AN: Okay, I have no idea where Caitlyn is from, so I randomly picked Chicago. And then I don't remember if they said where Mitchie is from, so I randomly picked Tallahassee, because it's in Florida...and Florida rocks!

I love writing Camp Rock fics. There's no background info on the characters. You can twist their past into anything you want. You have so much creative freedom, and with Caitlyn, you have the world.

Mitchie's POV

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Wishing Time Would Stop

Chapter 1 - Blogs

Blog. A personal entry written by someone to share with the world. Or, as I might call it, my new addiction. I've been surfing the web for random blogs that I've spent pointless hours reading. Yeah, my life rocks.

Ever since I left Camp Rock, I've been counting the days until I could go back. Until I could be out in the musically filled air. Until I was with all the new and great friends I'd made. Until I could see her face again.

I no longer called Caitlyn by her name, not even when I was just talking to myself, which I've been doing way too much of lately. So, I stick with her. It's not polite, it's not rude. It's simple. A perfectly suitable pronoun.

My one and only friend at school, Sierra, is the only one that knows about my crush on her. I didn't drop a name yet, just the her part. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but Caitlyn (I only used her name when the ever perfect her wasn't allowed by english rules) had promised to come visit me. If she does, I don't want Sierra to blurt out my feelings accidently. She had a history about that. But like they'd ever meet. I'm just saying, paranoid for no reason.

I was jerked out of my thoughts when my computer began to hum louder then usual, it's way of telling me I'd been on for too long and it needed a break. Sissy.

"Please, just let me read her new blog." I whispered to the machine as I clicked on her newest blog entry. Yes, not only do I talk to myself, and the random unfortunate animal, but non-living things as well. I'm just so full of surprises! Great, I even talk sarcastically to myself. I should see a shrink.

A smile came to my lips as her newest entry finally popped up on the old monitor. It was a long one, my smile grew wider. I loved reading her blogs. She doesn't know I read them though. It's something I never mentioned to her, and that she never said anything about to me. I'd found her myspace (too quickly, apparently I've turned into a computer geek) and immediatly began to read all of her entries from the past.

That was nearly three months ago. It's October now, and the only thing on my calendar is Halloween. It was circled with a big red sharpie and had a smiley face in it's box.

As the computer began to hum even louder, I let out a frustrated sigh. "Okay, don't die on me yet. Just give me a minute." Like the thing would listen to me. It hasn't in the past, and I doubt it will now.

Hey everyone!

Okay, so today in the wonderful world of Caitlyn...yeah, I'm working on a better title...anyways, today I've been like, so bored! I've got absolutely nothing to do in this stupid town. Who knew Chicago would be so boring?

Any who...my dad has to go on a "business trip" to Hawaii, so I'm stuck with my stupid mom for the next few months. But wait, it gets sooo much better. She's decided to home school me. Yeah, that'll go over well. She said that it'll be better while we get ready to move to where ever we're going this time.

This will be the seventh time I've moved in the past four years. Is that at all normal? Ugh, I think we're going some where south because she keeps saying I need to get clothes for warmer weather. Maybe if I'm lucky we won't move back to Alabama. No offense to that wonderful state, but I've got some bad memories with our country cousins down there.

Anyways, like I was saying, I've moved six times in the past four years. From oldest to most recent it's: Idaho, New York, Georgia, Alabama, California, and the wonderful Chicago. Yeah, my mom can't stand to be in the same state for too long.

I swear, she has issues and needs to see a doctor. If you've ever met my mother, then you know why I'm not her biggest fan. Compared to my older brother, she hates me. My mom never wanted a girl, she wanted another boy. One to match her perfect first born. I don't even know what's so special about Fred. He's just another preppy suck up slash teacher's pet. He's such a tattletale.

Well, I think I've complained enough for one day. Check back later (if my awesome blogging skills didn't put you to sleep) for another update in the wonderful world of Caitlyn. Yeah, I'll be brainstorming a new title...

Caitlyn :)

I mixture of emotions filled my body as I closed up the browser and shut down the computer that sounded like it was about to explode. I was happy that she had updated. I was sad about the moving deal. Would she be moving even farther away from me? I felt sad for herbecause of her dad's "business trip" and the home schooling thing.

In an earlier blog entry from her she'd talked about how her parents were having some problems and they constantly woke her up in the middle of the night with their fighting and yelling. As I imagined what it must feel like to know you're parents aren't happy and are most likely going to spilt up, I felt extremely lucky. My parents never fought, about anything. They never got into arguements.

As the computer's hum died out and the room's odd silence surrounded me I stood from the cold metal chair. I glanced around my messy room and the window caught my eye. I walked slowly over to the open gateway to the outside world.

I poked out my head and a nice breeze gently swept my hair across my face. I squinted against the sunlight and looked out at the street where a group of young boys were playing street hockey. I recognized one of them as the next door neighbors son, Carl. He was playing goalie for one of the teams and was wearing a lop sided skate boarding helmet.

