Author's Note: Okay, so this is where my spin starts to get put on Camp Rock 2. This chapter sets up the performance of "It's On," but obviously with a Nate/Dana spin instead of Mitchie holding court with the other campers at the Camp Fire. That is acknowledged in the next chapter when the "performance" (LOL) takes place.

Dana's POV

I knew what the consequences were for sneaking out of your cabin after "lights out" was called, but I was willing to risk the punishment of kitchen duty or being the activity director for the day or worse if my Dad caught me.

I wasn't sure what was coming over me – I was never this much of a risk taker, I was really a follow the rules kind of girl – but there was something about Nate, something I had never felt before and as I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, all I could do was think about seeing him again.

And the only way I knew how to make that happen was to sneak out.

Being seen with him in the daylight at Camp Rock, for some reason, seemed like a bigger risk than sneaking out to see him at night. Obviously sneaking out to see him in the middle of the night was the bigger risk, I just couldn't seem to compute that in my head.

Quietly, I slipped on a pair of ballet flats (they were less likely to make noise than sneakers) and so I wouldn't get cold, a magenta colored zip-up hoodie I found lying around on the floor. Grabbing the flashlight every camper was required to keep in their cabin, I was halfway to the door when suddenly the room was flooded with light.

Damn it, I cursed angrily, Tess is awake! Quick think of a really good excuse so you don't have to go round and round in circles with her!

"Where are you going?" She asked, lifting the cheetah print eye mask away from her face. "It's past lights out and you are not the type to sneak off somewhere. Or are you? Is the whole goody-goody thing you've got going on just some act? Not that I would believe it, if you said it was."

Rolling my eyes, I sighed heavily and crossed my arms over my chest. "I know it's past lights out, Tess and yes, you're right I'm not the type to sneak off somewhere. I have to go to the bathroom and since there's not one in the cabin, I kind of have to leave so..."

The look on her face said she didn't believe me and my heart was suddenly caught in my throat. Her features softened somewhat and she gave me a small, sly looking smile. "Just don't get caught, Juliet. If you do, your Dad is going to be beyond pissed and I am not taking the fall for letting his precious baby break the rules and sneak out, leaving him to punish her so he has to – you know – appear impartial and all."

"Don't get caught?" I asked slowly as my stomach somehow became suspended inside my body.

There's no way she knows about Nate, I thought as I rapidly became distressed. There's just no way. How can she know? It's not like she saw him that day at the lake. How could she? He was hiding under the canoe.

Tess let out a brief bout of laughter before deciding to take pity on me, obviously noticing my distressed state. "Yeah, I know all about your Camp Rock Romeo." She admitted with a dismissive air. "I totally saw you guys flirting at the bonfire after your bracelet hit him in the eye. And um...Did you really think I wouldn't notice you standing by a Camp Rock canoe that day the lake? Please. Like I said, don't get caught, Juliet. Cause I won't be saving you from Daddy's wrath."

I couldn't help but be confused. Tess knew about Nate but she wasn't going to tell my Dad? That didn't make sense.

As if she could read my mind, she assured me in the softest tone I had ever heard her use, "I don't blame you for thinking that I hate you, but I really don't. I swear. It's just that you – ugh – remind me of this girl from Camp Rock. She's so...Like perfect and has the whole she-can-do-no-wrong vibe and I just hate it. I know I should be mature and just let whatever bad stuff went down between us last summer go, but I can't. I'm a grudge holder, it's just who I am; I get that from my Mom. But every once in a while I can decide to be nice and this – me letting you sneak out of here so you can go see Nate – is me deciding to be nice. It's also my good deed for the year, so don't screw it up for me by being stupid and getting caught."

I don't know what came over me, but I rushed over to the tiny blonde and hugged her tightly. Quickly, she shoved me away and gave me a stiff look. "Don't ever do that again. Letting you sneak out does not make us BFFs. Not even close. Now get out so I can get my beauty sleep. If I don't get a full ten hours, I'm a raging bitch and you do not want to see me rage. Seriously."

Without a second glance, I turned on my flashlight and took off for the docks, preparing to go on a clandestine nighttime mission across the lake to see Nate.

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Nate's POV

Like everyone else, I was supposed to be sleeping. Lights out had been called at least two hours ago, but I was still awake. Sleep seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind and I knew who was to blame for that unusual occurrence.

Dana.

Every time my eyes would close, I would see the sight of her chocolate eyes sparking back at me or her matching hair shimmering in the afternoon sunlight or see my name in ink marking the milky skin of her wrist.

At this rate, I was never going to fall asleep again.

Groaning, I pushed the covers off my body and tried not to yelp as my bare feet made contact with the cold wood floor of the cabin I was sharing with Shane. I knew it was wrong to push Jason on the junior campers like the two of us did, but in this instance I couldn't help but be thankful that we did.

Shane was a heavy sleeper – heavy to the point that a bear attack probably wouldn't wake him up, but Jason was a very light sleeper – the slightest of noises could wake him up and that was a chance that I just couldn't afford to take.

