So I feel I have to explain…I haven't updated in ages because life has been getting in the way, I'm sure all of you can relate. I glanced back at this story and realised I've lost the desire to write it, but I will never leave a story unfinished because I think it's cruel and horrible ;) So I'm wrapping everything up in this chapter; yes it's rushed, and yes my writing is a bit rusty, but I've tried the best I can. I'm not giving up on writing-I never will-I'm just done with this story. If you liked it you can alert me so when I do other stories and stuff you'll know. That's pretty much all I wanted to say, so I hope you like it!

Disclaimer-I don't own anything but my laptop and brain.

The end

"What's going on?" Shane demanded, his short temper making itself present.

"Nothing," Mitchie denied his implicit accusation vehemently, "What are you talking about?" The brunette cringed at her octave higher than usual voice which contradicted everything she was saying.

Shane raised an eyebrow and surveyed Mitchie coolly, making said person feel very exposed. "I'm not stupid." He stated sharply; his crossed arms and stiff posture telling Mitchie that he was challenging her. "And I hate liers." Shane spat, evidently bored of the conversation, turning on his meticulously scuffed converses and stalking down the shaded path.

"No Shane wait!" Mitchie called desperately, scrambling after her favourite rockstar. "I'm not lying!" Shane wheeled around, his jaw clenched tightly, causing Mitchie to almost slam into his chest, the near miss making her stumble.

"Oh no? Then why have you been sneaking around? Running off, forgetting we made plans and being all secretive?" Shane growled, fed up of a life of being misled and lied to, of people always wanting something off him. Mitchie opened her mouth to explain, but realised she couldn't without proving she had lied to him, and closed it in shame. "You know I really thought you were different, I thought you cared about me. Now I realise all this bullshit about you loving me, was just another lie! Now you can run off and tell popinformer magazine that you slept with Shane Grey and have your 15 minutes of fame. I'm done with you!" Despite his angry tones, the hurt laced his harsh words and Mitchie forced to keep the tears from dripping down her face.

"Shane you know I would never do that! How could you even say that?" Mitchie pleaded, a salty tear falling from her heartbroken eyes, followed by a steady stream that could not be stemmed.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Shane growled lividly, "Don't cry when you did this!" Shane gripped Mitchie's upper arm tightly, showing her through touch his fuming anger at her, especially since he hated tears. He could not stand girls crying. Mitchie just shook his hand off and wrapped her arms around herself, cursing herself for not just telling him the truth. Shane clenched his jaw as he observed the quietly crying girl and was surprised to find underneath all the anger, there was hurt too. But typical to his character, he was not merciful so, in a last fit of anger, delivered the lowest blow he could: "Forget it, you're not even worth it. I can find some other whore to screw." And left.

The next few days were spent in misery for the two people involved in the lovers' quarrel. Shane chose to exert his anger by being foul to his dancing class and refusing to do anything but sit locked away in his room playing upon his guitar as if his life depended on it. Mitchie on the other hand, did all the other camp activities, but with a subdued spirit which did not become her. Her eyes were dull and teary and she could not be in the same room as Shane, instead choosing to either skip dance class or hide right at the back behind Caitlyn.

Finally Caitlyn had had enough; she went to find Nate.

Nate wandered down to the lake, hoping Shane would be there since his cabin was deserted. He spotted a familiar figure hunched over his guitar, partly sheltered by an upturned canoe and paused, unsure of whether he should be interrupting Shane's music time. Nate took a deep breath, ran a hand through his mob of chocolaty curls and walked over to Shane with a confidence that was faked.

"Shane," Nate greeted softly, dropping onto the sand next to Shane and crossing his legs underneath him. Shane sighed but didn't tell Nate to get lost, with he took as a good sign.

"Can I see it?" Nate gestured to the piece of paper which Shane was scribbling on. Shane shrugged, faking indifference, and Nate took the paper delicately knowing it was precious no matter what façade Shane as wearing.

