Author's Note: Oh. Em. Gee! Insert the fangirl screaming here. After seven chapters, we've finally reached it, the pinnacle of adorableness that is Nate singing "Introducing Me" to Dana.

So the whole song (tear) won't be used because Nate is actually performing the song and matching Dana's thoughts to every lyric would just draw this chapter out and her POV would take over, and I wanted to include his thoughts as he's singing to her.

Good news, though, the whole performance scene is on youtube and you can see it again this Sunday on Disney when they premiere the Camp Rock 2: The Final Jam, What's What edition. So I guess you all know how I'm spending my Sunday or at least part of it, don't you?

Dana's POV

My legs were heavy and my eyes were still slightly misty as I made my way back across the lake. I definitely didn't expect things to go so badly with Nate. I thought there was a chance – if we could sneak away behind the many bushes that lined the area near the bench – that we might kiss again. I never expected to walk away from him feeling hurt and confused.

I could feel my lips quivering as I remembered standing in front of him – silently begging him with my eyes to say something, anything – that would get me to stay just a moment longer. Couldn't he tell that I didn't really want to walk away? That all I wanted to do was stay right where I was for as long as I could?

Swiping at my eyes, I my throat was getting thick and somehow tight a the same time as I struggled not to cry. But I was determined not to let the tears, that were clouding my eyes, fall. Why cry over someone who so clearly didn't want to waste their time with me?

My hand shook as I touched the cool metal of the doorknob to the cabin I shared with Tess and just as I was about to pull the door open, it swung open on its own and the tiny blonde's small hand, shot out and dragged me through the door.

"You have to tell me everything." She demanded, oceanic eyes sparkling brightly as she was practically salivating at the gossip not even Perez himself could bring her. "Did you kiss again? Did Nate tell you, you looked beautiful even though you're wearing that hideous mauve hoodie that I repeatedly told you, washes out your skin? What did he say when you showed up? Don't just stand there, Turner! Start talking! I need this! No one else around here is doing anything that's remotely close to hooking up with the nephew of their Daddy's worst enemy! Plus, my blackberry is down and I can't get on E! Or oceanup or Perez!"

"There's nothing to tell." I told her morosely as I shrugged absently.

Her almond shaped eyes went wide before they began blinking repeatedly, the fibers of her lengthy lashes taking on the rapid beating of a humming bird's wings. Her pouty mouth was also slightly a jar, which added to the stunned expression on her pretty face. But the expression and the blinking didn't last long. Slowly, her features returned to their usual scowl and her ocean eyes reigned with skepticism.

Arching a perfectly plucked brow, she folded her arms across her chest and her pouty mouth formed a thin line. "There's nothing to tell?" She repeated my words, but they were phrased as a question.

Scoffing, she asked, "You don't really expect me to believe that, do you? There's always something to tell whenever a boy's involved – especially one as hot as Nate."

"Haven't you heard? There's an exception to every rule." I remarked, my voice taking on a harsh quality.

I may have lost out on starting anything with Nate (if what just happened was any indication), but that didn't mean I wanted to hear Tess going on about how hot he was. She obviously picked up on my tone because her ocean eyes were gleaming and her pouty mouth had formed a smirk across the glittering tint the swipe of nude lipgloss gave it.

"Ooooh." She teased. "Kitty's got claws. Now you really don't expect me to believe you have nothing to tell, do you? After you just got all territorial because I called Nate hot, something definitely happened. So spill. Did a Rocker catch you like hardcore making out or something? Oh my God!" She shrieked all of the sudden, making me jump. "Was it one of his brothers that caught you? Or was it Mitchie? Did she run and tell Brown? Because that's so something she would do. If she did catch you and your pissed, I'll totally help you plot revenge. You already know I'm down for that. I still haven't..."

"Tess!" I shouted, effectively stopping her out of control rambling. "No one caught Nate and I doing anything. Things just turned out like I didn't expect them to, that's all. Now if you don't mind, I really don't want to talk about it. I just want to change before rehearsal later. And speaking of changing, don't you have some like fabulous outfit or whatever to put on?"

