Hey there! I got to find inspiration for this chapter with this song here.

Anyway...Enjoy!

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Memories are supposed to fade
What's wrong with my heart
Shake it off, let it go
Didn't think it'd be this hard
Shoul be strong, moving on
But I see you
Sometimes I try to hide
What I feel inside

And I turn around,
You're with him now
I just can't figure it out

Tell me why you're so hard to forget
Don't remind me I'm not over it
Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth
I'm just a little too not over you

A little too not over you – David Archuleta

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Having your mother around at a place where you will most likely get in trouble can be sometimes good…

And sometimes…it can be really, really annoying.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother…but she can be a real pain in the neck when it comes to finding out everything that is troubling her baby girl's mind.

It isn't unusual finding Connie Torres outside my now lonely cabin waiting for me at the end of the day…only to question me about what's going on. And I usually just tell her that she'll know when I'm ready to tell her, but that doesn't change a thing…she just keeps asking.

"Mitchie, honey…" she started for what I think it was the zillionth time ever since she found out I was now sleeping alone at my cabin. "Won't you tell me why Caitlyn moved out? Did you guys have a fight or something…?"

"Yes, mom, we had a fight…" I answer with a bored tone for the zillionth time. "But we're jut taking a break from eachother…just that." She raised an eyebrow.

"But what's the reason…?"

"Mom…!" I groaned. "Would you please, just…just let me sleep?" She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I'm just worried about you, sweetie…" she said, I looked up at her and noticed her eyes full of concern. "You've been so sad lately…and you get angry at whatever I say to you…I've just seen you so different."

"I'm just tired." I lied.

"There's something troubling you, I know." She said. I just rolled my eyes.

"Good night, mom." I said sighing, before passing by her and entering the cabin for another sleepless night.

"Love you too!" she said sarcastically. I threw myself on the bed with a groan and mumbled something that even I couldn't understand, as I heard my mother closing the door.

I twirled around on my bed and my eyes caught view of a picture that I had glued on the wall…a picture of me and Caitlyn, form my first year at Camp Rock. She had an arm around me and with the other hand she was making the peace sign while she smiled, our cheeks were touching because of the half-hug and I was making the rock on sign with a goofy smile on my face.

I don't even know for how long I stayed like that…just staring at the picture. I just know that during those long minutes, my heart wouldn't stop pouncing against my chest along with the feeling of nostalgia.

"Caitlyn…" I said in a whisper said as I felt a tear roll down my check. I quickly whipped it away trying to avoid the pain from growing stronger. But the memories started coming back to my mind…and soon I had broken down in tears.

"Caitlyn…Caitlyn, wake up!" We were at one of Brown's theory music lessons, on our first year, and she had fallen asleep over the desk we were sharing. "Caitlyn, wakey, wakey!" I poked her arm…but nothing.

"Let me sleep…"she groaned.

"If Brown catches you, he'll get pissed!" I mumbled to her, she didn't seem to care. "C'mon, sleepin' beauty!"

"Five more minutes, mom." She groaned. I couldn't help but to chuckle. That made her open her eyes, her head still lying on the desk, she sent me a warm smile that made me melt and I had to look down so that she didn't see me blushing.

If regret could kill…I'd probably be lying cold here right now.

I slammed my fist against my pillow, angry…really angry with myself. Because I had screwed everything up…and I just didn't know what to do anymore.

I couldn't focus in anything else…

There she was, sitting on our cabin's porch reading one of her favorite books…and she had reached a concentration level that just amazed me.

As she flipped through the pages, I couldn't stop staring at her…she was just too cute.

Everything was silent, I could only hear the sounds of the birds in the quiet woods, but just the fact that I was there with her was enough for me. Simply looking at her for long minutes while she read that book with intense concentration made me feel warm inside.

She would occasionally glance at me and I would blush…but before I could look away, she'd send me a warm heart-melting smile before going back to her reading.

I sighed…if only she could realize everything she does to me!

Those memories just kept running though my head…and they were driving me crazy. I didn't want to remember…I didn't want to remember everything I'd lost.

