A/N: Okay, so this is yet another Smitchie story I'm doing (: I just can't get enough of them, but I'm still going to update my other 2. This is different. There was no Camp Rock. Mitchie and Shane just met when he moved to her town and they went to the same school, you know. In this story, Shane is the same age as Mitchie and Nate is a year older. There is no Connect 3, but they all still love music. Uhm, yeah. That's about it I think. Riley is just a random character. Think of her as Selena Gomez. Yep, thats it. Read and Review and tell me if I should continue or if you don't understand something! (:

Disclaimer: Dont own. Just own the storylinee.

Last summer, Mitchie Torres would have said the world was at her feet. Her life had been perfect. Her mother had been alive and she had been 'Daddy's Little Girl'. She had a best friend who promised a boy would never come between them. She became close with the new boy in town, Shane Grey, and over the course of the summer- they fell in love. Shane had taught Mitchie what the true meaning of love was and she now knew what it was like to be left breathless and head over heels in the moment. One year later and everything had changed. Not too long ago, Mitchie's mother was in a car accident that killed her instantly. Her father now felt the need to numb his pain with alcohol and spend as much time away from his daughter- the largest piece of his late wife left- as possible. Her mother's death changed her, as well. She began pushing the ones who made her happy away and by pushing them away, she pushed them together. In a matter of a few short months, she had lost her mother; her father; her best friend; and her boyfriend. And now, another summer was nearing and Mitchie couldn't help but be reminded of all that she had lost since the summer she had it all.

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Mitchie Torres had never in her life felt so alone before. There was an emptiness inside of her that she would do anything to fill. While Riley had Shane and Caitlyn had Nate, she had no one- not even her parents. She was a shadow of her former self. She didn't even have the courage to go to school anymore. She couldn't face the ones she lost. She couldn't continue seeing Riley with Shane. The thing was: Mitchie needs Shane like an individual needs oxygen, but she couldn't get herself to tell him that. She felt that if she would just open up to him, things could go back to the way they were. She saw how he acted around Riley and it wasn't how he had acted around her. But then again, how could she just expect him to come running back to her? She drove him away when her mom died and she knew that. She had driven him away and into the arms of her best friend. He had told her he loved her and that he would be there for her, but she blocked him out of her life.

Now, with all the curtains pulled shut and the lights off, Mitchie lay in the darkness of her bedroom hoping that everything was going to be okay. She was sick of crying every night for him and she was sick of all the stress he was causing her. She was even throwing up regularly. Mitchie felt weak, but she knew she had to put on a good front for everyone. She couldn't let them see what Shane and Riley had done to her. So she got out of bed, applied her make-up, threw on a killer outfit and checked her appearance in the mirror. Yes, she looked hot, but she still looked pale and she still appeared weak.

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Walking down the corridor at school, Mitchie put on her wonderful smile and tried acting as if everything was okay. She got to her locker, feeling the need to escape already. There was no way she could keep this up all week. Shane and Nate walked into the school and Shane found his eyes wandering straight to Mitchie. He noticed her desolate demeanor and sighed. Mitchie had always been the cheery one and lately she looked so broken. Shane frowned and couldn't help but wonder what he had done to her. Nate turned to his brother, noticing Shane had suddenly stopped.

"What's up bro?" Nate asked, following his gaze to the brunette. Mitchie and Nate became extremely close when she and Shane had been a couple, but lately he felt distant from her.

"I'm worried about her, Nate. I mean, just look at her. Where's the girl I fell in love with? It's like something inside of her just vanished," Shane sighed, leaving his eyes locked on her figure. He knew he still loved her, but Mitchie had made it clear that she didn't want anything to do with him.

"She missed school all last week, too. I feel so distant from her. I was thinking I'll try to talk to her and see what's going on. Okay, bro?" Nate stated. Shane was right- something was really wrong. Sure, Mitchie had skipped classes a couple of times, but never a whole week.

"Thanks bro. I would talk to her myself but I don't think I'm her favorite person at the moment." Shane's eyes left her as he began to walk towards his first class with Nate in tow. Mitchie was relieved when she noticed them walking away. She had stayed at her locker waiting for Shane to move, so she could walk down the hallway to her first period class. She couldn't bear looking at him. Mitchie knew she couldn't hide anything from him. With one look, he knew what she was feeling and if something was wrong. She slammed her locker shut and headed off to English class- the one class she was dreading for the day. Both Shane and Riley happened to be in this class, but at least she had Caitlyn to talk to. Mitchie walked into class and took her seat.

