Right. So this was supposed to be up weeks ago (for those of you who read my note on my last story), but I wanted to wait a while to make sure that when I went back to re-read it I still liked it. I did ... obviously(:

And... I'm actually going to be making two versions of this story. The other version will be Jemi (Joe/Demi). This is the Smitchie (Shane/Mitchie) version because I realize that many people probably won't read the Jemi one since its "not legal". Whatever(:

This version is just a little different from the Jemi version because I want it to sort of relate to the movie… So Camp Rock as a movie or the auditions for it can't really be mentioned. Other than that, the versions should be identical.

Just a warning: updates will probably be a few weeks apart, hopefully no more than a month. I have issues with confindence in my writing so I like to write a chapter and wait a little while so that I can go back and make sure I don't absolutely hate it. Anyways, read on... enjoy(:

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Running. She was running. Running away. Away from home, away from her friends, from her family. Running away from him.

Mitchie Torres ran her fingers through her dark hair as she sat patiently. She'd been waiting for hours, but she knew it would be worth it. She had worked so hard to bury her past, to leave everything behind and move on with her life.

It was difficult to start over, as she knew it would be. She flew across the country to Los Angeles to pursue her dream of becoming a songstress, though deep down Mitchie knew it was mostly to get away from him. She needed to be as far away from her old life as possible and it just so happened that she was able to follow her dreams in the same place.

A loud voice echoed throughout the room as another name was called, bringing Mitchie out of her reverie. She was at an audition for Camp Rock, a prestigious music camp where one goes in an attempt to be discovered as an artist. Mitchie had always wanted to go to Camp Rock. This wonderful camp, all about music, where dreams came true… it was perfect for Mitchie.

Since Mitchie was a little girl, she had wanted to become a singer. It was when all Hell broke loose at home and her world was turned upside down that she became even more determined to reach her goal. But, Mitchie soon realized that it was much harder to get discovered as a singer without the entire world knowing about you. Most singers were discovered online, for example, becoming popular on YouTube, or by auditioning for shows such as Idol of America or Americans Have Talent.

Mitchie didn't want that.

She didn't want gossip television shows going on about millions of online viewers loving her cover of a song by her favorite artist or Bryan Oceancrest congratulating her on winning Idol of America. Sure, it would probably be a lot less discouraging than being rejected by director after director of several music camps, but it would also allow him to find her, and that was the last thing Mitchie wanted. By going to these camps, nobody would know about Mitchie until she was actually discovered and by then she'd have a plan to avoid him… At least, she hoped she'd have a plan by then.

So, when Mitchie first heard of Camp Rock, she knew that that was the way to go. She'd be able to sing and get noticed if she was good enough. But, most of all, Mitchie could become an entirely new person.

Mitchie, who had just turned seventeen, had died her hair black long ago and generally dressed in all black, occasionally venturing out to dull grays. She was not an unhappy person, but wasn't one to wander around smiling like a fool, either. But who could blame her? Her attitude changed when he changed years ago and it was hard to return to the person she once was.

The person who laughed and joked with her friends – not that she had any anymore. He took that away from her, too.

The person who loved wearing bright colors because everyone said it matched her bright personality.

The person who experimented with all different kinds of makeup, from bright eyeshadows to colorful lipsticks. Now, Mitchie's makeup was usually dark, not varying much from black eyeliner or smoky eyes.

She just wasn't who she used to be, no matter how much she didn't want to be who she was now.

Another reason why she wanted this so bad.

Going to this camp meant Mitchie could leave her own life behind and become someone totally different. It meant she could forget her past, forget about him and just… be. Mitchie could start over and be a happy-go-lucky girl with best friends and forget about the fact that she never had that before. Camp Rock was exactly what she needed.

"Michelle Torres!"

Mitchie stood as someone called her name. She scanned the room and saw a friendly looking woman standing in an open doorway with a clipboard in one hand and a megaphone in the other. It was her turn. Time for her audition.

Walking toward the woman, Mitchie glanced at all the people in the waiting room. Almost every single pair of eyes were on her. Some seemed to be sending her a message of 'Good luck!' while others glared, knowing she was competition for the spot they wanted, too.

Mitchie stepped into the audition room and saw a cameraman, ready to film her audition, a table of five people, probably the director and others involved in running the camp, and a boy. She was shocked to realize he was one of the brothers in the ever popular band, Connect 3. Mitchie knew who they were, though she didn't particularly care for their music, and was slightly star struck when he turned and smiled at her. This incredibly handsome boy – I'm sorry, man – smiled. At her. And not in the wicked-makes-you-sick-to-your-stomach kind of way she was used to. It was a genuine, welcoming smile, almost as if he were greeting her without words.

