A/N: I can't believe I'm doing this, but here is a new story. I haven't had the guts to start a new one because I barely update the one I have going right now anyways (It's a Wizards fic, go check it out?) So, Camp Rock pretty much was a good movie. Cheesy, predictable, but good enough for some fan fiction, so here I am… Talking about writing this. Ah yes, I should really stop the chatter.

Title: When Everything Seems Right
Name: Beginning to End
Chapter: One (Introductory)
Summary: It took one moment for me to be there, another to go and finally time for me to come running back home. In your arms, where I feel safe. ShaneMitchie
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Final Jam was probably the best time of my life. I mean, I got out there, in front of an audience I might add, and sang. I sang my heart out as best as I could and I rocked it. But with a change of tempos, a change of heartbeat and a change of my life, I couldn't believe it when I looked over to see Shane Gray standing there, singing the song he previously sang to me privately, but to everyone else now. Nate and Jason, his band mates seemed to enjoy the view too. It appeared though to them that they are grateful that he finally had a change of heart. I noticed my parents out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to cry right there. They got me here to Camp Rock, they supported me through this whole thing and of course they believed in me. When Shane and I met in the middle, I felt my spirit, mind and heart skip a beat all at once. I swore I died for a second.

But that was merely an hour ago. I was finishing packing up my clothes, along with some of my mother's. I might not have believed that it was all over if I hadn't noticed the count-down clock which read 16 hours until Camp Rock officially ends, outside my window. I ensured that I had everything by looking in the drawers one more time, checking the bed, floor. Satisfied, I closed the zipper and nodded my head while pulling the suitcases off with a loud thump on the ground. I blew the irritable bangs from my face and dragged the heavy luggage to the cabin door. Good thing my mother had come. She was about ten times stronger than me best of all the weighty duty work she did for Connie's Catering. She excused me quickly as I thanked her, running towards the lake where I promised to meet Shane for our canoe ride for the rest of the time. I was focused on actually canoeing right this time.

I sat down on the docks and recollected my thoughts carefully. I went over the camp's ups and downs. I was thankful that Tess was there to guide me, as crazy as that sounds. I wouldn't have gotten where I was without her crazy stunts. And I was glad she finally figured out that I wasn't there to harm her, or kill her chances of winning Final Jam. Caitlyn was the one to defend me when I was down and also the person to wake up and smell the roses. Be myself. That's a lesson I have learned and I am glad I did.

I hummed quietly to myself before receiving a tap on the shoulder. I jerked backwards and came face to face with him. I smiled a little while he proceeded to stare into my eyes cautiously. He got up from his knees and reached his hand down. I took it quickly and lifted myself up. Shane smirked in a playful manner, "So Mitchie."

"So Shane," I responded mockingly. I stuck out my tongue and placed my hands awkwardly into my jean pockets. "Nice show. I knew Peggy was going to win."

Shane nodded, agreeing. I shifted my weight to my heels and bobbed from front to back. This is what I get for knowing a celebrity. Get nervous. But good thing I'll know him as Shane. Not Shane Gray. Like he said in the canoe before. It's hard to face a life like that. Where everyone wants you for the free stuff and nothing else. Hard to pick out the real people who actually want to be your friends.

"Yup, she has a stunner voice, I must say. If you weren't such a badass, you could've won too you know," Shane stated in a matter-of-factly tone. I swatted him on his arm.

"Didn't I tell you it wasn't my fault? But Tess'? Jeez, Shane. And you say people don't listen to you…" I trail off then look off into the water, where on the sand was the small boat awaiting us. "Now, how about the canoe ride?"

"Sounds good," he grinned and raced down to the canoe before I could say boo. Jeez, that kid was fast. I walked down slowly, wary not to slip in the mud. And especially not in front of him. The hill was horrible, but I made it down there. I climbed in and sat down, placing my hands in my lap.

"How about we actually do this right. I've been kind of practicing, you know," I commented. Shane laughed falsely, but realized I was telling the truth. His shoulders dropped as I gave him the one brow.

"Okay, I practiced too. Because I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach I would be seeing you here again. And guess what, I was right. What a miracle," he joked. I giggled a little. So, he has thought about me. On a canoe. Alone. Oh my, that just made my heart beat about twenty times faster. I grinned earnestly and looked out into the crystal, blue water surrounding me. It was peaceful and nice to finally to be free from everything.

"Are you going to get in?" I kidded, and stuck out my tongue as I noticed he was still standing outside the oddly shaped boat. His face turned a bright crimson as he placed his right foot within, almost slipping, bringing me down with him. His response was an ouch, a sorry and a grunt as he got back up. Once his whole body was comfortably inside, I took the oar from my side, handing the other to him. "Ready to do this?"

"You bet'cha," Shane dipped in the wood plank, and took the first swift movement. It got us off the shore quickly, as I paddled the same way Shane did. Once we got to the middle, he purposely decided that going in circles is fun. We continued to do that for a couple minutes until I screamed that if we didn't stop I would vomit. We were going insanely fast and I get boat sick quickly, okay?

Shane placed the heavy anchor-like metal object to the bottom of the lake so we wouldn't float off without realizing. It was really hard to look into his eyes because every time I want to blush very badly and I don't want him to know he has an effect on me. It just wouldn't be right, you know? We just met a couple weeks ago, and I don't know if I believe going into a relationship so fast. But here I am talking to myself, noticing I was addicted to his beautiful brown eyes. They were just so…magical. I didn't know how to describe it.

Shane was the first to speak up, since I was pretty much brain-dead. "So, uh Mitchie. Where do you live?" Oh, okay. Maybe for one of his tours he could see me or something. Oh, gosh! I don't even remember where I live!

"Uh, um. California?" I choked out nervously. Dang, what the heck? I need to be more careful with myself. Straighten up, Mitch. You can do it. "Where are you when you aren't touring?"

"Miami most of the time. Although when we aren't on tour we're at Jace's place in Malibu. Which, if I'm not stupid, is in California."

"Well, Mister Gray, you are correct. But, you see, I live in Oxnard, which is miles away from there," I answered him, laughing a little. I avowed myself that his face dropped a little, but I didn't let it get to my head.

"Well, then, that's okay. I'll talk to my agent to get us a tour date in…Oxnard. How does that sound? Great? Okay, good." Wow, this is a lot to absorb. So, just because of me, he's going to travel to the not-so-well-known city of Oxnard just so we could see each other? Wow, this is going to be a fantastic… friendship.

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A/N: I don't know if they mentioned where Mitchie lived, so I made it up for the story's sake. Oxnard is indeed in California, look at a map.

Reviews please, because I hate when I have more alerts/favourites than reviews. I vent and don't update for a while.
-Lara