A/N: I know this has been done many times but the idea came to me and I really wanted to do it. So I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock!

Shane shoved his hands in his pockets and rested his forehead against the wood of his cabin. It was yet another day at Camp Rock. He looked around at all the people walking around the camp. The girls seemed to get used to the fact that he was there and were not so crazy around him anymore which he was thankful for. All he wanted to do was to be alone.

His life finally seemed to be turning around. For a while he had become the bad boy of the press and so his band mates had sent him here hoping that it would change his attitude. At first he didn't want to be there, he wasn't exactly sure where he wanted to be but it sure wasn't camp. But then he heard a voice. A voice that did more for him that he could ever imagine. He didn't have a name or a face to match this voice but still it opened his eyes to what he was doing with his life. He was playing music that he didn't like. He was playing music that wasn't his and that's what made him turn into a jerk.

And then he met Mitchie. First it was the incident in the kitchen. It took some hard thinking to realize that Mitchie was indeed the one covered in flour. And then there was the confrontation by the lake. He couldn't believe his luck. He heard a girl who started his change and then he met a girl who made his attitude do a 180. Mitchie was so real and so down to earth. She was the only person he was not afraid to be himself around. He could trust Mitchie.

Or so he thought. The Beach Jam started out well. He called his band mates and two best friends to Camp Rock and they performed a song that Shane had been writing since he met Mitchie.

She looked so happy sitting there with her friends that he couldn't help but be happy himself. Although he really wanted to find the girl with the voice he couldn't help but start to develop feelings for Mitchie.

The new song was a huge hit with the crowd which meant the label would probably go for their idea to revamp their sound.

He went to talk to Mitchie wanting her personal opinion and that's when it all started. Mitchie lied. Somehow Tess had found out and exposed her to the whole camp. She lied to the whole camp but worse she lied to him. She lied and pretended that her mother was famous just so she could hang out with him. She got him to open up to her and tell her how he was really feeling to only betray him in the end.

He didn't recall every feeling as hurt as he did when he learned Mitchie had lied to him. In fact the only thing that was keeping him from going completely back to a jerk was the voice.

The girl was SOMEWHERE in the camp and even when he held the search he couldn't find her. It was like she disappeared off the face of the planet. But he still wouldn't give up hope.

He stood up and walked off his cabin porch. He figured a walk around the grounds would help him clear his thoughts.

As he walked along the dirt paths, he passed many of the campers but no one bothered him. He saw a few people glance his way but then continue on their way. Even the girls seemed to leave him alone. He guessed that they knew he would be down seeing as they all saw his embarrassing display at the Beach Jam yesterday. He hated showing his true feelings especially when he was upset. Usually when he was upset it would immediately turn into anger but something about Mitchie's lie hurt him so deep that he couldn't be angry at that moment. Instead he just felt like breaking down and crying.

He headed towards the lake. It was something about being near the water that helped him calm down. As he was passing a few trees and bushes as he approached the lake, he heard the sound of a guitar.

But that wasn't anything special; it was Camp Rock after all there were many guitarists here. What made him stop short though, was the voice that sang along to the guitar.

I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I have this dream
Right inside of me
I'm gonna let it show, it's time
To let you know

He felt his heart pick up its pace as he pressed himself up against the bushes. It was her! It was the same voice and the same song he heard. The girl with the voice was right around the corner. The girl he had been looking for all summer was just one look away. So why was he so nervous to see who it was?

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me
Now I've found, who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

He noticed that halfway through the chorus, the girl's voice cracked. She was crying. The strumming on the guitar stopped and quiet sobs filled the air.

He furrowed his brow. What could have this girl so upset? He felt genuinely concerned for her but wondered if he should leave her alone. Then again, maybe she would need someone to talk to.

With that thought it mind he took a few steps forward and walked around a tree to see the girl. Her back was facing him but he noticed that she had brown hair that fell to just past her shoulders and in fact it seemed oddly familiar. Like it belonged to…

"Mitchie." He whispered as she turned around. She froze instantaneously upon seeing him. Her bloodshot eyes widened and her mouth hung open as if not knowing what to say.

