the real you…" Shane broke the quiet once more, staring at her face.

Mitchie blushed once more, murmuring, "It always was."

Shane frowned, "I don't understand…"

Mitchie looked at him fully for the first time, "I never wasn't myself around you. I only put up the image around Tess. When I was with you… That was real."

Shane sat for a moment, digesting this new information, before speaking slowly, "So why only around Tess?"

"Have you met Tess? She's about as friendly as a starving lion," I replied, and he grinned briefly as I continued, "And that's just if you're worthy of her time… I don't know… I guess I just wanted to matter for once…"

"How could you not matter?"

"You haven't seen me at home. I have one friend," He snorted, obviously thinking she was kidding.

His grin faded, "You were serious?"

She nodded grimly, "Her name's Sierra."

"Well, you don't have one friend anymore."

"True, I have Caitlyn, Peggy, Ella, Lola…" She trailed off.

"You're forgetting someone," Shane hinted, smiling lightly.

Mitchie looked alarmed, "Who? I'm pretty sure I got everyone…"

"Not everyone," He laughed louder at her continually confused expression, "Me."

Her eyes widened in shock, "Oh." was all she could say, but really, her mind was screaming OH MY GOSH! Did he really just say that?! Say something Mitchie! Say something! "I…uh…I…didn't…uh…"

He laughed again, and Mitchie pouted.

"Don't laugh at me!"

He laughed more.

Mitchie sat in silence.

"Sorry," He said, trying not to laugh.

Another silence stretched between them.

"I…um… So we're friends?" Mitchie asked finally.

"Yeah. I mean… I guess… If you want to be…"

"Yeah, yeah of course. I'd like that."

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After another half-hour of joking around I the canoe, they finally decided to come back to the real world, and began paddling into the dock.

"I really don't think that we're doing this right at all!" Mitchie laughed.

"What makes you think that?"

"We haven't gotten any closer to the dock! We're still going in circles."

Shane laughed, "What? You don't like circles?"

Mitchie laughed as well, before a form appeared on the dock.

"Mitchie? Shane? Is that you?" A voice laced with a thick Australian accent called.

"Yeah Brown! It's us!" Shane yelled back, still laughing slightly.

"You know I don't like campers out on the lake alone at night Shane!"

"She's not! She's accompanied by a very responsible dance instructor!"

"That's a laugh if there ever was one Shane!" Brown called back.

Shane crossed his arms, pouting. Mitchie laughed at the two.

"So… are you two planning to come back anytime soon?" Brown yelled across the lake.

"We would…" Shane trailed off, not wanting to admit it.

"But we can't get back!" Mitchie finished.

Brown's bark of laughter echoed throughout the camp, "If this wasn't expected, I don't know what was…"

"Okay, Uncle Brown, we get it!" Shane shouted as Brown continued to laugh at the pair.

"Yeah, can you maybe tell us how to row please?" Mitchie asked, not ashamed to ask for help, whereas Shane stubbornly refused to.

Brown laughed some more before finally talking them through rowing back to the dock. Once there, Brown's face betrayed how amused he was, even though he tried not to be.

Shane just rolled his eyes, moving past his uncle. Mitchie thanked Brown, blushing as per usual. Brown just chuckled to himself, before walking back toward the cabins.

Shane, however, sat down on the dock, followed by Mitchie. Neither knew how long they sat in the now comfortable silence, before Mitchie chanced a glance at her watch.

"Oh shoot!" She exclaimed, "It's 12:30! I was supposed to be back at my mom's cabin by 12! She's going to kill me!"

Shane just sat there smirking.

"What?"

"Nothing," He said innocently, "Why don't I walk you back to your mom's cabin, and then she can yell at you sooner."

Mitchie rolled her eyes but accepted the offer. When they arrived at the cabin, Mitchie could hear her parents inside, and stopped short, before turning to Shane.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye then."

"Nope. I'm still going to see you tomorrow. Unless you plan on packing up and leaving in the middle of the night, that is."

Mitchie allowed herself a laugh before shaking her head, "Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but, before she let, she tip-toed, and pecked Shane's cheek.

"Bye," She said, a slight shyness to her tone, and walked away, suddenly nervous. Was that the right thing to do?

Her thoughts had to be pushed aside as she entered the cabin and her parents started to scold her for being a half-hour past curfew. She managed to escape with no punishment, by some miracle.

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Mitchie smiled brightly as she heard the question that had come out of Shane's mouth. She couldn't believe it. I mean, he'd said they'd keep in touch, but she didn't think he'd meant anything more than a casual e-mail here and there. And now he was asking her if she'd consider going out with him??

"Mitch?" Shane asked, suddenly worried. What if she hadn't felt anything more than friendship? What if he'd just screwed up their relationship?

Mitchie blinked, "Huh?" She asked stupidly.

Shane looked at his feet, "That was a dumb question. I shouldn't have asked. Forget I said anything. Of course you wouldn't want to."

"Shane! Stop. Yes, I would love to go out with you sometime."

It was Shane's turn to blink, "You would? I mean you would! Right, so… How about I call you when I'm in a city near you?"

Mitchie giggled, "You sound like one of those movie commercials 'Coming soon to a city near you!'"

Shane laughed as well, before Mitchie's mother called and they bid each other goodbye.

They'd gone out about a week later. They'd both had a great time, and agreed on a second date, whenever Shane wasn't busy. They'd kept this up and were soon in a steady relationship.

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5 months later, Mitchie was awakened by the annoying ring tone of her cell.

"Wah oo u wan?" Mitchie answered with a quick glance at the time. It was 3AM!

"Hey, Mitch, were you sleeping?" A voice that had called several times already asked.

"No, I was just sitting up at 3am knitting! What do ya think?"

"Sorry," the voice said sheepishly.

Mitchie sighed, "I guess you're forgiven. But only if you bring me chocolate in the morning."

She could hear him chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"So, now that I'm awake," She started, with a touch of annoyance, "Why did you call me at 3am? Wasn't it enough at 12? 1:30?"

"Nope. I couldn't sleep, I wanted to hear your voice…"

"Shane!" Mitchie awed, "You jerk! If you weren't so incredibly sweet you'd be dead already."

"Good to know. I'll be sweet more often," Shane said.

Mitchie rolled her eyes, laughing. She was now wide-awake, nice work Shane. She sat up in bed as he said something else that made her want to 'Aw' at him.

"Were you dreaming before I woke you up?"

"Mhmm."

"Really? What were you dreaming about? 'Cause I was dreaming about you."

She rolled her eyes once more at his cheesiness, before reminding him, "You said you weren't sleeping Shane. And why? Did you want me to be dreaming of you?"

She could almost see him blushing right now. The conversation continued in this vein for a bit, before coming to a close.

"I should probably let you go back to sleep now, huh?"

"That would have been nice if I wasn't already awake…"

"Sorry…"

"It's alright. I'm going back to sleep now."

"Alright. Goodnight Mitchie."

"Good night."

Just as he was about to hang up, Mitchie spoke again.

"And Shane?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't call me at 3am anymore, kay?"

Before he could respond, she hung up.

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The next morning, true to his word, Shane was waiting for her downstairs, box of chocolate in hand, grinning.

A/N: there you go, so, tell me, what do you think??