A/N: wow, its been a while... but now i'm back and with a new chapter! Once again, thanks a lot to LaPaige, my amazing Beta Reader! :)

"Do you remember?"

(One year, three months and a day ago)

"Would you like to be my girlfriend, Mitchie?" Shane asked the question, looking down and digging a small hole in the sand with his foot. It was the end of Final Jam and also the end of her second summer at Camp Rock, and after the great friendship they had held during the year he felt like it was the right thing to do. He liked her and she liked him back, he was sure of it when she nodded happily to answer his question.

"What took you so long?" she asked him, throwing her arms over his shoulders happily.

"I'm sorry" he responded, embracing her back firmly as the smell of her perfume filled his nose, making his smile growing bigger.

There was a moment when they would just hold onto each other, afraid of pulling apart; they felt it was right, after all the time they had been together. All they wanted was to be together a little more and possibly a little closer too. Mitchie bit her lip, thinking. She felt it was the time to do it, her time to finally let it out.

"Shane… I love you" she whispered in his ear.

Shane's mind whirled when he heard Mitchie's words; suddenly he felt panic rising up his body, if she had told him she loved him, she must obviously be expecting an "I love you" back.

He let go off her, with a shocked look on his face and the second later, he realized he had made a huge mistake as Mitchie's eyes filled with tears. "No, please, don't cry! I'm an idiot… I swear, I love you back, it's just…"

"It's ok, Shane, you don't have to explain anything to me" she interrupted him as a silent tear crawled down her cheek "actually, it was my fault, I just thought you…"

"I do love you!" he tried to fix it "I swear I do…"

Mitchie covered his mouth with her hand to stop him from talking "if you did then it wouldn't have been so hard for you to say it; it's ok, Shane, I shouldn't have said it, you just asked me if I wanted to be your girlfriend."

She took her hand off his mouth slowly, with sadness. She really had thought that Shane would have a completely different reaction, instead of panicking she expected a passionate reply of "I love you too, Mitchie".

But she guessed it had only been her who had cherished all those nice moments they had had together.

Shane saw another tear coming down her face and came closer to wipe it off with his hand "I'm sorry, Mitchie; you're right… I cannot tell you that I love you right now" he explained to her, shortening the distance as he walked slowly towards her "but I might say it, in time… if you'd like to stick around and wait for a while…"

He leaned his head down to hers and gave her a small, soft kiss.

"It's a start." she let out a bitter smile and shrugged her shoulders when Shane pulled apart.

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(Present Time)

"You see the blonde girl?" Jason asked Nate "she was fine, I swear she was checking me out…"

"Nobody was checking you out, Jason" Nate mocked him with a laugh.

"Of course, she was!"

"She was paparazzi, Jason! She WAS checking you out, but not in that way." Nate patted his friend in the back and followed him in to the tour bus.

Jason pouted, disappointed, and took his shirt off. "Whatever; I'll go take a bath and get ready for the show tonight."

He was in his way to the bathroom, when he heard Shane's grim voice speaking "I need your help guys."

Nate and Jason turned to look towards Shane's figure, thrown in the darkness of his bunk. "What happened man? We thought you were sleeping."

Shane stood up from his bunk, revealing to his friends his bloodshot eyes and his messed up hair.

"You look like shit, Shane, what happened?" Nate asked him, walking closer to him

"I want her back," he mumbled. "I need her back; you gotta help me!"

"Shane you're freaking me out" Jason said and took him by the arm, to make him sit back in his bunk "just calm down, dude, and for Christ's sake, explain us what the hell is going on."

"Yeah, man, because for the first time ever I am as clueless as Jason." Nate sat in the bunk in front of Shane and, if things had been normal, he would have laughed at the look Jason sent him.

"Mitchie said she doesn't want to see me again" he explained to his band mates after taking a few deep breaths and cleaning the tears off his eyes "and I know it's my fault; I've been a dick to her all this time, but the thing is… I wanted to get back to her all along."

"Why didn't you just say it?" Nate asked his friend, confused.

"She broke up with me" he responded "it would've been stupid of me to try to get her back; if she had made the choice which meant she didn't want me anymore…"

"But pissing her off wasn't exactly a good way to get her to like you again, Shane." Jason stated.

