Author's note: I originally hadn't considered a sequel to "Get Back" but so many people brought it up that I thought I'd give it a shot! Updates might take me a little bit longer than usual as I'm writing two stories at once (The other is called "Don't Forget" and the first chapter is already up, so read it if you haven't already!) but please send your reviews my way. Thanks!

Chapter One

Mitchie let out a sigh of relief as she pushed through the doorway and into the sunny afternoon. She had just finished her last test of the school year, and she now had a full three months to do as she pleased. What exactly she was going to do was unclear, but the details didn't really matter; she was simply happy to be done with another year. The university courtyard was especially packed on that day, everyone leisurely taking their time to enjoy the company of their friends before they dispersed for the summer. Mitchie scanned the clusters of people hopefully, her eyes finally locking on the person she'd been most anxious to see.

"Mitch!" Travis stood under the shade of a large tree with his arms outstretched. Mitchie felt a smile grow across her face as she glanced both ways down the sidewalk before running to her best friend, locking him a hug that sent them both tumbling to the ground.

"I missed you," Mitchie murmured with a laugh into Travis' shoulder. She was positive they were receiving stares from passersby as they laid in a heap on the ground, but it didn't matter one bit.

"You know I missed you, too," Travis said in the soothing voice his friend adored, "but I'm going to sit up, okay?" He shifted until he was upright, Mitchie's head resting gently in his lap.

"That was way too long to be away from each other," Mitchie sighed as she studied the leaves hanging above her. She hadn't seen Travis in over a week as they were preoccupied with their finals, and it was only the third time in their friendship they'd been apart for so long.

"I know, and now you're going to be gone for who knows how long."

"Hmm?" Mitchie asked curiously, no clue in her mind as to what her friend meant.

"Shane hasn't asked you yet? Shit." Travis looked away, realizing he'd said some things that should've been left quiet.

"What did you just say?" Mitchie questioned, but Travis shook his head defiantly; his lips were officially sealed. Her face twisted into a scowl, and she placed a firm hand on either side of his face as she sat up quickly.

"You have to tell me."

"I can't, Mitch; it's nothing of mine to tell."

"Travis and Shane keeping a secret from me, that's rich!" Mitchie laughed. "I didn't know either of you had it in you." She lowered her eyes into slits and glared at Travis, trying to intimidate the answers out of him.

"Hey, knock it off, alright?" Travis wasn't about to crumble; he'd built up a resistance to most of Mitchie's begging techniques. He reached up to brush a blade of grass from her hair and faked a pout, trying to antagonize her.

"Am I interrupting something?" Shane's voice suddenly hit the pair's ears, pulling them out of the moment.

"Nope!" Travis gave Mitchie one last look that warned her to keep her mouth shut before allowing Shane to help them both to their feet.

"What are you doing here a day early?" Mitchie threw her arms around her boyfriend's neck, momentarily forgetting the secret swirling about in the air. It had been six months since she reunited with Shane, and things were going far better than the first time. He had kept every promise he made, seeing her constantly and calling every night they weren't together. She loved him-she always had of course, but the feeling grew stronger with each passing day.

"Well, I wanted to surprise you when you got out of class," Shane sighed, his mouth just an inch or two away from Mitchie's ear. "But I got here late, as always. I'm sorry, baby." Timeliness had never been one of his strong suits, and he always felt so guilty when it had any sort of effect on her.

"Just seeing you after this past week is more than good enough," Mitchie assured. She could feel Shane's fingers tickling the small strip of skin exposed between where her shirt ended and her jeans began, and she wished she could have him right then and there.

"I have something I want to talk to you about," Shane said as he pulled away from Mitchie. "It's nothing bad, I swear!" He mistook the look she was giving him for apprehension, but she was simply wondering what the big secret was. She looked over at Travis, and he gave her a nod which said it was okay for her to go.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Are you sure, Travis? We didn't get to spend any time together…" Mitchie never wanted to be in the position where she had to choose between her best friend and her boyfriend, yet there she stood.

