[a/n] hey guys, i'm writing, this isn't some lame authors note only. i just want to say something. i'm like crying right now. i'm okay , everything is fine, but i'm watching the haiti relief show and it's just crazy. i'm sure you've all heard of it, the earth quake that's taken about 500,000 lives. they're showing how their is a fifteen year old girl whose been buried alive. she's saved but the things she went to. they said that she heard people dying under where she was buried. she's fifteen, i'm fourteen and it's crazy to think that something like that happened to SO many people my age, even younger. i'm crying just thinking about it. what you can do to help is call 1-877-99-HAITI or log onto . you can also text "GIVE" to 50555 . this will take $10 dollars from your phone bill and give it to Haiti. This is for U.S only, so if you're out of the country you can log on or call the number above. please call! and, this is going to sound bad, after i said all of this stuff, but robert pattison looks so ugly with a beard, js.

kso. i wrote that friday, but that does NOT mean you should ignore it , really. i'm probably gonna ilke…have another author note at the end of it. it'll be important. so , read it . 3

I spent the two days I was supposed to spend with Nate crying in my room. No one knew why. Shane knew, Lily knew, but no one I wanted to talk to knew. I knew if i had a mother, she would understand. But, I don't. This is something I'd tell my mom about, occasionally i'll ask my dad about things like this, but I couldn't. He couldn't know I started with someone, especially Nate.

See, my dad never liked him. He hated him, actually. Along time back, or six months, their was that rumor about Hannah and Nate dating. I've mentioned it before. Nothing new. When he was asked if he was tapping that, that being me, he responded with a "I usually like to keep my personal life personal, but, ay!"

My dad was furious. More than furious, he was pissed. My dad always got mad when a rumor started about Hannah, and when Nate said we were having sex it set him off. He was on the phone with Nate's manager, his father, as soon as he heard the press release. I found it funny. Mr. Grey didn't know about that statement until my daddy started yelling saying how his son needs to cut the shit and stay away from me. I love my dad, and all the things he's done for me. I just wish he never would have sent me to camp in the first place.

Mitchie walked into my cabin, we haven't spoken since before the incident.

"Miley…" she said slowly, sitting on the bed I was curled into. "Why did Hannah sing your song?"

I didn't answer her. I couldn't. I didn't want to lie to her, but she couldn't know who I really am. I wish I could just go back and never sing the song, if I didn't sing that song, Nate wouldn't think i'm lying to him, which is crazy because i'm not!

"I can't believe you Miley!"

I know this shouldn't seem like a big deal, them thinking I wrote a song but then Hannah Montana sang it, but it was. They thought I stole it. An artist using another artists' song without permission is like stealing money from a homeless person.

Worse, because if the "artist" who didn't really write the song took the song as their own, published it, and never gave rights to the real artist, it WOULD be stealing money. Money that didn't belong.

Camp Rock had rules about this, stealing peoples music, i'm just glad Nate didn't say anything. He hasn't.

He hasn't talked to anyone about it, at all.

Shane said if I ever came up in topic, Nate would ignore it or yell at Shane asking why he'd stick up for me. It's because Shane understands me. Shane was the only one I could talk to. He was coming over later for me to talk too, I never noticed it, but he was a lot like me.

We have already talked about a lot, mostly my Hannah secret, but he let me in on a lot himself. He's a womanizer, he knows it, but he doesn't like it. It's not like he's gay and trying to hide it, it's because he's been heart broken before, and thinks if he sleeps around, one day, everything will be better some how.

I heard a knock on the door. "Come in!" I yelled, knowing it was Shane.

He sat down on the bottom of my bed, looking at me. "How are you today?"

"Miserable. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Do what?" he asked me, tilting his head to the left. "What don't you want to do?"

I hit my hands down on the mattress, shrugging. "Staying in bed crying, having a roommate who won't talk about anything other than what happened the other night, having everyone hate me who is here."

Shane shook his head, putting his hand on my shoulder, "Not everyone hates you."

