Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, any of its characters, or the songs, which are the property of Disney and I guess the Jonas Brothers.

A/N: This is my Camp Rock fic; I didn't want to do a rewrite of the movie so I sort of made a squeal. It takes place the summer before Mitchie and Caitlyn start college; well that's all I'm saying, read the story to find out the rest. The title of the fic is a song by Daughtry

Mitchie plopped onto her bed with a sigh, a crumpled of piece of paper was clenched in one hand. She brought the paper before her face and unraveled it, the conversation she had had with her mother only moments ago replied in her mind as if someone had hit the replay button.

"I really think you should reconsider," Connie stated while picking up a soiled plate from the table. She walked over to the trashcan and emptied it out before heading over to the sink where an eighteen year old brunette was doing the dishes.

"Mom," Mitchie scoffed, her brunette hair held up messily in a clip, "we've been through this."

"It was so nice of Brown to offer you a chance to teach a music class at Camp Rock," her mother informed her yet again, "a place you really love."

"I just don't want to," she sighed placing a washed plate onto the wire rack.

"But think how great it will look on your college applications," her mother continued handing her daughter a glass still half filled with milk.

"I've already applied to colleges," Mitchie informed, "and decided on the one I'm attending."

"I just don't want you to do anything you'll later regret," Connie sighed resting her hand against the countertop.

Just as the brunette was about to sit up she heard her cell phone go off. With an aggravated sigh she groped around the nightstand until she was able to get a hold of her phone.

"Hello?" she began bringing the phone to her ear, knowing every well who was on the other end of the line. An ear shattering scream greeted her from the other side. Mitchie pulled the phone away from her ear, and only brought it back once she knew the person on the other end had finished with their moment of exhilaration. "Caitlyn calm down, I think China heard you loud and clear."

"Sorry," the girl on the other end replied clearing her throat, "but I have awesome news."

"More awesome then attending college together and being roomies," Mitchie said with a grin.

A pause was heard on the other end before Caitlyn continued, "Ok maybe not as awesome as that, but still pretty awesome."

"Continue."

"Brown asked me to teach a class on producing." She paused, awaiting Mitchie's thrilled scream, but none came.

"Oh…that's great," the brunette finally spoke up, switching her phone to her opposite ear.

"Just great?"

"More then great…I'm sorry Caitlyn; it's just that Brown asked me to teach at Camp Rock as well."

"Then join me girl!"

"I don't think I'm going," she replied carelessly tossing the paper still clutched in her hands onto the floor.

"What?"

"Look…I just don't really want to that's all."

"I don't believe that."

"I don't want to get involved in all that Tess drama again," she said knowing very well Tess would be at the camp teaching a class as well. Caitlyn bought it, but she still wasn't fully convinced that Tess was the main reason Mitchie was staying away from Camp Rock. Sure, Tess and Mitchie had been butting heads ever since Mitchie had stepped foot in the camp, but Caitlyn knew that was only half of it.

"Mitchie," the sandy haired blonde said in a softer tone, "you don't even know if Shane will be there." Mitchie swallowed she hated any conversation where the name Shane Grey was involved.

"He loves that place," the brunette informed sitting up.

"Not since you two broke up…he stopped teaching." Tears pricked Mitchie's eyes, but still she was a taken aback by the piece of information Caitlyn had just delivered to her.

"We went out, what, six months," Mitchie croaked whipping the tears that hadn't even fallen yet. She inhaled; the oxygen level suddenly seemed to have been lowered.

"Just come, you'll regret it later, I know you will." Mitchie paused, Caitlyn awaited her answer. She loved Camp Rock, and no boy was going to get in the way of that.

"Fine, I'll go," she finally stated. Caitlyn screamed on the other end, "Thanks Mitchie, I'll talk to you later." And with that the other line went dead. Caitlyn flipped her phone to a close and turned to the curly haired person seated beside her.

"From the look on your face I'd say you convinced her to go."

Caitlyn grinned while nodding her head, "How'd you know Mitchie got accepted anyhow?"

"Well Brown is Shane's uncle so I was able to pull a few strings," the dark haired person replied smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, "Whatever, Nate."

xoxoxox

"Ah, the smell of camp air, it's so homey," Jason said inhaling a whiff of air as he stepped out of the limo after Nate and Shane.

Shane turned to him with a scowl, "it smells like dirt."

"But homey dirt," Jason replied placing an arm around Shane's shoulder. Shane rolled his eyes, and Nate just turned to him with a shrug of his shoulders. Shane shrugged off Jason's shoulder and walked passed the other two band members.

"Here we go again," Nate replied with a sigh as he ran a hand through his dark curls and watched Shane grumpily walk through the sea of campers, "Well I'm going to go and see if I can find Caitlyn."

"You and Caitlyn are getting close," Jason said as Nate left his side, waving him off, "Well what am I going to do…I'm a build me a birdhouse."

xoxoxox

"That's Caitlyn with a y not an I," a sandy haired blonde with curly hair that fell to her upper back informed the receptionist. She swung her bag over her shoulder as she watched the lady scribble letters onto a nametag.

