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Collision with the past

„What is it Brown?" Mitchie looked curious, not knowing what was about to come yet.

"Well, Mitch. It's just that …" Brown hesitated for a moment, but it was enough of time for the popstar to raise her eyebrow.

"Don't keep me in suspense, Brown. What ever it is, you can tell me. I won't flip or anything. I'm trying to change my attitude remember?" The longer Brown was taking with his answer the more Mitchie was getting worried and nervous. "Brown?"

"Mitch, you see –" but he didn't get to finish his sentence as there was a knock at the door.

"I'm gonna get that, but after you have to tell me, Brown, now I really am worried." Mitchie left the room and walked over to the door, opening it. There in front of Mitchie was a girl with dark blond hair, with a redish-gold glow to it, hanging over her shoulders in ringlets. She was wearing black skinny jeans, a neon colored t-shirt and matching pink converse. At the sight of the girl Mitchie gasped in realization of who it was. "Caitlyn?"

"Mitchie? Michelle Torres? But …?" the girl, Caitlyn was as shocked as Mitchie was. She was speechless.

"What's taking you so long poppet?" as Brown was getting impatient just sitting around, when he just wanted to tell Mitchie the news, getting it over with, he appeared in the door way looking at the two girls. "Caitlyn. Nice to see you again. I'm glad you could make it again for this year. You remember Mitchie? I believe you were campers together, a few years ago."

"Yeah, I do Brown. But that's not why I came here. I was sent over to tell you that there is an important call on the line in your office and you need to take it." Caitlyn, a former camper to the time that Mitchie was one too, replied to a confused looking Brown, who didn't quiet understand the coldness between the two girls.

"Well, thank you Caitlyn. I'll go get it then." With that Brown sighed, clearly not satisfied with the outcome of the talk with Mitchie, he really needed to tell her! He made his way past a still stunned looking Mitchie, just looking back once. "Talk to you later Mitchie. Oh and maybe you should wear a disguise when you're on camp grounds or the incoming campers will flip when they see you. The first ones are currently arriving."

"Thanks for the advice. I'll remember it before I go outside." Mitchie answered still looking at her friend of past times. Caitlyn slowly turned around, now her back facing Mitchie, and walked away, but before she was out of earshot Mitchie called after her. "Caitlyn, please wait!"

Hearing her former friends voice Caitlyn carefully turned around to face her again and snapped at her. "What Mitchie? What do you want?"

Mitchie suddenly became nervous. "Well, it's good to see you again, Cat."

"Don't call me that, Michelle. Just my friends have the permission to do so." Countered a bitter looking Caitlyn, just glaring at Mitchie.

"But I thought I was your friend?" Mitchie was just so confused. Why was Caitlyn being so cold?

"With accentuation on was." If it was possible Caitlyn's glare was getting colder by the minute. Freezing Mitchie where she stood.

"Caitlyn. What did I do?" Mitchie was slowly getting desperate and bewildered. She looked with puzzled eyes at the girl standing in front of her.

Caitlyn couldn't take it any longer and her voice rose in an instant and she began shouting at the brunette. "What you did? What you did? You really have to ask that, Mitchie?"

"Please just tell me Caitlyn." Mitchie was begging now. She couldn't stand being shouted at. She always was the one shouting at others not the other way around.

"Well, let's see. Maybe it's the fact that you never called me after camp and your discovery even though you promised or maybe it was the humiliation of always being put of when I called you. Think of it and maybe you'll realize your fault. If you do, talk to me, but if you don't, don't even bother." Caitlyn was pissed of and you could tell. At this state there wasn't a point arguing with her, but if Mitchie wanted to she didn't even get a chance, because Caitlyn took of running down the path that was leading to the camps cabins.

