Virtual Love Chapter 1, a Wizards of Waverly Place + Camp Rock Crossover fanfic

Mitchie's POV (thatwizardatcamprock)

It's crazy what fans can come up with. Especialy when they have acess to a website that was actually made so that they can create their own fictions using celebrities as their characters. I had no idea such a thing as fanfiction existed until someone pointed it out to me.

My name's Michelle Torres, but I perfer the name Mitchie. I'm fifteen and will be sixteen in August. Just last year, I went to this summer camp that was all about music and got myself famous, but of course, there had been a lot of drama before anything happened. Now I had released an album and had a very strong fan base. What I didn't know, is that my own fans had made me out to be gay. Not all of them, just most of them. I got a tweet from a fan asking if I had ever heard of fanfiction. From all the replies I gathered it was popular.

So I had gone on fanfiction and took my time figuiring out just what it was. I had never thought of something like this before. A place where everyone and anyone can post stories that they wrote on their favorite show, movie, book etc. They even had crossovers where you could mix two different stories. I went to the section I would be in and found almost every story to be about me and my friend, Shane Gray, falling love. Typical. Deciding I wasn't interested in reading about feelings that I didn't have for someone I didn't really like, I decided to look at the crossovers.

The most common crossover was mine with Wizards of Waverly Place. This struck me as odd seeing as how I had nothing to do with that show. I had seen most of it and I really liked it,but why would there be so many stories that would put me with those characters. I clicked on the WOWP section and scrolled down the list. I found myself even further confused when I couldn't find a story that didn't have me paired with Selena Russo. I hadn't met Alex, the actress who played Selena, I hadn't even talked to the girl. I was creeped out that

I clicked on the WOWP section and scrolled down the list. I found myself even further confused when I couldn't find a story that didn't have me paired with Selena Russo. I hadn't met Alex, the actress who played Selena, I hadn't even talked to the girl. I was creeped out that they had paired me with another girl, but I decided to try one of the stories. I found myself captivated in each story as I read them. I even momentarily forgot they were about me.

It wasn't long before I had a story of my own posted. I know it seems conceited to write fanfictions about myself, but I thought it would be fun. It was a chance to finally control my life as I wanted it. I updated my story everyday, and when I wasn't updated, I was reading.

I read so many different fanfictions, and loved so many of them. I had decided to just be another random person when I was reading or writing so I wouldn't have to think about it.

I found one story to be intriuguing. It wasn't completed, but most stories weren't. It again was pairing me with Selena Russo, but I didn't care. After a while I saw the author of that fic was reviewing on my own story and I was flattered completely. They told me I was their inspiration, and I felt completely over joyed. I continued to read their story and they continued to review on mine. Then one day when I was checking their profile to see if they updated, I saw they had another story up. I couldn't believe it, they had dedicated the story to me! And not celebrity me, Fanfiction me. No one knew that I was the actual Mitchie Lovato.

I read the story and found myself crying. It was truly beautiful and inspiring. I couldn't help wonder why they would mention my name in something so amazing. The writing was perfect, I found no flaws or errors and I loved their metaphors and analogies. I reviewed, but I didn't feel it was enough. I wanted to thank this person and let them know just how grateful I was. So I did what anyone would do. I PMed them.

PM; Private message. I took my time trying to word it so I wouldn't sound like some stalker or something. I didn't really want to make a fool of myself either, or sound conceited. After typing, erasing, and re-typing over and over, this is what I came up with.

Hey, I can't tell you enough how truly honored I am to even have you review my story. I couldn't believe it when I checked your profile to see if you updated Befuddled and found Trooper. I can't tell you how happy I am that you like my writing. If anything You are he inspiration here. I look forward to reading your future work. I was truly blown away by your story. It was very well written and in my eyes is an example of true work of art. Thank you so much for reading my story and for mentioning me in your incredibly amazing fanfiction.

I hit send and waited. I updated my stories while I waited and it was an hour before they responded.

Alex POV (everyhelloendswithagoodbye)

If people really know about fame, they would realize it's not all it's cracked up to be. Here I am, in a hotel room with all the curtains closed. There's pounding on the door, but I don't bother getting up to check who it is. I already know.

"Alex Gomez!" Screams penetrated my small space. If I looked out the window, I was pretty sure I'd s

ee a good-sized crowd.

There was more yelling, cheering, and whistling. The people outside had started singing one of my newest singles. But intsead of slow down, it was come down. Way to be creative.

Groaning, I drove my head even deeper into the pillows, but the noises did not let up. I love my fans, but what does a girl have to do to get some peace and quiet? I heard someone shouting even louder than all the people, and by some miracle, the sound stopped. I walked to the door and peeked out the eyehole. The hallway was completely empty. Outside, the singing had stopped, and I figured there was no longer anyone there either. I silently thanked the hotel manager, David, who had obviously cleared the fans out. I stepped back away from the door, and I heard a crackling sound. I bent down to pick it up.

It was a note. Ever tried fanfiction? There are stories about you. -HR

Normally, I wouldn't trust these kinds of papers, but I was curious. Stories about... me?

I went to my laptop and clicked the little internet icon, and typed fanfiction.

Sure enough, there was the website. I clicked on the link and the home page opened up.

This was curious. How did I ever get onto something like this? But then I understood. My show! Wizards of Waverly Place would be under the TV section. Crossovers, or regular? I clicked on normal first. The page was filled with new adventures that I went through. I found some that paired me with my brother, ew. Or my boyfriend with my brother, ew. Or... well, I was done with this. I went back to the crossovers. The top thing on the list was Camp Rock. Weird, I had nothing to do with that movie, or the sequel. Nevertheless, I opened the page.

A quick scroll down told me that practically all of them paired me up with... Demi Torres? She was the main character. What the heck? I'd never even met Mitchie Lovato, the girl who plays her.

At first, I was disgusted. This went completely against all of my morals and my stomach churned when I read some of them that included M rated stuff. But the more I read, the more I began to like these stories. A lot of them were very realistic, well-written, and over all very fun to read. I found myself drawn particularly to an author called 'thatsingeratwaverly.' They're stories were really good... and I had to admit, the more I read their story, the more I loved it. In fact, I started my own story, and paired myself up with this Demi girl. I had read plenty of fanfictions to know how to make them act, and I was set.

The more I read the story by 'thatsingeratwaverly,' the more I loved it. I found myself leaving encouraging reviews, and I realized this author had become my inspiration.

I decided to write a one-shot and dedicate it to this person. It took me a while, but I finally finished. I wiped my brow and clicked 'publish.' Now I would just have to wait.

I logged off and walked across my hotel room. I had been here for three weeks, waiting for someone to give me the 'okay' so I could leave. I had already performed a couple of days ago, so it wouldn't be much longer.

My phone was ringing. I took the call. Apparently they wanted me to do an extra concert for more publicity, but I turned them down. I was tired and I needed to get back home for some relaxation. (Yeah, right) It took an hour for me to convince my manager to let me go, but he finally agreed, albeit reluctantly. I ended the call, and I found myself walking back to my computer and logging back into fanfiction.

I had a message?

I clicked the inbox button. Oh my...it was 'thatsingeratwaverly!'

My eyes widened. I typed a reply in a rush.

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for that message! I can't believe this... and you are my inspiration, not the other way around!

I wondered if she was still on, but the logical part in my brain said she had probably got off a while ago, seens how the message had been sent around an hour ago, which meant she had spotted my one-shot practically the second it was published. I waited anxiously for her reply, the stuffy hotel room no longer existing. I was back to living my life in my computer. The way I liked it.