The lady behind the desk handed her the sticky paper, "Welcome to camp rock have a jamming time." Caitlyn raised a finely arched brow; the lady couldn't have sounded more as if she'd wanted to be anywhere but here. The blonde took her name badge and stuck it on her bag, there was no way it was going on her. Just as she was about to go look for her cabin she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and giving her the feeling of being jerked back, "Boo!"

"Ahh!" she squealed dropping her duffel, which landed on the other person's feet with a thud.

"Oww, what do you have in here, bricks?"

Caitlyn turned around at the sound of his voice, "sorry, Nate, you just surprised me that's all."

"Nice to see you too," He replied handing over her duffel.

"Do you want me to get you some ice for that?"

"No I'm fine," he replied placing his arm around her shoulder as they once more began walking.

They found her cabin within minutes, which she no doubt would be sharing with Mitchie and maybe a few other girls that were volunteering at the camp.

"So how's everything?" Nate asked holding the door open for her, "Mitchie here yet?" Caitlyn shook her head as she headed into the cabin and was immediately greeted with the aroma of must.

"Thank you…I told the lady at the receptionist desk that I have a y in my name and not an I, now look what she did." Caitlyn pointed to the nametag on her bag as Nate let out a chuckle. It read: Caytlyn.

"Well you could've been a little more specific."

"How's Shane?" she asked throwing her duffel carelessly onto one of the beds.

"Bitter," Nate replied seating himself onto the bed she had picked, "Mitchie?"

"It took her a lot of convincing, she's going to hate me when she finds out Connect Three is teaching a dance class."

xoxoxox

Just then the door swung open and in walked a medium length blonde haired teen dressed in silk top and denim jeans no doubt belonging to a couture line. Nate and Caitlyn both looked up, expecting it to be their friend Mitchie.

"Tess?" Caitlyn began, genuinely surprised, "What're you doing here?"

"Don't babble like an idiot Caitlyn and get out of my cabin."

"This is my cabin too," Caitlyn grumbled, miserable over the idea of having to share a room with Tess Tyler drama queen extraordinaire.

"Gross," Tess replied in a detested tone as she walked over to Caitlyn's bunk, "Move I want this one."

Caitlyn stood up, facing her, "Make me…roomie."

Tess pulled a face, eyes drifting around the cabin until she noticed Nate for the first time. The blonde gulped, "I mean keep it, I don't want it anyhow."

"What are you really doing here?" Caitlyn asked with hands on her hips.

"Teaching a class," Tess replied placing her purse neatly on a bed on the opposite side of the room.

"Welcome to the club."

xoxoxox

Her long brunette hair swayed with the wind as she walked up towards the receptionist desk with a huff. The sun soaked her cheeks with tints of pink. Abruptly she stopped; even from the back she could recognize that lean yet muscular frame anywhere. His dark locks had a brighter sheen then she remembered, but it was still him. He was arguing with the receptionist about his rooming arrangements, a sight that made her smile, he would never fully change.

She shook her thoughts aside, the smile upon her glossed lips faltered as the realization of his presence sunk in. Caitlyn promised he wouldn't be here, said that he had stopped teaching at this camp, but here he was in the flesh. Instinct took over just as he turned around; she blended herself in the crowd praying that he wouldn't spot her. She didn't want to be here now more then ever. Mitchie hadn't seen him for over a year now, but still she remembered every detail of his face. His brows were narrowed and a prominent frown etched his face, he carried himself with importance as if his presence was vital. His checkered guitar case was swung across his back and in his hand she noticed the notebook that contained his hearts desire, lyrics to songs he had written or was in the midst of.

Sorrow filled her hazel eyes as she maneuvered herself around the thicket of campers and staff members milling about. Shane Grey seemed to have his head once again stuck in the clouds; his dark eyes seemed to glow with coldness. She swallowed; her heart racing with every step she took and only exhaled when she had liberated herself from the crowd. First she was going to find her cabin and then have word with her so called best friend Caitlyn.

Mitchie stomped up the steps to her cabin, her guitar case in one hand and her duffel in the other. She let the screen door slam behind her as she entered the cabin she and Caitlyn were going to be sharing with a few other staff members their age. "Caitlyn!" she yelled throwing her bag onto one of the beds. A girl with medium length sleek blonde hair stepped out of the bathroom with one hand on her hip.

"Caitlyn's in the mess hall…Mitchie…ew," she sneered.

"I don't have time for this, Tess," Mitchie said with a roll of her eyes. Mitchie and Tess had been bashing heads ever since she first started going to Camp Rock, and it didn't change the year after either.

"Whatever," Tess replied watching her exit the cabin, the door slamming behind her.

A/N: So that was the first chapter, tell me what you think in the form of reviews, and any suggestions would be appreciated. Sorry for any grammatical errors, I didn't check over it as much as I should've.