Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my computer isn't working, I'm on my moms computer right now and I was real desperate to get this story out. Once my computer is working again, I'll post a new chapter for EVERY story I'm working on right now. :)
Summary: Have you ever been in love with someone? Have you known them for years? Well, I have. Except right now, my story isn't too happy. My crush thinks of me as a best friend. Even better, he has a girlfriend.
Disclaimer: Sorry, peeps. I don't own camp rock!
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Mitchie's POV
~Flashback~
8 years ago
"Mithie!" Shane cried.
"What?" I asked, searching for the somewhat desperate voice. I found Shane lying on the ground, clutching his knee, crying. "What hapwened??" I cared for him. "The gwound hit me!" I sat up, "Baby! The gwound can't hit you!" "Yes it can!" "No It can't" "Well, it did." "Did not! You fell!" Shane looked confused, "I did?" "Yes, Shwane, you did! Ha! I'm rwight!" Shane got up, and dusted himself off, "Wet's go git ice cweam!" "Otay!" Me and Shane dashed for the house.
~End Flashback~
I giggled, remembering how bipolar we were back then. Whoops, sorry, let me introduce myself. My name is Mitchie Torres. I'm sixteen, and in love with my best friend. Problem, he ONLY thinks of me as his best friend. He even has a different girlfriend…… every month. And I'm the one to clean up his tears when someone dumps him. Usually he does the dumping, but every once in a while, he will get dumped, and he will bawl his eyes out.
But who cares? Not me-well maybe I do-but I'm just the helpful best friend from when he was six. Sometimes I even cry myself to sleep thinking about him, but he doesn't need to know that. No, I just keep him believing that I'm having too much caffeine, and that's why I'm tired every morning. Back to reality, if I tell him I'm in love with him, and he doesn't like me back, there goes our friendship, but if he does like me back, and I do tell him, we live happily ever after. But if he does like me, and I don't tell him, we'll eventually end up going separate ways, and there goes our happy ending. Now you see why my life is so complicated.
I'm Mitchie Torres, and I hate my life.
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What do you think? This is just the prologue, but please tell me what you think.