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If there was one moment that Mitchie Elena Torres wished she could freeze and then bottle up forever, it had to be that one. His lips melted against hers and her eyelids fluttered shut and her heart was racing and it was that moment. The one everyone talks about. The one that everything else in your life has to compare to. And when the pressure lessened and he eased his lips away from hers and her eyelids opened hesitantly, he was still there. Smiling. At her.

"Second times the charm," she breathed out, still subconsciously staring at his lips.

"We should probably try it a third, just to be sure," he murmured. And then his lips were back on hers and she felt the same sensations rush through her. Would it be like this forever? Was kissing Shane always this euphoric bliss? And when she parted her lips and his tongue traced the seam of her mouth, she knew that yes. It was always going to be this way.

Eventually they parted again, both of them breathing a little heavier. It was a great feeling and Mitchie couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face.

"Thanks," Shane said softly.

"For what?"

He shrugged.

"For listening to me. For giving me another chance."

Mitchie pretended to think about it for a second. "You did give me a pretty convincing argument."

"And I sang you a song," he teased.

"A cover song."

"It was still pretty great."

"Yeah," She smirked. "It was pretty great."

She looked down at their hands that were entwined as Shane played with her fingers. She couldn't help the blush that came naturally. She was really here, with Shane Gray. And oddly enough, it wasn't his celebrity status that had her questioning reality. It was the fact that she was with a guy she really, truly liked, and he liked her back. And he didn't boss her around of make fun of her dreams or do anything that Joey used to do. He was perfect for her.

"So now what?" Shane asked hesitantly.

"That's a pretty loaded question, Gray." She wasn't actually sure what he was asking – what's next for them as a couple, for that night, for the rest of camp, what?

"I want you in my life," he said simply.

"I'm here for as long as you want me."

"Might be a long time."

"I might be up for that."

"Oh, really?"

He was getting closer with every word, and Mitchie's heart started to thump in anticipation.

"Maybe," she whispered, just as he closed the distance between them.

She got lost in their own world for a few moments, until the door behind them flung open.

She turned quickly, expecting the worst. It could have been Caitlyn, running to warn them; Kylie, there to destroy her; even Brown would have been awkward enough. Instead, it was a flushed blonde girl whom Mitchie had seen around camp a few times, and a tall red headed boy, holding hands and looking contrite.

"Sorry, didn't realize…sorry," the girl mumbled, pulling the guy away, who was a little more confused than her.

"That was Shane Gray!" The boy whispered loudly as he followed his girlfriend's lead.

Mitchie and Shane shared a guilty look, with Mitchie closing her eyes quickly, embarrassed.

"So, I guess that's out now," Shane smirked.

"You can go, if you have to."

"I'm not going anywhere without you."

Her eyes peeked open.

"No?"

"I kind of hated myself last time I walked away after kissing you. I'm not going to do it again."

He held his hand out for hers and Mitchie felt something shift. Their entire relationship was going to be different after they walked out of this cabin. Was she ready? Was he ready? Were they ready?

Yes, to all of the above.

She slipped her hand into his and he tugged her up from the bench a little harder than necessary, causing her to stumble into him. He wrapped his arms around her, gave her that look that made her insides melt, and kissed her slowly and sweetly.

"We're going to be just fine, Mitchie Torres. Just you wait and see."

That was just what she intended to do.

They made their way slowly back to the pseudo-Jam, holding hands and strolling in between the cabins. They weren't sure whether that couple went and told everyone they knew or if they continued their search for a secluded cabin, but they didn't want to rush either way.

The cafeteria was still bustling and alive with people milling around both inside and out. Mitchie could see through the windows that it had picked up a bit more, and Caitlyn was dancing like nobody's business. Nate was standing a little bit to the side, smiling and watching her with pride in his eyes. She attempted to get him to come to the middle and dance with her but each time he just shook his head and smiled at her.

"He's not that much of a dancer," Shane whispered in Mitchie's ear, spotting what she was watching with rapt attention.

"But in your concerts…"

"He can dance, but he doesn't usually do it."

"Unlike me, who can't dance, but is usually coerced into trying anyways."

"I don't know, I think you have a good teacher who can show you some moves. What do you say?" He nodded to the mess hall, tugging her hand. "Let's go prove to everyone that they are getting their money's worth with those dance classes."

