Disclaimer: Don't own Camp Rock. If I did... I would own Kevin Jonas. Oh, excuse me, bitch from work, PAUL Kevin Jonas JUNIOR. grumbles Just because I didn't refer to him as Paul Kevin Jonas Junior that one day doesn't mean that I'm dumb.

Anywho, all ranting aside... Camp Rock never really happened... but I'm re writing it, so hah! BAM! SHAZAM!

"SHANEY!" 7 year old Mitchie Torres screeched. 9 year old Shane Gray turned around and smiled.

"MITCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!" Shane yelled back with equal enthusiasm. Mitchie launched herself into his arms and hugged him. He made a gagging sound and lightly pushed her off him. Mitchie raised one of her eyebrows.

"What's wrong, Shane? It can't be cooties, can it? Because, you've already had them once in your life, and once you get cooties, you can never get them again." Mitchie said. Shane rolled his eyes.

"You were choking me again." Shane explained. Mitchie's mouth made a perfect 'O' shape. Shane grinned and pulled her into a hug.

"It's alright, Mitch. Just... not so tight next time, alright?" Shane asked. Mitchie frowned and looked down at the ground.

"Mitch... what's wrong?" Shane asked. Mitchie looked up at him, tears blurring her vision.

"There... there won't be a next time." Mitchie said. Shane looked at her, puzzled.

"What do you mean?" Shane asked.

"Mommy says that there's a good job opportunity in New York, and that we have to move there as soon as possible." Mitchie said sadly. Shane tightened the hug and rested his chin on her forehead.

"It's not like we'll never see each other again." Shane said. Mitchie looked up at him and attempted to smile.

"Right... I'll still have your phone number. And I'll give you mine. And we can visit each other all the time!" Mitchie exclaimed. Shane nodded and pulled away from the hug.

"You want me to help you pack?" Shane asked. Mitchie nodded, and they went inside her house to pack up the rest of her stuff.

As soon as Mitchie moved into her new house, she called Shane with her new number and everything. They corresponded for several months, but eventually drifted apart. Mitchie got some new friends and rarely had time for Shane, while Shane had started hanging out with a different crowd and had started acting like a jerk. Mitchie thought that she would never see him again.

Then again... when is anything you really think ever true?