Her perfectly plucked brows furrowed together briefly and her ocean eyes shown with circumspection as they narrowed at me. It was easy to see the wheels turning in her head as she was trying to figure out what happened between me and Nate, but with a quick glance at the clock on the far wall of the cabin, she realized she didn't have time to badger me.

Flipping her luscious cornflower hair over her shoulder, she remarked, "Saved by the clock, Turner. But don't think I'm not going to find out what happened between you and Nate. You'll tell me eventually. Or someone else. I mean you look like someone kicked your puppy. And I so won't be the only person today who notices that, you know."

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Nate's POV

Looking out the back window of the cabin I shared with Shane, all I could think about was how I could make things right with Dana. There had to be something I could do. Sighing, I turned away from the tranquil view I had of the lake and shut my eyes tightly. Behind my eyelids, I could see her expressive chocolate eyes welling up with the faintest of tears, her peach lips trembling and then she shook her head sadly before finally walking away and leaving me standing stupidly at the bench instead of going after her.

Groaning in frustration, I opened my eyes and with the back of my foot, I kicked the wall of the cabin. Shaking my head, I roughly raked my fingers through my curls and as my appendages repeated a motion they had done probably (by now) at least a million times, my mind drifted back to the night before when Dana and I had kissed on the other side of the lake.

As I remembered the way the mintiness of her breath tickled my lips and how good it felt to have her slender fingers sinking into the thickness of my hair, I could feel my stomach twist up in knots and my heart pound rapidly. With the way things turned out on the bench, there was a chance I'd never get to feel her breath tickle my lips or have her finger sinking into my hair again and that was the last thing I wanted.

Turning back to the window, I put my elbows on the sill and clasped my hands together as I sighed pensively. I needed the wheels in my head to start turning and fast. I knew I couldn't make it through the rest of the summer without seeing her again. Logically, it was probably too soon for such sweeping declarations but I knew it was true.

Shane had come to camp to get to know Mitchie and Jason and I were just supposed to be along for the ride until the night of the bonfire at Camp Star when I met her. And now? Now, I couldn't just give up and let the image of her walking away from me be the last time I ever saw her. I just couldn't.

Letting out another pensive sigh, the sound of sneakers sliding against the wood floor of the cabin didn't alert me like it normally would. I didn't even notice Shane had come to stand beside me until he said, "I take back what I said about girlfriends."

It was hard not to let his comment hit me like a punch in the gut. Obviously things were working out for him and Mitchie. Too bad I couldn't say the same for myself and Dana.

I knew I probably should have asked how things turned around so quickly since I knew that's what he wanted me to do. His overly chipper tone (ugh) told me so. But instead, I decided to go with the old cliché that misery loves company. His good mood was ruining my brooding, anyway.

"It's all good because at this rate, I'll never have one." I remarked, hoping he would take the hint and go elsewhere. Though I doubted that was actually going to happen.

"What do you mean?" He asked, brows furrowing together.

If I told him I didn't want to talk about it or I wanted to be left alone, he would just pester me until I finally gave in so instead I saved both of us the trouble and just told him what was going on. I was sure my patience would thank me later.

"Well, there's this girl..." I started and as usual, he interrupted as he scoffed slightly. "Yeah, I kind of figured. We talked about this after Brown had you in his office the other day. She's the Camp Star girl – you know whose bracelet hit you in the eye."

Rolling my eyes, I didn't acknowledge his recap of the events that lead me to meeting Dana, I just continued my previous thought as if he hadn't interrupted me. "I really like her, but I'm having a hard time telling her how I feel."

I didn't know when Jason had walked into the cabin, but suddenly he was leaning over the window sill and with his dark eyes sparkling told me simply, "You're a rockstar, dude, use it."

Shaking my head sharply, I countered his argument by saying, "I don't think she cares."

I paused for a moment as I thought back to what Dana had said while we were standing by the bench – How do I really know if I don't know anything about you?

