Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters. Especially its characters. Because that would be slavery. Which is frowned upon in most societies. Along with Cannibalism.
"We're home!" the three of us called as I opened the door to my parents' house. They still lived in the house i had grown up in. My parents came through the kitchen door, and my daughters dropped their bags and ran to hug them. I smiled as they ran to the kitchen to find Dylan, then went to hug my mom and dad.
"Hey, Mom. hey, Dad," I said, hugging them each in turn. The last time I'd seen them was about ten months ago, at the funeral. I'd been a hysterical mess, and I knew it hurt them to see me like that. I also knew that I looked a lot better now, and I'd gained back the weight I'd lost during those long months of depression.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" my mom asked in a concerned voice, her hands on my shoulders.
"Better," I said. "A lot better." And it was true. Something about Camp Rock had been therapeutic to me. Maybe it was all the music, or maybe it had been Shane. But whatever it was, it had made me a lot less sad than I had been at the beginning of summer, and a lot more like the old me.
I hugged Dylan quickly, teased him a little, and went up to my old room. Everything was exactly as I'd left it when I went to college. My closet was empty, and there were a few boxes stacked in a corner. My old guitars and keyboard were even there. They were covered in dust and the guitars were probably way out of tune by now. I wasn't even sure I remembered how to play them.
Sighing, I went back downstairs where Mitchie was playing the song she'd performed at Final Jam on the piano, and I couldn't help but smile. She was turning out to be just like me, and even if she wasn't I would still be as proud of her as I was then. Though I did have to have a talk with her. If she thought I hadn't seen her flirting with the boys she was mistaken, especially if she did know and though I would let her get away with it.
My parents shooed Dylan, Mitchie and Katie outside, demanding that I tell them what happened this summer. I told them everything, including Shane. As soon as my dad's face began to turn red, I stopped.
"Dad, I swear, he's grown up," I explained quickly, trying to calm him down. "Twenty years is a long time, long enough for him to mature. He apologized for everything and, though it took a little while, I was able to forgive him. He's an okay guy. trust me." Slowly, my dad's face faded back to a more normal color, and I continued telling them about my summer. When I finished, they were quiet for a little while.
"That sounds fantastic, Mitchie, but are you sure Shane's changed?" My mom asked. I smiled as I thought of all the things Shane had done for me over the course of the summer.
"Yeah, I'm sure."