LOST AND FOUND | A Camp Rock Story |

Chapter Eight.

They wandered around the new campsite, still unsure of the new renovated layout. Dodging students and counsellors alike until they found an empty rehearsal studio. Caitlyn played around with the sound system and did some warm up stretches while Nate sat on the ground near her and filled her in on his day.

He had her in fits of laughter about mixing up his schedule just like he had done seven years ago and ending up in the wrong classrooms again. As he said, in his defence Camp Rock had doubled in size, it was hard to navigate around a place they were once so familiar with that had now changed so much.

She could have spent the evening like that, with the light of the setting sun seeping through the windows, while Nate sat there, talking with his hands and she looked through the song choices available.

She finally settled on one, an instrumental track that was slow enough to catch the beat.

"Time to face the music." She told him with a smile and held out her hand to help him up.

He took her hand and she tried to pretend she didn't feel a spark at the contact. She swallowed and told herself to get a grip. She put it down to being nostalgic from camp and spilling her soul out to Nate.

"Okay." He smiled, standing up and then he was in movement. He took a step closer, so close that she could have just moved her head up slightly to meet his lips. So close that his cologne seemed to infect her senses. He infected her senses, like he was everywhere all at once. She could see herself reflected in his brown eyes.

"Okay." He said, "How do I...?" He asked as he motioned around with his hands, going to put them on her waist, but then changing direction and nearly ending up with his hands on her shoulders.

She couldn't help it, she smiled, thinking he was always really cute when he was lost and flustered and nervous.

"Not so fast Gray." She reprimanded with a smile, taking a step back, to clear her head as much as to prove her point.

She was ruffled by the prospects of him being so physically close. She couldn't help but feel that this was different, the way he was holding her. It wasn't like their friendly hugs, it was closer. His eyes sought hers out, it all felt like a sudden change in atmosphere. Like her view of the world was tipping slightly on edge.

So she put that train of thought from her head, and put the suddenly hammering of heart down to bringing up the subject of her crush on Nate with Mitchie and the stress of her life decisions.

She changed her stance quickly, moving to stand beside him, taking his left hand in her right one. "Actually, dancing with someone doesn't happen in lesson one."

"There'll be more than one lesson?" He moaned, barely restraining a joking smile.

She stared over at him, "I've seen you try to dance Nate, it's the waltz, and you'll need more than one lesson."

"Ugh, Caitlyn, you wound me!" He told her, clutching a hand to his heart.

"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes, "Okay, right foot forward like this." She stepped forward, then gripped his hand again, holding it high between them, and waited for him to follow. He did, looking adorably self-conscious to Caitlyn.

"Like that?" He asked, glancing between their feet and her eyes.

"Exactly." She smiled softly, "Okay and now to the right slightly like this..." She demonstrated the next step and he followed suit. She showed him a few more basic steps before attempting to put them together in a small routine.

"Okay, let's see if you can run them together." She suggested, walking back to the spot where they had started.

He kept a strong hold on her hand and she watched as he frowned at his feet the entire way through. She tapped her left leg instead of counting, she figured that the drummer in him would work better with a beat.