Author's Note: Hey peoples! This is just a quick author's note. This is a two shot, but if you like it, it might turn into a story. It depends on how much you and I like it. It's a fluffy Christmas one shot for all you Smitchie lovers like me. I know it sucks, but it's my first try at a two shot!

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, any of its characters, or actors and actresses. If I did, I would be so lucky to own the Jonas Brothers and Demi Lovato.

Ages:

Mitchie-19
Shane-21 (I know in most other stories, he's three years older than Mitchie, but too bad. :P)
Nate-19
Caitlyn-19
Jason-23 (He's old. Lol.)
Ella-21
Faith-19

(Mitchie POV)

I opened the door of my room. My roommate and also one of my best friends since Camp Rock, Caitlyn Gellar, was already there, staring at a piece of paper. "Hey." I said. She didn't answer. My other roommate, Faith, smiled at me. "Don't worry about her. She's been like that for a few minutes." Just then, Caitlyn snapped out of it. "Huh? Oh, hey Mitchie." She said. "Well, finally!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. Caitlyn smiled apologetically. "Sorry Mitchie. I'm just excited. I'm meeting Nate for dinner tomorrow. I can't believe Christmas day is tomorrow!"

"Yeah. I'm meeting Shane for dinner tomorrow too. I haven't seen him for more than three months!" I exclaimed. Caitlyn sighed, and got a dreamy look on her face. "Oh no. Not again." Groaned Faith. "Come one you two, we got to get to the airport in fifteen minutes. So finish packing!"

Some time later, we were all dragging ourselves to some empty seats on the plane. We were going to New Jersey, where both me and Caitlyn lived. Caitlyn had been staying with us for over two years before we went to college, because her parents had no time for her. And they still don't. Faith was coming with us because…her boyfriend lives in the town next to mine, and she doesn't want to spend Christmas with her family. I don't know the whole story, but she promised she would tell me later. So here we are, sitting uncomfortably in a cramped airplane, excitedly waiting for Christmas day tomorrow. Ah, I hate airplanes.

"Mitchie. Mitchie. MITCHIE!" whisper yelled Caitlyn. I opened my eyes. "Mm? What's the matter?" I asked sleepily. "We're here!" she said happily. I sat straight up. "Finally!"

Faith grumbled. "Ugh, I officially hate planes." I laughed, standing up. "Join the club." I told her. We got out of the smelly cramped airplane, and claimed our luggage. "Mitchie!" I heard someone yell. I turned around. My mom was standing there, waving her arms wildly. I waved back, walking towards her, and motioning for my friends to follow me. "Oh, sweetie. I missed you." Mom said, hugging my tightly. "Mom, I'm in college. What do you expect?" I said, giggling. She smiled at me. "You're right. I got last year through, and this much of this year. I can do it. And especially since you're going to probably start a family of your own with a certain celebrity." I blushed. I knew she meant Shane. Did I forget to mention? I'm dating Shane Grey, lead singer of the STILL popular band Connect Three. Me and Shane have been dating for three years. We met at Camp Rock. Ok, enough explaining. Back to the present. We all walked to my mom's minivan, and loaded our bags in, and got in the car.

I smiled. "Home sweet home." I said, looking at the house that my parents bought more than three years ago. I got my stuff out, and walked into the house without THAT much difficulty. "Mitchie!" smiled my dad, opening his arms. I hugged him. "Hey dad." I said, letting go. "Hi sweetie. You can go upstairs and get unpacked, and come downstairs for dinner." He told me. I nodded, and took my bags to my room.

It wasn't that different, just a little blank. I took most of my stuff to college, but not everything. I laughed when I saw the poster of Shane Grey. I don't know why I have that. I quickly got unpacked, and put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, and walked down the hall to the guest room, where Faith was sleeping. Caitlyn was sleeping in her room, which used to be another guest room. "Hey guys." I said, walking in and sitting cross legged on the bed. "Hey." Said Caitlyn, smiling. "Listen, Mitchie? Nate told me to wear a dress for tomorrow's dinner. And you should too." I nodded, than stopped. "Wait…I don't have many good dresses." Her smile widened. "That's why we're going to the mall tomorrow morning!" I grinned, and then said, "All right! Wait…what about you Faith?" Faith shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I'll tag along. Josh said that we might go out for dinner too." Josh must be her boyfriend. She doesn't mention him much. "Ok! It's settled! We're going shopping tomorrow!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together. Just then, my phone started ringing. "One second." I said, holding up one finger, and took my phone out of my pocket. "Hello?" I said. "Hey Mitch." I heard my boyfriend say. I smiled again. "Hey Shane." I walked out of the room, into the hall. "What's up?" I asked him. "Nothing! I just wanted to hear your voice." He said. I giggled. "You're so cheesy." I told him. "But you love me right?" he responded cheekily. I sighed. "I guess I have to."
"Ah! I am offended Michelle Torres!" He said in mock offense. I giggle again. "Huh? Ok. Sorry Mitch, I have to go finish packing. Nate is freaking out right now, even though the flight is tomorrow. Whatever. See you tomorrow, I love you baby." He said, sighing. "Ok. Love you popstar." I replied, knowing it bugged him. But it was my nickname for him anyways. "See you tomorrow." I hung up. I went downstairs. "Hey mom! What's for dinner?" I asked her. "Pasta." She responded. I nodded in approval, and said, "Anything I can do?" She shook her head. "No, sweetie. You can go up and rest. I'll call you down when it's ready." She said. "Ok." I answered, and went back upstairs to gossip with Caitlyn and Faith.

Author's Note: There you go, the first part! It's not that long, I know. But whatever. Enjoy. I'll post the next part tomorrow.

Love,

Kristi