Sighing heavily, I remarked caustically (probably because of how stupid I had been), "She just wants to know all of this stupid, random stuff about me."

"It's not random stuff." Shane replied with a knowing air. "She just wants to know you care enough to let her know who you are."

There were a lot of things I didn't like; the way Shane only ate yogurt with fruit at the bottom, how Jason left his shoes in the middle of the floor on the bus, sharing my guitars with either one of them, the Boston Red Sox, not having at least one full case of Diet Coke on the bus refrigerator, my phone not being charged, but you know what I really didn't like? When my brothers – either one, really – made sense. Like Shane was doing right now.

Which is why the tone of my voice was harsher than it probably should have been, when I said, "Well, I care. I just don't know how to say it."

"Well, if you can't say it, you can sing it." Jason reminded me and it was hard not to glare at him.

Did I mention I really didn't like it when they made sense?

But I had to admit, not that I would out loud (if I did, I'd never hear the end of it from either of them), they both made excellent points. Slowly, I could feel the wheels in my head beginning to turn and my lips curved upward ever so slightly as the proverbial light bulb went off. I knew exactly how I was going to make things right with Dana.

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Dana's POV

Rehearsals always left me on edge, but during this rehearsal I was edgy for a completely different reason.

Tess had been right when she said she wasn't the only person who would notice that I looked like someone whose puppy had been kicked.

As soon as I walked out to the amphitheater, the dancers, singers and other performers had all commented on how I seemed down and were constantly asking me if I was okay. If another person asked me, I was sure I would lose it completely and have a melt down that would let them all know that I was in fact, Axel Turner's daughter.

Going over the sheet music, I had placed in front of me, I put my hands down over the paper as if I was playing the notes on my piano. My fingers mimicked the movements perfectly and I bobbed my head along with the melody that was playing inside it as I hummed the song we were practicing, "Tear It Down."

I was so lost in my head, that not even the sound of Tess and Luke's constant bickering, really registered with me. Well, at least it didn't until I heard my Dad's aggravated voice ring out loudly, "Enough! We'll run it again in three minutes and this time, remember, it's not amateur hour!"

I uncrossed my legs and straddled the portion of the bleachers I was occupying as I began to gather my sheet music so I could meet everyone on stage. I shook my head as I watched Tess and Luke follow my Dad and his assistant while continuing to bicker. Just as I had my music straightened out and in my hands, my ears were suddenly filled with the sound of a voice I never expected to hear again. "Hi, Dana."

I let out what was a mixture between a soft scream and a gasp and jumped a little. Turning around, I found myself staring into the soft, pretty brown eyes of Nate Grey. All I could do was stare as his lips quirked briefly while he teased me slightly, "It kinda makes you jump, doesn't it?"

The hurt and confusion I had experienced from earlier was gone and in its place was a mixture of anger and indignation. I couldn't believe, after everything that happened (or more accurately speaking didn't happen), that he would show up here out of the blue and think I'd want to see him. But even though, I was mad, him being near me still had my heart skipping beats and my stomach filling up with butterflies.

Mad at my body's betrayal, I made sure he knew I wasn't fond of him being here. Glaring at him, I hissed, "You shouldn't be here."

"I know," He agreed as he moved to sit on the right side of my body while adjusting the guitar in his arms. "But I couldn't wait."

I knew I should just walk away and leave him sitting there, but I couldn't bring myself to. Not even with as disappointed as I had been about the way things turned out when I went to see him at Camp Rock. There was something – I wasn't sure what, exactly – but there was something in the depths of those pretty, soft brown eyes of his that told me, I should at least give him a chance to say whatever he had to say.

Of course that didn't mean I had to make things easy for him. I sighed exasperatedly and asked in a tone of voice that still sounded irked, "Wait for what?"

Reaching into the pocket of his plaid shirt, he pulled out a folded up piece of paper and said, "It's a list of things that nobody knows about me," as he handed it to me.

