A/N: I've had this stuck in my head for a while now, so, I decided to finally write it out and see where it go

disclaimer: yeah, i don't own any of the Camp Rock characters, and blah blah blah. I only own Shailene and any other character's i make up. i wish i owned camp rock. i would be living good. lol.

Mitchie awoke with the help of an extremely loud scream from her now 13 year-old daughter, Shailene. She quickly ran downstairs yelling..

"Shailene Elizabeth Torres! What the hell is all the screaming about?!"

Her daughter looked over to her from where she was sitting on the couch, TV. front and center. "But, mom! Cute guys. On TV. Hotunes. Now."

"Not a good reason, missy. Go get dressed for school."

Shailene scoffed at her mother. "Fine." And made her way up the stairs.

Mitchie took a seat on the couch, grabbing the remote. She was about to change the channel, when something they were talking about caught her eye. Pausing in shock at who it was, the remote slipped out of her now sweaty hand, landing on the floor with a loud thud, the batteries falling out rolling along. As hard as she tried, the inevitable tears started making their way down her cheeks. Giving up on holding them back, she let them fall and broke down, alarming Shailene who was on her way downstairs.

"Mom?! What's wrong?" she called out upon seeing her mom, worry clearly in her quavery voice. She raced over to her mother, wrapping her arms around her. "Mama? Are you okay?" Mitchie shook her head no. Shailene reached across her a got the phone, quickly calling her grandmother.

"So why did my granddaughter call me frantically in a panic because her mom was on the couch having a 'melt-down' this morning? What's going on sweetie? This has become even more frequent lately. Why?"

"Mom, why else would I breakdown? What was the whole reason why you have a granddaughter?"

"I know baby, but it's never been this bad before. Why now?"

"Maybe this could be it?" she answered, getting up walking to the kitchen. She dug around for a bit before returning with a large envelope, handing it to her mother.

"She applied without telling me mom. I guess Brown noticed who she was because he called me wanting me to be a counselor this year."

"That's great!"

"No it's not mom. If I go, the way I'm acting now will be 100 times worse there! I don't want to go back to that place, mom. I really don't want to go because of everything that happened to me way back then. But on one hand I kind of do want to go. To be back there again. Singing. Loving it. But I might hate myself for going back.. Remembering everything I left behind that day kills me, mom. It'll be worse to go back to the place where it all happened. Plus, I miss him.."

"Baby girl, if you miss him so much, you should do something about it. Not mope around wishing and hoping for something that won't happen unless you make it happen."

"And do what mom? Show up there with her. And when I bump into him, just say, 'hey! Sorry I left you almost 14 years ago without saying goodbye! By the way, meet your daughter!'"

"Mitchie, that's not what I meant and you know it." She reached over hugging her. Mitchie laid her head on her mother's shoulder, sighing.

"I know. I just don't know what to do about it. I don't want to take this opportunity away from her. If I go, we'll be able to afford it. If I don't she's stuck here bored all summer. I don't want her to hate me."

"She's your daughter, Mitch. She could never hate you. Besides, I think you should go. I know you had to make a difficult decision then, but I think the time to face him and everyone else is long overdue. Plus, I'm pretty sure a certain bouncy brunette would absolutely love to see you."

"I guess I could."

"No guessing. More doing."

Preview:

"you still love him, don't you, mom?:

"of course i do.."

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'does he regret ever loving me in the first place..? does he care?...'

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"Camp Rock, Here I come."

Short I know, but I will update if I get some reviews!! Next chapter will be better, I promise. More details. Not going to be all dialogue.