I get a rep for breaking hearts
Now I'm done with superstars
And all the tears on her guitar
I'm not bitter
Now I see everything I'd ever need
It's the girl in front of me
She's much better

You, I wanna fly with you
Tear up the sky with you
You're much better
You, I wanna fight with you
Make up tonight with you
You're much better

Now I've got some enemies
And they're all friends suddenly
BFFs eternally
But I'm not bitter
I believe that the road that people lead
Helps you find the one you need
You're much better, yeah

You, I wanna fly with you
Tear up the sky with you
You're much better, you're much better, girl
You, I wanna fight with you
Make up tonight with you
You're much better

You, I wanna fly with you
Tear up the sky with you
Oh, you're much better
You, I wanna fight with you
Make up tonight with you
Oh, you're much better, you're much better, girl

Oo-oo-oo, you
You, you
I wanna fight with you
Oh, you're much better, you're much better, girl

You
You
You, you're much better
You
You
You, you're much better

"It's called Much Better. It's not finished but-"

"It's really really good." Nate lifted his mocha orbs to meet Shane's unveiled, nervous ones, "Really good." He glanced down at the page once more before handing it back to Shane, "Maybe we could use it for our next record-I mean if you'd like to?" Nate held his breath:

"I'd like that," Shane smiled softly, shyly, genuinely; Nate's heart lifted.

They sat for a couple of minutes in a comfortable silence-with the soothing lapping of the waves at the shore the only noise-that reminded them both of the good days. Regrettably Nate opened his mouth to break the quiet, but Shane, surprisingly, beat him to it. "I'm sorry, you know for all the problems I've caused you and Jase. It wasn't fair for me to jeopardize your careers just because I was being a spoilt brat, you worked too hard for them, and-well-I'm just sorry." Shane spoke quickly, his eyes boring a hole in his converses.

"Shane Grey, apologizing!" Nate joked, coaxing a small, but slightly sad, smile out of Shane. "But for the record, we forgive you, fame can be crazy sometimes and turns even the best of us wild." Shane allowed a small smile to ghost over his lips and Nate sighed internally, now onto the real reason he had come down to talk to Shane.

"What's happened to you man?" Nate asked seriously but Shane just shrugged dejectedly.

"She's just as miserable as you are!" Shane, predictably, lifted his head with a look in his eyes which resembled interest.

"Who?" Shane feigned innocence but the life in his eyes gave it away to his band mate.

"Mitchie," Nate said with a small smile playing on his rosy lips, making his cheeks dimple in a cute fashion.

"What? How did u-" Shane rambled with a half panicked and half angry expression on his face. Nate was hoping he had already gotten over his anger at whatever Mitchie had done to hurt him, but seeing he hadn't Nate just wished he could see clearly through his anger.

"-C'mon man, you look like you want to kill something and Mitchie looks like she's about to burst into tears every time you're near. It really wasted that hard to work out." Shane just refused to comment, folding his arms over his toned chest and staring determinedly out at the lake. "But I know underneath all that anger you're hurting, so clearly she meant something to you too." Nate stood up, hoping that his words had got through to Shane and he could deliver good news to Caitlyn who was really worried about Mitchie- "Go talk to her man." With a lingering pat on the shoulder, he was gone.

Despite Nate's best efforts, Shane was still angry at Mitchie-although some of it had ebbed away to leave a raw feeling of pain and loss-leaving him still glaring at her and Mitchie avoiding him at all costs.

Mitchie sat down on a log next to Caitlyn and Lola at the end of the campfire jam, huddling under the blanket that was spread across all of their shoulders. Her guitar sat propped up at her feet; she had just finished an angry song about love that had challenged her fellow campers' views of her and surprised them, but it had not been unappreciated as it highlighted the violent and painful side to love that was happily-and foolishly-ignored by many.

Mitchie saw him emerge from the shadows; their eyes locked, gaze frozen on each other, for a nanosecond. It was Mitchie who tore her eyes away from her ex-lover first-then quietly exited the circle, unnoticed by most campers. As soon as she was in the cover of the trees she started to run, pumping her small legs as fast as she could so that they would carry her away from the heartbreak and pain that boy's stare caused her.