"Mitchie told everyone how I stole Hannah's song," I told him, "They all hate me."

Shane sighed, looking side to side. "Let's get out of here."

"What?" I asked, laughing."And do what?"

"Everyone hates me here, too…at least they'd hate me if they knew who I really am." Shane explained, "Let's go some where people won't hate us, or at least wont try to hate us."

"You're Shane Grey, you'll get noticed."

Shane shook his head getting up. "Just get dressed, i'll be waiting outside."

I did what he said. I threw on a pair of green army shorts, a salmon tank top and a my flip-flops.

I stood next to Shane and he put his arm around me. We walked out of the camp and go into his four by four.

"Where we going?" I asked, turning the radio down.

He just shrugged, "I don't know, the beach?"

"Cool…" I sighed.

Once we got their, no one was their. Just us two. A place to talk, nothing else. No one to bother us, no one to hate us, no one to take pictures and ask who I am. Just us.

"Why are you at camp?"

He asked me as we walked down on the sand.

"It's along story…" I sat down, he sat next to me. "I just got in trouble, my dad sent me here and canceled tour."

Shane rolled his eyes. He knew it was bull. "What really happened? How'd you get in trouble?"

"You know the girl you hooked up with? Lola…or Lilly?" I asked and he nodded. "Me, her, and our friend Oliver went to a party. I had a couple to many drinks, and passed out. I woke up…"

"Miley," Joe sighed, laying back on the sand. "You can trust me, anything you tell me won't be repeated. It'll be okay."

"…I woke up next to this boy I didn't know. I was hangover, but I thought I remembered everything from the night before. I didn't. I found out he…" I started choking on my own words. I've never opened up to anyone like this before, and I didn't know how to tell him either.

"You…you were raped." Shane said slowly and quietly.

I nodded, I nodded slower than his words came out. "I was raped."

"Why'd you get sent here for being…that?" He asked. He obviously didn't want to say "rape" or "raped" which I respected.

I started to cry silently. I wasn't wailing, tears were just falling, no sniffles. "My dad doesn't know, he just saw a picture of me with a guy half naked,"

"Why didn't you tell him?"

I started to cry heavier. "Shane…" I cried, leaning my head on his chest. "I don't know, I didn't know what to do, or what to say…I just kept it to myself. I was too ashamed!"

He put his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. He didn't mind that I was getting his shirt wet with tears.

"I was so scared, Shane. I didn't know what would happen. I didn't know if I got pregnant, I didn't know if he used protection, I didn't know if I got a STD, I didn't know anything. I still don't get it. Why would anyone do that?"

"People are stupid, they don't think before they do stuff. Well, that, or they're sick people who don't care what they do."

I shook my head. "I still remember it, the taste of th e beer, the smell of a person on top of me, the touch of their rough hands touching my body. I'm still so scared."

Shane didn't know what to do, which made me feel terrible. I just threw all of this presure on him, and now he doesn't know what to say. I probably scared him and after this he'll never talk to me again and he'll have to go to councling because I told him so much and he has to keep it to himself.

"Don't worry," Shane said softly. His voice was so comforting, it made me stop crying for a mid second. "I'm here. I don't care about anything that'll go on between you and my brother or you and everyone else. I'll be here."

"But...what about when camp's over?" I asked.

"You have my number, just give me a call and I'll make the next flight out to wherever you live."

"Malibu." I said, "I live in Malibu. But, I might be moving to L.A soon..."

"Malibu and L.A are the easiest places to get too nowadays. Even if you just need to talk, I'll get on the next plane and help you."

I hugged him, burrying my face deep in his chest. He was a good person, an amazing person.

"I'm cold..." I said slowly.

"Well, you have two options. One, we go back to camp and you stay in your bunk all day keeping nice and warm. Two, I have a few sweatshirts in the back seat of my truck, I'll get you one."

I didn't want to go back to camp, I know that for a fact. Shane did too, just with the look I gave him, he knew what I wanted to do.

"I'll be right back," he promised as he walked back to the truck.

