Disclaimer: I do not own the works of Camp Rock.

I really don't know where I'm going with this. The idea popped into my head when I was wondering why in the world there are happy endings, and suddenly I just turned on my computer and started writing whatever my heart told me to. And, here I am. It's going to be a chaptered story -- I've got the first few chapters written, and this is just the prologue. If I get a good response from reviewers, then I'll post the rest of the story, but if I don't, then, it'll just be a story for myself.

The story won't be too long, like 25-30 chapters, but it won't be short either, like 3-5 chapters. I'm thinking somewhere around the middle, settling down for a comfortable 10-15. I hope you'll like it, and I hope you readers would like me to post the entire story.

Prologue

In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

What I've Done – Linkin Park

I always loved you, Mitchie. But standing here, watching the scene unfold in front of my very eyes, I'm starting to question that.

The first time I saw you – scratch, the second time I saw you -- the first time, you told me off while you were covered in flour – I thought you were a goddess sent down from the Heavens. I'm not kidding, Mitchie, you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen in my life.

And then we started talking. Started getting to know each other. And this seems strange, seeing as we'd known each other for about 5 days, but I was starting to fall in love with you – I really was. And then, came the lie.

It's funny – that was, what? Four years ago? Five? I don't even remember – The important thing is, I remember every second of it. From when Tess asked you about your mom, to when you revealed your secret, to when I rushed away from the scene. The truth is – after I ran away like that, I cried. I really did.

But you know what I regret the most? It's not because I haven't talked to you in four or five years. It's not that I didn't even give you a chance to explain yourself. It's not that I ran away from Camp Rock, ran away from everything, after that night.

My biggest regret, Mitchie Torres, is falling in love with you. I did. That's my mistake. I should have never let my guard down. I should have never let you inside, never have let you see the depths of my soul. If I never let myself fall in love with you, we wouldn't be in this mess.

I wouldn't be here, standing outside your dorm room, throwing rocks up at your window.

You wouldn't be up there, exasperated as hell, trying to get to sleep, but being disturbed by your wacko ex-boyfriend. Wait a second, we were never really together, were we? No -- I never let you close enough to give you that much commitment.

You know, I admit. I missed you. A lot. I was nothing without you – I really was. And maybe loving you will be the biggest mistake of my life.

But let's start from the beginning, shall we?

What do you think? It's a lot different from most of things I usually write. It's slightly angsty, too, but not much. Right now, I'm contemplating whether or not they should have a happy ending. Happy endings are so cliche, don't you think? And they're unrealistic -- I don't have many happy endings in my life, and most other people don't either.

Well, I hope you liked it, even though that was extremely short. I will post the rest of the story depending on your responses. Which, in translation: If you review, I'll post more chapters ;D.