She had absolutely no urge to get in there and fall on her ass, but she was still basking in the glow of Shane's presence and couldn't help the smile on her face and she reluctantly nodded.

"Mitchie!" Caitlyn flung her arms around the girl as she walked in, apologizing for her sweatiness and making other vague remarks about her and Shane. Mitchie just smiled and nodded until something caught her attention.

"Wait, what was that about Kylie?"

"Oh, they're having some sort of intervention! It was awesome. I switched cups so she had one with that gross syrup in it, and then she got sick and your mom heard, and I told her that there was a rumor of her being bulimic in high school but I didn't think it was true but then they found the empty bottle in her pocket and they're having like a full blown after school special with her now. Brown says she might not be able to perform in Final Jam because she's been damaging her vocal chords so much and he can't encourage that anymore."

She got all that out in a few breaths but Mitchie had never been so grateful for her ability to speak at 100 words per minute before. Could she really be that lucky? Could both Tess and Kylie be out of Final Jam, leaving her not only with an opportunity to win, but the opportunity to play without something awful happening? She didn't want to jinx herself, but she felt the burgeoning hope within her.

"Hey, I was promised a dance," Shane broke through her reverie with his gentle, teasing voice.

"With Mitchie?" Caitlyn asked incredulously. Even she knew what a klutz she was on the dance floor, with or without the help of other campers.

"Yeah, you should probably dance with Caitlyn if you're looking to impress people," she pointed out.

"I want to dance with my girl, if that's okay."

Her face – and body – heated up with his words and she nodded shyly and let him pull her onto the dance floor. She chanced a glance behind her and saw Caitlyn freaking out.

"My girl?" Caitlyn mouthed to her, despite Nate trying to pull her away.

"I know!" Mitchie mouthed back, trading a grin with the girl that had quickly become her best friend.

"You ready for this?" Shane asked, spinning her to face him.

"If I said no, would you let me go sit down?"

"Not a chance."

The two were smiling so brightly at each other that they could have lit up the entire mess hall. It didn't matter that Mitchie knew she was going to embarrass herself (and Shane, if she were being honest), but she was having fun, and for Camp Rock, that was saying a lot.

If Shane hadn't been her dance teacher, she would have been really concerned that his idea of dancing was mindlessly grinding up against anything of the opposite sex. She was guilty of doing that a time or two – who wasn't? – but her mom worked at the camp, and she had no plans for her to ever see her get that intimate with a boyfriend, clothed or not.

That brought a whole 'nother realm of thought to Mitchie. Her mom. Would she approve of Shane? She really did have her heart set on her and Joey growing up and getting married and popping out 2.5 kids. She knew her dad liked Shane, though, so maybe he could get her to see reason.

"I don't know what's going through your mind right now," Shane whispered in her ear, interrupting her reverie. "But don't worry about it. Just dance!"

And that was all it took. He spun her out and brought her back in, catching her hands in his, and she was lost.

They danced for hours, Shane and Mitchie. Caitlyn and eventually Nate joined in too, and she was happy to see Jason doing his own wacky dance moves as well. She was laughing and having a great time, letting Shane showcase his own moves occasionally, with him allowing her to draw him out a little with some of her own crazy dances. Other dancers surrounded them, but she noticed that they kept their distance – the reality of Connect 3 still being a somewhat novel concept to them.

They eventually stumbled out of the mess hall, drunk on summer and friendship, all holding hands and holding each other up. Mitchie had her fingers intertwined with Shane's and her elbow locked with Caitlyn and she was singing loudly with Jason as they left.

"Because you make me feel, you make me feel! You make me feel like a natural woman," she sang with her voice rich with soul and Jason's lower timbre fitting right in. She stopped to giggle when Nate shoved Jason off the path, laughing at him singing such a feminine song.

Shane was staring at her with eyes wide open and a small smile on his face.

"What?" She couldn't help the question that spilled out of her lips, still smiling brightly.

"You. Your voice is so incredible. It will be a tragedy if you don't win Final Jam."

"Psh," she blushed, brushing off his compliment. "I don't even know what I'm doing for Final Jam."

"About that…" Shane hedged.

"What? Do you know something about me that I don't?" She laughingly asked, rolling her eyes.

"Well, this past week, I kind of worked on something for you."