Mitchie was the girl with the voice. Mitchie who treated him differently than all the others, Mitchie who changed him, Mitchie who he had started to have romantic feelings for, Mitchie who had hurt him.

"I…" She let out a little squeak and then swallowed, as if trying to find her voice. "I'm sorry." She took her guitar off her lap and started to get up. "If this is your spot, I'll be out of here." Her voice was meek and quiet and it sounded like she could just burst into tears at any moment.

He held out his hand motioning for her to stop. "No…stay."

She gave him a confused look but sunk back to the ground.

His hand fell to his side and he took a deep breathe. He was still processing the fact that Mitchie was the girl. He didn't know exactly what he was feeling at the moment. There was way too much going on. He felt a little relieved that Mitchie was the girl because of his conflicting emotions for the girl and Mitchie. But after she hurt him he wanted to find the girl and try to forget about Mitchie and now he couldn't do that.

He slowly walked over to her and sat down beside her. He looked over to her and noticed that she was avoiding his gaze.

"Just tell me why."

Mitchie looked up at him quickly and then looked out to the water and let out a sigh. "I wanted to fit in." She responded quietly.

"Fit in?"

She nodded. "I've always been the outcast. At home I only have one friend and no one ever talks to me in school. When I came here I thought I could just be free to be a new person. But then Tess came along and she was popular and I thought that if I could get in with her I could get in with the rest of the camp. And her mom is T.J. Tyler and everyone here has a family member in some type of show business and once again I was left out of the loop."

"So you lied." It came out harsher than he expected.

She glanced down in shame. "I told her my father ran a hardware store and she just started to walk off. I said the first thing that came to my mind and I regret it, I do. Because it's not me, it's not who I am. I'm not a liar. I just…wanted to be liked for once in my life."

He turned his gaze from her to the lake and stared at the still water. He sat there quietly for a few moments and let everything Mitchie just told him sink in.

"You really only have one friend?" He asked still staring at the lake.

She nodded. "One friend that's all I've ever had."

At Shane's silence she continued on. "I realize now what a huge mistake I made. It's not all about popularity. Tess is not a nice person and I was trying way too hard to impress someone who would never really respect me. I was just another one of her lackeys." She sighed and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. "A Backup singer. I've lost the respect of the whole camp instead of gaining their friendship. And I've lost the only person that I actually want to be friends with."

He looked over at her. "And who's that?"


He stared at her a few moments. He was still upset with her for lying but he understood more now where she was coming from. It wasn't him she was after. She didn't lie to become friends with him like every other girl out there. She was lonely most of her life and just like a self conscious teenager she did anything she could to fit in with her peers.

"I just want you to know Shane." She spoke up after a few moments of silence. "That I was never fake around you. Every time we talked you were talking to the real Mitchie. I wasn't pretending. Despite everything that was going on around me and while I was pretending to be someone I'm not around Tess and around Caitlyn, you were the one person I could go to and feel like I could be myself around."

"You know…" He mused thoughtfully. "I'm thinking about it and I realized you never actually lied to me. I just heard it around the camp and never bothered to ask or find out if it was true."

"But I never denied it." She replied softly. "When we talked in the canoe and you told me that it must be the same for me because of my mom's job and how people are always fake around me, I didn't correct you. I don't know why." He heard that her voice started to crack again. "I knew I should have told you the truth then and there. I wanted to. I felt horrible for lying to you but when you told me that it was nice talking to someone who gets how you're feeling I just couldn't bring myself to do it."

"That's not why I talk to you Mitchie." He said shaking his head a little. She looked over at him curiously and raised an eyebrow. "I mean sure that was a bonus but that's not what mattered to me. For one, you didn't act like a normal fan girl who screamed just at the sight of me. And another, you were just easy to talk to. You told me that you felt you could be yourself around me. I felt the same. It seems like everyone else hold high expectations about me but not you. You accepted me for who I am and you put me in a place that I was trying to reach for so long but couldn't find my way there. You helped me realize that the music I was playing wasn't my music and it was for my music that Jason, Nate and I started the band."

"You just want to play your music." She quoted his song with a small smile on her face.

He laughed a little. "Exactly. You helped me write that song. You helped me realize who I was becoming and I didn't like it. You changed me Mitchie."

