Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.

Okay, so I randomly remembered something I learned from ninth grade English: dopplegangers. Dopplegangers are people who look a lot like you, and even act like you. Possibly. Sometimes they even has the same or similar names. And, if you meet them, bad things happen to you (They're used in stories all the time). Young Mitchie is Mitchie's Doppleganger in this story, so I guess it's not completely fate's fault that Shane is back. So, yeah. Just wanted to share that with you guys!

"Yeah?" I nearly laughed out loud when my daughter responded. I both loved and hated my parents for giving her my old nickname right now. Mitchie appeared at my side, Katie grasping the back of her shirt.

"Ohmygosh!" Mitchie exclaimed. "It's you! Amanda and Rachel were right! I told you, Mom, see? I told you!" She began squealing and jumping. Did I mention that my oldest daughter was the definition of a crazed fan girl?

"Girls," Brown interrupted, "this is my nephew-"

"SHANE GRAY!" Mitchie screamed like she was at a concert. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's really you!" Yet another thing that differed between us: She loved Shane Gray and idolized him, I was still holding a grudge against him from when I was sixteen. I was still partially frozen in shock. I hadn't seen him in twenty years, not since I'd closed the door in his face. I mean, sure, I'd seen him on TV and in posters, but this was the first time in twenty years that we were actually face-to-face.

I was suddenly self-concious about the way I looked. I looked nothing like I had at 16; I had grown my bang out a long time ago and dyed my hair to a brown so dark, it was almost black. I was dressed in jeans, and had an open red plaid shirt on with a pink cami underneath (Picture Demi in the Can't Back Down music video. Just older). My face was covered with the beginnings of wrinkles, and my hair was starting to sprout grays- I'd forgotten to dye it before we came here. And, of course, I had two young girls standing next to me calling me 'Mom'.

Girls, come on, you have to get settled in," I said, beginning to become uncomfortable. I began to shift nervously, my eyes never leaving his.

"Already settled!" Mitchie announced proudly.

"Oh, just come one!" I said, grabbing her wrist, finally ending the stare-off between me and Shane, and pulled her out the door with me.

"Bye Shane!" She called back over her shoulder.

.:X:.

How the hell was I supposed to explain this to my kids? Shane and his big Goddamn mouth were bound to let something slip, and Lord knows Mitchie would never let me live it down.

"He knew my name, Mom!" Mitchie gushed as I led her back to my cabin. She had a dreamy look in her eyes that I knew used to be in mine when I was sixteen and I thought of Shane. I knew he was way too old for her, and so did she. But that didn't stop her from crushing on him. Katie stared at her sister as if she'd grown another head and thre more arms.

"Mommy, I think she's gon loopy," Katie whispered to me, loud enough that Mitchie would hear. Mitchie stopped smiling and glared down at Katie.

"So do I," I whispered back, just to annoy Mitchie. Katie stuck het tongue out at Mitchie.

"Ha ha, very funny guys," Mitchie said arcastiaclly. "And you-" she pointed at Katie "stick that thing out any farther, and it'll fall off." Katie's eyes widened, and she sucked her tongue back into her mouth.

"Oh yeah? Well how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" Now it was Mitchie's turn to stare at her sister.

"That's easy," she said after thinking for a moment. "A woodchuck would chuck as much wood as he could if a woodchuck could chuck wood." Mitchie gave a satisfied nod and stared ahead at the path. It was finally, finally quiet, something that almost never happened in my family anymore.

"Or would he?" Of course, Katie would continue it.

"Yeah, he would."

"Well, how do you know a woodchuck would chuck as much wood as he could. HE COULD CHUCK PEANUT BUTTER!"

"Really, girls?" This was getting really old, really fast.

"I win!" Katie grinned.

"Whatever."

I don't know, I ran out of ideas! And by the way, that was an actual conversation between me and one of my friends. Except the real conversation went on a LOT longer. And I know this chapter is short. trust me, it's A LOT longer in a notebook.