"I promise it's alright, you need to go! I see you more than Shane normally does, anyway."

"Thanks, man," Shane said with a wave in Travis' direction before taking Mitchie by the hand. "Come on baby, we can talk in your room."

"I'll call you later," Mitchie offered Travis before allowing Shane to pull her away in the direction of her dorm. They walked hand-in-hand across the crowded courtyard with smiles on their faces, skillfully ignoring the stares they received. Over the past six months it had become common knowledge that the two were dating, but there were always people around that couldn't resist ogling a celebrity and his girlfriend. The attention really didn't phase Mitchie-she'd already had a taste of it when they were younger-and on that afternoon every bit of her concentration belonged to Shane. She felt as if she was floating on air as they climbed the stairs to her room, and she didn't mind how silly it all seemed. It was hard to believe she still felt so lightheaded and drunk off of love in his presence, but it never seemed to change.

"Home, sweet home, huh?" Shane joked as Mitchie turned her key in the lock, swinging the door open.

"Yeah, right! I've been trapped in here studying for the past two weeks; the sight of this room makes me sick." Mitchie scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out at the thought.

"Well, it sounds like you could use some fresh air then."

"Why in the world did you drag me all the way up here if you think I need fresh air??" Mitchie was beyond confused as she watched Shane take a seat on her bed; why was he making absolutely no sense?

"I didn't mean right this second," Shane explained. "But how about next week?"

"I still have no clue what you're talking about," Mitchie huffed.

"Come here." Shane reached out and wrapped his arms around Mitchie's waist as she stood above him, pulling her close until his head was resting gently against her stomach. "Brown wants both of us to be counselors at Camp Rock this summer." He knew it was a pretty big bombshell he'd just dropped on her, but he wasn't sure how else to go about presenting the idea.

"You mean just like that, so short notice? Shane, I was supposed to try and get some sort of job this summer so I don't have to spend next school year completely broke! Besides, am I even qualified enough to do that sort of thing?" All of Mitchie's concerns flew out at once when Shane finished speaking; one of them needed to be the voice of reason, and it looked like she was going to be it.

"Of course you're qualified! My uncle says you're one of the most talented campers he's ever seen, after me, that is," Shane laughed. "Baby, you know you never have to worry about money, but being a counselor is a paying job." He was spinning the idea so perfectly, leaving Mitchie with just a few reservations.

"I don't know, Shane…"

"What reason do you have to say 'no?' I'll be there, Jason and Nate will be there, and your mom will be there, too! Travis promised he'd come visit, and you'll be getting paid, so please just come with me. It'll be like the good old days!" Shane's persuasive nature never failed to surprise Mitchie, and he certainly made some good points.

"Wait, not only did you manage to involve my mom in this, you got Travis to tolerate you long enough to plan everything? I'm definitely impressed!" Mitchie exclaimed. It was no secret that Travis had never really cared for Shane, always remaining a bit suspicious of their sudden reunion.

"You're a hard girl to keep a secret from," Shane admitted. "But Travis loves you as much as a I do, so he was a big help."

"Probably more, actually," Mitchie corrected with a grin.

"Absolutely not possible! You are my every dream come true, and I mean it. So quit changing the subject, are you going to come with me?" Shane stuck his bottom lip out in the best pout he could muster. Mitchie let out a little sigh and took another moment to contemplate, weighing all the pros and cons.

"How could I say no to all of that?"

"That's my girl! This summer will be one you'll never forget," Shane promised. "So, how about we spend a little time together before we've got Brown and a hundred kids hovering over us twenty-four seven?" He gave Mitchie a seductive wink before pulling her into bed with him.

The next week seemed to fly by in a flash, and before she knew what had hit her Mitchie was pulling into Camp Rock. Shane gripped her hand securely as their chauffeured car made its way through the entrance, the first of the arriving campers staring with wonder at the dark tinted windows.

