Thanks again for all the reviews and such. Seriously, I don't normally update this fast. I've just been really bored. So this was a bit hard to write. I tried to fill it up as much as possible without being too filler-y.

Oh, and to address the whole Kate being spelled Cait thing, I think Caitlyn is the type of person to make herself stand out in small, simple ways. Like spelling Cait the way her name is Cait-lyn. Not that there is anything wrong with spelling it Cate or Kate, though. I just wanted to spell it Cait.

Chapter 4

Caitlyn and I stayed up way too late that night. I overslept a bit and made it to school just in time to make it to homeroom before the bell rang. I sighed in relief as Sierra looked at me confused. I was never late to school.

"Where were you?" She questioned.

Laying my head on my desk, still pretty tired, I answered, "Cait and I were up pretty late talking. She's moving in with me because of this internship at Lava. Then we were talking about me recording with Shane, and how her and Milo are going to be mixing the music for it. And, just, everything. I can't wait for next week!" Sierra made a tight smile and commented on how nice that was. We were silent the rest of class.

I was very tired and didn't realize a good majority of my class had been listening to me. They had all seen or heard about Shane, Nate, and Jason showing up yesterday. This was icing on the cake. It wasn't until lunch that I finally realized something was up. Rosie sat at my lunch table. The table I sit alone at with Sierra.

"Hey, Mitchie. Sierra." She smiled at us. We exchanged confused looks.

"Hey, Rosie." I said before I became distracted by my phone. He really was needy.

"Oh, who are you texting?" She asked innocently.

I wasn't really listening though. "Hmm?"

Her smile became tight, not used to being ignored. "I asked who were you texting."

"Oh, my friend, Caitlyn." I lied easily. I was not that stupid. I was suddenly quite thankful for Tess. Now I was able to stand up to Rosie and not get caught up in drama that could cost me even more than the Tess drama almost did.

"Oh." She didn't sound overly pleased with my answer. "She was the one that showed up yesterday?"

"Yeah," I replied, "She's transferring here next week."

"Oh." It was silent for a moment. "What about your other friends that showed up?" I laughed in my head. Ha! I've caught on to you Rosie.

"Who?" I asked, turning to face Sierra. Sierra stifled a laugh but shrugged in confusion.

"Oh, you know, those cute boys you were with. Caitlyn's boyfriend it looked like…" My boyfriend, too, I wanted to scream at her. But I checked myself. I gave away nothing.

"Oh! Right. What about them?"

I could see she was getting fed up. "Who were they?" She tried to come off innocent, but her frustration was coming through.

"My friends." I smiled brightly at her.

Finally at her end, she lost all pretenses of pleasantness. "Look, you and I both know what I want to know. Was that really Connect 3?" She demanded.

"Maybe." I smiled and ignored her, answering Shane's text.

"You know, Shane's awfully cute." I felt myself tense and I knew she saw it. "I had a backstage pass to their concert for this summer." She was pushing the right button's and she knew it. "I couldn't wait to see them."

"Yeah, well, that's too bad you didn't get to." I replied, slowly becoming more and more angry.

She smirked happily. "Who would've thought. Mitchie and Shane Grey."

"He is a person, you know." I hit my breaking point. "Just because he's famous doesn't make him some god that should be sucked up to at every chance."

"Oh, that's rich." She stood up. "I guess, you see him for the real him, right, Mitchie?"

"Yeah, I do." I replied, remaining seated. She laughed and walked off. Something about her did not sit well with me. I turned to Sierra, who had been sitting there quietly for a while. "I'm gonna go…" I gestured to my phone, indicating I was gonna go call Shane. She just nodded wordlessly as I left.

After the 4th ring, an out of breath Shane answered the phone, "Hello? Mitchie? Baby, is that you?" I was a little worried he was out of breath.

"… Yeah." I answered slowly.

I heard him sigh in relief. "Thank god. I've missed your voice."

I laughed at him, "You are very clingy, Mister." He chuckled an I-know. "Anyway, why are you so out of breath?"

"Jason thought it'd be funny to hide my phone." He clearly didn't find it funny. "So, what's up? Aren't you in school?"

Sighing, I replied, "Yeah. I just… got into a huge argument with the Tess of my high school."

When I didn't continue, he question me, "About?"

"You." I whispered nervously. "She… I guess everyone knows Cait and I are friends with you and all… so she decided to sit with me at lunch… and… was asking all these questions and I won't give her a straight answer, but then she…" My voice faded off, embarrassed to be admitting this to my boyfriend, "She started talking about you… and I let it get to me, so I kinda told her off… and now… I don't know."

"Mitch…" He sighed. "There are always going to be people like her while we're together. And I don't plan on us not being together anytime soon, so I'd say its safe to say they'll be around for awhile."

"I know." I sighed too. "I just wanted to tell you. I don't know what her devious mind can do."

"Well," He said oddly happy. "We'll see when it happens. But on the bright side, Nate is extremely happy that Cait is moving in with you."

