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

The chapter is gonna be kinda short, and suck a lot 'cause I originally wrote it really late at night, and I really just don't have the energy to go back and change things. It's really just a filler chapter with Shane POV on everything so far. I'm working on other chapters in a notebook that I'm hoping my mom doesn't find, 'cause I will never live it down. And possibly never get it back.

Shane POV

Mitchie Torres. Or I guess she was Michelle Zingale, now. But whatever her name, she was still the same girl. The one I thought I'd never see again. And yet, here I was, carrying her sleeping form back to her cabin.

The first day of camp, when I'd walked into my Uncle Brown's cabin and noticed a woman sitting there, I hadn't given her a second thought. I'd figured it was just another instructor who needed to talk to Brown. But when she'd turned to face me, and I actually saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. I never thought she'd come here, considering this place had changed everything between us. I can still remember the look of shock and fury when I told her I was moving to Hollywood.

For a while, I'd mourned the loss of my best friend; I mean, who wouldn't? We'd been inseparable since I was seven. Eventually, though, Nate and Jason became my best friends. I still feel guilty about forgetting her. But even more than that, I felt guilty about hurting her- even after 20 years.

So, you can imagine my shock when she'd said yes to going on a date with me. I was completely prepared for her to scream at me again, and to ultimately say no, but, as usual, she'd surprised me and said yes. Tonight had been amazing, even if if hadn't gone as I'd anticipated. Mitchie's daughter, Katie, was an absolute sweetheart, and Mitchie had allowed me to hold her and comfort her while she'd cried, which I'd found incredible. A week ago, she'd been alternating between giving me the cold shoulder and screaming at me.

And now she was practically passed out in my arms.

It was almost eleven when I got back to her cabin, but the light was still on. I could see two silhouettes through the window, a taller one who was just standing, and a shorter one who had their face pressed up against the window. As I stepped into the circle of light from the porch light, the smaller silhouette ran to the door.

"Mom?" I recognized the voice instantly. Little Mitchie. Or, at least, that's what I called her.

"What did you do to her?" she demanded. Okay, so maybe this looked pretty bad. I mean, I have a completely limp woman in my arms, and said woman is pretty much dead to the world.

"She fell asleep," I said, pushing the cabin door open with my foot. "Relax. She's fine."

"Alright, Mitchie, you know your mom is fine. Go back to your cabin, and go to sleep. was sitting in his bed, and, like Mitchie last week, he wouldn't look at me.I had originally met Barron when I was a camper here; it had been his second year, and he was the first person to approach me. I'd told him all about Mitchie, and I wondered if he'd figured out that little Mitchie Torres and Michelle Zingale were one and the same.

I placed Mitchie on the only open bed in the cabin. Looking at her still form, I couldn't help but be reminded of the day she'd drowned in the lake, and an involuntary shudder ran up my spine. I never wanted to relive that day. I managed to remind myself that she was breathing, and I nodded at Barron before leaving with Little Mitchie.

Going back to that first day of camp, you cannot imagine my confusion when someone other than Mitchie answered when I said her name. Then, when I saw Little Mitchie, I almost did a double-take. She looked exactly like Mitchie had when she was her age. And then the crazed fan girl screaming had started. And, of course, it turns out she's in my 3 o'clock dance class.

I silently walked Little Mitchie back to her cabin, then turned around and started walking back to my cabin, kicking sticks and rocks as I went. As I settled down in bed, my thoughts flew to Mitchie. I had no idea where we stood now, or if she would allow me to talk to her or not. I really wanted her back, even if it was just as friend. No one had any idea how much I'd missed her, and how depressed I'd become when I thought I wouldn't ever see her again.

That night, I dreamt of how that summer 20 years ago should have ended.

Soooooo... what do you think?

Okay, so on Sunday, I'm going to my grandparent's house in New Jersey, which means I will be cut off from any sort of computer that doesn't take hours to load. Unless you count the library, but I have no idea where the library is. Not to mention that I'm going down there to work with family friends for a week, so I probs wouldn't be able to update even if I did have a normal computer. I will have my notebook, though, and I will try to write as much as I can.

I'm also going to try and put up the last pre-written chapter today. No promises, though.

SPOILER: Mitchie gets a pretty big scare.