Hey guys:) Thought I'd write a really short story! And this is an intro. Don't expect me to update anytime soon. lol
Reviews would be lovely:)
-Ariana

P.S. I'm not sure if I can use the real names of Celebs...even if it's temporary.... So if any changes are needed, I'll make up a name. lol
Disclaimer: I should own Camp Rock, but I don't.

Four years.

It's been exactly four years since I last saw them. And by them, I mean my family, best friend Caity, Ella, Peggy, Shane, even Tess, and Nate the love of my life.

I could count on him for anything, but not anymore. He's the purpose of me leaving everything I ever loved. My career went down the drain and I'm on all those 'where are they now?' shows.

It's ridiculous really.

But that doesn't matter to me anymore. Cause right now, I am most definitely not Mitchie Torres. I'm Demi Lovato, mommy of the year and waitress of the month. I bet you would have never guessed, huh?

It's my mom's maiden name, and my grandma's first.

Since those four years, I've changed a lot. But I do remember this one time at the diner where people actually thought I was somehow related to Mitchie Torres.

I was Mitchie Torres.

Nothing is really the same as it usued to be. I remember the day before I left, the crying was unbearable.

I waited near the sink where the tests were. I held my head in between my legs, trying not to let my tears win the war I've been fighting for days. I crawled toward the three tests to see my fate.

The first one read....a Pink plus, I bit my lip to keep tears from shedding. I also didn't want to cry for the sake of my Boys. Sitting on a tour bus in the only bathroom is difficult when everyone can hear you do...whatever you do in the bathroom.

The next two said 'congrats!' and 'positive'. I'm not so sure 'congrats' is the right way to say it...

Anyways, what am I supposed to do with this...this...baby? Some tears were almost falling out of my eyes, I tried blinking them away., but that didn't seem to work. I simply cried to myself in silence, hoping no one would try to burst into this very moment of my life.

"Mitch? You've been in there for a while. And no one wanted to interupt, so we stopped so Nate could pee in a bush." Jason said quietly. "Can I come in?"

Of course Jason would come in during a moment like this.

I smiled at how sweet, yet weird they are. But that doesn't help the fact that I'm....pregnant.

I quickly pushed my horrible thoughts aside, wiped the tears from my cheeks and opened the door just a crack to see him with worry-sick eyes. I let him slip in really quick, and sunk down to the floor in feedle position. He followed suite to my movements, in front of me. "Are you okay Mitch? You got us all worried." He spoke softly. I just nodded shoving my head inbetween my legs.

I quickly crawled to the toilet and threw up what smelled like breakfast. Jason came behind me to hold my hair back. When I was done, I limped to the sink to rinse my mouth out and wash my face. He looked at me through the mirror, curious to my behavior these last couple days.

Barfing my brains out. I've been just a bitch to everyone, even Caity. And rubbing my barely showing tummy.

"Jase, I'm not okay. I feel horrible. I look horrible. And I most definitely smell horrible." I whispered in a hoarse voice. "Nate hasn't said 'I love you' in months, Shane is a drama queen, as usual. And you....you j-just don't get it!" I cried grabbing onto his shirt.

"Awh Mitchie. I try to understand! But I don't know how to..." He whined, rubbing my back as I shortened the cries into sniffles.

"Jase...If I told you something. Something excrutiatingly important...You have to promise not to tell anyone." I stated nervously. I looked up to see his eyes concerned again. "You can't tell anyone." I said sternly. He nodded his head vigurously.

"I promise Mitch. You can tell me anything. Scouts honor." He smiled. "But...I'm not really a scout. But what about Guitarists Honor?" He said seriously.

"Sure Jase." I rolled my eyes. "But you can't tell anyone. No matter what." I said again, making sure he got the concept. He nodded his head again, a little more annoyed. "I'm pregnant." I whispered bluntly.