"Why?" I was a bit perplexed.

"Because now when I throw my 'I want my Mitchie' hissy fit to come see you, he'll get to see her, too." I laughed happily. "We're both happy though, cause now you two have each other to deal with the suckiness of dating a Rock Star."

"Okay, Pop star, suckiness? So not a word." I teased him.

"I prefer Rock star, thank you." He replied slightly offended. The bell rang then, causing me to have to cut my phone call short.

"Well, the bell just rang, so…" I faded off.

"I'll call you later." He promised.

"Bye, Shaney." I said in a teasing tone.

"Bye, Michaela." I gasped as he quickly hung up the phone. I didn't know he knew my full name. The students spilling into the halls woke me out of my daydream, forcing me to go to the rest of my classes.

The day passed without too much more drama. Until someone asked me if I was really going to record with Shane Grey. I said we had met at Camp Rock, and I helped him a write a few songs. That was what we were talking about. I didn't want anyone to know until they saw my name next to Shane's. I sighed as the last bell rang, thankful it was over.

The week finally ended, and we were going to pick Caitlyn's stuff up from the school. Her parents had faxed over all the paper work and everything was almost legal. The paper work was being processed, but Caitlyn was starting my school anyway.

Caitlyn and I had been chatting happily as we carried boxes of her stuff up to my room. I was not expecting to find two hot, sweaty, shirtless pop stars in my bedroom, putting together a bed frame. Jason came bounding up the stairs with more boxes along with Dad.

"Hey, guys." Jason said setting down his boxes and taking ours and moving them. That broke us out of our daydream world, and alerting Shane and Nate to our presence. They quickly pulled their shirts on.

"Hey." Shane kissed my cheek, "Your mom was supposed to call when you were close." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He was still treading water with Dad at this point.

"Oh. Sorry. What are you guys doing here?" I asked.

Surprisingly, Dad answered. "They pulled up a few minutes after you left asking what needed to be done to make this room livable for 2. They've been working for a few hours already." Dad seemed pretty impressed with them. I was so happy. I smiled brightly at Shane. I was so happy he was only 20 minutes away recording. I was afraid of what would happen when the album was done and they would go on tour. But Mom brought me out of my thoughts.

"A little help here?" She laughed carrying more boxes than she should have. The boys rushed to grab the boxes.

"Mrs. Torres!" They cried, seeing how heavy they were.

"What have I told you boys? Call me Connie." They all mumbled sorry's and moved on.

"Why don't you guys take a break?" Dad offered. Shane and Nate looked back at the bed frame. "I'll finish it." They seemed apprehensive, but Caitlyn and I dragged them down stairs. Later, when we went back up we'd noticed they had put a second dresser in my room, as well as a new desk.

We spent the rest of the day moving Caitlyn in and hanging out with the guys. They informed us Peggy was going to be flying in soon to work on the song. We insisted she stay with us instead of a hotel, but they didn't think 3 people could stay in my room and survive.

Later that night, Dad was showing Jason the birdhouse he was working on in the garage, while Nate and Caitlyn were watching a movie. Shane and I opted to walk around my backyard.

"What's wrong?" He stopped walking, pulling me in front of him. "Talk to me."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't lie to him. "I just keep thinking how great it is right now. But…" I looked away from him. "That'll all going to change once the album is done and you guys start touring." I saw him smiling out of the corner of my eye and grew defensive. "What?" A demanded, thinking he was laughing at me.

"Well, I wanted to surprise you… but," He paused. "We'll most likely be doing a summer tour. When, you know, you aren't in school…" My smile grew catching what he was saying.

Then it fell. "Camp Rock." I said disappointed. He sighed. Obviously, he knew something I didn't. "I was talking to Uncle Brown about the camp. The boys want to go back and teach so bad. Uncle Brown, though, he, uh, doesn't know if there will be a Camp Rock next summer."

"What?!" I shouted. "Why not?"

"Not enough people. It's getting more and more expensive to run the camp, and the only people who can afford it are the Tess Tylers or the ones like Caitlyn, whose parents can barely keep their daughter in the life style they're used to. There are going to be even less people able to go this year. It's a never ending cycle! The price goes up so not as many people can go so the price has to go up again to cover the missing people." Shane seemed really upset over this. So was I.

"Are you sure about this?" I questioned.

"This will probably be the last year, if they even have it." He sighed again. "And, if they do, and you and Cait would rather go to Camp Rock, then that's fine. You can come on tour with me next summer." I didn't know what I wanted to do at that moment.

"Well, summer's a long way off. And I probably won't be able to afford it anyway." I shrugged it off.

"Mitch, I can-" I cut him off.

"Shane, no. You've done enough as it is. Stop." He rolled his eyes but agreed.

"Can I tell you something?" He whispered.

"What?" I whispered back, curiously.

"I love you." He kissed me before I could yell at him. That boy was crazy.