The beach was beautiful, amazing, perfect in every way. I loved the smell of the sea salt, the way sand feels if you mesh it between your toes and fingers. It's amazing. I wanted to stay here forever.

Shane came back with two blankets, a sweat shirt and some coffee.

"Planned?" I asked, laughing.

He shrugged, "I knew I needed to get you out of your cabin, I knew this would be a good place to go, I came here a lot last year."

"With other girls?" I asked.

"You're the first girl I've ever taken here."

I smiled slightly, figuring it was a complement and sat on the blanket.

"What kindof coffee?"

"Regualr." He told me, "No sugar or cream or milk, you don't mind, right?"

"Not at all, sounds perfect!"

I felt something cold hit my feet and I sat straight up.

"Shit!" I yelled.

"What, what?!" Shane asked as he sat up, too.

We both looked around, it was dark out, high tide was coming in high, and it was freezing cold.

"SHIT!" he repeated. "Miley," he said fourcfully looking at his phone, which was almos dying and had absolutley no service, "It's almost one!"

"In the morning?!"

"No, it's just this dark and cold in the middle of the summer."

I got up, running to his car. He followed, screaming things like how he'd be in trouble.

"I have three missed calls from camp, two from Nate, six from Mitchie, and one from Jason!"

"Ugh! Are we in trouble?!" I asked, sitting in his truck.

Shane shook his head, "Oh, nahh!" He said slowly, putting the keys in the egnition. Turned once, turned twice, turned three times. He started to look paniced.

"Shane, whats wrong?!" I asked, hitting his arm.

"Miley, nothing, it's fine!"

He kept turning the keys over and over, hearing a vroom, but no vroom-vrum.

"IT WONT START!" I yelled, jumping up and down.

"Just wait!"

"SHANE, make it start! Please, please, please make it start!"

Shane shook his head. "It won't, it won't start!"

I heard his phone vibrate, meaning it's going to die soon.

"Tell someone to come get us right now!" I demanded.

He listened and texted someone quickly. I didn't know who, I didn't care who. I just heard the "sent" noise, about thirty seconds later it died. I'm thanking God that he was a fast texter.

"Miley, I'm so sorry about this...I don't even know what happened with the engine."

I shook my head, not saying anything, just falling asleep on his arm.

Flashing lights woke me up. A bright light on the lid of my eyes. The car clock said it was three thirty. We've been out since noon.

"Miles, come on," Shane said, lifting my head off his shoulder. "You'll go with him, I'm staying here for a tow-truck."

I squinted my eyes to see who the him was, and obviously it would be Nate. I started shaking my head, "Shane, no, I can't go with him."

Shane nodded back at my head shaking, "No, you have to go with him."

"Why?" I complained, "He's just gonna ignore me and yell and I don't want too!"

"He'll just ignore you, he won't yell, besides I think someones with him."

I looked to the passenger seat of his car, it was a sillouet of a girl. Probably Mitchie, but maybe not, her hair was too big.

"Fine!" I sighed.

I got out of the car, carying the blanket and still wearing Shane's over sized "Yankees" sweatshirt. I felt like I was going into a movie scene from Mean Girls, I was Cady Harron, and for some reason, Nate was Regina George.

Get in, loser, we're going shopping was all that I could think of in my head for a reason. Even though i knew he wasn't going to say that, I knew it would be uncomfortable for me.

I got into the back seat of the car, Nate was talking to Shane and I kindof ignored the girl.

"Miley Stewart!?" she asked, with a high pitched voice. A voice I could always remember. Her dimples were huge, almost bigger than her eyes and hair.

"Mikayla." I said shortley, praying it wasn't her, even though I knew it was.

"I can't believe it's you! You're at Camp Rock now?!"

I nodded slowly, "Yup...what are you doing here?"

"Nate called," she said shrugging, "Said something was wrong and wanted to talk." She giggled.

"I bet you didn't do much talking." I said under my breath, but I knew she'd hear it.

