(Allright! Because of the continuous reviews that I keep getting I decided to get to it and finish up the next chapter! I know you guys keep asking about where the other characters will be coming in like of course the infamous Connect 3 and the rest. I promise they will be coming in soon! Just bare with me! ^_^ and on with the chapter! Chocolate Chip Cookies to everyone who commented on where Mitchi's father was, it will start to make sense in chapter 3!! Enjoy!)

Where you Are is Where I want to Be

Camp Rock Fanfiction

By: IAMSOAP

Chapter 2: The Hardest Thing

"We are so sorry for your loss."

Mitchie couldn't remember how many times she had heard that sentence during the last two weeks, but she knew that she was getting really sick of hearing it.

'Were they even really sorry or just saying that because they had to?' she pondered to herself as she wandered around her house in a daze.

They day of the funeral had dawned bright and beautiful, but Mitchie didn't remember much of it. After her melt down at the hospital and the way her father was strangely distant towards her, she had pulled back inside of herself and built up a huge wall around herself.

She became numb to everything around her; if she was numb she wouldn't have to feel the pain of losing her mother.

It was now two weeks after Mitchie had been told the horrible news and after the funeral and burial that morning, everyone was over at the Torrez household to pay their respects.

Mitchie remained non-responsive to everyone, even her best friend Sierra, who remained at her side for the whole day.

But also Mitchie had not spoken much to her father since the accident. He had briefly come in to see her at the hospital to ask if she was all right and then he had taken a habit to be at the hardware store all day and wouldn't come back until very late.

This was expected though, as he also had just lost his wife but why he would barely talk to Mitchie was a mystery.

She looked over at her father and noticed something, he seem so calm and collected. He was keeping up such a strong front, a distant one but a strong one all the same.

Mitchie knew how broken she was about losing her mother, and she had had her melt down at the hospital, but she had come to accept the fact that her mother had passed, but whenever she accidently let her emotions in she felt the pain and shock that came with losing a loved one.

Again she wondered how her father remained so strong when Mitchie felt so lost.

~ImissyouImissYourSmile&IstillShedaTeareveryonceandaWhileItsdifferentnowbutyouarestillhere~

It was two weeks later that she received the answer to her question.

She woke up in the middle of the night when her healing but still injured ankle had moved into an awkward position, when she heard a strange noise from down the hall.

It was her father and he was crying.

So that was how he always looked so strong, he had kept everything inside when around everyone else but when he was alone he let his emotions go.

Mitchi sighed and turned over, making sure her foot was in a comfortable position before trying to go back to sleep.

There was nothing she could do for her father now, but in the morning she would talk to him and maybe then they could be there for each other and things might gradually get easier.

But when Mitchi reluctantly dragged herself out of bed the next morning, she did not really want to face another day.

But after hearing the pain her father was in she knew she wasn't the only one hurting and could be there for her father to help him through this hard time and he could do the same for her.

So with that in mind she threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt before making her way downstairs.

"Dad?" she called when she didn't see him in the living room.

She entered the kitchen; no one was there either.

'Where is he?'

The answer to Mitchie question was taped to the fridge door.

Went to store,

Won't be back until late.

Don't Wait Up.

Mitchie sighed, well there it was, he was off to work again, would she ever get a chance to talk to her father about this.

Probably not.

Mitchie went to pick up the phone to call Sierra but then remembered that her and her parents had left for an end of the summer camping trip before the school year started. Sierra had been reluctant but Mitchie had insisted that she go.

She was regretting that now. She sighed, 'Oh well, might as well keep myself busy today.'

For the last four weeks both Mitchie and her father had been lacking in the cleaning duties and the house was a mess. She decided to help her father out by cleaning everything up.

She started in the kitchen, whose counters were covered with fast food bags and take out boxes, the sink was full of dishes rinsed but not cleaned from the wake two weeks prior. Cleaning took a good hour with all the dishes and garbage to throw out, she also swept and washed the floor.

Next was the living room that had things left over from the wake. Thank goodness for Sierra who had stayed after everyone had left and helped Mitchie package and put away all the left over's, otherwise there would have been rotting food everywhere.

She gradually worked her way throughout the entire house, cleaning and tidying, vacuuming every carpet, sweeping every floor. Soon everything was done but the laundry, which she started around 2 o'clock.