"You did?" She stopped walking now, dragging Caitlyn to a halt, leading to Nate and Jason unceremoniously stopping as well.

"Well, uh, yeah, sort of." He scratched the back of his neck, a sure sign that he was uncomfortable.

"Tell me more!" She looked so excited that she gave Shane the courage to continue.

"I mean, Caitlyn would have to do some producing on it, and I'm not even sure if you would want to, but I sort of made one of your songs…into a duet."

"…With you?" She asked slowly, and he couldn't tell if she was happy about that or pissed.

"It could be with any guy," he rushed to say, before noticing the way her face fell slightly. "But I wrote it with me in mind." She instantly brightened.

"But wait – can I even perform with you? Isn't that against the rules or something?"

"They don't usually have celebrity instructors," Nate explained. "There's nothing explicitly in the rules saying we can't perform together. They had initially wanted us to judge the competition, but then they said that as teachers, we would probably form favorites, and it wouldn't be fair."

"So who are the judges?" Caitlyn wondered.

"Two label executives and one talent agent. We've worked with the label guys, but not really the agent dude," Jason said.

"Can I hear the song?"

"If you want…"

"I want! If you guys say I can perform it and Caitlyn doesn't mind mixing it and you don't mind singing with me…I want!"

"Of course I'll produce it," Cait said in a mock-offended tone. "Who do you think I am? Sheesh!"

"Alright then…let's go make some music!"

Shane grinned down at Mitchie and couldn't resist dropping a chaste kiss on her lips. She just looked so alive and so happy and he was so happy – it was a moment he hadn't realized he had been waiting for.

"You two are adorable, really. Can we go make some music?" Cait teased good naturedly as she pulled the two along.

Slightly put out that she was having this much fun the last week of camp, Mitchie allowed herself to be dragged, holding tightly to Shane's hand. They had come this far together, why let go now?

Monday morning came too quickly for Mitchie. She had spent the rest of the weekend making music with her now closest friends, and she had enjoyed every second of it. She woke up early and refreshed though, and eager to see her friends again. She grinned at the thought; she was especially eager to see Shane. She had never felt like this with Joey - well, maybe in the beginning, but even then it was a muted, duller version of this. But she definitely didn't feel anything like this in the last year of their relationship. She had begun to associate the feelings of dread and trepidation with him, instead of the stomach fluttering goodness that Shane sparked inside of her. Her thoughts clouded briefly at the idea that Joey might be at Final Jam this coming weekend, but she pushed them from her mind. She had other, more important things to worry about, like how the rest of the camp was going to react to her and Shane being a couple. And then, after that – the world.

She got dressed easily enough (no major mishaps, which was sadly a rare occurrence for Mitchie Torres) and chose jean shorts, a black fluttery tank top that showed glimpses of her stomach if she moved in just the right way, and flat, black, over-the-knee boots, which she scrunched down to make them hit mid-calf instead. The over-the-knee aspect might be good if she was meeting Shane in the woods later, though.

She hurried off to the mess hall, determined to help her mom that morning, as she hadn't seen her much the past few days.

"Hey mom," she called out, letting the screen door slam behind her. She wasn't surprised to see Nate already there, putting his insulin back in the fridge. "Hey, Nate. How's it going?"

"Last week of camp," he pointed out with a rueful grin. "I don't know whether to laugh or to cry."

"Tell me about it," she said as she washed her hands and slipped on some gloves. "This entire camp experience has been an emotional rollercoaster for me!"

Nate scrubbed up too, all for lending his hands to the good cause of food. Mitchie spied a bowl full of dough with plastic wrap over it on a nearby counter and made her way to it, Nate following along dutifully.

"Morning, Mitchie – you know what to do with that, don't you?" Connie Torres fluttered by her daughter, not sparing her a glance.

"Uh, yeah, I guess…" she muttered to herself. She hadn't seen her mom for two days, really, and that was the greeting she got?

She unwrapped the bowl and the fresh scent told her that biscuits were on the menu that morning. She slapped the mound of dough onto the counter and handed Nate a rolling pin.

"All yours," she said, saccharine sweet.

"Gee, thanks."

She busied herself with getting out the appropriate pans and buttering them up, all the while casting her mom furtive glances. She had absolutely no idea what was eating her. Her mother seemed determined to not pay her attention, busying herself instead with pans upon pans of bacon, and Mitchie had to give up. She'd deal with that later.

