First Camp Rock Fanfic. Not much of a talker so I don't know what else to say. I'm mostly writing to get into writing again. If I made any mistakes I'm so sorry. Hopefully I'll update often. Let me know what you think. Oh and I don't own any Camp Rock peeps. Besides that...enjoy.
Mitchie's POV
'How did I get here?' I thought to mself as I stood outside the house of someone who used to be my best friend. I am current currently standing in the pouring rain but I don't care.
"How did I get here?" I ask myself aloud this time.
One day earlier…
The day is gloomy. The weatherman has predicted rain and with the way things are looking, I wouldn't doubt it. But I couldn't care less. I just ended my tour and finally get to go home.
I hate gloomy days but my sunny attitude was easily beating it. I usually want the feel of the sun on my face or to be able to run and dance in the rain. No middle ground.
Today is sunny to me because for the first time in months I'm home.
My house matches me quite well. Tough I became a rock star a few years ago; I never let it get to my head. I got close once but pulled myself out of it before I got in to deep. I live in a one story house in a nice neighborhood that I regrettably do not get to see often due to tours, interviews, and movie and television appearances.
In my crazy schedule I still make time for my parents, my sister Abby, my best friend Caitlyn and my loving boyfriend James. His crazy schedule working as an intern at a nearby hospital makes our relationship more manageable since I'm out of town a lot.
After what happened with Shane, James is a miracle that was sent to me through Caitlyn just when I needed him. She was and still is there for me.
Caitlyn knew that I was sinking and sinking fast. That is when she introduced me to her brother. I still remember that day.
"Mitchie, you really need to get over Shane." I gave her my 'I'm trying' look. "I have an idea. My brother is visiting from college. You could come over and meet him."
"Sure. I've never met your brother before." I was not too interested but hey, it would be rude not to meet him." "What is he majoring in?" I asked a little interested.
"He's studying to be a doctor." She must have read my mind because she added, "He's one of the good ones that can balance being smart and be fun in case you were wondering. He loves to talk about other things. I talk to him about music when he has time to talk on the phone and he does have a great sense of humor.
She knows me too well.
Dinner went a lot better than I expected. Then again, I really was expecting someone who I would have a hard time communicating with.
Plus, I decided to change that night. I went from innocent, shy Mitchie to Michelle, the girl who is laid back and doesn't care.
"Hi you must be Mitchie Torres. I'm James, Caitlyn's older brother." He greeted as he extended his hand.
I took it. "Hi James. It's Michelle now. I think I've outgrown my nickname."
James, Caitlyn and I talked in the living room while their parents finished making dinner.
James started. "So I'm kind of confused. You met my sister at camp and now you two work together, right?"
"Yeah. We performed together at Final Jam. A couple of scouts confronted me that night about joining their label." I began to answer.
Caitlyn continued. "She told them that she would consider the labels that would sign the both of us."
"They liked the idea and we made a joint decision on which label to sign with." I finished. "I was the greatest decision I made because I don't know what I would have done without Caitlyn there."
"Wow. You two really hit it off that summer. This was last summer right?"
"Yep. How much do you know about music?"
He laughed. "I tried trombone when I was little and that's the extent of it sadly."
"He's better than he lets on I talk about music a lot and he catches on to some things." Caitlyn added. "He knows more than your average wannabe doctor?"
Over dinner we talked about more about him. "You know Michelle, I haven't heard all of your songs but my favorite so far is 'Here We Go Again'."
"I thought you didn't know much about music."
"I don't. But my friends take me to parties every once in a while and there isn't a party without some of your music. Plus, I should know a bit about my sister's music career and it's linked to your music. So I've done a little research. You're really good."
I laughed. "So I'm sitting with a fan. You aren't going to stalk me are you?"
Caitlyn cut in. "My brother stalking my friend. Eww. That would kinda pointless since you're his sister's friend."
"True." James added. "And it wouldn't be staling if I just asked you out now would it?"
I suddenly snapped out of the memory as I pulled into my driveway. Driving was a luxury that I wasn't giving up when I was at home.
When I pulled up, I noticed James' dark blue Focus, which is weird since we agreed to see each other tomorrow.
I love him so much. He probably wanted to surprise me and lost track of what time I get home. After all, I gave him a key when he volunteered to feed my cat while I was gone. Yes I have a cat even if I'm mostly on the road.
I walked up to my beige house. When I went to open the dark red door, I noticed that it was ajar. Hesitantly, I pushed it open and stepped in.
"Hello? James you left my door open." I waited for a reply. "James, I know you're here. You car is parked out front." Still no reply.
I started to worry. "James. Game's over. You can come out now." I decided to get out of my entrance way and headed into the living room.
There I saw James lying face down on the floor. I ran over to him. As I got closer to him I noticed the back of his head bleeding. "James!"
I knelt next to him. "James, talk to me!" I rolled him onto his back. "James, look at me. Open your eyes please!" When I felt for his pulse I noticed blood must have gotten on me when I turned him over. I didn't feel anything hopefully because I was panicked.
I rushed to the phone and called 911. A woman answered. I gave her my name and address. I need an ambulance. I came home and my boyfriend… I found my boyfriend in my living room. He's bleeding and I can't… I can't find a pulse." I rushed through all of that.
"An ambulance is on its way." She tried to keep me calm until the ambulance arrived.
The ambulance came a couple minutes later. Shortly after they did, they pronounced him dead.
The police arrived not long after that. I was ushered out outside and asked a bunch of questions. Most I can't remember because I was too numb. They told me that my house was now a crime scene and asked if I had anywhere else to go. I told them that I'd stay at my sisters' house.
That night I stayed with Abby. After I showered and changed, I briefly told her what happened before calling Caitlyn. It was the hardest phone call that I had ever made. It was a long time before I cried myself to sleep.
At one twenty seven in the afternoon I woke up. At least that's what I think the clock says. It doesn't matter because everything that happened last night hit me. I started to cry again and this time the sky cried with me.
Eventually I decided to get up and try to eat something. That didn't work. Abby's at work around this time, so I have the house to myself for a couple more hours.
I try to watch the television but every channel is covering last night.
It was late when I got the phone call.
"Hello?"
"Mitchie. It's Abby." She didn't sound right.
"Hey Abby, what's wrong?" I was really concerned.
"Mitchie, you need to listen to me. Don't talk. Just listen." She continued quickly. "The cops found the murder weapon. It was one of your book holder statues. It was wiped clean. The whole place was too clean. Mitchie, they think you did it."
I jumped in. "Me? I didn't do it. What do I do?"
"I know you didn't do it. That's why I'm helping you. They're coming to pick you up. You need to get out of there. Go somewhere they won't find you. Go now!"
Without hesitating I hung up. Everything I had brought with me was still in a backpack. I grabbed it and ran out the back not thinking about where I was going or what I was doing. All I know is that my boyfriend was trying to surprise me and someone killed him before I got there. It must have been right before I got there or the police wouldn't suspect me. After all, I did come home straight from the airport. Now the police think that I did it.
I had to go somewhere they wouldn't look. It had to be with someone I trust. That is hard because they will look for me with the people I trust.
A thought came to me. It doesn't matter if it's the greatest plan. It's the first on to come to me, making it the best I had. It was with someone who would believe me and the cops wouldn't look.
So I arrived at one of the last places I thought I would go.
'How did I get here?' I thought to myself as I stood in the rain outside of a dark brown, single story house. I should have kept in touch with my best friend. It might have been for the best since no one would look here now. What's done is done or so they say. He's my best chance.
"How did I get here?" I ask myself out loud this time before I rang the door bell.
That's what I've got so far. Hopefully I'll update soon.
