DISCLAIMER: I don't own Camp Rock, or Poptarts.

Actually, that's a lie. I do own Poptarts, just not the company. The song is "Our Last Night" by Better Than Ezra. I recommend you listen to the songs while reading, I listen to them while writing :) This is dedicated to Sevenfold. and iawesome213, for taking the time to favorite the story but not reviewing. Thanks for the favorite, I guess? Haha, I kid. But seriously, remember Zeus? Yeah, I got him on speed dial, buddy. Watch it xD

Angels fly in the air tonight, saying wasn't it just like swimming out on the lake?

And stars collide, and the air's alive, or was it just like those promises that we made?

On our last night

"Shit," Mitchie mumbled while crawling out of bed.

She didn't bother with her hair or clothing, she knew Nate had seen her worse. In fact, she didn't even take the time to look in the mirror, she just walked right on downstairs. Her father was sitting at the kitchen table with a newspaper and a mug of coffee.

"Good morning, sweetie," Dan Torres (A/N: Do they ever say his name in the movie?? I just kind of made that up :P) mumbled, not even glancing up from the newspaper.

"Hey," Mitchie mumbled back, collapsing onto the couch in the living room. As if on cue, Nate came walking into the house.

"Goooooooooooood morning Torres family!" Nate shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hello, Nate," Dan stated. He was used to Nate rudely barging into the house screaming at the top of his lungs. As much as he tried to stop it, he couldn't. Nate and his daughter were inseperable at this point, no one could keep them apart.

Nate hopped over to the pantry and grabbed two Poptarts from the box. Once again, Dan didn't even bother to tell him how rude and invasive it was to take food from other people's pantries, and that if he wanted Poptarts he should go out and buy some himself. He had given Nate the lecture before, and every single time Nate would give him a sly, yet witty remark about how sharing is caring and that the world itself is crumbling apart because of people like him.

"So how's my girl doing on this fine morning?" Nate questioned from the toaster, raising his eyebrows.

Butterflies consumed Mitchie's stomach. No matter how many times Nate called her "his girl", she would still blush. Mitchie and Nate were just friends, that's all they would ever be. Mitchie knew that.

"You suck, you know that right?"

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," Nate smiled.

But knowledge doesn't keep people from dreaming, right?

Nate walked over with his freshly toasted Poptarts, handing one to Mitchie.

"So you ready for today?" Nate asked, his mouth full of food.

"Sure thing, buddy. What do you want to start with?"

Once a month Nate and Mitchie did a 24-hour movie marathon, where they stay up all night stuffing their faces with junk food and watching all kinds of movies. They had been doing it since they were 13, and their goal was to watch every single American movie ever created. So far they had tackled all the movies of the 30's, 40's, and 50's.

"I went to blockbuster and rented every movie from the 60's I could find, I think we should just pick randomly. I'm not in the mood to research shit."

Dan raised his eyebrows and lowered the newspaper.

"Nate-"

"Sorry, Dan, totally forgot you were sitting there. I won't say shit ever again, promise."

Dan sighed and went back to reading the paper, shaking his head at the giggling teens.

18 Hours Later

"You're good."

"I ain't good, I'm the best!"

Mitchie was lying on the Gray's sofa, her head resting in Nate's lap, while Bonnie & Clyde played on the screen in front of them. It was decided to have the marathon at the Gray residence, since Nate's parents were in Cancun on a "much needed vacation".

Mitchie reached over to grab a handful of popcorn and M&M's-their favorite food combination-only to come up empty-handed.

"Uh, Nate?" Mitchie asked, lifting her head to face Nate.

"Uh, Mitchie?" Nate raised his eyebrows and didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"We're out of popcorn and M&M's." Mitchie stated.

"Okay."

"Go get some more."

Nate's eyes were finally unglued from the TV in front of him.

"Mitch, it's 2 in the morning. We don't need anything to eat."

"But I want something to eat."

"Okay, then, how am I supposed to get you your much-needed food?"

"The grocery store is only a couple of miles away."

"I'm not walking to the grocery store to get you food at 2 in the morning."

"Why? It's opened all night."

"I'll get raped!"

"Take Shane's truck!"

Nate stared at Mitchie for a few seconds, while Mitchie stared back. He squinted his eyes, and then sighed.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

Mitchie raised her eyebrows. As much as she loved Nate, they never had moments like this.

"Um, yeah," Mitchie stated, twisting her chocolate brown hair around her index finger, "I do."

"Okay, I was just making sure."

Nate found his socks really interesting for the next few minutes. Suddenly, he raised his head and placed his hand on Mitchie's.

"Do you love me Mitchie?" Nate questioned, staring at Mitchie. Mitchie knew he didn't mean it in a romantic way, but she was still nervous to say it. She didn't understand why he was asking. It was kind of an unspoken thing, they both knew they loved eachother. They didn't need to say it.

