A/N: Another story from me. I swear I'll update "Runway To Find A Home" soon; it's just that I have so many ideas and I have to choose which one I want for the next chapter.
So whilst I decide that here's my next story "I Chose You". Let me know what you think of this first chapter please. Whether you hate it or love it; what you think happened to Mitchie's Mum and your opinion on Mitchie and her Dad; which brother she'll end up with...you know the drill. I kind of like the plot for this story that I have going so I hope you will to.

Enjoy and have a great day :)
and I'll probably update tomorrow with either a new chapter for this one, RTFH or a new story. I swear I have to many ideas for my own good.

Disclaimer: The characters associated with Camp Rock are not mine and neither is Steve's car. That's all for now I believe :)

'Hey Mitchie; can you come down here for a moment?' I heard my Dad call from downstairs and I quickly made my way out of my bedroom to where he was standing in the downstairs hallway; my music could still be heard and I smiled to myself at its loudness.

'What's the matter Daddy?' I asked as I pulled my hair over my shoulder.

'What are you all dressed up for sweetie?' Dad asked with a hint of surprise in his voice as he took in my outfit.

'I have my first date tonight remember? The one I told you about last week,' I added and groaned when my father's face showed no sign of recognition, 'c'mon Dad; don't tell me you forgot I have my date with Danny tonight.'

'Of course I didn't forget Mitchie; but I'm going to need you to do a massive favour for me,' he said and from the look on his face I knew I was not going to like his request.

'What do I have to do now?' I asked emotionlessly as I pulled at the hem of my top.

'I'm going to need you to cancel your date -'

'No way! Dad you have got to be kidding me!' I shouted; cutting my father off before he could finish talking.

'Mitchie its one night and I'm sure you can reschedule -'

'This isn't a business meeting that I can "reschedule" Dad; this is my first date,' I reminded him slowly in hope that he would understand how cruel is favour would be, 'I am seventeen in two week and this is my first date whilst almost every other girl in my year level has had a gazillion and one dates. You cannot possibly think that I will willingly break my date off in order to be the perfect daughter for tonight once again.'

'Please Michelle,' Dad begged with me and I could already feel my wall breaking down, 'I have my meeting with my boss tonight and he wants to get to know me and my family.'

'So in other words: you and me,' I stated whilst crossing my arms across my chest.

'Yes; and he's expecting for me to bring someone with me and I know he has some sons too,' my Dad said and I rolled my eyes at how obvious he was being.

'If that's the prize then you better have a damn good deal breaker,' I said; my façade softening as I realised that I had no choice but to be the "prized daughter" once again.

'How about a double scoop, violet crumble ice-cream in a waffle cone on the way home?' he offered and I managed a small smile even though I was close to breaking down inside.

'Sounds like you've got a deal Mister; though there better be chocolate flake added to that,' I said seriously before turning on my heel and quickly walking back up the stairs; my father's chuckle lingering behind me.

I can do this; I mean it's not like I want to break off my date…surely he'll understand.

I closed my bedroom door behind me before picking my phone up off of my table and quickly dialling a number I hoped would become familiar soon.

'Hello?' his strong masculine voice answered and I chewed the inside of my mouth as I tried to think up a way to say what I needed to say.

'Hey Danny; it's Mitchie,' I said as I sat cross-legged at the end of my bed; wishing that I could just lay back on my bed, fall asleep and start the day anew.

'Oh hey Mitchie what's up?' Danny asked.

'I'm not going to be able to make it tonight; I know its last minute and all and I really wanted to go but I can't.' I blurted out in hope to get it over and done with quickly.

'Really? What's going on?' he questioned and I was taken aback that he would even care.

'My Dad has this business dinner thing with his boss and I have to go in order to be the supportive family member. Is it okay if we maybe move the date to another night?' I asked; silently praying that we could.

'Um sure…tell me when you're able tomorrow at school and we'll figure something out okay?' Danny said and I could hear footsteps in the background. 'Anyway I gotta go; catcha later Mitchie,' and with that he hung up before I had a chance to even say goodbye.

With an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach I chucked my phone into a black leather handbag before walking over to my wardrobe in order to change my attire; deciding I should choose something a tad more befitting for a dinner.