Shane watched as Mitchie abandoned her friends and the campfire, taking refuge in the woods, rather than be in the same place as him. When his heart started to hurt he realised he needed to do something. He glanced at Nate, who gave him an affirmative nod and an encouraging smile, before striding over to Caitlyn, swinging Mitchie's guitar onto his back and running after her without a word. Shane slowed his footsteps as he neared Mitchie's darkened figure, standing on the edge of the dock.

"Why are you here?" Shane recoiled as Mitchie unrecognisable bitter tone cut through the air.

Shane came to a stop next to the petit brunette and laid her guitar at her feet, as a peace offering, "You left your guitar."

"Why are you here?" Mitchie repeated again, but Shane knew he meant the real reason, he should have known she would not be fooled by his excuse.

"I miss you." Shane whispered, shuffling closer to Mitchie. He was surprised by how much it hurt when Mitchie wrapped her arms around herself in a protective manner, protection from him.

Mitchie closed her eyes to still the tears, "What does it matter?"

Now Shane was confused, where was his sweet loving Mitchie gone? "Of course it matters. Do you miss me?"

"What kind of a question is that?" Mitchie spat out, trying-and failing-to inject venom into her words.

"A simple one. Do you miss me?" Shane insisted, feeling calm despite his racing heart. The anger was slowly dissolving as he uncovered how much this one person meant to him.

"Of course I do you idiot!" Mitchie hissed, "But you shouldn't miss me, I'm just another one of your whores remember."

"Mitchie…" Shane implored, wincing when she through his harsh words back in his face. He reached for her hand but Mitchie snatched it away.

"Go fuck with someone else; I'm not in the mood." Mitchie growled, snatching her guitar and attempting to make a quick getaway.

But Shane was faster, he gripped her forearms thus anchoring her to her spot. "You're the one who's been lying to me!" He spat back, getting tired of being blamed for everything. His onyx orbs bore into her face, as her eyes with darting around, looking everywhere but his face.

"I'm sorry ok! For once I just wanted to fit in, for someone to like me. And I'm sorry I was too ashamed to tell a millionaire superstar that the only way I could afford to come to this camp was by helping my mum in the kitchen!"

"Mitchie..." Shane was at a loss to reply to her little speech.

"Just leave me alone, ok?" Mitchie struggled to free herself from Shane's iron grip, disliking what their skin on skin contact was doing to her heart.

"I don't want to." Shane bent his head and whispered into her ear, causing chills to slither down her spine.

"Shane, please, I just..." Mitchie tried to sort out her jumble of feelings and the conflict between her heart-with was begging her to kiss him despite the consequences-and her brain which was telling her to get the hell away from him.

But Shane just ignored her words, focusing on the tingle that rushed through his body whenever he touched Mitchie. So he coaxed her chin up so her eyes were forced to meet his, causing a surge of energy and excitement to course through their bodies. He lent down and fused his lips to Mitchie's, sighing into the kiss at the pure bliss of it. The kiss started off slow and gentle but Mitchie's resolve broke as his tongue slid into her mouth, winding her arms around his neck and pressing her body close to his.

When they broke apart for air, Shane rested his forehead on Mitchie and stared into her uncertain eyes. He took a deep breath and whispered with a smile on his lips, "Mitchie, I really like you. I like you more than any other girl I've ever met. And it scares me, terrifies me, but I want to be with you."

Mitchie eyes went wide with hope, "Mitchie Torres, will you go on a date with me?"

"Yes," Mitchie breathed, "Oh yes Shane, yes!" Mitchie giggled before pressing her lips to his once more. That night when they disappeared back to Shane cabin and continued with their normal festivities, something had changed. The next morning when Shane woke up with his arms wrapped tightly around Mitchie, there was something different that sparkled in his eyes.

That thing, was love.

So thanks for reading this story guys, I appreciate it. Will you leave me one last review to tell me your thoughts on the story as a whole, the ending and everything? Shameless I know but I would really like to know.

And to end…PEACE OUT SUCKAAASSS

I don't know why I felt the need to say that lol.

Byeeeee x