DISCLAIMER: Nope, I still don't own Camp Rock.

A/N: Okay guys, so I reread the last chapter and I gotta say: THERE WERE SOME SERIOUS SPELLING MISTAKES. I apologize for that, I have a new Word program and somehow spellcheck got turned off and I can't figure out how to turn it back on. This chapter is more from Shane's POV, so get ready :) Teehee I'm excited! The song is "Letters from the Sky" by Civil Twilight. I cry everytime I listen to that song :(

One of these days letters are gonna fall from the sky telling us all to go free
But until that day I'll find a way to let everybody know that you're coming back
You're coming back for me
'Cause even though you left me here I have nothing left to fear
These are only walls that hold me here
Hold me here

"So what the hell happened?"

Shane glanced up at the man, whose name turned out to be Paul, and shrugged.

"Maybe if you didn't interrupt me I would continue," he replied.

"You stopped for like 3 minutes! What am I supposed to do?" Paul cried.

"I dunno. Why don't you eat that hamburger that I know is stashed under that cup?" Shane questioned, raising his eyebrows. Paul stared back at him and shook his head.

"Fine. As I was saying…"

You would think that Shane would have noticed his totaled truck in the middle of the road, the scattered roses and M&M's around his feet, or even the bloody, limp body of his younger brother in the driver's seat of the vehicle first. He didn't. The first thing he noticed was the complete horror flash across Mitchie's face. She didn't fall to the ground in heaps, in fact, she didn't even cry at first. She just stared at the scene in front of them in complete disbelief.

No, this couldn't happen to her best friend. He was fine. He was okay. He would wake up soon, he was fine.

"I'm going to need you two to back away from the scene," a thin police officer with a bushy mustache ordered them. Neither moved or replied.

All Shane could hear were the shouts of nurses and police officers running around the scene. He watched a young man, no older than 20, climb out of a red Mustang, his forehead bloody.

"Woah, man. I swear to God, I didn't mean to hurt him! Is he dead? Did I kill anyone?" The man stumbled and slurred, waving his hands madly around in the air. No one responded to his questions.

"We are gonna have to cut him out, I can't reach him!" One nurse yelled as the police officer nodded.

"He's losing blood fast, get him out!"

"What's his state? He alive?"

"I can't tell, sir, but it doesn't look good!" The nurse shouted back, motioning for the doctors coming out of the ambulance over. That's when it hit Mitchie.

Her best friend could be dead.

And it was all her fault.

Shane watched as Mitchie burst into hysterics, sobbing and sputtering. All he could do was watch. He didn't comfort her, didn't hold her hand, nothing. He watched. It was partially because he was still in shock. It was his brother. His brother couldn't die. He was fine.

The doctors and police officers pulled Nate's body out of the smashed metal surrounding him, and the second Shane saw him, he couldn't look any longer.

Nate's body was covered with bleeding scrapes and cuts, one long gash running down his arm. Shards of glass were stuck in his skin and all over his clothes, his neck was twisted awkwardly, and his curly hair was matted down with blood. Shane turned away quickly to face Mitchie, who had obviously seen him too. Her face made Shane want to curl up in a ball and die right there, she was so distraught. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything.

"Sir, sir!" The nurse leaning over Nate's body began to shout. Hope began to flutter through Shane and Mitchie's veins-he was alive. He was okay.

"We have one dead, sir! Get the bag!" The nurse wailed.

That's when Mitchie completely lost it. She began to scream at the nurse from the sidewalk, it couldn't be true, she was lying. Shane walked over to the nearest bench and sat, watching the scene play out in front of him.

He watched Mitchie run out onto the road and crouch down next to Nate's body, shaking him violently as the nurses attempted to pry her off.

"He's not dead! You all are lying-get your hands off of me! You're lying!" She screamed, waving her hands at the women behind her. Eventually, three burly young men came over and lifted Mitchie off by the arms, who was kicking and wailing.

"Don't make me leave him! He needs me! Stop it! Don't touch me! He's fine! He's fine!" Mitchie was now screaming at the top her lungs, sputtering and sobbing as the men sat her down on the sidewalk, trying to calm her down as she screamed.

"See these roses?" She cried, fiercely grabbing one of the roses scattered across the road. "These were for me! The M&M's were for me too! It's all my fault…" She whispered, her voice cracking as she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her jacket.

Eventually, Mitchie calmed down enough to let the police officers take the two home, but she still quietly cried in the back seat. Shane kept his eyes on here the whole time, but Mitchie didn't care. Nothing really mattered anymore, her best friend was dead. It was her fault.

The rest of the night was a blur for the two. Mitchie walked inside the house without saying a word to Shane, who walked into his own, now empty, house.

He layed down in his bed, staring at the ceiling, and thought about the last time he had seen Nate. He had been in that exact room, sitting on the exact bed he was currently laying on.

"Hey," Nate said, opening the door.

"Hey, there's this thing, it's called knocking. Ever heard of it?" Shane replied, his eyes shut as he layed on the bed.

"Yeah, I have. Sounds overrated to me."

Shane could practically hear Nate grinning.

"So what are you bugging me about now?" Shane questioned, turning to face his little brother. Nate's grin was wiped off his face almost instantly as he sat on the end of the bed.

"Uh, it's about Mitchie…"Nate started. Shane tensed up a little, as he always did when Mitchie was mentioned. After the day she watched him breakdown, he couldn't ever look at her the same way.

"I think I'm gonna tell her I'm in love with her tomorrow," Nate stated bluntly, a small smile forming on his face.

"Why?" Shane asked, uninterested in the statement. Nate had told him before that he was in love with her, but had never mentioned actually confessing it to her.

"I just can't wait any longer. Everytime I see her, I want to kiss her, hold her. I love her so much, I just can' t stand to see her with any other –"

"Okay, ew. Nate, I don't really care about your love life. Why are you telling me this?"

"Because I want your opinion. Is it a good idea?" Nate asked, raising his eyebrows.

Just when Shane was about to agree, he stopped. Something inside of him told him not to. His brother was perfect, he got everything he wanted. This was the one chance Shane had at taking something away from him.

"No, I don't think you should," Shane stated.

"What? Why?!" Nate cried, standing up. Shane thought about his answer for a minute before replying.

"Because it's obvious she doesn't feel the same way about you."

Lie.

"No it isn't, she loves me! I think she loves me more than a friend, too. You said so just a few months ago!"

"I was lying."

Lie.

"Oh, you were lying to me, huh?" Nate was now shouting. "Then I guess you've lied about everything else, too! About going to California together after I graduate, about how you'd sneak me the alcohol for my college parties, about loving me?!"

"Yep, yep, and yep," Shane stated, rolling over.

Lie, lie, and lie.

Nate began to tear up.

"Shane, you make it really hard to love you sometimes," he whispered. "You make it really hard."

"Whatever," Shane said.

Nate stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

That was the last time Shane ever saw his brother alive.

And that's when Shane shed the first tears over his brother.

Surprise! Except…not really. I'm sure you all already knew Nate was gonna die :P And sorry for making Shane such an ass! He'll get better, just wait :) I promise! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW and the chapters will come faster :D