So, chapter 6. This is it. *SIGHS* Sorry guys, I'm just kind of I don't know... blah today. I hope this chapter makes up for my crappy attitude towards anyone. Thanks for reading and please stay with me on this one! xD Also, it's back at Mitchies POV.

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Camp Rock or any of the characters from the movie. I DO own Marissa Cooperdale, but I wish I owned Shane and Mitchie and Jason too lol If only.

I woke up the next morning, turning over in my canopy bed and looking at my alarm clock. 7:09 AM. I pushed the covers from my body and touched my feet to the cold floor, feeling the cold rush through my body. I sighed and stood up, stretching my arms over my head. I tousled my hair and walked out of my room, across the hall, to the bathroom. I grabbed a hair tie from the counter and pulled my hair back, putting my hair in a bun on the back of my head. I then grabbed a light blue headband and used it to hold my bangs back from my face. I washed my face and after I finished, headed back into my room and got dressed for school. Yes, I know what you're thinking: School? Why on earth are you talking about getting ready for school? Isn't this supposed to be a not-boring story? Yeah, it is, but it doesn't change the fact that I have to go to school, just like everyone else.

Ok, back to the story. I finished getting dressed, -red chucks, black skinny jeans, hot pink tank top and white off the shoulder tee that said Kiss me and you'll get a free hug- did my makeup, did my hair and headed downstairs, going into the kitchen for breakfast. Mom was in there, making waffles, mixed berry waffles. Mom looked up and smiled at me. "Hi Sweetie,"

"Hi Mom," I smiled back and sat down at the island, breathing in the warm smell of mixed berry waffles. Mom brought a plate over, two waffles with syrup, and sat it in front of me. "Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome." I took a bite and smiled again. I loved my Mom's homemade waffles. She made the best ones. "So," Mom spoke up. "how was your date with Shane?" I looked up from my plate and saw her intensely wiping her hands on her apron.

"It was amazing, I missed him so much." Mom nodded and I suddenly spaced out, thinking about Shane. Yesterday he had looked so mature and I could see stubble on his chin, just barely, but it was there. He was going to turn twenty in four months and soon I would be turning eighteen. It seemed like we were growing up so fast. Why did it seem like that? Maybe because I hadn't seen him for six weeks and just yesterday I finally got him back? But I just wished it would slow down, just a little.

"Mitchie?" Mom said and pulled me from my thoughts. I shook my head and looked at her.

"Yeah?" I asked, not knowing if she had just asked me a question or what. Mom shook her head and chuckled.

"I don't even have to guess who you were just thinking about," I rolled my eyes and took another bite of my waffles. "Hey," I looked back up at Mom. "It's 7:54, you'd better hurry and get outside before you miss the bus... again," I rolled my eyes once more and swallowed my food.

"Mom, that was one time. Besides, it wasn't even my fault, it was Dad's," I stood up and popped another piece of waffle in my mouth. "Thanks for breakfast Mom," I told her and walked over to the stairs, grabbing my backpack from the bottom step and walking over to the door, grabbing my phone and MP3 from the charging mat. I walked outside and waited for the bus.

Sitting on the curb outside my house gave me time to think, mostly about Shane. We were boyfriend and girlfriend, a couple, a thing, dating, but it felt like so much more. I wanted to move forward with Shane, make our relationship more than it was, make it better. We already had an amazing relationship, but it wasn't absolutely perfect yet.

All of the sudden, my phone started playing my ringtone "Goodnight and Goodbye" by the Jonas Brothers. I smiled once I saw who was calling. I opened it up and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked like I had no idea who it was.

"Hey Mitchie," Shane said in that super smooth voice.

"May I ask who's calling?" I asked, still pretending I had no idea who it was on the other end.

"Ha ha, you know it's me, Mitchie, you have caller id,"

"Sorry mister, but I'm not allowed to talk to strangers," I said in a ten year-old voice.

"Fine, then I guess we're not going out tonight," he said, but I knew he wasn't serious.

"I know you don't mean that,"

"Ha!" I rolled my eyes.

"Crap Shane! I was just getting good." How did he know I was going to say that? I guess he just knew me that well.

"Mitch, I know you so well," and what did I just get done saying? "Look, I was just calling to see when you wanted to go out,"

"Oh I don't know? Maybe around... five? Is that good for you?" I asked and heard him chuckle.

"Five is perfect for me." I could hear the smile in his voice. Of course five was perfect for him, he was on break from touring and had nothing to do. That suddenly made me feel bad for him and Nate and Jason. Although, Jason was probably living it up with his girlfriend right now. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Shane on the other end.

"Great. So, what are we gonna do?" I asked and saw the bus coming from the corner of my street. I stood up and stepped back a few feet, not wanting to get hit by the bus.

"Let's just call it... a surprise,"

"Shane come on, you gotta give me more info than that!" I whined and the bus pulled up, coming to a screeching stop. I covered my other ear and waited for it to stop.

"Whoa, what was that?" Shane asked.

"It was just my school bus. Hey, I gotta go, ok?"

"Ok. I'll see you later?"

"Of course," I smiled and the bus door swung open.

"I love you, Mitchie,"

"I love you too, Shane." I said and snapped my phone shut, sliding it back in my front pocket. I climbed on the bus and walked down the isle, spotting Sierra, my best friend not from camp, sitting on the right side of the isle. She looked up and smiled at me.

"Hey Mitchie," she said and waved, moving her book bag so I could sit beside her. I smiled, sitting down as the bus started to move.

"Hey Sierra, what's up?" I asked and pulled a tube of chapstick from my backpack, taking the cap off and sliding it across my lips. Ahh, blueberry lemonade. I rubbed my lips back and forth and put the cap back on the tube.

"Well, my parents just gave me unlimited minutes so now we can text all the time!" she said excitedly.

"I don't know about that. My boyfriend texts me and so does Caitlyn, I can't text you twenty-four/seven, Sierra," her excited expression turned into a frown.

"It's no fair, you've got a boyfriend and he's -"she leaned closer and whispered "-Shane Gray for crying out loud!" I rolled my eyes.

"Sierra, you've had hot boyfriends before, why are you whining?" I asked, shoving my backpack under the seat. Why was she whining about me having Shane Gray as my boyfriend? She has had hot boyfriend before. Why? Unless... "You're jealous!" I said and her face turned red.

"No I'm not!" she shot back quickly which told me she definitely was jealous of Shane and I.

"Sierra, you shouldn't hide this from me. If you're jealous, just tell me, I'm your best friend and I should know these things, especially when they're about me." I said and pointed to myself.

"Mitchie, I am -" I raised my brow at her "- a little jealous," I raised both this time. "Alright, I'm a lot jealous, happy?"

"Yes, thank you for admitting it,"

"Yeah, yeah" she waved her hand around and rolled her eyes, turning to the window. I rolled mine as well and pulled out my MP3, putting the earbuds in my ears and hitting shuffle on my MP3. The music started and I let it take me away for the next thirty minutes.

Was it that bad? Please tell me it wasn't. I hope it didn't suck too much. Anyway, sorry it was kind of short, I'll try harder with the next chapter. Thanks for reading!