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This was it- the last day of camp. A girl named Cassidy was going home with the prize of a record deal, and my daughters were already talking about coming back next year. At the beginning of the summer I wouldn't have believed it, but I was looking forward to coming back here next year too. I'd finally seen for myself the magic that had attracted Shane here in the first place. Packing my suitcase to go home seemed like the most depressing thing to do right now.

Mitchie, Katia and I were going to Loch Arbour instead of straight home, to spend a few days with my parents. We hadn't seen them in a while, and when I'd called I'd found out that Dylan was there too. So while the girls were sad about leaving camp, they were also excited to see their grandparents and uncle again.

Barron, Sander, Lola, Peggy, Caitlyn, Ella and I all exchanged e=mails and phone numbers, promising each other to keep in touch as best we could, as if we were the campers instead of the counselors. I pretended not to notice, but Barron and Peggy seemed to hug a lot longer than was necessary, and I smiled. They were cute togetherm I had to admit. caitlyn and I had become incredibly close over the past eight weeks, and she made me promise to email her at least once a week. I hadn't said good-bye to Shane yet. I didn't want to. Saying good-bye just seemed so... final.

As i loaded our suitases into the back of my car, I heard someone walk up behind me. I looked up as I closed the trunk. Shane stood there, his hands in his pockets. We walked closer until we were two feet apart, and awkward silence filling the space around us.

"So," I said, trailing off.

"So..."

"I'm going to miss you."

"Yeah, me too. I had fun this summer."

"Yeah, I did too." We both paused and shifted awkwardly, not sure what to say to one another.

"I guess this is good-bye, then," Shane said.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"So do we shake hands or something?" Shane asked, stircking his right hand out. I glanced at his hand for a moment, then raised my gaze to meet his eyes. He lowered his hand back to his side and shifted his weight from foot to foot awkwardly.

"I shold go," he said, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. "See you, Mitchie." I watched as Shane turned and started walking away, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Shane!" I cried, running after him. He turned half-way around before my body slammed into his and I threw my arms around his neck, smashing my mouth onto his. He froze for a second, then responded to my kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. The spraks I had felt when we were teenagers were finally back, and my fingers tangled in his hair of their own accord.

"What was that for?" Shane grinned down at me after we separated. "Not that I'm complaining." His arms were still around my waist, and mine were still thrown around his neck.

"You didn't think I'd let you leave without a good-bye kiss, sis you?" My eyes were filling with tears, and Shane pulled me closer to his body.

"Well at least we're ending things on a better note than the last itime," Shane remarked. I laughed weakly.

"True, but we both still end up with broken hearts," I saighed sadly. A car horn made us jump. Nate and jason were leaning out the windows of a limo, beckoning to Shane.

"C'mon, man, we're gonna miss our flight!" Nate called. Shane grimaced and lifted my chin to kiss me one last time. I wrapped my arms around myself and rubbed my upper arms as I watched the limo drive away, tears pricking my eyes.

"Mom, are you okay?" Mitchie was suddenly by my side, touching my arm, letting me know she was there for me.

"Yeah, baby, I'm fine," I said, putting my arm around her. "I was just saying good-bye to a friend." Mitchie nodded knowingly.

"It was Shane, wasn't it?" Maybe a little too knowingly. I nodded.

"Yeah. It was Shane." We turned together and got into the car. Pulling out of the camp, I couldn't help but wonder if I could really wait an entire year to see Shane again. I already knew the answer.

THE END!

Just kidding. There's no way this story ends like this. I'm not that cruel, contrary to popular belief. There's still a few more chapters to this.

And sorry if this sucked more than usual. I know it's short, but the stupid little plot bunnies began beating me with bats and brooms and mops in the middle of the night, and they refused to stop until I got out of bed and wrote this down. it's literally 12:35 am where I live right now. So, I'm off to bed (again) and hoping the plot bunnies are done for now. Night everyone!

P.S. Any guesses on Mitchie's answer to whether or not she can wait a year? it's really obvious. Please review!

AN EDIT: Yeahhhh... 14/15-year-old me was a spazz... and desperate for reviews...