Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters. Especially its characters. Because that would be slavery. Which is frowned upon in most societies. Along with Cannibalism.

We'd been at my parents' house for five day, now. Dylan had left two days ago, and the girls and I were leaving in three. My parents had taken Mitchie and Katie to the park, but I'd slept in and now I had the entire house to myself. I had a better idea, though, and I quickly threw on some clothes and left through the back door.

The walk through the woods seemed longer than I remembered, but I eventually found the lake. Unlike my room, things weren't as i had left them. The towel shed looked like it was rotting and unstable, and the rope swing was broken. The dock was partially underwater now, and the whole place seemed to have lost its magic. I walked around the lake and was pleased to see that the lake house, at least, was still standing.

The steps creaked under my weight as I made my way to the porsh, a sudden wind blowing away some of the dead leaves from previous years. I could tell that the place was still abandoned; at least something about the place hadn't changed since I'd been gone. The house was covered in a layer of dirt, and ivy had grown over parts of the house.

I knew three days wasn't enough to restore the lake to its former glory, but I ignored that thought as I went back to my parents' house and returned to the lake with a bucket, gloves, a sponge, window cleaner and some wood loaded into my old wagon.

I started by ripping off all the ivy on the house, which took quite a while. Then, I filled the bucket with water and began scrubbing all the years' worth of dirt and grime off the walls and porch. The sun was well overhead by the time I began working on the windows, which were also caked with dirt. I scrubbed at them furiously, determined to have the place at least somewhat clean by the end of the day.

"I thought I might find you here." I jumped and let out a small shriek as I stepped on the bucket of cold, dirty water, splashing water all over myself. I spun, barely believing my eyes or ears.

"Shane!" I rejoiced, running over to him, not caring that I was covered in dirt and sweat. "What are you doing here?" Shane smirked as he pulled me into a tight bear hug.

"Well, after i told my manager about camp, and how I'd been reunited with you, he told me to forget about you and focus on my music, like last time," he informed me. I quickly dropped my arms and backed out of the hug. Shane wasn't smiling anymore, and I could feel my face fall. he'd come to say goodbye. Again.

"Oh..." I muttered dumbly.

"So after a few minutes of deliberation, I quit the band and got on the next plane to Connecticut." My mouth dropped open.

"You quitthe band?"

"It didn't take me long to figure out that you weren't in Guilford, so then I took a train down here, figuring you might be visiting your parents."

"You seriously quit the band?"

"I saw Mitchie and Katie with your parents at the park, so I knew you had to be around here somewhere. I mean, in a town of 280 people, a person shouldn't be that hard to find. Then I remembered you saying something about not going to the lake house in a while, so I thought I'd check and here we are."

"Shane Adam Gray, what the hell were you thinking?" I practically shrieked, slapping him upside the head.

"Ow, hey!" he complained with a small smile. "I was thinking you would be happy to see me! Geez, you hit hard!"

"Oh, no, I'm happy to see you, believe me. But quitting Connect 3? Clearly you weren't thinking. You guys have been together forever! Why didn't you just listen to your manager? We would have seen each other next year." Shane took me in his arms and leaned down so he could whisper in my ear.

"I didn't listen to him because I love you, Mitchie," he said softly, his breath tickling my ear. "I don't want our relationship to be based around summers. I don't want to have to wait until summer every year to see you again."

"But... what about the band?"

"It's like I told you the last time we were here together; they'll survive without me. But I can't. I can't survive without you, Mitchie, and I refuse to write you off as just another fan. they can find another singer. I can't find another heart." We'd slowly drifted apart as Shane spoke, so I pulled him close again and laid my head against his chest, refusing to let go. I felt Shane move to take something out of his pocket and I shifted to his side to make it a little easier for him.

"My father gave this to me when he died," he said, holding up a small diamond ring. "It used to be my mother's. He told me to give to to the woman I truly loved."

"Shane, I-"

"You stole my heart a long time ago, Mitchie, even before I'd left for Camp Rock," Shane said, finally looking at me. "You stole it, and never gave it back. Without you, I feel... empty. There's no other word for it. I fell like there's nothing inside me, nothing to live for. What I'm trying to say is, Mitchie, will you marry me?" I pressed a fist to my mouth as a sob escaped. Shane looked disappointed, lowering his gaze back to the ground.

"I understand if you think it's too soon. I know you're still getting over Joe. I'd better go." He began to untangle himself from me, but i tightened my grip on him, pulling him back.

"No, no, I'm fine, I promise. I love you too, Shane."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Happy tears," I informed him. "They're very common for girls." Shane smiled and kissed the top of my head. We stood like that in silence for a while.

"Yes," I mumbled into his shirt.

"What?"

"Yes, I'll marry you." Shane's grin grew even broader, something I hadn't thought possible, and he gently slipped the ring onto my finger. He admired it for a second before stepping back and picking up my sponge.

"So, what are we doing?" he asked. I smiled and laughed before picking up the bucket of water he'd made me jump in and splashing him with it. His expression changed from shock to mischievious as he dropped the sponge, scooped me up, and tossed me into the lake.

"Shane, you idiot!" I sputtered as I landed in the shallow surf. "Help me up, you ass!" Shane stuck out his hand, and I pulled him in beside me. I laughed as he yelled and shook his wet hair at me, spraying me with water.

"Oh, you are so gonna get it now!" I screamed in mock fear and scrambled out of the water. I ran around to the back of the lake house, catching my breath before peeking around the side of the house.

He wasn't there.

"Shane?" I called tentatively, stepping around the corner. "Where are you?"

"RROOOOOOAAR!" He scooped me up into his arms bridal-style from behind. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his face closer to mine. As his lips touched mine, I closed my eyes and let the sparks it created fly around us. The entire forest could have erupted into flames and I wouldn't have noticed, nor would I have cared. Shane was here, he was kissing me, and we were getting married.

YAY! They finally get their happy ending! Only one more chapter and then the epilogue!

Edit: Yeah, there's not much more to say other than what younger-me already said.