I turned my attention across the street to Miss Vincent who was checking her mail. If I'm being totally honest, the women is a complete skank. Already in her late twenties, she has a different man over at her house every weekend. I can't understand why, but with a body like hers, it's obvious how.

I took one final deep breath of the fresh air and then stuck my head back inside while shutting and locking the window. I'm still not sure why I lock my second floor window, but I do it out of habit I guess.

"Mitchie!" I heard my mother call from down stairs. I slowly made my way to the door and cracked open wide enough for me to stand in the doorway and shout out, "Yes?"

"Me and your father are heading out to the store! You need anything?" She asked while appearing at the foot of the stairs.

I gave her a polite smile and replied, "Just make sure you bring back some type of cheese product."

"Oh, how could I forget?" She asked sarcastically while holding up the shopping list for me to see. I had written CHEESE in large letters across the front.

"Knowing you, you'll find a way." I laughed.

"Even though you're probably right, we've really got to get going." My dad chuckled as he walked past me and jogged down the stairs. When he reached the bottom my mom gave him a playful shove and then began to talk about something entirely off topic.

I sighed and turned back towards my room. Before I even decided on something to do I heard my mom yell up the stairs, "Bye, sweetie! We'll be back soon!"

"Bye!" I called out the still open door. I listened to the front door open and close, followed by the sound of the car starting and pulling out of the driveway.

As I was choosing on whether to go down stairs and watch TV while eating some type of junk food, or to try and write a new song while eating some type of junk food, I heard the all too scary ringtone that was my phone.

I scrambled over to my nightstand where the phone was currently placed, and picked it up. Thankfully I had caller ID and it had become a habit to check it before answering the incoming call. The name Shane was staring up at me.

I didn't really want to talk to him. I haven't seen him since the break up on the last day of camp, it was something I didn't like to think about. I pondered on whether to just chunk the phone at the wall, when the phone beeped signaling that the call had been directed to a message.

"Hey, Mitchie. It's Shane." Duh. "Well, I guess I just wanted to talk to you. I miss having you around. I just wanted to say hi. I haven't seen you in forever." I wonder why. Take a hint popstar. "So, uh, just call me back when you get this. Bye." The line went dead.

Wow. I was half expecting some kind of long detailed story about him and his new famous girlfriend, blondie-what's-her-face. As the phone beeped to show that I had I missed call, I flipped it open and immediatly deleted Shane's message.

"Don't expect me to call you." I muttered while closing the phone. Yay, now I'm talking to people who aren't even in the same room as me, much less the same State, and now that I think about it, the same Country due to the Connect 3 Eurpean tour. Great.

I tossed my phone towards my bed and before it even made a thud, signaling that it had indeed missed the bed and landed on the floor, the stupid ringtone was loudly ringing again. I let out a frustrated sigh and walked over to the phone. I stared down at it as the ringtone began to replay its self.

Was Shane determined to talk to me? Maybe he was having a bad hair day.

I slowly bent down and picked up the old useless phone and flipped it open while pressing it against the side of my face.

"Hello?" I asked, a little more irratated then I thought I was.

"Mitchie?" This was not Shane's voice. This voice sounded concerned at my tone, it sounded lighter and more meaning full then Shane's, it sounded like heaven.

"Caitlyn?" I asked, half in disbelief, half in pure joy. I quickly pulled the phone back and checked the Caller Id. Her name beemed up at me. I bit my lip to keep the girly scream from leaving my body.

"Are you okay? You sound a little funny." She asked while I noted the worry in her voice.

"Oh, yeah, fine. I just, uh...Shane." The words came out faster and less understandable then I would have liked. Even though my words confused me, she seemed to get the point.

"The popstar still bugging you?" She knowingly asked. I heard something like echoed footsteps through the phone. Maybe she walking and talking, much like myself.

"Yeah, but, uh...it's fine. I'm fine." I tried to get the point across. I hated how she could always make my mind turn on me like this. Whenever she caught me off guard, much like right now, my mouth and brain couldn't cooperate.

"Oh, okay." She didn't seemed convinced but dropped the subject anyways.

"So, do you need me so bad that you're willing to give up cookies for a month for me, or are you just calling to see if Shane Gray had caused me mental damage yet?" I smiled at my own words. One point for me, zero for her!

"Are you kidding? I'd give up cookies for a decade to be with you right now." My brain froze. She'd give up cookies for ten years...to be with me. That's a lot of cookies. Okay, one point for the idiot, a billion and twelve for her for making my stupid brain turn to mush. "I miss you so much!" She complained into the phone. My heart soared at this.

"Looks like you're gonna have to visit me just like you promised." I smiled. "Because I've missed you, too." More then she'll even know.