She joined Nate with the dough, cutting circular rounds and then moving the biscuits onto pans, popping them into the oven with years of practiced experience.

"So, do you think the rest of the hooligans will join us this morning?" She asked Nate, surreptitiously trying to find out if Shane would be by earlier than classes.

"They were still sleeping when I left, but that was a while ago. Maybe." A pregnant pause, and then… "Have you seen Caitlyn?"

A grin spread across Mitchie's face. They were so cute.

"Not since last night. She opted to sleep in her own cabin, something about a midnight stroll…"

Nate flushed bright red, confirming Mitchie's thoughts. He had it bad.

"What are you going to do after camp?" She asked quietly. Her and Shane had an advantage in the fact that for a brief while, they would both be in L.A. She knew they were going on a tour in the fall – the tour that had been postponed due to Shane's previous 'attitude,' but she knew it was definitely happening. At least she would get a few weeks with him before he jetted off. She had no idea what Cait and Nate were planning.

"I'm not sure. I mean, I know I like her. I know I have liked her, for a really long time. She's only doing tutoring, so her schedule is flexible for a while. Maybe she might want to come to L.A. when we're prepping for tour…I don't know." He let out a huge sigh. "Do I sound too needy? I mean, we've only been dating for a few weeks."

"But you've been dancing around this for a few years. If she's worth it – and you know I think she's worth it – then I think you owe it to both of you to see where it goes. We both know that you and Caitlyn can swing the airfare. And I was going to ask her to come visit me for a few weeks, and I guess I can always allow you to see her…"

"Really? You were thinking of having her visit you?"

A combination of delight and excitement spread across Nate's face.

"Of course I was, Nate! She's my best friend!"

"Well, that's perfect! I mean, you can invite her and she won't be forced to do boring tour stuff with me all the time but I can still see her and please, you have to. You just have to!"

"Are you begging me right now, Nate Black? Because I've got to say – I kind of like it!"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say how much you like my bandmate begging you," a deep, concerned voice came from behind her. Mitchie whipped around and couldn't stop the smile that instantly appeared whenever she thought of Shane Gray. He sounded stern, but she could see the smile that was tugging the corners of his lips up, easing any worries she might have had about her "clandestine" conversation with Nate.

"Pretend all you want, Gray, but it's time for me and Mitchie to come clean…" Nate wrapped his arm around her, leaning his head against hers. "We just can't fight this feeling anymore."

"Oh, thank goodness. Shaney, now we don't have to hide!" Caitlyn came bounding in through the screen door, throwing her arms around Shane, looking up at him with adoration, complete with batting eyelashes.

"What about me?" Jason walked in, completely bewildered.

Mitchie pulled away from Nate, stretching their hands between them.

"Nate, it could never work…my heart belongs to Jason," she said dramatically, flinging her arm above her eyes. A true Scarlet O'Hara. All eyes drifted to Jason, who just gave two enthusiastic thumbs up.

They couldn't hold it in any longer, and the five of them burst into laughter, both girls running to Jason first, giving him a huge hug, before greeting their own Connect 3 guy. It was an unspoken rule between the two girls that they never let Jason feel like a third – or fifth – wheel. He was just as an important member of Connect 3 as the others, and they were determined for him to stay that way.

Mitchie stretched up to give Shane a light kiss, always aware of her mother's eyes, although she hadn't spoken a single word since they had acted out a scene of Camp Rock, the Soap Opera.

"Good morning," she murmured, ensconced in his arms.

"Good morning to you." He smiled a true Shane Gray smile, the one that couldn't be bought in a Seventeen magazine. It was for her and her only, and she relished in that fact every time she saw it. "I went to your cabin but you weren't there. I was going to walk you to breakfast."

"A true gentleman. Will wonders ever cease?"

"They will if you're not there to be suitably impressed with me."

"I will try harder, Mister Gray."

"That's the spirit." He felt his whole body lift with their silly little exchange. He was worried that if, or when, they got together, their whole dynamic would change. He was relieved beyond words to find that not only did it not change, but it just brought a whole new current to their teasing. Did he really find a girl that would indulge in his flirtatious banter, despite how lame? How lucky did he get?