"Hi," he said, reaching out his hand to shake hers. "I'm Shane," he smiled again.

Mitchie tried not to flinch as he moved closer. She really had to work on that. She just wasn't good with people, especially men. It wasn't that she was antisocial. She had no problem talking to people, it was the touching part that made her nervous. Why was everyone always so touchy, anyway? What's wrong with a simple, 'Hey, how's it going'?

"Hey," Mitchie gave a small smile, though she knew from the look on his face that he could tell it was fake. "Mitchie Torres," she replied as she slowly put her hand in his, ignoring her instinct to run in the opposite direction when they came in contact.

Shane gave her a confused look and tried not to appear offended that she seemed disgusted by him. He just looked towards the director, waiting for him to instruct them on what to do.

"Hello, Ms. Torres," said a man, who Mitchie assumed was the director. "I'm Brown Cesario, the director of Camp Rock."

Mitchie smiled a brief 'Hello' and shifted nervously.

Brown continued, "We have a few songs selected that you can choose from. John, give her the sheet music."

Mitchie hesitated. "Actually, I was told we could sing our own pieces if we wanted…?" she asked, unsure. She had one of her own songs folded up in her hand, waiting to be opened and sung.

Shane studied Mitchie's behavior – the way her body was tense, the way she seemed nervous, stuttering and giving uncertain answers, the way she wouldn't make eye contact with anyone. Shane continued to stare at her, determined to make her look at him.

Mitchie could feel Shane's intense gaze on her and slowly brought her eyes up to his. She had a blank look on her face, refusing to let anyone see how she was feeling. As she stared into his eyes, Mitchie froze, unable to look away. He had the prettiest eyes she had ever seen – the outer circle a deep brown that faded into a soft hazel, changing to a rich honey color towards the center, all speckled with gold and green flecks. She had never seen anything quite like his eyes and they rendered her speechless. Mitchie found herself wishing she could look at them all day.

Before Shane could even congratulate himself on getting her to look at him, he gasped as he looked into her eyes. The amount of pain and sadness he saw made his heart ache and her grim expression only intensified it. His heart pounded in his chest as he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her broken eyes shook him to the core and he reluctantly looked away, frowning slightly as he wondered what he had done.

"Oh!" Brown broke the silence, forcing Mitchie and Shane to pay attention to him again. "I didn't realize you had something prepared. Go right ahead."

Mitchie smiled at him and John, who put the other music away. He smirked in her direction, but Mitchie just brushed it off.

"A-Am I… Should I play the piano while I sing?" Mitchie questioned, looking towards the back of the room where a baby grand piano sat. Everyone looked at her, an almost surprised expression on their faces.

"You can play piano, too?" John asked her. Mitchie just nodded silently and waited for someone to answer her question.

"Yes," Shane turned towards Mitchie who looked a bit startled that he was the one to answer her. He looked at Brown, who glared at him slightly for answering the question for him, but Shane shrugged and said, "I want to hear her play. John?"

Mitchie looked at both Brown and John, waiting for them to give her permission. Brown just smiled brightly at her.

"Be our guest."

Mitchie walked past John, noticing the odd smirk he was sending her way, but deciding to ignore it. She sat down at the piano and arranged the sheets of music in front of her, placing her fingers on the correct keys.

"Should I sing the whole song?" Mitchie asked. She didn't want to sing the entire song. She was nervous enough as it was and didn't want to risk messing up any more than necessary.

"Just start from the beginning and stop after the first chorus. Shane, just jump in whenever you feel it fits. I'd like to hear you two together," John stood up and hovered behind Mitchie to point to where she should start. Mitchie froze as his hips brushed against her back. He was too close to her.

Trying to calm herself down, Mitchie took a few deep breaths and waited for John to move. She let out a deep sigh of relief when he walked back to the table a few seconds later. Shane gave her a questioning glance and stationed himself by the side of the piano so he could see the music in front of her.

"Whenever you're ready."

Mitchie took a deep breath and nodded. Glancing at the music before her, she began playing the few notes before the second verse slowly.

"I didn't wanna say 'I'm sorry' for breaking us apart" Mitchie sang softly, feeling a bit awkward. She stared at the wall a little to the left of her as she let Shane sing the next part.

Shane wasn't paying attention, though. It was then that he noticed just how pretty this girl actually was. She was very petite, only about 5'4" with an itty-bitty waist, which she accentuated by wearing a belt around her black, long-sleeve dress. She was curvy, but not obviously so and her curled, raven colored hair looked exceptionally soft and silky.

