Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or Mitchie or anyone ... just the plot and Pete.
Home, sweet Home
"Of course you can, Mitchie. Come on in." answered a now fully awake Brown with a look of concern in his eyes. Brown was the owner of Camp Rock. He had fair hair, that was messed up from sleeping, grey eyes and was dressed in dark blue pajamas.
The tired girl smiled weakly and let out a sigh "Thank you. I didn't know where else to go!" Stepping into the private rooms of Browns house standing on the verge of Camp Rock, Mitchie sat down at a big wooden table opposite Brown.
"What happened, my dear? You look awful!"
"Why thank you Brown. That's exactly what I need right now." Retorted the tired teen, rolling her eyes and her sentence dripping of sarcasm.
"That's just how I am, you should know that Mitch!" Brown just laughed at Mitchie.
"Yeah I do know that and I'm glad to witness your empathy once again." Mitchie answered grinning weakly. "I really didn't know where else to go and then I thought of Camp Rock and most importantly you. You always helped me through everything and I thought you where the first person to understand my situation."
"What exactly is you situation, Mitchie?" the curiosity was now visible in Brown's words and just when Mitchie wanted to answer the question a yawn let her words die down. "Well, look at the time. Maybe we should just get to bed now and catch up tomorrow. How does that sound?"
"Awesome. I haven't slept for like 24 hours. I'm beat. Is the guest house still where it was 2 years ago, Brown?" stifling a yawn again Mitchie stood up of the chair she was sitting at, talking to Brown.
"Naturally. Should I bring you there anyway?" Brown was just concerned that she wouldn't find her way after 2 years of absence and she'd get lost in the woods surrounding the Camp.
"No, I think I'll be fine Brown. See you in the morning!"
"Alright. Good Night, Mitch!"
With that Mitchie grabbed her duffel bag and exited the wooden house and made her way across the square behind Brown's house, also known as the office or the main house, and made her way over to the guest house that was placed carefully at the verge of trees, surrounding it. 'Home, sweet Home' was the only thought that was currently in Mitchie's head. Because well you see, since her first year at Camp Rock, that was when she was 13, until her discovery just 2 years ago Camp Rock was like her second home. Together with her brother and his bandmates she always had a blast. His band was discovered in the same year Mitchie was, but they insisted on living their life like they used to and just letting things be. They loved their music, but their family and friends where to important to them to leave them behind. Maybe if Mitchie had stuck to them at that time she wouldn't even have gotten into this situation. But 'what if's doesn't bring her far now. It was too late. Maybe the place where she first discovered her love for music and her real self would help her remind herself why she once loved her life so much. Just time would show. Yeah, that's all she needed, time and space.
--Mitchie—CampRock—
A piercing sound disrupted Mitchie's deep sleep the next morning. She took her pillow and put it over her ears, but the annoying sound was still there. After a couple of minutes of restless moving Mitchie finally decided to search the cause of the sound that took the comfortable sleep from her. Looking up she immediately found the cause – her phone. Why didn't she turn it off last night? Oh, right because she just fell into bed without even changing.
Picking up her phone she got of the bed and groaned when she saw who was calling. It was Pete. It seemed like now was the time to explain her absence.
"Talk to me." Was Mitchie's only greeting. She didn't feel like being the goody-goody.
"Mitchie! Where are you? I'm worried sick here. I already called 3 times but you never picked up. Is anything wrong? You should have been to your photoshoot like an hour ago. Are you hurt?" Stopping Pete's useless rambling, Mitchie spoke up and Pete was quiet.
"I won't be anywhere a while Pete."
"Why? Are you hurt?" Pete repeated his prior question.
"No Pete, I'm alright. I'm not hurt." Was the answer of the brunette.
Pete just let out a sigh before speaking up again. "Then why aren't you here?"
"I …" A tear escaped Mitchie's eye as she was thinking of her behavior not just the previous day, but all the days since the fame got to her. "I …" she started again, unable to finish the sentence.
"What is it, Mitch. You know you can tell me anything." Was the soft response on the other end of the line.
"Pete, … it's … well, I just can't handle it anymore." Mitchie answered quietly, almost inaudible.
"Can't handle what anymore? Please, Mitchie, just tell me. It can't be that bad."
"But it is! I've become a Diva over the past year. I can't handle all this pressure and façade anymore. I need to find myself again and to accomplish this I need to stay right where I am, Pete. I don't want people to know me as the Pop Princess that's becoming more and more like a younger version of Britney Spears. I can't do that to myself. I can't do that to my family. Just because I'm not speaking to them right now doesn't mean I want to hurt them like that." Mitchie was now breathless after finally admitting her problem and maybe having a solution for it.
"But where are you Mitchie? I just need to know where you're staying."
"Why, Pete? I don't think you need to know. I need time for myself and I'll come back when I'm ready!"
"But-" Pete was interrupted.
"But what Pete?" Mitchie's voice was slowly rising an octave, indicating anger on her side. "This is my life and none of your business. I need to fix this my way or no way at all."
"But it's for your own safety, Mitchie. If anything happened here I'd need to know where you are." Pete frantically tried to reason with an angry Mitchie.
"No it's not, Pete. Don't try to find me, please."
"But-" Mitchie had enough, she didn't even let Pete finish his sentence. She just hung up the phone and turned it of. It was to prevent any contact to the outside world. She needed time for herself and there really wasn't any sense on telling Pete where she was. He'd just come here and try to reason her on going back for her career's sake, but she knew that this (A/N: the escape) was for herself. Truth was, even though Pete always seemed like a good friend and not her manager he was after fame and money all the time. That was the only purpose he even considered managing Mitchie. Her voice just literally screamed fame and Pete knew that. Without Mitchie, he was nothing.
A knock on the door interrupted the pop star's thoughts. Mitchie walked over to the door and opened it to see Brown's grinning face in the doorway.
"Looking better, Mitch. I'm glad to see Camp Rock is already affecting you. In a good way." Saying this Brown stepped into the guest house, followed by Mitchie, and sat down on the little couch that was in the living area. "So, Mitchie. I'm nosy. Why are you here?"
Sighing heavily Mitchie plopped down besides the camp owner and told him the whole story. Of her becoming more and more what she never wanted to be, the article in the newspaper the previous day, her manager and everything that was going wrong when she left her life of fame and glamour.
"So basically I thought, that maybe the place where I first discovered my love for music and found my style could help me find myself once again and that's why I'm here." Mitchie finished of her recall of her thoughts.
Brown had a look of concern in his eyes and sighed. "So the rumors were true. The famous 'Be-true-to-yourself-not-anybody-else-Mitchie' lost herself. But I'm optimistic that your stay here will help you remember."
"That's what I hope, Brown. So anything new while I was gone?" Mitchie was back to her camper self in an instant and was curious.
"There really is something you need to know, Mitch …"
A/N: It seems like you all were wrong my dear reviewers! Lol Mitchie was going to Camp Rock and Brown, didn't expect that, huh?
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