"You think I don't know that?" Shane looked at Jason angrily, which made his friend jump back a little bit. "Of course it wasn't a good way to make her like me again! Didn't you hear? She just said she doesn't want to see me again!"

"You don't have to shout at Jason" Nate tried to calm his friend down, a little shocked at the outburst. "He's right; you pushed Mitchie away all this time, don't take it out on him"

Shane sank his head in his hands desperately "sorry, Jason."

"It's ok, dude" Jason patted him in the back "I know you're going through something… so, you said you wanted us to help you?"

"Help him, how?" Nate intervened "don't you realize Shane blew away Mitchie and she doesn't want to see him again, ever? Honestly, Jason, I've always known you to be a bit slower than the average human, but…"

"Mitchie didn't really mean it" he corrected Nate "the Shane she wished to never see again is the one that acts like a jerk to her"

Nate and Shane exchanged looks, impressed by Jason's unexpected words of wisdom.

"What? I've been talking to Mitchie lately" he explained his band mates, shrugging his shoulders.

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The tears in Mitchie's eyes escaped, running down her cheeks in what seemed to be an endless cascade. She could've been crying for hours now as her eyes were all red and swollen but she really hadn't been counting, all she knew was that the tour bus she was riding in was moving already, towards the next city she and Connect 3 would be playing for the tour.

She had turned on her portable DVD with the volume in the highest to disguise underneath it the sound of her sobs. Too bad "My Best Friend's Wedding" was already over and the final credits were rolling down, along with a very corny song that really didn't help her lighten up.

The sound of the telephone ringing pierced her ears and she rolled in her bed around, to check who was calling; her mother.

"Not now, please" she whispered, turning her phone off and dropping it down on her bed again.

The tour bus stopped suddenly and she sat in her bed in a halt; she knew she had been crying for a while, but they couldn't have already reached the next city.

She jumped off when someone hit her door. She was scared - something might have gone wrong; maybe they had been pulled off by cops… maybe they were being robbed!

"Mitchie!"

She eased her worries when she heard Jason's voice between the hitting. She tried to fix her hair real fast and cleaned off the tears of her face before running on to open the door for Jason.

"Hey!" he greeted her cheerfully "Why aren't you answering the phone?"

"Oh!" she allowed Jason inside and looked over her shoulder towards her bed, where her phone lay, switched off. "I couldn't… I was watching a movie…"

The bus started the engine again when Jason closed the door behind him. He quickly spotted the DVD player on the table and took the box beside it "My Best Friend's Wedding? That explains the tears…"

Mitchie blushed as he passed a gentle finger along her cheek "well… uhm…"

"It's ok" Jason assured her, sitting down on the table and motioning for her to sit down too "If it helps in any way, you're not the only who's been crying…"

She rolled her eyes, dropping herself on to the chair in front of him "you're not here to talk to me about Shane, right? Because if you are, I'm gonna have to kick you out and I'm not waiting for the bus to stop."

"You wouldn't do that, Mitchie; you could go to jail" he teased and she couldn't help to smile slightly: Jason really knew how to talk to girls… if only Shane had been a little more like him. "So, he finally came to his senses and admitted how much he misses you" he continued, guessing that Mitchie's brief smile allowed him to talk about Shane.

Her smile faded and he guessed she wasn't very pleased to hear from him, but she didn't really say anything; just looked down on her hands and breathed deeply.

"Well, at least you haven't dropped me off the bus" Jason tried to make her smile again, but after he noticed it hadn't worked he decided he might as well go on about Shane "when Nate and I came back to the tour bus he was crying and shouting out that you never wanted to see him again… well, maybe he wasn't shouting, but he was pretty upset."

"I don't see why it should bother me" Mitchie tried to fake being uninterested in Jason's words "he made his bed and now he has to lay in it."

He knew that this was the time for him to give up, so he changed the conversation theme "now, what do you say we watch something happier? I know you still have "Dumb and Dumber" hidden somewhere" he proposed with a smile and stood up to look for the movie. He felt a little hopeful though - had seen through Mitchie and her fake disinterest, which meant that there was still a chance for Shane.

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