"We'll have to hold off the wonderful dream for a while. My mom is moving us again, and guess what? She's decided to home school me." I could hear her sad tone clearly. So much that it made me angry at her mother for putting her through this pain.

"Wow, that sucks." I sadly commented, trying to make it sound like I didn't already know all that. "Do you know where you're going yet?" I mentally kicked myself. She hadn't told me personally that she didn't know where she was moving to. What if she found out I've been reading her blogs? For some reason, the idea scared me. Reading her blogs was like reading her diary. I couldn't stop, but was afraid of getting busted any second. A wave of guilt overcame me.

"Actually, my mom just told me like two seconds ago." She answered, either she didn't notice about my almost spill, or she didn't care enough to pursue the thought. "She's been keeping it a secret." She continued, her voice a little distant and distracted.

"So, where to?" I proposed, eager to know if Caitlyn was moving around the world or not.

"Florida." Caitlyn sighed. I could hear the sound of a zipper. She must be packing up for the move. "Which part do you live in?" She asked, suddenly remembering that I lived in the Sunshine State.

"Uh, Tallahassee..." I trailed off, blinded by the fact that Caitlyn wasn't moving to China. She was moving to Florida. My state. My sunny orange infested state that belonged to old people escaping the cold, Spring Break college students, political jokes by the heaps, hurricanes, and tourists. Yep, Florida's got it all.

"Oh my god!" I jumped, literally, and dropped the phone at her sudden out burst. I dropped to my knees, my heart still shaking like crazy and picked up the phone with nervous hands.

"What?! What happened!?" Should I call 911? The FBI? The secret service? Men in Black?!

"That's where we're moving!!" She shreiked into the phone, I had to hold it away from my ear so I wound't go deaf.

"What?!" I shouted into the phone.

"Oh my god!" She repeated, her voice still sounding like a toddler at Disney World. Yeah, Florida has that too, suckers!

"Tell me this isn't some joke, I swear, I will fly to Chicago and kill you myself!" I yelled into the phone. I stood up, a rush of excitement flowing through me, pumping in my veins. I jumped up and down (and fell only to get up and continue my jumping).

"This is so cool! We could be neighbors!" She laughed into the phone. Without a second thought I ran to the window and searched for For Sale signs everywhere. I was disapointed to find none.

"Mitchie? Are you still breathing?" Caitlyn asked through her giggles.

"No! This is too awesome!" I shouted into the phone, pulling myself away from the window. "When are you moving?"

"In a few days." She answered, calming down a bit...or a lot. I was still bouncing at the idea. Caitlyn...in my state...no...in my city.

"Wow, talk about a..." I was cut off when I heard someone yelling through the phone. A frown came to my face when I realized it was her mom. She was yelling at her for some reason I couldn't hear. It was muffled. She must have her hand over the phone.

I could hear Caitlyn pleading about something with her. I could hear the scared tone she had. I was immediatly overwhelmed by the situation. Her mom began to yell again, words I couldn't make out. I could, however, hear the occasional mention of Caitlyn's name, and the ever too easily said curse word.

It was silent for a minute and I was tempted to see if she had hung up on me when I heard her voice again.

"I'm sorry, Mitchie, but I have to go." It was quick and quiet. She was whispering. Why was she whispering in her own house, which is where I guessed she was. The line went dead.

I stood there, staring at my wall, the phone still glued to my ear. I replayed Caitlyn's nervous whisper in my mind. Her voice had sounded kinda shaky. Was she crying? My stomach felt empty all of a sudden. The small hunger that had once lived in it, was long gone.

After what seemed like an hour of standing in the middle of my room like a moron, I dropped the phone. It fell on the ground with thud and I didn't bother to pick it up, or even close it.

With a zombie like fashion, I walked out of my room and down stairs and fell onto the couch. I turned on the television and without a second thought about what I was doing I began to cry. I know it sounds stupid, but that's what happened.

The thoughts of her scared voice, the yelling, the sudden pain in my stomach. It all made me so upset that I couldn't control my emotions. After the last few tears of pain left my eyes, the tears of joy began to flow. She was coming here, to Florida. She would be here in a few days. I could see her then. I could talk to her in person. I could comfort her. It would all be okay.

As I wiped away the tears, I started to focus on the TV. Spongebob was always my life saver. No matter how stupid the episode was, or how wrong and pointless the message was, it always made me smile and laugh. My favorite character was Patrick, the starfish.

Once my mind had been completely taken over by the show, I felt the hunger return to me. I didn't want to get up from my spot on the couch, so I just sat there. I watched the commercials with an intense stare. Before long, I was fast asleep. I became lost in my dreams. But thankfully they weren't nightmares. My dreams were always good ones, because ever since I met her at Camp Rock, she's all I dream about.

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AN: So, should this be continued? Whatcha think? It took my like, an hour to decide on a title for this story :P