This Is Me

Based off the DCOM Camp Rock. I don't own any of the characters. I wish I owned the Jonas Brothers, but, alas...anyway. This starts up right after Final Jam is over. Please read and review.

Mitchie looked at him smiling gently. Shane glanced up, and his breath caught in his throat; her smile just did that to him. The sun was setting, and the sky looked like it was on fire. She leaned towards him.

"So why are we out here?" Mitchie asked, grinning. Shane rolled his eyes and kept paddling, continuing to go in circles.

"We're gonna talk, silly girl." He stated, dropping the paddles inside the boat and laying down. She looked confused, and he gestured for her to come down by him. Carefully, she crawled towards him, but hesitated.

"Lay down Mitchie. I'm not gonna hurt you; that is, unless you offend me." Shane teased, and tried to control his smile as she laid down beside him, head resting on his shoulder. As if by reflex, he wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer. Mitchie snuggled against him, heart beating quickly.

"What are we talking about?" She asked quietly, lifting her head to look into Shane's eyes. He glanced down at her, shrugging.

"Well, for one thing, my feelings for you. And I want you to be quiet, and only interrupt if it's really important, because I have a lot to say about you." He grinned, and she blushed. After a moment, she nodded, and closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest.

Shane took a deep breath, and began to speak. "Before I came here, I had problems. Attitude problems, which you probably knew from the press and all. And when I got here, I had those same problems...until I met you. When I saw you, covered in flour, telling me I was a jerk, I took it to heart. I never put it together that you were the girl singing. But then we met again, as friends. And I was rude to you, but you still sat there and listened and got to know me. You didn't fawn over me, which was different. And then...Tess outed you about your mom, and I was completely crushed. I figured you were lying to me, to get close and then go spill to the press everything I had said. But then I saw you in class. You looked just as crushed as I did, and I had hope, that maybe you were different."

Mitchie glanced up at him, grinning. "Good different." Shane explained, rolling his eyes, before continuing. "And then at Final Jam, I didn't find my voice, the one I had been looking for. So I decided right then, that things were still gonna change. If I couldn't have you or the girl with the voice, I was at least going to be a better person. And then...I heard the voice. And while I turned, I think I was praying it was you. You were standing there, singing your heart out, and I felt...I can't explain how happy I was. I was ecstatic that I had found both of you. When you kept singing with me, I fell for you. And I know you probably don't feel the same way, but that's okay, because I want to be in your life, if it's as your best friend, a brother-like figure, a mentor, or a boyfriend. I thought I had lost you after Beach Jam, and I wanted to die. But now, I can't even tell you how happy you make me. I can hear your heart beating, and it's the single most important sound in the world to me. I sense when you walk in a room, and I light up. You make me a better person Mitchie, and I'll always be here for you...are you okay?" Shane glanced down at Mitchie, who had her face buried in his chest, her heart pounding.

She nodded, and looked up at him. "You're amazing Shane Grey, you know that right?" Mitchie asked, a wide smile on her face. He tilted his head to the side.

"I've heard that once or twice. But never has it had the meaning it does now, coming from you." Shane whispered, hugging her tightly. She bit her lip and turned so she was resting on one arm. He turned as well, facing her. "You look serious." He murmured, smiling softly. She nodded, not meeting his eyes. He instantly became worried. "Oh shit, you don't feel the same way about me, and now I've totally screwed up everything we have, oh my God Mitchie, I won't ever say anything about it again!" Shane promised, and Mitchie giggled.

"Shane, I'm trying to figure something out. Now hush for a minute!" She cried, laughing. He nodded meekly, staring intently at her. "I can't think when you're staring at me like that, it makes me dizzy." She scolded, giggling again. He instantly shut his eyes, smiling slightly. "Shane." Mitchie breathed after a minute. He opened one eye, and she swatted him gently on the arm. Grinning, he opened both and watched her carefully.

"Kiss me?" She murmured, her eyes half shut. Shane paused for a beat, before pulling her down and kissing her gently. Mitchie ran her hands through his hair and let them settle at the base of his neck as he continued to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. Mitchie smiled into the kiss, and shifted slightly. Shane complied by shifting with her, which proved to be a mistake. He had shifted a bit too much; the canoe flipped.

Mitchie broke through the surface, sputtering and coughing. Shane swam over to her, apologizing profusely. She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. He paused, confused. Mitchie looked up at him as they both treaded water. "That was the perfect first kiss for us Shane." She declared, giggling as she swam closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He laughed and kissed her forehead.

"I agree. Now let's go get that canoe." He said, laughing as they both swam for the flipped boat. As they righted it, Mitchie turned to him.

"What are we?" She asked, biting her lip. Shane grinned, and brushed the stray wet hairs out of her eyes.

"Well, I'd really like you to be my girlfriend, but I can understand why you would say no. It would be really hard for us to see each other, what with school and the band and all." He explained, watching her. She shrugged.

"I think we can make it work." Mitchie stated, as they climbed back into the canoe. He smiled and nodded. "Shane Grey, boyfriend of Mitchie Torres. I like that." She whispered, and he smiled too.

"Mitchie?"

"Yeah, Shane?"

"You rock."

End! Please tell me what you thought. I have Chapter Two of Wait You're What written in a journal, and it's 16 pages, so I'm really excited to start that tomorrow. I'm looking forward to writing more in WYW? and Camp Rock!