As the song changed over and the beat for "Hello Seattle" by Owl City began playing I slid open the side of my wardrobe that I kept for my Dad's work-related nights and began singing along Adam Young. I riffled through the coat hangers and settled on a cream dress that had its zip down the front along with buckle straps and a straight hem. With a grunt of effort I quickly ripped off my current clothes before sliding the dress over my underwear and pulling out a pair of grey platform Mary Janes. I sat back down on my bed and buckled the nude strap across my foot and repeated this on the other before standing up and shoved a few final things into my bag

'Mitchie; hurry up! I don't want to be late,' Dad shouted upstairs and after I snatched my ¾ black leather jacket from the closet and hung my bag over my shoulder I gave one final look in the mirror and cocked my head to the side as I took in my outfit.

Fun, cool, kind of appropriate – this is gonna be fun.

With a deep breath I headed out of my room, making sure to grab my iPod from the stereo on the way out, and met Dad at the front of the door. I gave a quick twirl around in my outfit for him and with a smirk and a shake of his head he nudged me out the door and locked the house behind us.

'You couldn't go for something safe and appropriate could you?' Dad joked as we made our way over to his black Daewoo.

'This is so safe and appropriate,' I argued as the car clicked unlock and I took my seat in the passenger side, 'it's black and cream Dad, the only thing safer than that is black and white.'

'Then why don't you wear those type of clothes to school or to the date you were going on tonight?' he countered whilst starting the ignition.

'Because…I don't really want people knowing how much money we have,' I answered truthfully whilst shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

'So that's why you've been walking around in t-shirts, trackies and jeans for the past four years,' Dad thought aloud and I laughed.

'Dad if I wore dresses like this,' I said as I tugged at the skirt of my dress, 'then I'd get attention and not for the reasons I want it. I need to look good for your work friends, I need to impress them but the kids at school don't get impressed by what business people get impressed by. The girls at school worry more about the length of the dress and the digits on the price tag than how nice it looks.'

'But you complain that boys don't ask you out yet I'm sure if you wear something like you are now then you'd get plenty of offers.'

'I do not complain about not having a boyfriend Dad; I simply wonder out loud about why I don't have one,' I corrected my Dad as he turned the corner, 'besides; if I did have plenty of guys waiting at the door would you actually let me go out with any of them?'

'I let you go out with that Danny boy didn't I?'

'You made me cancel the date an hour and a half before it was meant to begin; I highly doubt that counts as me going on a date.'

'It's not my fault you haven't found a boy that deserves to date you.'

'Aargh! Why must you be the overprotective Dad? Why can't you be one of those chilled out Dad's who goes with the flow and is all for me having a social life?' I whined as I rested my head against the tinted window.

'Because I'd rather not have my daughter pregnant,' Dad answered simply and I shot an annoyed glare at him

'Have I mentioned you're a pain in my backside the majority of the time?' I asked seriously and smiled upon seeing my Dad's lip twitch upwards.

'Constantly.'

'Good, because you so are.' I ended out little discussion and we drove the rest of the way to his boss' place in comfortable silence.

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'You ready?' I asked my father as we stood outside of his boss' double story, white house.

'I'm starting to think that we should go for a hamburger right now I mean I heard that B -'

'Daddy c'mon; I'm the kid here not you. I know you're freaking out because this guy is your boss but please don't make me be the adult and ring the doorbell; if you haven't noticed I'm freaking out just as much as you are,' I said whilst trying to ignore the small bumps I could feel forming along my arms.

'I'm sorry Mitchie,' he apologised before quickly pressing the doorbell and wrapping an arm around my shoulders, 'you and me bud?'

'Me and you Papa,' I replied with a smile as the door opened to reveal a boy who must have been my age.

'Hi Sir; I'm Nate, you're the guests for tonight right?' the boy asked whilst stepping aside to let us pass; his dark curly hair bobbing with the small movement.

'Yes; I'm Steve and this is my daughter Michelle,' my father introduced us and I inwardly groaned at the use of my birth name.

All of a sudden there was a thundering sound that was coming down the stairs and a young boy who would have been aged no more than ten popped up with a big smile upon noticing my Dad and I, 'I'll go get Mum and Dad,' he said and with that turned around and ran back up the stairs.

'So…how old are you Nate?' Dad asked after a few moments of awkward silence where I entertained myself by drumming out a beat against my leg with my right hand.

'Seventeen years old sir,' Nate answered almost robotically and I had to bite back a smile at how proper he was being.

'What about you're brothers? I'm sure I heard your father said you were all around the same age.'