A blush rose to her cheeks and she looked down shyly, biting her lip.

"I should have listened to you."

She looked up at him and cocked her head to the side in a questioning motion.

"At the Beach Jam. You were trying to explain and I just accused you of using me."

"You were hurt." She said. "I honestly don't blame you for everything you said. You said that I was just like everyone else which means it must have happened before."

"It has." He muttered. "More times than I can even remember. That's why I was so hurt when I heard that you lied because I thought you were the one person who would never do that." He saw Mitchie begin to open her mouth to say something but he cut her off. "And I know now that you would never do that." He smiled softly. "You're different from everyone else and that's good."

"I never meant to hurt you Shane." She said softly.

"I know." He nodded.

She let out a breath. "Does this mean you forgive me?" She asked cautiously.

He pursed his lips and looked at her for a few moments and then turned his gaze to the water.

"I would totally understand if you didn't. I did a horrible thing and I don't expect you to forgive me especially so quickly-" She was cut off by Shane's finger on her lips. She looked over at him in surprise.

"Yes." He said with a smile. "I forgive you."

He removed his finger from her lips and she broke out into a grin. He couldn't help but find her beautiful smile infectious and a bright smile spread across his face as well. "Friends?" She asked.

He nodded. "Friends."

Her smile grew for a moment and then it fell. She let out a half laugh and covered her face with her hands. She wiped the tears off her cheeks and rubbed her eyes. "God I must look like a mess."

"You look perfect." He muttered staring at her with a misty look in his eyes. At first he wasn't really sure if she heard it. But then she shook her head. "No, my eyes are bloodshot, my cheeks are tear stained, my hair's a mess and-" She paused when she saw the way he was looking at her and she turned bright pink. She laughed nervously and tore her gaze away from him.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Mitchie stretched out her legs and asked him, "So did you find your special girl yet?"

At that moment, his memory came back to him and he remembered that she was the girl with the voice. At that thought he broke out into a smile. "Yes actually, I did."

"Oh." He noted that she sounded surprised but also disappointed. "That's great!"

"Yeah…" Shane nodded with a smirk. "I think you know her."

"Really? Who?" She inquired.

Shane's eyebrows furrowed as he pretended to think. "Oh gee, what was her name, um…oh yes..." He looked her straight in the eye. "Mitchie Torres."

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "What?" She whispered breathlessly.

"You heard me."

"M…Me?" She stuttered. "But it can't be! You've never heard me sing!"

He smirked and held out his hand and motioned towards her guitar. "May I?"

She nodded softly and handed him the guitar. He placed it in his lap and started to play some very familiar chords. And then he started singing.

This is real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now
Gonna let the light, shine on me

He stopped and smirked at her wide-eyed face. "That is your song, isn't it?"

"Y…yeah." She muttered. "But how…when…"

"The first day here, you were in the mess hall, at the piano."

"You were there?" She asked.

"I was outside hiding from screaming fan girls. I heard you singing from inside and by the time it was safe for me to come out, you were gone." He explained.

"Wow." She murmured. "When did you find out it was me?"

"I heard you singing before the same song that's why I was standing here. I wanted to know who the girl was."

She nodded and then made a face. "I bet you're disappointed."

"Disappointed?" He questioned. "Why would I be disappointed?"

"I bet you were expecting someone spectacular and it's just me."

"You wanna know a secret?" He asked.

"Sure." She replied nervously.

"I was hoping it was you. But I didn't think I could get that lucky."

"Lucky?" She questioned slowly.

"I met this amazing girl who I felt this strong connection to and the only thing that would have made it better was if she was the one I've been looking for all along. And she is. You are."

She bit her lip and her cheeks flushed.

He laughed, "Blushing seems to be a hobby of yours doesn't it?"

At that, her cheeks turned even redder. "Only when I'm around you." She replied.

He smirked. "Are you indirectly calling me hot?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Jerk!"

He adopted a look of pretend offence. "Hey! Being a Jerk is part of the rock star image!"

"And you're a rock star?" She grinned.

His jaw dropped similar to the way it looked in the canoe. "Now that is offensive! I am so a rock star!"

