I do not own Camp Rock or anything related to it (although I do have the soundtrack). I am just writing this fan fiction for fun. Please do not flame me if the characters are not perfectly portrayed because that is why it is called fan fiction. Italics means it is something that is written down.. This story will be portrayed from Mitchie's point of view. So, enjoy.
"Dear Diary,
It's been 3 months since Camp Rock ended. Since then, everything has pretty much gone back to normal, except with a few minor-ok major- differences. Caitlyn, an awesome friend I made at Camp Rock, has been sending me emails everyday since it ended. I'm so happy that we've actually been able to keep in touch because so many people make friends at camp and then just forget about each other until the next summer. Then there is the fact that I sang with Shane Gray, which is something that my mom is never going to let me forget anytime soon. Not that I could possibly forget it-or want to.
While we're on the topic of the teen heartthrob, Shane Gray…"
And that's when I stopped writing. I set my pen down and looked over at my bedside table, where a small picture of Shane, Caitlyn, and I sat. My smile soon faded as the memories of that last day suddenly came back.
"Shane, seriously," I giggled as we once again went around in circles in our canoe, "What is it you wanted to tell me?"
Shane's smile slightly shrunk down a bit when he looked at me, "You lied to everyone…and I can actually understand why. I'm not going to give you some lecture or a hard time, because what's done is done. I guess what I'm trying to say is that clearly I forgive you. But we were doing so well, I actually felt like you understood everything…and then Tess called you out and you suddenly became like everyone else. I don't…"
I could tell it was hurting him to say these things, but I just quietly looked at him, waiting for him to find the right words.
"I don't…think we can ever be friends like we were before."
I blinked a couple of times, processing what he was telling me and trying to figure out if there was any subliminal messages.
"Oh. I see," I finally replied, looking up at him, "So where do we go from here?"
I looked back at my diary and shut it, not wanting to write anything else. I then got up and walked over to my desk and sat down, logging onto my computer. I noticed I had 2 new emails.
"Caitlyn."
I smiled to myself as I opened up the first email:
MITCHIE,
Hey, it's Caitlyn. How's your school year going? Mine's kind of boring. Did you hear about Connect 3? They said they might actually instruct some classes or at least help instruct them at Camp Rock next summer. Are you gonna go again? I'm sure Brown would love Connie to cater again. Speaking of our beloved band, how's Shane doing? Has he talked to you yet? Email me back!
Caitlyn
I let out a sigh as I started to type a response to her.
Hey, Caitlyn. They're really going to be teaching us? That'll be cool, I guess. I don't know if I really want to go, but I guess hiding won't do much good, right? As for Shane, I know as much about how he's doing as you do. I guess we didn't really leave on the best of terms but who knows? Maybe if they instruct it'll be my perfect opportunity to talk to him.
Mitchie
I hit 'send' and looked at her email again.
"Mitchie! You're going to be late!"
I looked towards my door, hearing my mother calling me from downstairs. I smiled a little and grabbed my bag, heading downstairs for breakfast. As I walked past the dining room I stopped dead in my tracks, hearing something from the TV. I walked into the dining room and stopped dead in my tracks.
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singin'
I need to find you…I gotta find you…
My jaw instantly dropped, tears starting to well up in my eyes. Shane actually kept the song. Does that mean he cares about me? Are we actually still friends? Or did he just think that it was a good song? Even though it was, but it was about me. I found that out at Final Jam.
"That sounds familiar." My dad said as he entered the room.
I smiled as I softly sang along like we did at Final Jam as the song ended.
This is me….
I sniffled and smiled at my parents before running out.
"Love you!"
As I walked down the hallways, all I could hear was all of the girls singing Shane's song…my song. I let out a sigh as I walked into my choir class and sat down. Turns out it was just as bad as the rest of the school because she made us sing that song over and over and it just stung for some reason…but then it felt great because it could mean that Shane actually still wanted us to be friends. I smiled the rest of the day until I got home.
Okay, so it's a little short, but I promise it will be longer and way better.