This is the end. Kind of like, a closure/lead in chapter. Gives you a hint of what's to come and also gives you an end to this one. If you have any remaining questions feel free to leave them in the reviews or pms and I'll be sure to answer them or let you know if that's something that's going to be readdressed in the 2nd one. And some of you thought Shane's anniversary gift was a bit understated for Shane. He down played their anniversary so Caitlyn and Nate's would be better. Caitlyn needed the amazing anniversary more than Mitchie. Which is why Mitchie thanks Shane, for doing that for Caitlyn. And this is kind of short, because it's just a wrap up/preview. And I swear, this is the end of ATCR.

And Let me know if you want me to do the sequel or Caitlyn's pov first, or if you want them both at the same time. Of course, if I do them both, you will only get one update for each a day. Maybe more depending on what kind of mood I'm in.

Chapter 31: The End

I seriously can't tell you who won that night. I think Peggy and Ella might have, but I'm not sure. I was too busy kissing my boyfriend and watching my friends.

The next day was particularly hard. No one wanted to say good-bye. For a lot of us, this was the last summer we would come to Camp Rock as campers. Caitlyn and Lola hugged forever, while I was attacked by Peggy and Ella.

"You need to keep in touch this year!" Peggy said. "I don't care if you're on another tour or something. I demand a phone call once a month!"

"Oh me, too!" Ella cried.

"I'm going to miss you guys, too. And I promise to try to call. But remember, the phone rings both ways. So, if I forget, you call me, okay?" I said hugging them back.

"Shane! Heads up!" I heard Dad call. A moment later keys were being thrown at Shane.

"You brought my car? Seriously? Dude, Steve, I love you." He hugged me Dad quickly and started bouncing. "Where is she?" Dad pointed to the parking lot, where sure enough, sat Shane's Mustang.

While I finished saying good-bye to everyone, Shane took our bags and the dog over to his car. When I walked over to him a little while later, he was leaning on the hood. "What's up?"

"How are we doing this? Just you and me, or are we going to squeeze 4 people and a dog in the back?" Shane asked me before Nate walked over.

"So told you I was his favorite." Nate said smirking. He twirled keys around his finger. "Steve is letting me take his truck back, he's going to ride with Connie in the van."

"Wait, how'd my car get here?" Shane asked, confused that Dad's truck was here. "Steve!" Shane ran off after Dad.

"He's going to scream when Steve tells him Riley drove it." Nate said shaking his head. As if on cue, a loud 'what?!' came from the general direction of Shane and Dad.

"Actually, though, Jason is Dad's favorite. He just doesn't trust him with his car." I told Nate as I sat on Shane's hood.

Nate began to pout. "Speaking of," He said, his mood lifting once again. "Who is taking Jason and Stas home?"

"Jason and Stas already left…" I said laughing to myself. I must have been the only one they told, because Shane didn't know either.

"What? When?" Nate seemed worried.

"I don't know. Um, when the good-byes started. John came to pick them up. Jason is going to meet the family. Stas' birthday is in a few days. We're throwing her a surprise party when she gets back."

"How come I didn't know?" Nate pouted again as Caitlyn and Shane came over.

"Know about what?" Shane asked.

"Stas' surprise party." Nate said.

Shane looked confused. "What surprise party? And where are they?"

"Okay, so we didn't tell you guys or Jason." Caitlyn explained. "I don't know where they are."

"Come on. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us." I laughed, pushing Caitlyn and Nate toward Dad's truck.

"You realize this might be the last time you're here?" Shane asked as we sat in the car, just looking at Camp Rock.

I smiled brightly at him. "Nope. My uncle runs the place. I'll be here to visit all the time."

"Your uncle, huh?" Shane asked as he started the car. I smiled again. He reached over and grabbed my hand. Jacob began licking our hands from my lap. "Thanks, pup." He said while I began petting Jacob with my other hand.

"So, I know we're taking things slow… or one day at a time… but I have a question." He said a while later.

"What?" I said coming out of the daze I'd been in. We'd been driving for about an hour, and sitting in comfortable silence. Jacob was asleep in my lap.

"I have a question for you." He reiterated. "When can I start thinking about tomorrow?"

I looked over at him oddly. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "Um, what's tomorrow? Did I forget something?" I asked, completely clueless.

He chuckled. "No, Mitch. I don't mean tomorrow as in August 6th. I mean tomorrow as in our future. Not one day at a time anymore. Just so I know."

I shrugged. "I don't know. Why?

"You called Uncle Brown your uncle." He shrugged, not taking his eyes off the road. "Was just wondering if that meant you were planning on being around for a long time."

"Shane." I sighed, putting my hand on his leg. "We've been through this. I'm not going anywhere. I do plan on being with you for a long time, I just get freaked out about the future. I thought you understood that?"

"No, I do. I do. I was wondering so I don't freak you out by saying or doing things too soon. But I also don't want to take forever and have you get fed up." He explained. "Nate will be the clueless one to not ask Cait to marry him until they've been together for 10 years, and she'll get upset over that. I don't want to be Nate." He laughed.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "That's why we're taking this one day at a time. What are you thinking about that you want to know an appropriate time period for?"

"Can I tell you something without you freaking or overanalyzing?" He asked looking at me quickly for a moment.

"Yeah."

"Honestly no freaking?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Okay, okay, I believe you. Okay, so, if I had my way, we'd be getting married like tomorrow." Before I could respond, he kept going, "But I know you still have school and all, and that you aren't even 18 yet, so… and that you aren't even ready to get engaged, much less married. That's where our age difference really plays in. I'm thinking about my indefinite future and you're still thinking about the immediate future. And there's nothing wrong with that."

"Our age difference never really mattered." I said thoughtfully.

He shrugged. "Yeah. But, you've got your senior year to look forward to, and I'm thinking about what I'm going to do when Connect 3 is finished."

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, having never really thought about that.

He shrugged again. "I don't know. I was thinking of either helping Uncle Brown with Camp Rock. Or maybe going to school and getting a teaching degree."

I laughed. "Shane. Why would you want to teach?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I know. I just love music. If I can teach someone else how much I love it… Besides, I never got to go to high school, really. Freshman year and that was it. I got my GED when I was 17 because we were on tour."

"No tours this school year, please?" I said. "It's going to be stressful enough with college apps, and prom, and graduation, and everything else that normally occurs. I don't think I can handle you being on tour on top of all that."

He lifted my hand and kissed it. "No tours, promise." It was silent for a moment. "I've never been to a prom." He said thoughtfully. I laughed softly.

It was a while later when I turned to him again. "Whenever you want." I said.

"Whenever I want what?" He asked confused.

"To think about tomorrow. Just… use your judgment in telling me." I said softly.

"Absolutely." He kissed my hand again. "We should be home in a little bit."

I smiled. Home. After being away with Shane for so long, I'd come to realize home wasn't home anymore. Home was with Shane. We pulled into my driveway as I continued to muse.

That was my last year at Camp Rock as a camper. I spent manymore there, but they weren't the same. The number of things Camp Rock had brought me in that one year was unbelievable. But life wasn't over, and neither were our stories. Mine and Shane's. Caitlyn and Nate's. Jason and Anastasia's. Mine and Caitlyn's. Everyone's. We had many more things to look forward to together. As a family. Because, like I said: Just because my amazing summers and year were over didn't mean life was. Life Keeps Going.

Fin