Mitchie lightly kicked his foot to get his attention and nodded toward the lyrics. Shane got the hint and sang, "I didn't wanna say 'It was my fault' even though I knew it was," he paused and waited for Mitchie to begin singing again. He examined her face – her slightly pouty lips, the light freckles dancing across her nose, the way her nose curved upward just a little bit at the tip, and the way her eyes bore into his, almost as if she was looking inside him, like she was reading his innermost thoughts and feelings.

"I didn't wanna call you back, 'cause I knew that I was wrong," Mitchie looked up at Shane, and sang with him, "Yeah I knew, I was wrong."

Mitchie played the piano a bit louder, building up to the chorus. "One in the same, never to change. Our love was beautiful." She sang, not bothering to sing slow or softly anymore as she focused on her voice blending with his. It made her heart beat erratically as she waited for him to join her again.

"We had it all, destined to fall. Our love was tragical," Mitchie paused while Shane continued singing, "Wanted to call-"

"No need to fight-" Mitchie sang again.

"You know I would've lied." Shane interrupted her.

"But tonight, we'll leave it on the line." Shane sang with her again, his heart fluttering at the sound of her voice. He looked at Mitchie and smiled at her when he noticed she was giving him a small, but genuine smile. She really did have a beautiful smile, even if it was just a tiny one.

Shane's heart stopped for a minute. Her curled hair framed her face delicately and she had a bright smile on her face. The sadness and pain he'd seen in her eyes previously was dimmed as her joy took over. It was obvious that she honestly loved to sing, and she was amazing at it, too.

Mitchie smiled at Shane and took a deep breath. The smile he was giving her made her blush slightly and look away. She loved singing with him. She wanted to audition all over again just so she could hear his voice with hers. It was exhilarating and she'd never felt so good while singing before. It was the happiest she'd been in a long time.

"We'll give you a call in about two weeks to let you know if we want you to do a callback," Brown said to Mitchie. She glanced at the rest of the table, her eyes focusing on a woman who looked incredibly excited, and John, who just stared at her with a secretive glint in his eyes. Mitchie briefly wondered what he was thinking, but dismissed it quickly.

Mitchie felt a hand take hold of her arm and her mind started screaming. Flashbacks clouded her vision and she stepped away quickly, glancing at who had grabbed her. Shane looked at her with a shocked expression on his face. She laughed nervously and looked away while he tried to understand what had just happened and why she seemed so repulsed by him.

"Ms. Torres?" Brown called for her attention. "Do you have a parent or guardian we can contact in case we can't get in touch with you?"

Mitchie tensed abruptly at the mention of her parents. She coughed awkwardly and shook her head. "N-No. I, uh… I live by myself. You should be able to reach me, though. I-I'm almost always h-home."

"Well-"

"I'm sorry, but you're phenoenal!" the woman at the table cried, interrupting Brown. She jumped out of her seat and grabbed Mitchie by her shoulders, shaking her excitedly. "Brown, we have to admit her!"

Mitchie gasped and quickly moved out of her arms. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and all she could see were cold blue eyes staring down at her in hatred accompanied by a malicious smile. Mitchie closed her eyes, willing the image out of her mind. She could feel herself slowly losing control and the intense need to get out of the room pulsed through her veins.

No.

She wouldn't let him destroy this for her. She'd come so far and she wasn't about to ruin her chances at getting this role because of him. She was going to do this no matter how much pain it caused her later. She was so close. She wasn't giving in now.

Mitchie took a deep breath and opened her eyes to find Shane and the woman staring at her with wide eyes. She panicked and racked her brain for an excuse.

"S-Sorry. You just startled me," Mitchie laughed awkwardly, nervously bouncing on her feet. "I wasn't expecting it is all." Mitchie looked directly into the woman's eyes, determined to make it look like she was telling the truth.

She just nodded and offered an apologetic smile. Mitchie returned the smile, though Shane knew it was fake, just like when he'd first met her. He watched as Mitchie thanked Brown, John, and everyone else before walking out of the room. She caught his eyes while passing him, but looked down quickly.

That woman may have believed Mitchie's excuse, but Shane wasn't stupid. He had seen the absolute terror in her eyes when the woman had grabbed her. You just don't get that scared when someone startles you. Something was going on with this Mitchie Torres girl and he was going to figure out what.

Terrible? I know, very typical ending… I know it was wayyyy shorter than the Jemi version, but that's because that version had the audition for Camp Rock as a movie, so I had to have Demi act and sing in her audition. Mitchie didn't need to do the acting part in this version, so that entire part needed to be taken out.

The song was On the Line by Demi Lovato (feat. Jonas Brothers).

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