Thanks for ALL the reviews guys. They so mean a lot! Thanks for all the tips and stuff. And yes, I realize, last chapter was rushed, but the idea I had originally in mind just disappeared as soon as I started writing it. I wanted more but I didn't know how to get it out to you. But I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Also, time skips in this chapter, about a week and a half, to move things along.

And also, I'm really REALLY sorry for the long update. This story is probably going to end soon, in maybe 6 more chapters or so. Maybe, it depends if I have any more ideas.

AND it's a new POV, cause I wanna start to focus on the other characters a little bit, like Tess, Jason, Caitlyn, Ella, Nate and Heather a little bit more. Yeah, I probably should stick to one POV, but I enjoy doing different POV's.

Nate's POV

Almost two weeks have passed since the first day of camp started, almost two weeks since Brown, Shane and Mitchie thought of how to communicate. Ever since then, Shane had been off during his free time after classes with Mitchie and his uncle Brown. Really, he was spending more time with Mitchie than anyone. I didn't like it much. I was happy he was a little more cheery, even though he didn't talk, but I wanted to get to know him more. After all, I was one of his roommates.

I'm thinking maybe Brown should give me lessons on this deaf-blind alphabet. It would be useful to know. Maybe Jason and I could learn together, along with Caitlyn and Heather. Speaking of Caitlyn, me and her have grown closer as well. We're, like, the best of friends now. Caitlyn's a really great girl. She and I love the same music, and like the same things. Yes, we do have our differences, like she's really loud and out-spoken and I'm kind of quiet, sort of because of my disorder, but that's what brought us together. And I was also in Caitlyn's hip hop class, which was cool. I had a lot of fun with her in that class.

Don't tell anyone, but I think I might have a small crush on Caitlyn. Stupid, right? I've known her for not even two weeks and I already liked her. But it was true, I just didn't know how to tell her. Well, at least Caitlyn's friends were all nice. Heather was a nice girl. She and I talked sometimes, but ever since she met this new guy also from England, Travis something-or-other, she had been sorta like Mitchie, spending time with Travis. But she didn't spend all her time with Travis, so we still saw her. But I was so happy she found somebody.

There was also Peggy. Peggy and Mitchie were in my guitar class, which was nice. Peggy was so great. She was very nice, and like Caitlyn, not afraid to speak her mind. Peggy was from North Carolina, which I thought was a good place. I've always wanted to go there. Even though she had dyslexia, she didn't care that much. She just always did the best she could to act normal. Peggy was shy at the beginning, but because of Ella's positive attitude, she had been opening up a lot more.

Tess was a great girl. She finally told us what her disability was. She was bipolar, or manic depressive as the other name. It had started when she was six, when her mother became so busy with her movies and stuff, she had no time for her own daughter, plus her father was always busy with directing movies too, so Tess was usually left with nannies. Her nanny had apparently noticed Tess' behaviour change so she took her to the doctor and she was diagnosed with it. She had medication that kept herself relatively normal, well not really since from time to time she had an 'episode'. There were several symptoms for bipolar, like if she was having a 'manic episode' which included a distinct period of an elevated, expansive, or irritable mood state and a increase in energy, and her behaviour became violent. Or a 'depressive episode' which was basically what it meant, being very depressed and moody, anxiety, guilt, isolation and her energy decreased.

But Tess was usually a good person, though the manic episodes came a little bit more than the depressive episodes. Tess was outgoing most of the time, and not afraid to speak. She usually made sure she was heard.

Then there was Ella, the most positive one out of the group. She always had a smile on her face, even in the darkest hours. She tried to hard to remain positive, and that was why everyone got along with her. Jason and Ella were the positive ones of the group. If they weren't three years apart, they could probably date, but for now, friends worked fine with the two. No one had a bad day with Ella around, that's for sure.

Well, right now, we were eating lunch, and as usual, Shane and Mitchie were gone, learning their little lesson with Brown. I didn't mean to sound jealous or angry, but I can't help it. I just would like to see Shane sometimes at lunch.

"So, tonight's Pyjama Jam. Are you guys performing?" I asked the group as we settled at our table.

"Well, I'm not. I thought performing once is good enough," Peggy spoke up. I smiled at her as I fidgeted slightly.

"I most definately am," Tess stated as she took a bite of her eggs.

"I definately will," Heather said. Ella thought.

"I don't think so, not right now. I'd rather watch all the other amazing singers, dancers and instrumentalists go before I make a total fool of myself," Ella said.

