A/N: Thanks to the people who read my first fanfic ever! Hope you all liked it! I am REALLY sorry that it has taken me so long to update! I had a bit of a crazy time over Christmas as my Nan died and we ended up going to England for the funeral and things have only just recently got back to normal, then a review popping up in my email reminded me of this story...

Disclaimer: In my DREAMS I own Camp Rock, but in my dreams I'm also Joe's wife, so we all know how credible my dreams are!! :D

Mitchie sat on the suede cream sofa, the piece of paper she got last night in her left hand. The cordless phone in her right. She kept entering the same number over and over again, 555 0149, then clearing it.She just couldn't bring herself to press the little green phone button. She decided to do something else while she argued with herself. She stood up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. Placing two slices of bread into the toaster, she turned and flicked the coffee percolator on. George would be coming downstairs any moment now, and she wanted to have some breakfast ready for him when he did. She turned round as she heard footsteps shuffling through the lounge.

"Good Morning, Mitchie" George said as he placed his briefcase on the kitchen counter. "Morning" she replied, smiling at him. He knotted his tie around his neck and slipped on his suit jacket. As he poured himself out a strong black coffee, Mitchie buttered him up a slice of toast. She handed it to him on a plate. "Thanks" he mumbled, having already taken a giant chunk off the slice.

"So, what are you going to do today?" he asked her, referring to her day off of work. She shrugged her shoulders, "I dunno, I might just go get a bit of retail therapy". She took a bite out of her own piece of toast. She couldn't understand why she didn't tell George about Shane, but something in the back of her mind told her that it was too early in the day to start talking about her ex. He laughed at her. "So I go to work to earn all the money, and you get to go to the shops and spend it!"

"Ahh, der, what do you think I'm with you for!?" she joked in reply. With that, he stood up. "Well, I better get to that money earning then!" he smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "I may be a little late tonight" he told her. She nodded, "Ok then". When she heard the click of the latch, she threw herself down on the couch again. Ok, this can't be that hard. Mitchie thought to herself. Just punch in the number and PRESS THE DAMN BUTTON!!!! The next thing she new, the phone was at her ear, the echo of the ringing much louder than she had ever noticed.

"WHAT?!" a sleepy voice grunted at her as she was about to hang up. "Uhhh, hi, I was, ahhh, wondering if I could speak to a Mr, Gray please?" Mitchie asked nervously. "You're speaking to him, what you want?" he replied tensely. "Umm, Shane. It's Mitchie." She mumbled. The phone line went silent. For a minute, all Mitchie could hear was her own heavy breathing. "Shane, you still there?" she asked. "Mmm-hmm" was the reply that she got. "Do you want to meet up for coffee today?" She instantly regretted what she had said, and wished that she could take back the words. What on earth was she thinking, she had gone 16 years without him, and she had spent the majority of those years wishing she could be with him. Why would she want to drag up these feelings now, when she was engaged to be married in 4 weeks? "Ok" he replied.

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Mitchie walked towards the coffee house, smoothing out her skirt as she did so. She saw him waiting out the front at one of the small tables. When he saw her approaching, he stood up. She looked at him and was shocked at what she saw. She could have sworn that they were the clothes he was wearing the night before, and in the daylight, he appeared even more drawn than he had seemed in the bar. As she came within reach of him, she smiled half-heartedly. "Hi Shane" she said stiffly, holding out her hand to shake his. He grabbed it and shook back, and the smell of stale alcohol hit Mitchie in waves. They both sat down placing orders with the waitress. And then they started talking. They talked about everything to do with Mitchie, but made no mention of Shane's life. But Mitchie didn't seem to notice. What she did notice was that there was something off, something not right, about this Shane Gray. He was different from the Shane that Mitchie knew many moons ago.

I know, bit of a short one, but I'm trying to get back in the groove of the story, so forgive me!! Reviews would be lovely!! xx