I wrote this fic back in 2007 and posted it in a different site (not the whole story though). I also used a different couple but I changed it to Smitchie because I'm just not feeling that couple anymore...:( and I've also got the Jemi/Smitchie fever...:)

Some parts sound a little off because I edited some parts to make it more "Smitchie."

The small town they're from is in North Carolina but that's all I know about it. Pardon my geography.

Anyway, I've rambled long enough...

On with the story...

Disclaimer: Don't own Camp Rock and its characters.

Prologue

Mitchie struggled to pull the big, pink tattered box from under her bed. She couldn't sleep. Not after what was going on. Her mind was constantly being bombarded with questions which she had no answers to. "No answers…yet." she hoped. Mitchie hadn't touched that box in a long, long time. Just when she thought everything was finally fine, he had to come back. Mitchie sneezed as she wiped of the thick sheet of dust on the lid. Then she slowly opened it. The box revealed her old pictures from high school (most were pictured of him), several mementos (candy wrappers, tissue paper, macrame bracelets…the list could go on), love notes…and her journal. She opened it…

Dear Shane,

She immediately closed it after reading those two words. "Dear Shane," she thought. She couldn't continue reading it. She felt like she didn't want to know what was written although she knew exactly what was said in those pages. She wrote them herself. She couldn't find the courage to read them all over again.

She was sure there were more than a hundred entries there. She wrote one every time she felt like talking to Shane. That's what she had been doing the past three years. Three years since Shane left. Three years - that's how old Sasha was. That's how old her daughter was.

Mitchie's eyes began to tear up as she remembered what happened last night.

Shane appeared before her when she answered the knock on the door in the middle of the night. She was so shocked she felt her mouth drop open and her throat go dry. She knew Shane was in Holly Ridge but the thought of ever coming this close to him was so farfetched.

"Shane." she finally succeeded to say. "W-What are you doing here?"

Shane opened his mouth to speak but words got caught inside his throat. He couldn't believe he was standing this close to Mitchie. It felt bittersweet.

"I... I came to talk to you about something." he finally said.

Mitchie wondered how important the matter was that he had to see her at this hour. Mitchie let him in.

"Is she mine?" Shane asked.

Mitchie recoiled and gasped, her eyes growing wide and tearing up. "He knows." she thought to herself. She felt so stupid for not even thinking that this time would come; that it was bound to happen. She searched her brain for something to say…or something to divert the tense situation.

This was the moment she had been thinking of and dreading the most ever since she found out Shane was back. Her greatest dream and greatest fear finally came to life. And he just asked her…just like that. No caution. No warning.

Mitchie felt like she was in a corner and couldn't move.

Shane walked to her and held her firmly by her arms.

"Tell me!"

"Yes!" Mitchie finally said in tears, not able to bear the secret she's been keeping from him for too long.

Shane slowly let go off her.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

"And then what?" Mitchie said, through gritted teeth.

Shane was quiet. He never really liked seeing Mitchie angry. Or sad, for that matter.

"It wouldn't make any difference now, would it? Now you know she's yours, what are you going to do?"

"Mommy?" Sasha asked sleepily as she stood at her bedroom door.

"It's nothing, Sweetheart." Mitchie said, quickly wiping off her tears.

"Mr. Gray?" Sasha asked, her eyes finally adjusting to the light.

"Sasha…"Shane said walking towards her, his arms wide open.

"Shane, no…" Mitchie said, blocking his way.

Shane's eyebrows furrowed. If he was mad or confused, Mitchie didn't know. Probably both.

Shane looked pass Mitchie's shoulders. "I'm your daddy, Sweetie." he said looking at the little girl.

"Mommy what's happening?" Sasha whimpered, really confused now.

"Nothing." Mitchie said softly but sternly. "Go back sleep."

Mitchie's heart broke when she saw tears fall from Shane's eyes as he watched Sasha reluctantly walk into her room.

It broke even more when Sasha started crying too.

But what was she supposed to do?

That didn't end quite well. Mitchie ended up pushing Shane out of her apartment and calling Connie, her mother, to take Sasha someplace else. Mitchie didn't know why she pushed Shane away…again. Shane seemed to want Sasha so much. Now that he knew he was hers, she should have just let the two of them get to know each other, let nature take its course. But she didn't for fear of losing Sasha although she knew by all laws that Sasha was hers to keep and deep in her heart still full of love for Shane, she knew that he wouldn't even think of taking their daughter away from her. But for now, she was back to square one.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready." she told her mother. Connie let this one go. She knew Mitchie too well. Obviously, there was a problem. But she knew Mitchie will find her way out of this. She always did.

Mitchie removed her pajamas, opened her closet and put on whatever she saw first. There was so much going on in her mind now, the least of her problems was how she looked. Mitchie walked out of the house with the journal in her hand. She looked at her watch. Four o'clock. It was drizzling but she couldn't care less. She walked to her car and got in. She started the car and stared into the nothingness before her for a moment. She shook the second thought out of her head – to go back. She wanted to settle things once and for all. She wanted to get things straight for the sake of Sasha…and for hers as well.

How was it? :)