As quietly as I could, I slipped my feet into a pair of sneakers I left by the door and after grabbing the flashlight that was on the desk in the cabin, I crept out into the night, leaving a loudly snoring Shane behind.

I wasn't sure if I was actually going to risk taking a canoe all the way across the lake, but as I made my way toward the docks, I realized that wasn't a risk I had to consider. Turning on my flashlight, I could make out the faint shape of a canoe in the water and the outline of a person sitting in the small boat.

I knew I shouldn't assume the person was Dana, but who else could it be?

The canoe drifted closer and closer and my heart started thrumming wildly against my chest as the girl who prevented me from sleeping became bathed in the light of my flashlight. I had no choice but to swallow thickly as my eyes raked over her thin frame.

The hoodie she wore was open and even though I knew it was wrong (I was basically objectifying her), I couldn't help but notice the navy tank top underneath didn't do a very good job of hiding the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

In an instant my body grew hot and I could feel my blood pumping through my veins, rapidly.

Quickly, I lowered my flashlight and rushed toward the edge of the docks as her canoe came to a stop. I wasn't sure if my hand was actually shaking as I held it out to her, but it felt like it was. A tingle rushed up my entire arm as she placed her hand in mind, allowing me to help her out.

Once her feet were planted firmly on the wood of the dock, I breathed in as deeply as I could, but it didn't do me any good. Breathing in deeply didn't change how beautiful she was. Her hair, which I was so used to seeing flow prettily down her back, was pulled into a messy ponytail with strands haphazardly falling around her face and even though she didn't wear much makeup, her face was free of any and that gave her milky skin this freshly pink tint.

The sound of her small voice asking bashfully, "Do you think so," drew me out of my thoughts and made me realize I had told her so out loud. Immediately I felt my cheeks heat up.

Clearing my throat didn't stop my voice from sounding hoarse as I whispered, "Yeah, I think so. You're really beautiful, Dana. You really are."

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Dana's POV

His voice was hoarse and as my name fell from his heart-shaped lips, I felt my body being wracked by the most intense shiver. It was stupid and girly, but I knew the way he said my name would be playing in my head over and over for days.

I wasn't sure what to say after he told me I looked beautiful when I so obviously didn't. I was in my pajamas and a hoodie with ballet flats and wasn't wearing any makeup. There was no way I looked anything close to beautiful, but that didn't matter. He told me I did and suddenly I felt beautiful and not incredibly stupid for coming all the way across the lake in the middle of the night and having no idea what to say once I saw him.

"So..." He started to say as he rubbed the back of his neck absently while shuffling on his feet.

I didn't know how he made those typically nervous habits look so cute, but he did and I was grateful because it made me feel better about my own nerves. Tilting my head, I bit down on my lip momentarily and told him, "You're really cute when you do that, you know."

His eyes went wide for the briefest of moments and his cheeks flushed with heat while my heart swelled with pride. I just made Nate Gray blush, I thought giddily, I did that! Me! If it wasn't so creepy, I would make that my facebook status: made Nate Gray blush.

Far too easily another compliment tumbled from my lips, but this one was whispered in what I was sure was a purposeful husky tone as I took a bold step toward him. "You're really cute when you blush too."

Since I was so close, I took the chance to lean in ever so slightly and do what I wanted to do when we talked at the edge of the lake, inhale his clean, soapy smell. And when the scent filled my nose, I wasn't disappointed. I didn't think it was possible for someone to smell "perfect," but somehow the curly-haired boy in front of me smelled perfect.

"And even though it sounds creepy – or at least it does in my head," I murmured, laughing awkwardly as I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "You smell so good."

I was so absorbed with my compliments that if I hadn't felt the hardness of his body absently brush mine; I wouldn't have known he had moved closer to me too. My head was spinning and I was being warmed from the inside out because of his voice reverberating in my ear. "This probably sounds creepier," He laughed and I wanted to know how to make him laugh again. "But I like the way you smell."

Thank you Hollister California, I thought to myself while making a mental note to tell my Mom to ship me a bottle in the next letter I wrote her in case I ran out over the course of the summer.

I turned my body slowly so that I would be face to face with his soft eyes I found so pretty and I didn't realize just how close he was until the moment when I felt my breasts mesh against his chest. It didn't seem physically possible that I could be any warmer than I already was without bordering on being feverish, but the feel of our bodies being that close, had my temperature rising.

This was the closest I had ever been to a boy and my legs quivered from the sensations that rushed through me courtesy of his new experience. The quivering was made worse as one of his hands reached up to brush a haphazard strand of hair behind my ear. My stomach swooped from the feeling of his calloused (from all the guitar playing he did) fingers trailing down the slope of my cheek in a slow, sweeping kind of motion.

"Nate," I whispered reverently as I could feel myself rising to my toes, even though he wasn't that much taller than me and with the same amount of reverence, as he leaned forward, he whispered my name, "Dana."