"Aah, Ms. Torres! Nice of you to join us, even if you are running late," the teacher said. Mitchie just smiled at him. Usually, she would respond with some funny remark and excuse, but for once nothing came to her. It was like her spark had gone out. She spent most of the class doodling, finding she couldn't focus at all. Then, all of a sudden and at one of the worse times possible- this sudden wave of nausea came over her. She had to get out of there and fast. Caitlyn looked over at her and noticed she had gone a rather strange color.

"Mitchie, are you okay?" Caitlyn whispered. Mitchie didn't have time to respond. She quickly got up and ran out of the class, straight to the bathroom. Shane looked back at Caitlyn hoping that she knew what just happened, but she just shrugged her shoulders at him and raised her hand.

"Excuse me. Mr. Holden, can I go check on Mitchie please? I don't think she's feeling too well and I just want to make sure she is okay," Caitlyn said, hoping that she could go and find her friend.

"Yes, Caitlyn. Do you mind taking her work to her, as well?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks." And with that Caitlyn quickly gathered Mitchie's things and headed for the bathroom. Shane watched her leave, even more concerned about Mitchie than he had been before. Caitlyn entered the bathroom to find Mitchie throwing up in one of the stalls. She quickly went and held Mitchie's hair back for her. She finally stopped and just sat on the floor. Caitlyn stared down at her friend, unaware of what was going on.

"Mitch, I don't know what has been going on with you, but I'm really worried. Everyone is worried about you. What's the matter?" Caitlyn whispered, sitting down next to her friend and putting her hand on Mitchie's knees. Mitchie continued to stare at the ground, not saying a word. "Listen, do you want me to take you home? You really don't look too good and I can tell you don't want to be here," Caitlyn sighed, hoping that Mitchie would at least let her take her home.

"Caitlyn, I'm fine. It's probably something I ate. I have my car, so I'll just drive myself home and get some rest," Mitchie replied, dryly. She walked over to the sink and ran her hands under the faucet. Caitlyn walked over to her and tugged on her arm so that Mitchie could face her.

"Are you sure your okay? I'll come over later to bring you your work."

"Yeah, I'm positive," Mitchie said, faking a smile. "And sure, whatever. I'll see you later Cait," Mitchie replied as she turned to walk out of the bathroom, leaving Caitlyn standing there wondering what the hell has happened to her best friend.

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Later that day during lunch, everyone was sitting at their usual bench in the front of the building when Nate came running over. "Hey, uh has anyone seen Mitchie? I wanted to talk to her, but I can't find her anywhere," Nate got out in between breaths. Caitlyn stood up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Nate smiled, "Hey baby."

"Hi," Caitlyn smiled back," and Mitchie went home. I'm supposed to drop off her books later. Do you want to go instead?" She asked, turning to sit back down on the bench and pulling him with her.

"That would be great," Nate said before picking fries off of his girlfriend's plate and tossing one at her. Riley, who sat across from them with Shane, began laughing and then turned to him.

"So how about you and I go to the movies later?" Riley asked Shane, who had been busy listening to Nate and Caitlyn's conversation, but was now just staring blankly. He wished that he could be the one to take care of Mitchie, but he knew he was the last person she would want showing up at her doorstep. "Shane, are you even listening to me?" Riley whined, getting annoyed. Shane shook himself out of his thoughts and faced her.

"Sorry, I just kind of drifted off. What were you saying?"

"I was asking if you wanted to take me to the movies tonight," Riley replied. Shane knew he probably should take her. Being worried about Mitchie didn't mean he had to let his relationship suffer, but for some reason her found himself lying.

"Uh, sorry babe. I can't tonight." And with that, Shane got up and walked away towards the lockers. Riley watched with a confused look on her face.

"Okay, that was weird. Does anyone know what's up with Shane?" Riley asked, hoping that someone might know why he was acting this way. Caitlyn and Nate stopped what they were doing to look at each other and reply, "No clue." They did have a clue, however. They just didn't need Riley knowing that Shane had been caught up in Mitchie all day. Nate thought fast and came up with a good enough excuse for his brother.

"Nothing to worry about, Riley. He just has a lot going on right now with focusing on his music and helping our mom out with new restaurant," Nate said, nonchalantly. He hoped that she would buy it, and she did.

"Oh right, that must be it."

A/N: Any confusion? Well leave those reviews peoplee (: THANKSSSSS!