Hey, I'm back. I'm still sad about my cousin, but writing is the way I express myself, so I decided to come back. Which you already know since you're reading this. Anyways, this might be a little sucky, but please bear with me. Me still sad. :'(

And, just to clear this up, Mitchie is 16 and Shane is 18. Shane left when he was 13 and Mitchie was 11. And it's been 5 years that they haven't seen each other.

"What do you mean I knew you?" Shane asked. Mitchie said nothing, just stared coldly at him.

"Mitchie, please tell me," he begged. Mitchie ignored him, and ran back up the stairs. Shane stood there dazed for half a second before lurching up after her.

"Mitchie, please, I don't know what you're talking about!" he yelled. "Please, please tell me what you mean!"

"Go away Shane!" she shrieked, slamming her bedroom door in his face. She pushed her vanity table in front of her door so there was no way Shane could get in. Shane banged and kicked at the door, desperately trying to get in.

"Mitchie! Open the door!" he demanded.

"Go away!" she screamed again. Shane stopped kicking and leaned against the door. He slowly slid down until he was sitting on the floor. No noise came from the other side of the door.

"You know, you can't stay in there forever."

"Watch me," Mitchie challenged.

"Please, just let me in, explain what you mean, and then I'll leave you alone," Shane said. "Please." There was no answer from Mitchie, but after a few moments, Shane heard scraping on the other side. A few seconds later, the door flew open, and Shane hit his head with a loud thump on the hardwood floor. Mitchie giggled before helping him up.

"Okay, so what did you mean?" Shane asked, sitting on her bed.

"We used to be best friends. We rarely did anything with out each other," Mitchie said. "But then you went to Camp Rock

Flashback

"Shane!" an 11-year-old Mitchie screamed. She'd been sitting on her porch railing, waiting for him to come home. He'd gone to a camp this summer, and she'd missed her best friend.

"Hey Mitch," a 13-year-old Shane greeted. Mitchie ran over to him and all but tackled him.

"So how was camp? Cause it was boring here. I literally did absolutely nothing!" Mitchie said.

"It was great!" Shane said. "There's this thing called Final Jam, where people at camp get to compete to see who's the best. And I met these two kids, Nate and Jason, and we performed together, and we won!" Shane was smiling wider that Mitchie ever thought was possible.

"That great!" she said. "What's the prize?"

"Well, actually, we get a record deal," Shane said. "We get to go to Hollywood and start a band! We're calling ourselves Connect Three." Mitchie's smile faded as she understood what would happen.

"What's wrong?" Shane said, frowning too.

"Well, if you're going off to Hollywood, then what about me?" Mitchie asked. She would lose her only friend.

"Aw, c'mon Mitchie," Shane said. "It's not that hard to make friends."

"For me it is!"

"Well, then, get better at it!"

"I hate you," Mitchie said coldly, and Shane stared at her, surprised at her.

"What?"

"I hate you!" she screamed. "You and your stupid band! I wish you'd never gone to that stupid camp!"

"Well, I hate you! You're the worst friend in the world, Mitchie!" Shane yelled back. "If you weren't such a selfish jerk, you'd be happy for me and boosting me up, not tearing me down! No one would ever want to be a friends with a loser like you!"

"Well, then why don't you leave before people start to thing you're a loser too, just for hanging out with me," Mitchie said, her voice filled with venom, but a scary, deathly calm.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Shane had left in a limo two days later while Mitchie looked on from her window. Their friendship had ended that day, and both had vowed never to talk to the other again.

End of Flashback

"I'm so sorry," Shane said, hugging her. "I', so, so sorry I said that to you."

"It's fine," Mitchie said, fresh tears forming in her eyes. "It's nothing."

"No, it's not fine," Shane said. "Do you seriously think I'm a complete idiot?"

"Well, not a complete idiot..."

"Oh, you are so going to pay for that!" Shane tackled her onto her bed and began tickling her.

"Shane! Shane! Stop... that!" she gasped in between laughs.

"Take it back!" he said.

"Never!" He tickled her more, and she squirmed, trying to escape.

"Take it back," Shane grinned.

"Fine, fine... I- I take it back!" she laughed. "You're not... and idiot at... all!" he stopped tickling her and let her catch her breath.

"How can you not remember something like that?" Mitchie asked when her breathing was back to normal.

"Mitchie, I can barely remember what happened last year, much less five years ago," Shane said. "When you're famous, it's easy to get cuaght up in things, and you can't remember the things that were important before."

"Yeah, but did you really forget everything from when we were little?" Shane hung his head a little.

"Yes," he said eventually. "I'm not proud of it. I wish I hadn't forgotten. I also wish we'd never gotten into the fight too." Shane looked up and stared Mitchie in the eyes so she knew he wasn't lying.

"Well, I forgive you," she said. "And I'm sorry too."

"It's no biggie," he said. "I'm just glad we're friends again." They hugged, and Mitchie closed her eyes, elated how it felt so right.

Sorry this chapter is so short. I'm having a brain fart. I have sumthin i wanna write, but i couldn't include it in this chapter. so... yeah. please review!