Curiously, I unfolded the paper and in (of course) perfect handwriting was a long list of things that I briefly scanned over just as my Dad's assistant's voice came through his bull horn, "Two minutes!" Quickly, I folded the paper back up and told him in a rush, "I really gotta go. I'm sorry," as I stood up and pushed the list back into the pocket of his shirt.

He stood up along with me and told me, "We still have two minutes."

Blaming the look in his eyes would be too easy. Just like blaming his perfect clean, soapy smell would.

But as I bit my lip, I knew I wasn't really going anywhere even though I told him I had to and I was sorry. How could I? Sure, I was disappointed about how things turned out at Camp Rock and I was still a little hurt and confused, maybe even mad, but I didn't want him to leave. He had something he wanted to say and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity I had at hearing it.

"Okay," I murmured feigning indifference as we both sat back down on the bleacher.

Without a word, he started strumming his guitar and my back couldn't help but go stiff.

There was always a chance he could be serenading me with some Connect Three song that I had heard on the radio at least a million times by now. But instead of playing the opening of a song I recognized like - "Love Bug" or "Fall" or "Rose Garden" - the melody he was strumming wasn't one I could place, which made me feel a little bit better about his impromptu serenade.

As he began to sing...I'm good at wasting time...I think lyrics need to rhyme...I could see him trying to gauge my reaction and I tried hard to keep my expression neutral. It was even harder when the next words to his song fell beautifully in the raspy tone of his singing voice, from his heart-shaped lips...And you're not asking...But I'm trying to grow a mustache...

Laughter bubbled up inside of me, but I held it back and I could only hope he wasn't serious about growing a mustache. Though, I sincerely doubted facial hair – even potentially weird facial hair – could make the boy in front of me look bad.

And I, I really like it...When the moon looks like a toenail...And I love it when you say my name...

I laughed briefly at his preferred description of the moon and a little gasp escaped when he told me he loved it when I said his name. My heart was beating just a little bit faster and the butterflies inside my stomach were really fluttering while I could feel a tingle race up the back of my spine.

He continued singing and that's when both of us heard my Dad's assistant yell out, "Places everybody! Come on!"

I really didn't want to leave, but I knew I couldn't be late. Not when we were rehearsing for the Camp Rock vs. Camp Star challenge thing. I gave him my best apologetic look and shook my head as I stood up to leave. He stood up with me, indicating that he would follow me, and as he sang...If we're close gonna let you see...Everything...But remember that you asked for it...I gave him a little smirk and sat back down, feeling a little foolish for even considering the possibility of leaving.

We did have two minutes, after all.

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Nate's POV

Nerves weren't something I had ever dealt with. I came from a family of performers, after all.

But this wasn't a group of a hundred plus cheering campers, or thousands of screaming girls, this was Dana and that was something else entirely.

I was nervous standing in front of her and singing this song, I had written on a whim, but the nerves were slowly dissipating as I gauged her reaction to the words. I could tell when I first started strumming (her back had gone stiff) that she wasn't sure if I was going to break out into one of Connect Three's love songs or a cover of another band's song, but when she heard the first lines of the song, I could see her fighting back a smile, and I was instantly flooded with relief.

I heard her laugh a little and I could feel my lips break into one of my rare smiles and when she smiled back as her eyes sparkled like they had before, my stomach fluttered ever so slightly.

For your perusing...At times confusing...Slightly amusing...Introducing me...I sang and I stopped strumming for a moment to hold out my arms and just as I was about to start again, the guy with the bull horn was barking out orders to the Camp Star campers again.

His voice was slightly muffled, but what he said didn't matter, I wasn't going anywhere until Dana heard the rest of my song and we got this thing between us sorted out. I could see her eyes go wide and panic spread across her beautiful features as she rushed to stand up, giving me another apologetic look as she started walking away.

I knew she was surprised by the fact that I followed her and continued singing, but this time I wasn't letting her walk away like I had earlier. She wanted to know that I cared enough about her to let her know all this stuff about me, and I planned on showing her I did.

I managed to maneuver myself in front of her, which slowed the fast pace of her scurry down to a stroll and as the list of things she didn't know about me grew, so did her smile and mine.