"Mitchie, if you're not cooking, could you please move the social gathering into the mess hall?" Connie interrupted the group's morning chat rather abruptly.

Mitchie caught Caitlyn's eye and gave a small shrug. She had no idea what had gotten into her mom.

"Ooookay," she conceded, rounding up the group. "The biscuits are in the oven, the timers are set accordingly. We're just going to go…"

"Very good, thank you." Again, not even a glance.

The group went to the cafeteria through the connecting kitchen doors and sat at their usual table, only with Jason being the odd man out, sitting with his back to the caf. It was still too early for breakfast, so campers were trickling in at various intervals.

"That was weird," Mitchie mused over her orange juice. "I have no idea what that was about. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was mad at me."

"Have you done anything wrong?"

"I don't think so, Jason," she said wryly. He was the only one who could say things like that and have it somehow not come across offensive. "But you never know. She's probably still mad that I haven't 'come to my senses' and forgiven Joey."

"I will not be held accountable for my actions if he comes to Final Jam," Shane warned her. "He is scum, Mitchie."

"Don't I know it!"

"Maybe you should let Mitchie handle it, she did a pretty good job of it last time," Nate pointed out.

"Yeah, he probably can't have kids," Caitlyn snorted. All the guys at the table winced at the thought.

"And, I'm not an international superstar. People won't care if I go around inciting violence. They'd probably care if Connect 3 did."

"For now," Jason said mildly.

"Huh?"

"I just mean you're not an international superstar for now. After Final Jam, that will change. And, even if you don't win, you're still dating Shane. You probably shouldn't go around starting fights."

"An excellent point, Jase. I will try my hardest to not get into brawls." He seemed satisfied with that answer, and Mitchie smiled at Shane, who just rolled his eyes. It did make her wonder how her life would change if she was dating Shane. It was funny how in all the things leading up to that, she never once really considered the public ramifications of dating a popstar. It seemed obvious now that her life would be put on a certain level of display, but she really wasn't sure what would happen. Would she be some sideshow freak, on the cover of Us magazine, or would she be that quiet girl that Shane Gray is dating, never to be noticed, always expected to be dumped at a moment's notice.

Shane must have noticed the direction her thoughts were heading, because he nudged her gently with an elbow.

"Hey, just think of it like this – they'll be so happy that I'm not going around starting fights, they probably won't care at all if you do."

And just like that, her introspective mood was lifted. She was so grateful that he could poke fun at his former, sour-tempered self; she let that joy push away any thoughts of the might-be's of the future, and let herself enjoy the now.

Breakfast was eventually served, and everyone moaned appropriately at the biscuits ("Guys, I just cut them!") and kept the conversation light. However, Mitchie could feel every stare as it came her way, with more and more campers honing in on her and Shane.

"Why aren't people interested in you and Nate?" Mitchie whined petulantly. "I don't want to be talked about!"

"But everyone's just so good at that already," Cait teased. "They just kind of make fun of my clothes, but they're not even that good at that, so…"

"Hah hah."

Shane casually picked up her hand, which he had been holding onto underneath the table, and moved it above, for everyone to see.

"Are you sure?"

"I didn't care what people said before, when I had first met you, and I certainly don't care now." He actually sounded a bit affronted at that.

"If you're sure…"

His only response was to pick up their joined hands and place a kiss on the back of hers.

Production went easy enough – the kids in that class were too young to ever dare say something to her, and she's not sure how seriously she would have taken it even if they had. She had finished her final project the week before, having been more experienced with the software than the rest of the class, and instead chose to spend her time going over what Caitlyn had been working on for her that weekend.

Although, to be fair, Caitlyn had warned her that if she changed anything without her express permission, the consequences would be dire. Needless to say, her "going over" time was mostly devoted to her praising Cait's expertise and marveling over her work.

Vocal lessons were another story completely.

"Mitchie, a word?"

Brown had caught her outside the cabin before she went in, which was a surprise into itself. He was not usually that prompt for anything.

She detached herself from Cait (with a reassuring nod that she would be fine without her for five minutes) and moved aside to talk with Brown.

"So," Brown began, looking at her expectantly.

"…So." She didn't really know where he wanted to take this conversation.

"So, you and Shane?" He tried again.