With a sigh Mitchie disappeared into her own shelter and began changing into a grey hoody and her favorite, worn out jeans, put the hood over her head, pulling it deep into her face and left the guest house and went the way Caitlyn was running earlier. She needed to find her, talk to her. She knew what she did. She realized it as Caitlyn took of running. She left her friend and abandoned her for her fame, her dream. Leaving her behind like old jeans. Of course Caitlyn was disappointed. Why wouldn't she be? Mitchie had been Caitlyn's best friend two years ago and after Mitchie got discovered by the label the brunette never turned back around to look for her friends and most importantly Caitlyn, who she had known since her first year of Camp Rock and had been through a lot with. After this first encounter with a piece of her past she suddenly realized how much she missed her old life. She needed it back and if it meant giving up her career, she'd do it. But the first step was talking to Caitlyn and getting her to forgive her. But as she'd witness it later on herself, that was easier said then done.

--Mitchie--CampRock--

As Mitchie was walking along the paths of Camp Rock,still in search of Caitlyn, twenty minutes later she had another encounter with her past even if she didn't realize it at first.

She was deep in thoughts when she roughly collided with a boy. She gasped with shock as she flew backwards, hitting the ground just moments later.

The boy she collided with was up again in an instant, apologizing. "I'm sorry. I didn't look where I was walking." He offered her a hand to help her up, which she gladly accepted. "Are you okay?" The boy asked concerned.

Mitchie slowly looked up in the boys face. He had dark brown, almost black hair, that was falling softly into his eyes and framed his angelic face perfectly. He wore dark jeans, which seemed to be a bit tight for a boy, but he definitely could wear those. Accomplishing his outfit he wore a white, tight t-shirt that showed of his muscles perfectly. This boy had definitely style. As the boy now was looking at her weirdly Mitchie realized that she was staring at him, not answering his previous question of concern. Mitchie finally snapped out of it and answered. "Yeah sure, I'm alright. It wasn't your fault I didn't look where I was walking myself, but either way, no damage done. You alright, yourself?"

"Yeah I am, thanks." The boy answered. It was clear on his face that he was thinking hard about something and then, a moment later, it seemed as if he got it. "Wait, do I know you from somewhere? I can't see your face clearly because of your hood, but your voice seems familiar somehow."

Shit! Mitchie really didn't need people to find out she was at camp yet. She needed a way out of there and quick. "Uhm, I don't think so. Gotta go." Mitchie mumbled quietly and turned away from the boy and quickly took of down the path, still in search of Caitlyn.

--Mitchie--CampRock--

The time was flying by as Mitchie was still looking for Caitlyn and she got hungry. She decided that it was best she would just give up for now and get something to eat from the mess hall. So she slowly made her way over to the familiar building, opened the door, pulling her hood deeper into her face and entered the hall.

The mess hall was packed with newly arrived campers and food was presented on the counters as usual. Mitchie quickly went over to the counters as she collided, for the second time that day, with somebody. The person cursed under her breath as they, Mitchie and the other girl, made contact with the ground.

"What the hell? How dare you, run me over? Don't you know who I am?" the girl spoke up and began getting up from the ground. As the girl and Mitchie herself where getting up, Mitchie examined the girl slowly. She had Barbie blond hair, which hung perfectly down to her shoulders and she was wearing an expensive looking dress in a pink shade and matching heels, which surely weren't suitable for a camp. Looking up at the blond girls face again, it hit her.

"Of course I know who you are." Mitchie said. "You're Tess Tyler. Nice to see you again, Tess."

"Good. And remember my name, don't you dare crash me to the ground ever again." As Tess was rethinking Mitchie's words a puzzled look appeared on her face. "Wait, again? Did I meet you before? Who are you?"

"Yes you did, actually!" and with that Mitchie pulled of her hood, not caring that the other campers saw her too.

As soon as she did gasps throughout the room where heard and several shrieks.

"M-Mitchie Torres?" Tess stuttered.

"The one and only. Do you remember me? I was the one you dissed every year at camp for having an horrible voice, but look who's talking now. I got a record deal and you didn't. So much for being Too Cool, huh?" the diva was coming out again, but at that point of time Mitchie really didn't care. She was face to face with her enemy for the past years and she had for once in her life the upper hand.

Then another voice was heard. "I knew it was you Mitchie. I recognized your voice." The boy Mitchie collided earlier with slowly stepped forward.

Mitchie was confused. Who was this boy? He looked so familiar.

"Who are you?" Mitchie said, clearly confused.

A/N: Dun dun dun ...

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