Okay, this is probably the worst story I've ever written, but I was very bored, and I hate that the only Camp Rock story I have is a very random one that makes no sense, so I wanted to write this. It's a OneShot right now, but I'm still considering if I should turn it into a chapter story or not.

I do not own any of the characters of Camp Rock, only the rockin' DVD! =D

It was spring break, and Mitchie had invited Caitlyn over for a long sleepover, unlike Tess…and basically everyone else who went out of town for the vacation.

The two girls had just finished watching High School Musical when Mitchie immediately began writing in her songbook.

"Stealing one of the Wildcats songs?" Caitlyn teased.

Mitchie barely glanced up. "N-no, I just got an idea from one of the songs."

Caitlyn nodded. The room stood quiet for a few minutes, with the occasional chewing of pretzels and scribbling in notebooks, when Caitlyn cleared her throat. "So, how are things with your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Mitchie asked, squinting at her paper.

"You know…" The other friend lingered. "Shane Grey."

Mitchie's twitched and stared at her friend. "We're just friends."

"Right…" Caitlyn said, holding up a collage of hearts and pictures of Shane, which Mitchie had hid under her bed. Not very well, obviously.

She blushed, and then shrugged. "We haven't seen each other since the summer."

"He didn't even bother to give you his number? His e-mail address? Anything?"

"Cat, he's a superstar. He doesn't have time with small town girls like me," Mitchie said, pointing to herself. "He'd have a better shot with Tess."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Caitlyn waved her hands. "You did not just say that!"

Mitchie placed her hands on her knees and shrugged.

Her friend sat up next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, comfortingly. "Mitch, I'm remembering a mental picture of Final Jam. Join me, will you?" She closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

Mitchie raised her eyebrows. "Uh…Caitlyn?"

"Join me!"

"Okay, okay," She shut her eyes quickly, and found herself immediately picturing Shane in her head.

"Remember when you stood on stage singing that song, This is Real?"

"This is Me," Mitchie corrected.

"Exactly," Caitlyn nodded. "So you do remember."

Mitchie rolled her eyes, even though they were hidden behind her eyelids. "Yes."

"Good," Her friend smiled. "And do you remember who came up in the middle of the song to sing with you?"

Mitchie managed another eye roll. "Shane."

"Shane who?"

"Shane Grey," She breathed.

Caitlyn opened her eyes. "Right! Shane sang with you. Not Tess. Not me. Not Dee. You."

"Cat, what are you getting at?"

"He's a superstar, Mitchie," She told her. "He wouldn't have done that if he didn't like you."

Mitchie considered this for a moment. But shrugged when she couldn't find any words to say.

Caitlyn smiled. "Hey, Mitchie, I've got a question for you."

"Okay…?"

"What's this?" Caitlyn handed Mitchie something.

Mitchie flipped it over a few times. "An empty envelope?"

Caitlyn shook her head. "Not empty. Open it up!"

Mitchie unfolded the flap on the envelope and pulled out two tickets. "Tickets to…"

"Connect Three's concert tomorrow night!" Caitlyn finished, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Omigosh!" Mitchie squealed.

"Plus," Her friend pulled out another envelope and opened it up. "Two backstage passes."

Mitchie's eyes remained wide.

"Which means…" Caitlyn grinned.

Mitchie felt a lump in her throat.

"You're gonna get to see Shane again!"

"I can't!" Mitchie said, surprised at how hoarse it came out.

Caitlyn's hands fell down. "Of course you can."

"Cat, it's been…" Mitchie counted quietly in her head. "Like 6 or so months since I've last seen him."

"So?" Caitlyn shrugged.

"What if he forgot about me?"

"Mitchie," Caitlyn groaned. "He wrote a song about you! You think he'd do that for just anyone?"

"Caitlyn…" Mitchie tried.

"You're the voice I hear inside my head,

The reason that I'm singing,

I need to find you,

I gotta find you," Caitlyn sang, completely ignoring her friend's plea's not to.

"You're the missing piece I need,

The song inside of me,

I need to find you,

I gotta find you!" Mitchie finished in that rockin' voice of hers.

"So," Caitlyn started. "We're gonna go to this concert. You're gonna see Shane, and you're gonna tell him how you feel." She glanced over at the collage. "Just…don't bring that along. You don't want to scare him."

"Understood," Mitchie laughed, and nudged her friend lightly. "And maybe you'll get to meet Jason."

Caitlyn felt her cheeks burn. "Jason who?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

See? Lame! I told you. But if you don't like it, don't bother R&R-ing.