A/N: I don't own Camp Rock : (

This chapter is a little long, but TRUST ME. You will not regret it!

-Niki-

"Mom..." Mitchie sniffled. She had walked to the corner of Caitlyn's street. "Can you come pick me up?" She asked timidly.

"Mitchie, it's only been an hour. Is something wrong? Are you-"

"Yes mom I'm fine. I'm just...the party got boring." Mitchie lied. Her mother took a few moments to respond.

"...Alright. I'll be there soon."

Mitchie hung up, and attempted to cover up her bear stomach with her hands. She had gotten out of the house so fast she didn't even bother to grab her clothes from the bathroom. She didn't care at the moment, but was really starting to regret it.

Well now what, Mitchie? So...Nate Grey wants to be my friend. And doesn't want to make fun of me. That's new. I didn't think that would ever happen. I don't know what to do. Should I go up to him at school? Should I try to be his friend? Or should I just ignore him. Ugh. Boys are so-

Her thoughts were interrupted by Caitlyn's voice.

"Mitchie! Mitchie!"

Mitchie looked back. Caitlyn was running towards her, bikini and all. Mitchie tried wiping off as much cake as possible from her hair and face. Which only resulted in it being more smudged.

"Are you okay? Mitchie, I am so sorry about what happened. I'll have you know that those baboons were thrown out of the party. And I'm talking about Amanda and Holly!" Caitlyn was out of breath.

"It's fine. I'm fine. Listen, I'm really sorry for your cake-or what used to be your cake."

"Mitchie, forget about the cake. Are you sure your alright? I feel terrible for letting that happen. Why don't you come back in? I promise nothing like that is going to happen again. I feel terrible."

"I-I can't go back there. My mom is coming anyway." Mitchie looked down the street to see if she could spot her mom's familiar green mini-van.

"Well then come wait inside. Please, Mitchie. I don't want you waiting outside by yourself."

"I really can't, Caitlyn. Everyone is going to laugh."

"Please? It is my birthday..." Caitlyn raised her eyebrows. Mitchie pressed her lips together to form a firm line. It is her birthday...No. I can't go back. But if I did, I could get my clothes...

"Fine. But only until my mom gets here. Then I'm leaving."

Caitlyn smiled, "Trust me, no one is going to laugh when I'm through with you." She took Mitchie's arm, and they made there way back to the Gellar house.

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"Perfect. Your all done. Let's see them laugh now." Caitlyn gave a hand mirror to Mitchie. Mitchie let out a breath.

"Wow. I look..." She started. Caitlyn cut her off.

"Hot? Amazing? Caitlyn-did-your-makeup-tastic?" Caitlyn laughed.

"I was going to say better than usual." Mitchie smiled to her reflection.

"It's amazing how a little make-up goes a long way, huh?" Caitlyn teased.

Mitchie couldn't put the mirror down. For one, all the cake was off of her face and hair. There wasn't a lot of make-up on her, but it was noticeable. Her eyelashes seemed extraordinarily long. Her cheeks were blushed, a very natural color. Her normally straight hair was loosely spiraled, and her full bangs were parted to the side.

"C'mon, lets go to the party." Caitlyn opened the room door. "Oh, remember to cross your legs, or put them together when you sit down. Your wearing a sundress, not jeans." Caitlyn giggled. Mitchie had given Caitlyn a sneak peak of her secret garden earlier.

"Whoops." Mitchie smiled a nervous smile, while exiting the room.

Mitchie took a deep breath, and slowly made her way downstairs.

"If you need anything, just find me. Anything, Mitchie. Promise?" Caitlyn asked when they reached the bottom floor.

"Promise. Now go enjoy your party." Mitchie said. She just really wanted to reach the bathroom to grab her clothes and leave. Caitlyn smiled and walked out to the back yard.

Mitchie made a break to the bathroom where her clothes lay on the floor. She rattled the door, only to find it locked. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Mitchie called to the other side. She was about to turn around, when the door opened. Mitchie held her breath when she saw who it was.

"It's fine, I was just about to-" Nate looked up at her, and couldn't finish his sentence. A few seconds of silence ended with him continuing. "...About to...get out."

Mitchie hadn't taken a breath since the door had opened. Their eyes had been locked on each other ever since. Oh God. Please don't let him know I'm Mitchie. No, no no no. She thought to herself.

"Do...Do I know you?" His voice was hesitant. Mitchie quickly shook her head.

"Are you sure? I mean your eyes. They seem so familiar. I've seen you somewhere..."

"Nope. No where. I'm no one special. Just an average girl. Who doesn't know you. At all. Because I'm no one special. Just your average girl." Mitchie babbled. She had the tendency to do that when she was nervous. "Yep...Just your average girl right here." She pointed to herself. Nate just nodded a little to himself, but neither of them moved. Mitchie kept on talking, "So average, it's scary. Some people would call it abnormal how average I am. I mean, I have the broken family, I'm an overly obsessed Jonas girl, I pretend to be Camilla Belle-"

"What did you say?" Nate interrupted.

"Uh...I pretend to be Camilla Belle? I mean I'd pretend to be Miley Cyrus, but Nick is sort of eh."

"No, before that."

"Overly obsessive-"

"No the family part." He said.

"Oh...the broken family? My parents are divorced. Just like every other family in the U.S. Crazy people, getting divorces like willy-nilly." Mitchie Nervously laughed. A pig snort escaped. "Oopse." She smiled. Just then Nate had a look of realization cross his face. His eyes widened, and a smile crossed his face.

"M...Mitchie?" He asked quietly. Mitchie's smile vanished. Neither of them moved. Nate broke the silence. "I-Ididn't expect you to look...like this." Mitchie frowned, "I told you...You wouldn't like the girl behind the cake." She started walking away. Nate quickly grabbed her hand and stopped her.

"No. Don't go. I never....I never expected you to be...prettier than my imagination..." He said, looking her in the eyes. A small, teeny smile made way across Mitchie's face. Nate smiled also, and led Mitchie to the living room couch. They both sat down, in silence. For what seemed like hours but was only moments, Nate just stared at her. Mitchie was startled when he made a sudden movement-he took her hand and shook it.

"I'm Nate." He kissed her hand. Mitchie smiled her famous wide smile. "I'm Mitchie." She said quietly. A buzzing noise ruined their moment. Nate looked at his phone and apologetically smiled. "I have to go...I'm sorry. The moment I finally meet you...and I have to go..."

Mitchie put on a fake smile. She really didn't want him to go. This was the highlight of her day. She met someone, who liked her for her. "It's ok...Go." She said, strained.

"I don't want to..but I have to. I want to see you again." He said. His phone started buzzing again.

"Hey...We've got the notebook, don't we? How this whole thing started."

Nate smiled. "I don't want to leave you here alone...Want to borrow my game boy?" He joked.

Mitchie smiled, "No, I'll be ok."

"Are you sure? I have sapphire version in pokemon.." He playfully shoved her shoulder.

"As tempting as that sounds, I'm fine." She smiled, closed lip. He did the same, "I'll talk to you later. Mitchie." He looked at her again, stood up, and walked away. Mitchie sat in silence.

Congrats, Mitchie. You just made a friend.

Wow!! That was exhilarating! What do YOU think? Reviews are my loves at the moment. : )

-Niki-