It was my entire fault…

My one and only mistake that had now completely ruined my life.

That's when it hit me: No matter what I do…no matter how much I struggle…I'll never get over her.

It's just one of the impossible things in life.

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"Two years…and Shane never built my birdhouse."

"He didn't?" I asked as I walked with Jason by the lake during a sunny Friday morning. Jason shook his head and made a puppy-dog face. I looked at him and felt like chuckling...He sure wanted me to build him the famous bird house he had been asking for all the summers since I first came to Camp.

"You know I don't fall for those." I said, referring to the face he was making.

"But it works when Caitlyn does it…!"he groaned like a little kid. I froze at the mention of her name.

"Yes, Jason…" I said, trying not to sound upset. "…It works when Caitlyn does it." That was true…I, Mitchie Torres, never, ever fell for a puppy-dog face, no matter how good it was. But when it was Caitlyn Gellar's puppy-dog face…well, that was another story.

Let's say I simply melted, turned into pure goo always when she used that strategy to ask something from me.

"Please, Mitchie?" he asked once more. I glanced at him…why would I let him sad? It's not like I had anything to spend time with anyway. "Pleeaaaase?"

"Ok…ok. I'll build it for ya." I said. He sent me a huge smile and started jumping around in happiness as I laughed. When he stopped he glanced at me and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm glad you're feelin' better." He said. Confusion hit my mind.

"Better…?" I said, as I raised an eyebrow. "What're ya talkin' about?"

"Well, the uh…Caitlyn…thing?" he said. I got pale and my eyes widened.

"How…how d'you know about that?!" I asked, trying not to panic.

"Calm down, Mitchie…Shane told me." He said. "But don't worry, I'm the only one…well, and Nate. But we're both ok with it." I sighed in relief and he pulled me into a hug playfully. "I mean, you're like our little sister…we love you." I smiled and hugged him back.

"You're such a goof."

"A goof that's waiting for his birdhouse."

"Oh, yeah…" I said. "To work!" We raced to his cabin, which he shared with the other members of Connect 3, and we found Shane sitting on an armchair while he played his guitar distractedly. As son as we got in, he looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey, Mitchie." He said. "What 'cha up to?"

"Well…I'm building Jason's birdhouse." I said.

"I was gonna do that." Said Shane, rubbing the back of his head.

"No, you weren't." said Jason, chuckling. Shane put down his guitar.

"Well, when you're done…" he said. "What about we go on a boat ride, just the two of us…like we used to do?" I pretended to think and he raised an eyebrow, then I smiled at him.

"Yeah, sure!" I said. "It'll be fun."

"Ahem." I heard Jason let out impatiently.

"Oh, yeah…to the birdhouse making!"

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"So…how're you feelin'?" I heard Shane ask as he rowed the boat heading inside the lake. I sighed.

"I gotta be honest…" I said. "I feel like crap." He stopped the boat, so we could now just stay there enjoying the view…and eachother's presence.

"Oh, don't feel like that…" he said, sending me a concerned look. "Things will get better."

"But what if they don't?" I asked. It was his turn to sigh, and I couldn't help but to feel guilty for throwing all of my melancholic crap on him. "I'm sorry, Shane…"

"Sorry? For what?"

"For bothering you with all of this, I just…"

"You're not bothering me." He said, I looked up at him…his eyes showed he was being honest. "I just can't stand seeing you so sad." It was amazing how he had changed…how I had changed him.

"Thanks for being here for me." I said, smiling. "It's really sweet." He smiled back at me and grabbed my hand.

"I hope you get better soon." he said. I looked around and spotted Caitlyn walking with Nate, hand-in-hand, by the lake…and that made my heart sting. I looked down and sighed, feeling Shane's arms around me. I hugged him back, hiding my face on his neck.

"I'm afraid I won't…"

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Well, you must've noticed I put a piece of song at the beginning of every chapter. The only one that doesn't have one is chapter 1, 'cause I forgot… XD But it was supposed to be "Coming for you by JoJo.

Well, I hope you liked this chapter…please review!