I felt that familiar warmth blooming deep in the pit of my stomach as soft giggles fell from the peach of her lips while I continued singing and strumming and I reveled in the feeling because it wasn't that long ago that I thought I'd never have the chance to experience it again.

And I, I've never been into cars...I like really cool guitars and super heroes...And checks with lots of zeroes on them...I love the sound of violins and making someone smile...

The fluttering of my stomach only grew worse as she tilted her head to the side in that cute, curious way as I told her about liking checks with lots of zeroes and I could feel myself grow warmer while she peered up at me through hooded eyes when I mentioned loving to make "someone" smile. I hoped she could tell when I said someone, I meant her.

She sat back down and I wished she had stayed standing up because it was easier to smell the fresh scent of her perfume that way, but I came to the conclusion as I stared down at her (since I was still standing) that it didn't really matter. The way her chocolate hair shimmered and how the matching shade of her expressive eyes sparkled brightly along the with her milky cheeks flushing prettily, all made up for not being able to smell her scent so easily.

However, the need to be close to her was so overwhelming that I could no longer stand and had to sit next to her as I continued singing...Well, you probably know more than you ever wanted to...So be careful when you ask next time...

Her expressive features were soft and reminded me of how they looked when we kissed the last time I had snuck over. My heart was pounding against my ribcage and I leaned in just a little to catch that elusive freshness of her perfume and I pulled back just as we both heard the sound of her Dad calling out her name, "Dana!," which made her get up again.

And just like last time, I followed her and kept singing. Her hair fell down her back in time with the swaying of her hips (something I couldn't help but notice) as we walked side by side down the hill and I made sure to speed up my strumming and singing to maximize what time we had left.

I'm trying to do my best, to impress...But it's easier to let you...Take a guess at the rest...But you wanna hear what lives in my brain, my heart...Well, you asked for it...

As the song came to an end, her head bobbed along with the melody...Do-do-do-do-do-do...Do-do-do-do-do-do...Introducing me...and she looked good enough to kiss right then and there.

But I didn't have time to figure out just how to accomplish kissing her because just over her head, I could see her Dad's imposing figure standing behind her and I swallowed thickly.

"Dana," He sighed as he shook his head while she turned over her shoulder to look at him. "Everyone is waiting for you."

"Sorry," I spoke up, not wanting her to get in trouble – or too much trouble. "It's my fault."

"Why don't you save the theatrics for the competition?" Axel spat through gritted teeth, which made a little bit of anger flare inside of me, but Dana graciously leapt in as she stressed, "It's okay," before turning back to face me.

Her features were once again apologetic and I could feel the mintiness of her breath tickling my skin as she murmured, "Go," and instantly, heat flooded my body as I felt her slender fingers brush over the part of my chest where my heart was when she reached into the pocket of my shirt for the list I made. Her expressive eyes sparkled with a gleam I didn't recognize while she let her fingers linger over my now rapidly (which I'm sure she could feel) beating heart before finally pulling out the folded up piece of paper.

Before she turned away, she brought the tips of her fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss.

Vaguely, I heard Axel tell her they would talk later or something to that effect, but I was too busy following the entrancing swaying of her hips as she walked to know what he actually said. I stayed rooted in my spot, watching her walk until she disappeared behind the trees and hedges that lead to the backstage area of the amphitheater, and I could feel my chest swell with pride.

Though, verbal confirmation that we were back on track would have been nice, the kiss she blew me and having her smile at me, was enough to know that things were back to the way they had been before I nearly messed everything up.

I knew it was lame, but I couldn't help pumping my fist in victory before I took off so I could go back across the lake to Camp Rock.

End Note: I thought about ending this with Dana's POV but I kind of like leaving it where the movie left it – you know – Nate being all cute and doing his little fist pump before running off. However, if you want to know what the ending scene would be like with Dana's POV, just let me know and I'll pm you the scene.

Up next, Nate and Dana are going to sneak off before the competition and then they join their respective camps for Camp Wars.

Thanks again for reading and reviewing. I appreciate it.