'Uh yes sir; Freddie is the youngest at eight, then there's me, then Shane at nineteen and Jason at twenty one,' Nate said and a giggle managed to squeeze its way through my lips though I was luckily able to cover it up with a cough though Nate threw me an amused look with a small smirk.

The sound of indistinctive chatter filled the hall as a group of people walked down the stairs and I was happy that Nate had been able to supply me with names for the sons before I met them. I watched as the eldest, Jason, placed his hands on Freddie's shoulders and whenever his Mum was not looking he would tickle the back of Freddie's neck causing him to burst out into a fit of giggles every couple seconds and my gaze then turned to Nate who was talking quietly with who I assumed to be Shane whilst my Dad greeted their parents.

'And this is my daughter Michelle,' my father said and the use of my full name brought me out of my daze and I tore my gaze away from the two middle brothers who were now watching me.

'Nice to meet you Ma'am, Sir,' I said politely whilst shaking both of their hands; remembering to shake the father's hand slightly harder than the mother's.

'Nice to meet you too Michelle and feel free to call us Denise and Paul,' Denise said whilst giving a warm smile and I nodded my hand in understanding as Paul looked over our small group.

'Well how about the kids go relax upstairs whilst we go arrange some things,' Paul suggested and I could have sworn I felt my heart drop at the mention of me having to leave me Dad.

'Sounds like a good idea Paul,' my Dad agreed to his boss' idea and fully ignored my pleading looks.

'Awesome! C'mon Michelle; it's more fun upstairs anyway,' Freddie said whilst grabbing my hand and dragging me upstairs.

This was so never part of the plan. Since when do the parents let their kids go socialise? Since when does my Dad let me go somewhere with four boys when he isn't there?!

Freddie pulled me down onto a tan couch once we were upstairs and sat on the carpentered ground in front of me and stared at me as if he was expecting a story or something equally ridiculous. I watched the three older brother join us and take various seats around the room which I deemed as the "children's lair" and all stared at me.

'Okay seriously I don't care if your Daddy's the boss of mine, if y'all don't stop gawking at me then I'm gonna punch one of you,' I threatened and all four boys started laughing.

'So she does speak,' the eldest commented and I gave him a puzzled look as he picked up a discarded foam ball from the ground and began chucking it back and forth between his hands.

'You all owe me ten bucks each; I want it by tomorrow morning,' Shane informed his brothers who all reluctantly nodded.

'She couldn't have held out for a few more damn minutes could she?' Nate asked to no one in particular though I knew it was about me as I was the only female in the room.

'What the hell are you going on about?' I asked the brothers who all merely smiled at me.

'We like placing bets on how long it takes for the newcomer to talk,' Nate explained as he stood up and took a seat next to me, 'there's a shy one in every bunch and you just happened to be the shy one this time around.'

'You placed a bet on me? That's not creepy at all,' I said sarcastically as my eyes followed Freddie as he walked out of the room.

'So now that the bet is over with can we get into the dirty stuff?' Shane asked as he too got up from his original seat and sat next to me so that I all of a sudden felt very closed in.

'Nah; we should go easy on her first up,' Jason said and I could feel a headache beginning to form from their constant talking about things I do not understand.

'What the hell are you going on about?' I groaned as I leaned forwards and rested my head against my knees.

'Have you ever had sex?' Shane asked straightforward; not even bothering to beat around the bush.

'Whoa!' I said as I sat bolt upright. 'Why are you asking that?'

'Because I like to know what I'm getting myself into when it comes to girls – if you've had sex it's cool but I'd rather not get anything from you,' Shane said and I heard the sound of skin hitting skin and turned to see Nate hitting his head with his palm.

'Let's just say I have no idea what you're talking about and why you're planning to have sex with me,' I said as I stood up and began slowly walking away from the brothers, 'and how about we pretend this conversation never happened?'

'Sounds good to me,' Nate agreed as did Jason and they both stood whilst Shane stubbornly stayed seated.

'I so knew I shouldn't have cancelled on the date; at least I know what Danny's talking about half the time,' I grumbled and this comment finally got Shane to stand up and within a blink of an eye he was in front of me with his arms crossed.

'I'd prefer it if my girlfriend doesn't have some poofta as her arm candy when I'm not around.'

'Since when am I your girlfriend?' I asked incredulously and had to ignore the butterflies that began flying around at the idea of dating this Shane boy.

'Hasn't your Daddy told you that our parents are trying to figure out which one of us you're gonna end up dating?' he asked smugly and I felt my mouth drop open.

Oh this cannot be happening.