"Hmm…four years and it all looks the same," Mitchie observed as the car came to a stop. "Different campers, of course, but everything else is normal. Fresh air, pine trees, tons of obsessed Connect Three fans." She exhaled sharply as she watched the clusters of young girls that had formed to point at the car, remembering exactly what troubles Shane's fame had provided in the past.

"Mitchie, it's fine! This time we're counselors; we run this place!" Shane smiled with confidence as he helped Mitchie out the car door.

"Well, my boy, I think the job description of 'running this place' belongs to me, but I could always use your help." A strong voice appeared behind the pair, hitting their ears with an accent they could never forget.

"Uncle Brown! I was just joking," Shane turned and said, fibbing a tiny bit. He gave his uncle a hearty handshake and then wrapped an arm around Mitchie, pushing her forward slightly as if he was presenting her.

"Ah, there's Mitchie! Shane told me you two were back together, but that was something had to see for myself; after all, you're all he's talked about for the last four years." Both Shane and Mitchie felt the burn of blush creep up on their cheeks, embarrassed by the candid way Brown spoke of their relationship.

"I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity," Mitchie said, brushing off the previous statement. "It feels really good to be back here." Her eyes drifted across the scenery for a moment before returning her gaze to Shane and his uncle.

"It's my honor to have you here, my dear! This camp hasn't seen such talent since you and Connect Three attended; these campers are going to learn a lot from you. Well, enough chit-chat, we have a lot to do!" Brown waved the driver off with Mitchie and Shane's luggage. "I'll show you your cabins later, but we've got to head to the main office first." He took off down the nearest path, leaving the couple scrambling to match his fast pace.

It only took a few minutes for the three to arrive at the large building which served as the main office, a place Shane knew like the back of his hand; he'd spent a majority of his summers at the camp in the office, usually being scolded by Brown or another counselor. Mitchie walked into the crowded room first, a smile growing across her face as she spotted its other occupants.

"You're finally here!" Nate exclaimed, giving his ever-present watch a quick glance before pulling Mitchie into a hug.

"We got stuck in traffic, and our plane was late," Shane explained.

"Is that Shane and Mitchie?" Jason heard the commotion, pushing his way across the room towards the pair. "Oh, my God, it is! It's about time, you guys!" He hurried over and peeled Mitchie away from Nate, engaging her in a hug of his own. His embrace was soft and comfortable, one she hadn't felt in over a month but had missed terribly.

"Hey," Shane spoke, trying to ignore the thought that Mitchie and Jason had lingered in their hug just a second too long. "Can I have my girlfriend back?" The pair let out a chuckle in unison before they burst apart.

"Well, I'm glad we could get the family reunion out of the way," Brown injected himself back into the conversation. "I need to borrow Shane and Mitchie for their instructor photos, so shoo for now, boys." He waved off Jason and Nate, who slumped off begrudgingly, presumably in the direction of their own cabins.

"I'm not really dressed to take pictures," Mitchie lamented.

"And didn't I have to take one of those last time I was here?" Shane mirrored Mitchie's reluctance, his vain desire to participate in photo shoots having long since faded.

"But my children," Brown laughed. "You two are Camp Rock's golden couple! You've got plenty of fans running around, both of you! This picture will be the center piece, for all the kids to admire." He motioned to adjoining wall which stood covered in photos of counselors both past and present.

"Fine, fine, but just one," Shane groaned.

"Go ahead, pose!" Brown commanded as he guided the couple in front of the camera and tripod that had been placed hear a corner of the room. Shane rolled his eyes before taking his spot behind Mitchie, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.

"Oh come on, Shane, this is going to look like a bad prom picture!" Mitchie glanced down at Shane's hands, his fingers locked together at the front of her.

"Well cool, I never went to prom!" Shane exclaimed, displaying a grin as his uncle snapped the photograph. "Relax, baby, this summer is going to be one we'll never forget!" He made the promise for the second time that week, unaware of just how right he would prove to be.