DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Camp Rock. I know, I know, it's a major shocker. Be cool, my babies, be cool. The song is "All I Need" by Mat Kearney. It's a really pretty song, go listen to it now!

A/N: I would like to thank the 3 people that have reviewed so far: LivingInTheNow, BlondeBrodway28, and loveisonitsway. Thanks so much guys, I really thought my story sucked Taylor Swift's balls :P But yeah, this chapter has more Shane in it!

Guess we both know we're in over our heads
We got nowhere to go and no home that's left
The water is rising on a river turning red
It all might be OK or we might be dead

Something was wrong.

Mitchie knew something was wrong the second Nate rushed off after she asked about Shane. She was going to call him, but instead decided to wait. After all, she didn't want to upset him anymore than he already was. So she waited.

One hour.

For possibly the longest hour of her entire life, Mitchie stared at the static television screen, thinking about Nate.

It was after the hour was over that Mitchie's thinking turned into worrying.

She frantically pulled out her phone and pressed the 1.

Ring Ring

Ring Ring

Tears formed in Mitchie's eyes. He had left his phone on the table.

He wouldn't ditch me, Mitchie thought, he loves me. He said so.

It was after another 30 minutes that the worring turned into panicking. Almost every minute she glanced out the window, eventually deciding to sit in front of it.

I must look pathetic, like a lost puppy. God, I hate myself. I should've just told him how much I loved him right when he asked. God-

Just then, footsteps began down the stares, which caused Mitchie to tense.

"Nate?" Mitchie called, turning around slowly from her position on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Shane Gray emerged from the staircase, rubbing his eyes. His hair was sticking out in different directions, while his eyes were still heavy with sleep.

"Uh, your brother, he went to the store-" Mitchie stuttered, standing up from her seated position.

"At 3 in the morning?" Shane raised his thick eyebrows. Mitchie marveled at how much Nate resembled him, even their personalities were alike.

"Y-yeah," Mitchie mumbled, staring at her feet. Silence fell over the two, and Shane rocked awkwardly on the balls of his feet.

"So…" Shane ran his hands through his unruly hair and sighed.

"So…" Mitchie lamely replied, her eyes still on her feet.

"Wait a second, where the hell is my truck?"

Mitchie nervously glanced up to see Shane standing by the window.

"Uh, Nate, he, uh-"

"That douchebag! I'm going to kick his ass when he gets home…" Shane muttered and began to walk out the door.

"Wait!" Mitchie called. Shane stopped but didn't turn around.

"Are you going to go look for him?"

"Nah, I'm going to go meet the Queen for a brisk walk around the neighborhood," Shane sarcastically stated while turning around. Mitchie was relieved to see his famous crooked grin plastered on his face.

"Do you mind if I join you two?" Mitchie asked, grinning back at Shane. He motioned his head for her to join him, and she followed.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, Shane's hands resting in his pockets. Mitchie stole a glance at him, and noticed how much he looked like his younger brother. They both had such beautiful faces, although Shane's was beautiful in a way that was different than Nate's. Nate was an untouchable beautiful, as close to perfect as you could get. Shane just…wasn't. There were small, barely noticable scars all over his face and arms, like little imperfections sprinkled around his body. That's what it is, Mitchie thought, he's an imperfect beauty.

Suddenly, Shane glanced at Mitchie, catching her in the act.

"What?" He asked, bringing his hand to his face.

"Oh, it's nothing," Mitchie mumbled, quickly looking down.

"You don't really talk to me like you used to, huh?"

Shane surprised her with the question. Her head jolted up as she came face-to-face with him.

"Did we ever really talk, Shane?" Mitchie asked, raising her eyebrows.

Shane scratched his head and sighed.

"Not really, I guess. But at least you would hold up a conversation with me, now you just mutter and give me 2 syllable answers. I'm sorry that I'm not as interesting as dear old Nate, but at least try to make it seem like you don't think I'm a worthless piece of shit!"

Mitchie gaped at him as fury began to take over her body.

"Okay, fine. Why don't you come over to my house tomorrow, Shane? Let's be best friends, okay? But watch out, because I might throw a fucking pair of scissors at your head and scream like a pyschopath at you, just a heads up!"

The second the words poured out of her mouth, she was overcome with regret. Shane's eyes fell to the sidewalk and he didn't say anything for a while. Mitchie watched their feet walk in rhythem, not knowing what to say.

"He really likes you, you know that?" Shane asked suddenly, his eyes still fixated on the sidewalk.

"What?" Mitchie asked, quickly glancing up at him. Shane brought his eyes to meet her own.

"Nate. He really likes you," Shane repeated.

"Shutup," Mitchie muttered, staring back at the ground. She was desperately trying to hide the blush that she knew was creeping up to her cheeks.

"I'm serious, Mitch," Shane stated.

Mitch.

No one called her Mitch but Nate.

"How do you know?"

"Oh, c'mon, it's so obvious. He's always talking about you, you guys are joined at the hip, he'll do anything for you-"

"We're best friends, what do you expect?"

"He is going to ask you out tonight," Shane casually stated, still staring at Mitchie.

"What?" Mitchie asked, completely dumbfounded.

"I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but Nate asked me if it was a good idea to ask you to dinner or something. I told him it wasn't, and we kind of got into a fight about it. I think he's gonna ask you anyway, though."

"Why the hell would you tell him not to ask me out?" Mitchie cried.

"Please, Mitch, don't make it so obvious that you want to bang my brother."

Mitchie punched his arm.

"Tell me why I'm suddenly not worthy of being asked out?"

"You talk weird."

"Shane!"

"Okay, I just didn't think you guys would be a good couple. I mean, Nate's 'Mr. Mama's Boy Goodie Two Shoes' and you're just…not. Like, that one time," Shane suddenly got very quiet, "you never told my parents about that. Nate would have run to Mommy Dearest the second he saw me."

Mitchie got quiet, too.

"Yeah, I guess," she whispered so quietly that Shane could barely hear her.

"Mitch?" Shane whispered, grabbing her shoulder and leaning down to come to eye-level with her.

"Yeah?"

"I really am sorry about that. I would never hurt you," Shane whispered.

Mitchie realized how close their faces where when she heard the sirens. Lights flashed past her and Shane, as the ambulence skidded around a left turn.

"Oh, my God."

So, how do you like Shane? He'll get better, I promise :) But I kind of love him, don't you? Yeah. Reviews=Happy Me=More Chapters *coughcoughsogoreviewcoughcough*