"Nate, what's going-"

"Mitchie!"Nate cried, "Just tell me you love me, goddammit!"

Mitchie was completely blown away. Nate never yelled at her, even when he was going through the roughest of times.

"Nate, you know I love you, more than anything in the world. Why would you even doubt such a stupid thing?"

Nate's eyes went wild as he turned to face Mitchie.

"A stupid thing? So now the fact that I don't know what the hell I would do without you is stupid? I'm sorry I brought it up, okay? I'm sorry! If I had known that you thought it was so stupid, I wouldn't have even mentioned it! Goddammit, I'm such an idiot!"

Mitchie just stared at him. Nate was in tears now, his head resting in his hands. Mitchie was terrified of Nate's sudden mood swing, but she wasn't going to leave him. Not now. She placed her hand on his head and gently began to stroke his curls.

"Nate?" Mitchie whispered. Nate didn't lift his head as he answered.

"What, Mitchie?"

"I think your hair is a lot nicer than Nick Jonas's," she stated.

Nate pathetically chuckled as he lifted his head from it's cradle.

"I'm sorry, Mitch. It's just, I feel like I haven't given you anything you deserve. It's like, you've always been there for me, unlike Shane, and-"

Mitchie knit her eyebrows. "Wait, this has something to do with Shane, doesn't it?"

Mitchie knew that Shane was a touchy subject for Nate. Shane had gone to college last fall at NYU on a music scholarship. He had always been a nice guy to Mitchie, although she didn't know him that well. When he came back, he was completely different. His raven-black hair always hung in his eyes, which were hollow. Dark. Unfeeling. It turned out Shane had a serious problem. When he had gone to NYU, he got into the wrong crowd and had gotten addicted to heroin in the process. His parents sent Shane to the best rehab in California, and when he returned, he was the old Shane. He joked and laughed with everyone, he even hugged Mitchie upon the homecoming. Well, they all thought he was okay. It turned out, he wasn't. He was anything but okay.

"Nate! Nate, get your sorry ass down here, mister!"

A 16-year old Mitchie gripped her iPod, anger racing through her veins. Apparantly, Nate had smashed the screen while borrowing it and decided the best way to apologize was to put it in her flower pot.

"DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE, NATE!" Mitchie shouted. No response.

Mitchie began to run up the stairs into Nate's room to go smash his iPod when she heard a smash from the downstairs.

"I knew you were home, you retard!" She called as she descended down the stairs.

As she walked into the kitchen, she realized it wasn't Nate that made the noise. It was Shane. He was sitting in the corner of the room, his knees pulled up to his chest. His eyes were bloodshot and opened wide. He had been crying.

"Mitchie, leave," Shane whispered.

Mitchie began to walk towards him.

"Are you al-"

"MITCHIE I SAID LEAVE!" Shane screamed and stood up. She noticed he had blood on his arms.

"Shane! Shane, what the hell? Are you alright?"

"No, Mitchie, I'm NOT alright. You try living with a bunch of psychopaths for 3 months, see how you feel!"

Mitchie gaped at Shane. She had never seen him like this. Nate had told her how bad it had gotten, but Mitchie never knew Shane well enough to see him on one of his tyraids.

"Shane, I'm so-"

Shane grabbed a pair of scissors from the counter and threw it towards Mitchie.

"GET OUT!" He cried.

Mitchie was terrified, so she ran out of the house, hearing nothing but Shane's screams. The next day,she returned to the house with Nate.

"I'll be right back, you wait here, okay?" Nate said, leaving Mitchie to sit in the living room.

She decided not to tell Nate about her experiences from yesterday, she didn't want his family to have to go through the pain of their son relapsing.

Mitchie got up and walked to the stairs when she heard footsteps coming down.

"So, Nate, I thought-" She stopped when she came face to face with Shane.

"Oh, Shane, I'm really sorry, um, I'll leave-" She said as she began to turn around.

"No, Mitchie, wait," he whispered, grabbing her arm. Mitchie's heart began to pound, she was terrified of what he might do.

"Listen, about yesterday, I'm really sorry. Just, don't tell my parents, okay? I'm fine, really. Just had a bad day, I guess."

Mitchie just stared at him. After seeing that, anyone with half a brain would know that Shane was not okay. But still, she nodded her head and whispered "okay" as Nate skipped down the stairs.

And she kept that promise to this very day.

Nate couldn't look at her.

"I'm gonna go get you that stuff, okay? I'll be right back."

Nate quickly got up and kissed the top of Mitchie's head.

"Alright, Nate. Bye."

Nate turned around in the doorway and smiled back at Mitchie before hopping into Shane's truck and driving off.

Okay, so I've noticed that A LOT of people have been reading the first chapter and not reading the second. Is it really that bad? PLEASE REVIEW or I won't keep going with this :P