"Oh!" Mitchie felt herself get red with embarrassment. Of course he wanted to talk about that! "I mean, yeah. Unless…that's a problem. I don't want to get in trouble or anything…"

"I wouldn't worry about anything like that, dear! Just don't do anything that I wouldn't do, and I suspect we're on the right path, don't you say?"

She actually couldn't say anything because she had no idea what he was trying to say. She nodded mutely.

"I'm very happy for you, though. You've done wonders for that nephew of mine and I'm not above saying he's done wonders for you, too."

"You…wanted to talk to me about Shane?" She was starting to get confused. If it wasn't a problem, then why would Brown bring it up?

"Well, yes and no. But the Shane thing was a good starting topic, wouldn't you say? I suppose the real reason I wanted to talk to you was about Final Jam. Do you…have something prepared?"

Wait, what?

"Kind of! I mean, I've been working with the boys, and they've been helping me and preparing stuff…"

"Oh, I did hear a whisper about you working with the boys. That's good, very good," he seemed to be talking to himself at this point, before coming back to the present. "Listen, poppet – don't sell yourself short. If I could give you one tip for Final Jam, that would be it. You have got a real shot at winning this, with or without the boys help. You've got a voice for the ages, you know that?"

"Huh?" Not her most eloquent, but she was taken aback.

"I'm serious. Dead serious. I know this hasn't been the most fun camp experience for you – don't look at me like that, I know it. But you've stuck it out and this is your time to shine. You're going to get there someday, regardless of who you are, but I wouldn't mind being your launching pad, you get what I'm saying?"

No.

"Sure, of course. You're my lily pad, got it. I'm just gonna…go." Mitchie closed her mouth before anything else garbled could come out of it and bolted for the door to the cabin. That was good, she thought. Convince him you're ready for the major leagues and stun him with your vocabulary, good job, Mitchie Torres.

"What was that about?" Cait whispered as Mitchie slid into her seat beside her, happy to note that neither Kylie nor Tess were in class.

"I think he just told me good luck? I don't know, exactly."

"Well, what did he say exactly?"

Mitchie relayed their conversation back, or at least what she could remember of it.

"Mitchie, he thinks you're going to win Final Jam!"

"Did you just hear a thing I said? Those words did not come out of his or my mouth. He was just wishing me luck. And some other stuff to do with Shane, but that wasn't important, I don't think."

"He was telling you that he wants you to be able to point to Camp Rock and say 'that's when I became a star! Right there!'"

"Wouldn't I do that anyway?"

"You are missing the big picture!"

"I think you are drawing your own picture!"

Brown chose then to stroll in, giving Mitchie a wink, causing Cait to nudge her, but not say anymore on the subject. At least for now.

"Doesn't that sound like he thinks she could really win Final Jam?"

Caitlyn was rehashing the story once more at lunch to the boys of Connect 3.

"We all think Mitchie could win!" Jason pointed out.

"Everyone except Mitchie," Caitlyn snorted.

"I think Cait's right, Mitch," Shane popped another fry into his mouth, looking at the girl that changed his world. "Brown doesn't say things he doesn't mean. And he isn't usually vocal about who his favorites are. He doesn't just think you could win Final Jam; he thinks you're about to be the next big thing."

"I think you are all reading way too much into this."

"Just think about it, if you get big and Camp Rock was the one to propel you into stardom, it would really reflect well on Brown and this entire place." Trust Nate to have the logical, business perspective.

"So you're saying Brown wants to use me."

"Now who's reading too much into this?" Cait teased lightly.

"He doesn't want to use you. He thinks you're going to win, Mitchie, and so do we."

"I don't know, it seems a bit iffy for me. He just got all dramatic and said that I had a 'voice for the ages,' or something."

"He said that?" Shane still had a small smile playing at his lips, but his whole demeanor changed.

"Yeah, although I'm sure I misunderstood that somehow too…"

"Mitch," Shane shook his head a little to clear it. "That's what Brown said to us. Right before we got signed. And that's what he said to Johnny J, and the Catskill Sisters," he said, referring to other past winners of Camp Rock who went on to be a successful rappers and folk musicians, respectively.

"Oh yeah!" Jason remembered, snapping his fingers. "He thinks that's his trademark or something! I forgot he said that!"

"Well, what if I don't win?"

"Mitchie…" Caitlyn began hesitantly. "What if you do?"