Disclaimer: I so own Camp Rock. Totally. It's crazy, the things I dream at night...

Over the next week and a half, Mitchie continued to obsess over Shane, and I continued to ignore him. If he started to approach me, I would suddenly become very interested in my clipboard and walk in the other direction, or I would stat a conversation with Barron or Caitlyn or someone else. Katie was slowly emerging from her shell, and no longer required either me or Mitchie to be by her side at all times. I remember when I'd went through this with Mitchie, and how I'd been beside myself for a week when it happened. Of course, then I'd found out I was pregnant with Katie.

I found that the more I ignored Shane, the more annoying he got. A few times he'd followed me to my classes and peeked in through the windows. Yesterday, he'd gone so far as to stand in the back of the room as I taught. Quite a few times I'd debated whether or not it was worth it to go outside, find the biggest rock I could carry, and throw it straight at that pretty little face of his. And, of course, Mitchie wasn't helping at all.

"One day when I'm all grown up, I'm gonna marry Shane," She announced during breakfast, "and we'll have five kids and twelve dogs, and' we'll live in a great big mansion, and-"

"That's great, honey, except for one thing. Shane is my age. Actually, he's two years older than I am." I nearly laughed at her expression when I told her that. To be honest, Shane didn't look anywhere near 38; to me, he looked like he did when he was eighteen. Sure, a little aged, maybe, but he looked closer to Mitchie's age than he did to mine.

"Eww! He's that old?"

"Hey!"

"Well, if he's your age, why don't you marry him, or something?" I nearly choked on the coffee I'd been drinking.

"Excuse me?" My eyebrows shot up in shock.

"Well? You guys seem to know each other. Why aren't you at least friends with him?"

"Trust me, I don't know him at all. And besides, it I hadn't married your father, you wouldn't exist." Mitchie rolled her eyes, kissed my cheek and stood up to go to her first class.

"Mom, don't think I haven't heard the two of you fighting. I know you used to know him. I don't know how, but you did. You'd make a cute couple." She smiled at me and bounced off to where her friends were waiting for her. As soon as she was out the door, Shane slid into the seat Mitchie had just been sitting in.

"What do you want, Shane?" I asked in an annoyed voice staring straight ahead, refusing to look at him. I just hoped he didn't shadow me for the rest of the day. Then I knew I was going to smash a rock into his face.

"World peace, to stop global warming, to-"

Now I did look at him. "You know what I mean." Shane grinned, and I rolled my eyes in response, staring straight ahead again.

"Fine, he said, his grin still evident in his voice. "I want to take you out on a date."

"No."

"Oh, c'mon, Mitchie. It's our day off. Why spend it here when we can leave for the day?"

"I never said I was going to spend it here. I just said that I'm not going on a date with you."

"Not even-"

"No, Shane. I'm still getting over the death of my husband." Shane winced a little when I said husband, and I knew he wished that it had been him that I married.

"Just one date, I promise. Tonight's the Campfire Jam," he said. "Instructors don't have to go."

"Shane, no. I just can't."

"Please? Just one? Here, I'll make you a deal We go on one date. That's it. And if you still want nothing to do with me, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the summer, other than things relating to camp." God, he just never gives up, does he? Although, I have to admit, Shane leaving me alone for the rest of the summer sounded too good to pass up. I knew it wouldn't apply come September 21, but by then Shane would be back in Hollywood with his band (who knew Connect 3 would last this long?), and Mitchie, Katie and I would be back to our normal routines of being too busy with schoolwork to care about anything else.

"Fine," I said, trying to hide the fact that I was smiling slightly.

"Meet me at the front entrance at 8," he said. "And, by the way, you're still horrible at hiding you smile." He winked at me, and then was gone, walking out the door of the mess hall.

I had a date with Shane Gray, my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend, tonight. Shit, I was scared.

Oooooh Smitchie is back! Well, sorta. And I already wrote out the ending, so even if I'm having a bad day when I post the actual thing, the ending will still remain the same, so no worries.