She simply said "Shh, don't let anyone find out."

I offically feel like a peice of shit. She and Nate were hooking up while I was crying on Shane's shoulder. For all I know Nate didn't even like me and was only trying to have sex, even though everyone told me he isn't. I hate this, I hate this so much.

Nate got into the car, looking back at me. I was laying down, buckled up of course, but I was laying down.

"Miley," he said, "You know Mikayla, right? You were connected threw, what's his name again? Oh, Jake Ryan?"

Mikayla nodded her head. "Yes! I remember the day she came to set to see me and Jake, it was pretty fun! Then Hannah Montana and her weird friend Lang locked me out of my own movie."

"Lola." I told her, "Her name is Lola."

Nate laughed, "So, not only do you know Hannah's unpublished songs, you also know her bestfriends name?"

"That's real cute, Nate, real cute." I said dryly. "Not only do you get mad at me, but you call your ex girlfriend who cheated on you to come and make it all better?"

Nate rolled his eyes, blasting music and rolling down the windows as we drove off. Shit.

"Nate," I said over the music, "I'm trying to sleep!"

Nate shrugged, "So?" he asked, lowering the music. "Maybe if you and Shane weren't together all night, alone, on the beach, the car would have worked and you could be sleeping in your bed."

Mikayla could feel the tension, she felt awkward, very awkward, and took out her cell phone to make it seem she wasn't their. I couldn't blame her, I do the same things in these situations. When two people are fighting, must be a girl thing.

"What do you think we did?!" I asked, sitting up, "You think we hooked up like you and Mikayla did all night?"

"I...Mi...Yeah, yeah I do think you two hooked up all night."

"Well, we didn't. I spent most of it crying on his shoulder and sleeping. Glad you know? Okay, good. Now don't talk to me unless you have something charming or intellegent to say to me, which I doubt you do."

[a/n] AHHHHHHHHHHHHH LOVE THIS STORY! i've been writing it for about a week...it's eight pages long, well nine if you count how the authors not is going to be the ninth. SO, I know I said I was watching the Haiti thing when I wrote this, but that was only about the first page that I was watching and writing at the same time. I think I'm going to write all week and post on Fridays or Saturdays. Friday nights or Saturday afternoons. This is the longest post I have EVER writen, so be happy (:

I'm not going to update unless I get 50 REVIEWS!!! I'm at like, 45, so I don't think 5 more is a BFD.

DON'T BE A SILENT READER. DO NOT BE A SILENT READER. I swear, I hate that SO much, it takes like, two seconds to review and honestly, it makes me feel happy and stuff, it lets me know people read. And, don't tell me that you can track your raitings, because I know I can. But, the raitings don't tell me if you like it our not. ONLY YOU CAN.

If you like something, tell me what do you like, if you don't like something tell me. I'll change it, maybe change the plot around a little. I don't know if I want to turn this into a "Miley goes on tour with Connect Three" kindof thing, that's what my "Miley Montana" story is for. Which, I think I'm going to keep writing.

PLEASE go on my tumblr. It's the same as my pen name, "thatkidtaryn" go here:

. if the link isn't working just put "thatkidtaryn." infront of "tumblr" when you go on.

So, what do you think of Mikayla showing up? Maybe she'll have a bigger part than what I have her here for now. Or, maybe she'll just come and go?

I know this story is a little mature, the whole rape concept and stuff. If it offends you, I'm sorry. I don't know what it's really like, I've just got an idea of what it's like, how scary it could be, and how someone could feel after. Besides, I watch Degrassi, I get alot of research from that.

I also know my author notes are long, sorry, I have alot to say, and I know not alot of people go on tumblr, so maybe if people go on tumblr i won't have to write these long ass author notes ;)

Okay, I'm off. i'm gonna write more, who knows how long the next one will take ? (: I think I'll be writing all day, my wifi only works in certain parts of my house and my bedroom is no longer one of them :| Since i like my room, i'll be in here all day, writing.

kay, love you! 3 Taryn.