Monday morning, Mom yelled up to my- I mean our, room. "Mitchie, Caitlyn. Time for school!" I pushed my CD into my computer as I do every morning. Caitlyn rolled out of bed, and I saw her dancing her way around the room. I laughed at her antics, knowing I did them myself a lot, too.

Once we were both dressed, we headed downstairs to breakfast. "Morning, girls." Mom greeted us. "Caitlyn, you'll have to stop by the main office to pick up your schedule for the day, okay?" We noticed Hot Tunes was on and begged her too turn it up. She laughed at us.

"Connect 3 bad boy Shane Grey seems to have changed his ways. The label reports that his summer away helped him find the new him. The label won't comment on what exactly caused the change, but they're liking it."

Caitlyn nudged me as I blushed a bit. "Look at you. Being talked about on Hot Tunes."

"Oh I was not. They were talking about why Shane chang-…ed." I hate when Caitlyn's right. "Let's go. We don't want to be late."

Caitlyn just laughed.

As we entered the building, I gave Caitlyn the needed info to survive my school.. "Stay away from Rosie Maren. She's out to use you for your boyfriend. And she's a total Tess anyway. Secondly, say nothing of Connect 3 or any upcoming projects, got it?" I warned her.

"Why, yes, mom. I think I do." She laughed at me as we headed for the main office.

"Oh sweet!" I jumped a little. "You're in all my classes. Awesome!" Caitlyn and I started jumping up and down until the secretary glared at us. We high fived quickly and scurried out.

Classes were normal until lunch. I had to go to the bathroom, so I sent Caitlyn in with Sierra. When I came back though, I found Caitlyn at the table surrounded by Rosie's lemmings. I laughed to myself, Caitlyn did not look happy. I was kind of mad I didn't see Sierra anyway.

"So, are you, like, dating him?" Caitlyn smiled politely.

"Dating who?" She asked.

Confused, the airhead replied, "Nate?"

"Who?" Caitlyn said again. The girl was a lot like Ella, but in a less adorable-more annoying way.

"Cait, be nice." I said sitting down next to her. "Are we slumming?" I asked looking around the table.

"I believe we are." She replied.

"Where'd Sierra go?" I asked, ignoring the gaping airheads,

Caitlyn scowled a bit. "Don't know. She pointed, and ran."

"Oh. Okay, then." I shrugged. "So are you excited?"

She started bouncing in her seat a bit. "Totally!"

"Well say hi to the boys for me later." I instructed.

"Definitely." She nodded. After a few minutes of awkward silence, the lemmings finally left. "Well." Caitlyn said, "That was pleasant."

"Yeah… moving on." I said excitedly. "Did Nate happen to tell you about our potential summer plans?"

Caitlyn let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, he finally told you?"

I pouted. "How long have you know?"

"Since we were offered jobs." She smiled apologetically. "But I wasn't with him then! He mentioned that you and Peggy would probably end up going on tour with them. Then when we started dating, he said I could come, too." I felt a little better, but I was still kinda mad she didn't tell me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Because I was sworn to secrecy by your boyfriend." I smiled at the mention of him.

"He's way too good to me." I sighed, thinking of the conversation we'd had the other night. "I offered to pay for Camp Rock next summer if I can't afford it."

"Wow. That boy is seriously in love." She paused. "Can we switch?" We laughed, lost in our own little world.

"Nah, I think I'll keep mine. Nate's not my type."

"Good." She said it so seriously, she had me taken aback. However, her laughter couldn't be contained and she laughed hysterically at the look on my face. Soon I joined in. The bell rang and we were still laughing.

"Seriously, though. A phone, going on tour, a possible record deal, Camp Rock? I fell like I owe him so much. And… I have nothing to give back." This had been bugging me ever since the phone, and just seems to be getting worse.

"He loves you. All you have to give him is that back. I think, subconsciously, he's afraid you are only with him for what he has and who he is. But he loves you so much that he's giving you everything you could possibly want. He wants to spoil you. He wants you to be happy. All you gotta do is love him for him. Like you do."

I was speechless as we sat down in class. "Wow, Caitlyn. That was… insightful."

"So, my boyfriend and I may talk about you and your boyfriend a bit." I gave her a look. "Okay, a lot." She resigned. "He's worried about Shane, and I'm worried about you. That's all. Nate likes you. He's just worried that Shane is throwing everything he's got into this relationship and that if it doesn't work out, it's either going to destroy Shane or the band. Or both. Shane's pretty dependant on you already." I smiled thinking of needy he is.

"I know. I don't mind." I said softly, lost in my own world of Shane.

"Mitchie." Caitlyn sighed hopelessly. "You are so gone." She teased with a smile.

"Yeah. Well. Why are you worried about me?" I asked, curiously.

"You get so worked up over everything. I'm worried you won't be able to handle it when they aren't around as much. You're pretty dependant on him, too."

"I guess, I've already lost him once. And it was horrible. I don't want to lose him again. I… I love him."

"I know." She said softly as the teacher began class.

I guess, everyone isn't as supportive of us as we thought.