"Oh, Ells, I'm sure you're not that bad. I think you'd be good. Or else you wouldn't be here. You're just so great at being positive, I'm sure you excel at being an awesome singer or something," Jason babbled.

"Yeah, but I'll still totally wait a while before I'm ready to perform. How about you guys? Are you two performing?" Ella asked.

"Probably not," I answered. Caitlyn frowned.

"Why not?" she asked. I shrugged.

"I guess I'm a little nervous in front of crowds," I admitted, and it was true. Once, I was so terrified at a school rehearsal (when I was first diagnosed with OCD) that I ran offstage in the middle of my line and paced in my room for hours once I got home. It was not fun at all.

"I want to, but I don't know what to play on my guitar," Jason said.

"How about you Caitlyn? Will you be performing?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"No, next time I will," Caitlyn answered. I smiled at her quickly, as she gave me a quick smile before turning to talk to Peggy. It gave me some time for myself. I looked around, trying to ignore all the food on the table, and the messes that were being made. I can do this, I told myself. I would not be obsessive and clean the messes up. Caitlyn saw me and placed her hand on mine. I looked at her, trying so hard not to blush. She gave me a reassuring smile.

"Do you want to go for a walk Nate?" she asked me. I nodded quickly, standing up. A walk would definately do me good.

"See you guys later!" Heather told us. Caitlyn nodded at her as we walked out of the mess hall, into the fresh air. I could finally breathe properly again. I felt much better outside. Caitlyn took my hand as we walked. The holding hands thing wasn't helping my crush on Caitlyn, it really wasn't, but I wouldn't say a word. It was nice, I liked the hand holding.

We were quiet as we walked. Unlike most people, both of us preferred the silence. Just being together was enough. Yes, we did talk, but the prescence of eachother was the best part.

"So, Nate, I still haven't heard you play guitar yet. Jason says you're good," Caitlyn commented. I ducked my head, shrugging.

"I'm ok. Not as good as Jason," I said modestly. Caitlyn laughed, her eyes twinkling.

"Hey, I'm sure that's not true. I'd love to hear you play guitar. I mean, if you're as good a guitarist than a dancer, you'd win Final Jam," Caitlyn said. I looked at her, laughing.

"Thanks Cait. We could go back to my cabin and I could play for you, if you like," I suggested. Caitlyn nodded.

"Of course! Let's go," she said, pulling me in the direction of my cabin. I laughed a little bit as I jogged with her. We entered the cabin a few minutes later and I immediately grabbed my guitar out of my case. Caitlyn gaped at the clean room.

"Wow, this room is so neat. Isn't Jason, like, not a neat freak?" Caitlyn asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, but I clean up everyday. You know, I like things perfect," I said. Caitlyn bit her lip.

"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot," Caitlyn answered sheepishly. I smiled as I tuned my guitar then strummed a few notes.

"Well, what do you want me to play?" I asked. Caitlyn thought for a moment.

"I don't care. Play whatever you want," she said. I smiled as I started playing a song I wrote myself, A Little Bit Longer. Caitlyn listened with awe. I couldn't help but look at her as I sang and played. Once I finished, Caitlyn started clapping.

"That was amazing Nate! You're an amazing singer and guitarist. You have to play for Final Jam," Caitlyn said. I smiled.

"Thanks Caitlyn. But I don't know about Final Jam. I'm not that good with crowds," I answered. Caitlyn nodded.

"Maybe I'll convince you another time. But seriously, Nate, you're awesome!" Caitlyn said happily. I laughed as I stared at her. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Caitlyn leaned in and kissed me. Surprised, I sat there until finally, I let my emotions take over and I kissed her back. We broke apart a minute later. Out of habit, I reached to wipe the lip gloss off my lips.

"That was..wow," I said, awestruck. Caitlyn nodded.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just had to do that, you know? I've liked you for a while, and I act before I think, so I hope that was ok," she said. I nodded happily.

"It's fine Cait, I loved it," I told her. Smiling, she picked up my guitar and put it back in the case, then grabbing my hand, pulling me up.

"Let's go back to our friends, and tell them that we're together, I think," she said boldly. I nodded. She grinned as she dragged me out of my cabin.

Ok, I know, short, but I wanted to get this out to you. I know this is definately not my best chapter. Next chapter, once I get it out, will be in Shane's or Mitchie's POV. So, if I have any more readers, please review so I know that I still have fans!

Also, I am thinking of writing my first Camp Rock oneshot, so if it's a good idea, tell me! Thanks guys! And again, sorry about the super long update! I'll try to update this more!