Mitchie didn't bother stopping for lunch, another thing that she had lost in the last couple of weeks was her appetite, and she was barely ever hungry. Unfortunately, she had lost of lot of weight in the hospital and the barely eating made her lose even more.

She knew she should be eating so she forced herself to eat crackers and drink a glass of milk, but she still didn't look herself. Her face didn't help matters; she was constantly haunted by dreams of her mother and always woke up and had hard time falling back asleep.

Shaking those thoughts out of her mind she started on the laundry, she was trying to keep her mother out of her head, thinking of her would bring pain and hurt that she did not want to remember. She needed to be strong, to help her father and her own self.

It was when Mitchie was in the middle of doing laundry that she received a special phone call; "Hello?" she said quietly.

"Mitchie is that you?" the male voice on the other side of the line asked.

"Hi Shane." She replied quietly.

"Hey," there was an awkward pause before Shane said anything.

"Umm, so I was just talking to Caitlyn, and I umm…I heard what happen. Are you okay? How are you… holding up?"

Mitchie sighed, she hadn't told Shane and the rest of the guys, because she knew they were busy on their country tour and didn't want to worry them.

"Umm I am okay, just a fractured ankle and wrist plus a couple bruises here and there. My wrist is basically healed but my ankle bugs me every once and a while." She replied quietly.

"Well that is good," he said. "I am really glad you are okay Mitchie, and I am really sorry about your mom."

"Thank you." She said trying to keep her voice from shaking.

What was happening? She had been able to keep her emotions at bay for this long and here comes Shane and he makes her want to tell him everything. How much she missed her mom and how her dad is avoiding her and she feels so alone and lost.

Unwillingly, Mitchie let out a sob, and a tear fell.

"Oh Mitchie…" Shane sighed. "I wish I could be there for you."

Oh he was so sweet. He sounded so torn, and she knew that he really wished he could.

"It's okay; it's just…well I miss her so much." She said shakily, trying to keep her emotions under control.

"I know there isn't much I can say that will make things better, but know that I am here for you Mitchie, me and the guys. So if you ever need to talk to someone call any of us, anytime. All right?"

Mitchie seriously loved those guys, they were amazing friends to her at camp and now she had three great friends who were looking out for her.

"Thanks Shane, I will keep that in mind. It means a lot to know that." She said, slowly her tears stopped and she felt a little bit better after she had let some of those emotions go.

"Oh!" Shane said. "The other reason I wanted to call was to tell you that we will be in your area in a few months when we start our eastern part of the tour and you are welcome to come visit us or we will come see you. Of course we got you tickets to the concert as well, that is if you want to come."

Mitchie sniffled and smiled; a small one, but a smile none the less.

"Thanks Shane, I would actually like that, it gives me something to look forward to."

"Don't worry Mitchie, things will get better soon. Each day things will get a little better and little bit easier. I promise." Shane paused, and Mitchie heard someone talking to him in the background. "Listen, I have to go but remember that you can call us anytime, my phone will always be on."

"Thanks Shane, I will keep that in mind."

"Will do; bye Mitchie."

Mitchie sighed as she hung up the phone but as she did she found herself letting out another small smile.

Shane's called had done something for Mitchie, it had cheered her up a little bit and now she had something to look forward to. It would be good to see the guys again, they were so much fun at camp and maybe now they could bring a little light back into her life.

She couldn't imagine how hard it had to be on Shane to call her, it is never easy to find the right words to say to someone who had just lost someone close to them but he had done it.

He was also the one person (besides Sierra) who she felt that could truly open up to and tell him anything, and she did and she could.

Suddenly Mitchie realized something, Shane was right.

Things would get better, and eventually the pain she felt at the loss of her mother would ease, it would always be there but it wouldn't hurt as much.

She realized she should also remember the good times she had had with her mother, and all the things Connie had done for Mitchie.

Yes, she knew her mom would want her to be happy.

With that though in mind Mitchie decided to try and stay as positive as possible and just take each day as it came.

Things would getter better, and they would get better – they had to.

But things would get worse, and Mitchie wouldn't see what was happening until it was too late.

(Okay so that was sooo badly written but I fixed it up the best I could! If you still see some errors please let me know my editor is on summer vacation right now so it would be nice for a second pair of eyes ^_^)