"Whatever you say." She looked away innocently. "Pop Star." She coughed. She giggled lightly and grinned over at him. He placed the guitar next to him calmly and then lunged towards her. She squealed as Shane grabbed hold of her and started tickling her sides.

She started writing around trying to escape from him but she found she couldn't. "Shane…" Laugh. "Please…" Laugh. "S…Stop!" More laughs.

He shook his head stubbornly. "You have to admit that Shane Gray is the most awesome rock star on the planet."

"NO!" She shouted and erupted in more laughter when Shane started to tickle her harder. She fell onto the wood of the deck and rolled around. "Sh…Shane…s…Stop!"

"Say it!"

"Never!" She managed to get out in between laughs.

"Say it!"

She gripped onto his arms to try and push his hands away but he was too strong for her. "Alright, alright, alright!" She shouted in a burst of laughter. "Shane Gray is the most awesome rock star on the planet!"

He grinned in triumph and pulled his hands away.

She sighed out in relief and covered her stomach with her arms. She just lay on the deck and stared up at the sky trying to catch her breath.

Once her breathing returned to normal, she turned her gaze towards him and shot a glare at him. "Jerk."

"Thanks to you I'm not a jerk anymore." He replied.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and smiled softly. They both sat there for a moment before noticing how close they actually were to each other. While he was tickling her Shane was hovering over her and only backed off a little when he stopped. When she sat up, he was still partially hovering over her, so her face remained only inches away from his. They both stared into each other's eyes and an awkward silence fell upon them.

Mitchie's heart leapt when she felt Shane's fingers brush against hers. She briefly glanced away from his eyes to look at her hand. Her hand was rested on the wood on the deck and Shane's hand was placed over hers. Her eyes flickered back to his and she saw that his lips were curved up in a small smile.

She bit her lip and turned her face away shyly. She cleared her throat softly. "I…I should go." She said softly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that he frowned. She looked back to him and smiled gently. "I have to help my mom in the kitchen." She explained and the frown on his face disappeared and he nodded.

"Then you should go. I don't want you to get in trouble."

She nodded softly and rose to her feet, Shane following quickly after.

"Oh!" Shane reached down beside him and lifted her guitar and extended it out towards her. "Here."

"Thanks." She took her guitar from him. She placed it in her guitar case and then placed the guitar case next to her feet. "I'm glad we talked Shane."

"Me too." He responded. "I didn't like being upset with you."

"Yeah, having you hate me wasn't the best feeling either."

He sighed quietly. "I didn't hate you Mitchie. I honestly don't think that's possible." He smiled when he saw that she was blushing again. "Just don't be afraid to be yourself. If people don't accept you for who you are than that's their problem, you shouldn't ever have to be someone you're not. You are an amazing girl with a wonderful talent. You speak to people with your sparkling personality and with your voice and your song. I know I've said this already but you've changed me. You've changed me in so many ways that I could have never done myself. No matter what anyone did, Nate, Jason, my manager, even my parents, no one could get met to change. But you….there's something special about you Mitchie Torres and you should never let that go."

She stared at him wide eyed. She was stunned that he thought of her like that. That people who he has known for years were not able to help him but someone he had known for only a couple of weeks completely changed his life around. And that someone was her. Plain old Mitchie Torres. "I won't." She muttered, still too shocked too speak.

"Good." He looked over her shoulder to the direction of the dining hall and kitchen and then back to her. "I think you should get going."

She finally snapped herself out of her stupor. "Oh right! I should." She picked up her guitar case. "I'll see you later?"

He nodded with a smile. "See you later." Before she turned to leave, he leaned over and pecked her cheek. She snapped her head towards him with a shocked expression written on her face. He smiled at her. "Bye Mitchie." He said warmly and gave a little wave and then started off down the path towards his cabin.

"Bye." She whispered. A wide smile broke out across her face as her hand went to her cheek where she could still feel his soft lips. She let out a short squeal and happily made her way to the kitchen.

A/N: This might be a one-shot or depending on what you think and what I want to do, I might turn it into a multiple chapter story. I already have a full chapter story going on and I'm really dedicated to that one. I also have some stories on the Jonas Brothers Fanfiction Archive that are multiple chapters that I still have yet to work on.

So review! Tell me what you think!