I could feel the cinnamon warmth of his breath ghosting across my lips and my eyes fluttered as they prepared to close in the moment when his lips would cover mine, but instead we wrenched apart like we were burned from the sound of his Uncle Brown's voice calling out, "Nate! Is that you?"

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Nate's POV

Really, Brown? Really? I thought angrily as I backed further away from Dana even though that was the last thing I wanted to do. You had to pick now to show up? When I was so close to kissing her! Ugh!

I felt awful as I watched her take refuge underneath her canoe just like I had to the day before. She was going to be freezing by the time she made it back across the lake and that made me sick. I wished there was something I could to prevent her from having to sink into the water, but there wasn't. All I could do was make sure Brown didn't suspect anything out of the ordinary was going on.

Suddenly, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Shane's filled my head. Yeah, because you being out at the docks during the middle of t he night is totally ordinary. Yeah, right.

"You know I would expect this from Shane – the whole sneaking out after lights out. He doesn't think I knew all about his late night canoe ride with Mitchie from last summer, but there isn't anything that goes on around here that your good ol' Uncle Brown doesn't know about," He told me with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Jason ending up around here makes sense too. There's always the chance he would get turned around cause – you know – directions aren't really his thing. He's like me and your Grandpa Cessario in that way. But you – Nate – you're the responsible one and you being out here has me a little worried, to be honest."

"Worried?" I asked my voice cracking. "Why would you be worried? There's no reason for you to be worried. I just couldn't sleep and I thought a walk would tire me out."

He looked at me for a long time before he clapped his hand on my shoulder. "You know if you need to talk about anything, that's what I'm here for."

I could feel my brows furrowing in confusion. Why would Brown think I needed to talk about anything? "Uh...Is there something in particular you think we should talk about?"

As the question fell from my lips, I felt even worse for Dana. The longer I stayed on the docks with Brown, the longer she was spending stuck underneath her canoe. I needed to find a way to end this conversation and fast.

Giving me a pointed look, Brown crossed his arms over his chest and told me evenly – too evenly, "I feel like I should be the one asking you that question Nathaniel."

When he said my full name, I could feel myself panicking. Swallowing harshly, I couldn't help but think he knew about Dana. But how could he know? No one else from camp knew about her but...my brothers, I realized.

Both Shane and Jason had seen us together at the bonfire. But they wouldn't have said anything to Brown, would they?

Trying my best to shake off the feeling of dread, I swallowed again and before I could even ask the question I didn't really want to; Brown stopped me by clearing his throat and saying, "I'm sure it's very cold underneath that canoe, Miss Turner! You'll feel better if you come out now. Trust me."

"Brown," I started to say, but he cut me off with a sharp shake of his head. "Just make sure she's dry and back across the lake before her father gets word that she's gone. You and I will talk about this in the morning."

Turning away from Brown's retreating figure, I saw Dana climbing out from under her canoe, soaking wet and shivering. Walking over to her, I told her, "I don't know how he figured out it was you who was underneath the canoe and I'm sorry. It's my fault you got caught. I should have done a better job of getting rid of him. But if you look on the bright side, at least you'll be dry when you get back to Camp Star. That has to count for something right?"

She laughed softly while waving her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. Things could have been a lot worse for both of us. Your Uncle could have called my Dad and that is something I definitely don't want to deal with – at least not without a full night's sleep, anyway."

"Come on," I said, grabbing her hand without a second thought. "You can dry off in my cabin."

"You have your own cabin?" She wondered arching a curious brow.

"Not exactly. I share one with Shane but he's such a heavy sleeper a bear wouldn't wake him up."

"You know...Um...Just to be on the safe side – given what could have happened with your Uncle just now – why don't you just give me a towel and I'll dry off out here? I know yous aid your brother's a heavy sleeper but I don't think we should take any more chances tonight."

I didn't want her to go, but she was right. There was always the chance – even if it was a small one – that Shane would wake up, and how was I supposed to explain Axel Turner's daughter being in our cabin? And even if I could come up with a plausible reason that would satisfy him, it's not like he would just let something like that go. Not after what Axel was doing to our Uncle.

Neither of us said a word as she took off her soaked hoodie and began rubbing the beach towel, I gave her, over her bare arms and then squeezed the water from her long hair, after taking it out of its ponytail. She handed me back the towel and mumbled a quick, "Thanks," before taking off.

Walking back into the cabin, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be able to get anything right when it when it came to her. I totally screwed up a potential moment and I nearly got her in trouble by not being able to get rid of my Uncle Brown at the docks. She must think I'm as big of an idiot as I do.

End Note: I am absorbing myself into the book The Hunger Games this weekend and I have my first presentation for my Women's Study class on Monday while Tuesday is my next test in Philosophy, so it'll probably be a while before I update. Though, I have most of chapter five written, but before I post it, I want up to at least chapter eight written so you guys aren't waiting forever during updates.

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