Author's note: I own nothing, except the plot line. All characters and all that jazz belong to Disney.

Summary: What will happen when Mitchie returns home from her long, eventful summer at Camp Rock? Will she stay in touch with Shane Gray? What about Caitlyn, Tess, and the rest of the Camp Rock gang? When Mitchie returns to school, she will realize that her summer at Camp Rock has put her popularity in the fast lane. Especially because of the fact that she has the phone numbers of Connect 3. :)

Tess Tyler glanced around her cabin one more time before closing the screen door gently. Her last two bags were in her hands, the other five... or, twelve, really, were already in the limo. She slowly descended the wooden steps, her mind racing.

Final Jam was last night, and she could still feel that knot in her stomach from when she had completely bombed her performance. The look on her mother's face had shown more than enough disappointment for one lifetime. Tess felt sick. Losing to Margaret? Not something she had been planning on. Who knew she was that talented. Not me, Tess thought guiltily. She had been so focused winning, she didn't pay her friends any attention.

Tess walked the narrow dirt path to the front of the camp. Only a few cars were left waiting. The bus, which had left earlier that morning, had been filled with plenty of laughing and joking. Tess silently wished she had been on the bus, instead of her limo, with no one but Pete, her driver, to keep her company on the four hour drive home.

"All set, Miss Tyler?" Pete asked with a tip of his hat. Tess threw her bags in the open trunk and slid into the seat, with out so much as a glance at her middle-aged driver. Pete closed the door and the trunk, then proceeded to the driver's seat. Tess leaned her head against the cool window. As Pete pulled out of the dirt driveway, Tess caught sight of Mitchie and her mother loading the catering van. Tess reached forward and knocked rapidly on the glass partition separating Tess from Pete. Pete braked and lowered the partition.

"Yes, Miss Tyler?" Pete asked, his crow's feet wrinkles stretching around his eyes as he gave his friendly smile.

Tess swallowed, her throat still scratching from crying so much. "Um, can I have a moment to say goodbye to someone?"

Pete nodded. "Of course. I'll be here," Pete said with a laugh. He unlocked the doors and Tess jumped out. She smoothed her lilac colored dress and tucked her blond hair behind her ears. She took a deep breath and walked around the back of the limo. She put on a smile and approached Mitchie and her mother.

Mrs. Torres cast a glance at Mitchie before half-heartedly smiling at Tess. "Hello, Tess. I thought you would have already left by now."

Tess shrugged. "What can I say? After almost three months of this place, you sort of get attached, you know?" Mrs. Torres turned to Mitchie.

"Sweetie, I have to go get the last of the supplies. I'll be back in a minute." Mitchie nodded and Connie went back into the mess hall, leaving her alone with Tess.

Tess sensed the uncomfortable situation. She cleared her throat. "So, Mitchie, you really did a great job at Final Jam. You should have won," Tess said, and she really meant. Mitchie was great and she deserved the attention that Tess had craved for so long.

Mitchie gave a small smile. "Thanks. I think Margaret was amazing, though. She really deserved to win. I didn't," Mitchie admitted awkwardly, running her fingers through her dark hair. "I spent the whole summer lying to everyone."

"You wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been such a jerk," Tess reminded her. "I guess I was kind of pressuring you, in a way."

"Yeah, you are kind of intimidating," Mitchie giggled. Tess smiled in agreement. The two stood for another minute until Connie came back outside, trying to balance seven boxes of kitchen utensils in one hand and a container of left over CD-shaped cookies in the other.

Tess ran forward to help her. "Do you guys need some help?" Tess offered, taking one of the boxes from Connie. Mitchie took another and used her free hand to open the back of the catering truck.

Connie piled the boxes in the last possible amount of empty space and pulled the door down. "We're all set, actually," Connie said, giving a small, pinched smile. She still hadn't forgiven Tess for framing her daughter for the whole charm bracelet thing.

Tess' smile fell. "Oh. Okay, well, I guess I'd better be going anyways. Thanks again for all the great food, Mrs. Torres. You could give my mother's personal chef a run for his money. You know, except for the whole carbs dilemma." Tess smiled and was relieved to see Mrs. Torres and Mitchie did as well. "Bye, Mitchie. Hopefully I'll see you next summer?"

Mitchie shrugged. "I don't know. We'll see." Mrs. Torres winked at her daughter to let her know that there was hope. Tess and Mitchie exchanged a somewhat awkward hug before Tess returned to her limo. Mitchie and her mother watched as the limo pulled away before getting into the catering truck.

"I still haven't forgiven that girl," Connie mumbled as she started the engine.

Mitchie stared at the camp sprawled out in front of the van. It seemed like it was only yesterday her parents announced she could go to Camp Rock. Who knew there was so much drama at music camp? Mitchie reached for her lyrics journal, in which she had scribbled all of her new friends' phone numbers on the back cover. She had promised to keep in touch with Caitlyn, Margaret, and Ella, and she had even snagged the Connect 3 members' personal cell numbers. Mitchie held the journal to her chest as they pulled out of Camp Rock.

So, as you can see, this isn't a one shot. I am in the process of writing a whole bunch of stories right now, but I couldn't resist!! Reviews if you like?

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