I revised this story a little bit, because I just read it and I think I can do better (2 years later..) haha.. so.. bear with me.. It's not going to happen all at once, so some of it might not make sense for a little bit, but I'll try and be fast about it! 8)

***This story involves rape***

I dont own anything camp rock or disney

Chapter one

I feel like I finally opened my eyes.

It feels like its been weeks, months, years.

Everything is sharper. The colors, my mood, people, and i laughed. I actually laughed. It was real this time too!

I guess i should start from the beginning. My name is Mitchie Torres, and I'm 17.

I'm not exactly the most popular person at school, i have all of two friends there. I go to a big school too, 550 kids in my year alone. My mom says I'm a strong, independent woman, but that's just a nicer way of saying I'm an invisible loser. I've heard it before. I mean, my life was alright, two really great friends, a loving family, pretty good grades, i was even writing and singing songs... alone... when i knew no one was around.

I'm also really shy. Pathetically shy. I can make just about any situation ridiculously awkward, and just the thought of doing a speech in the front of the whole class makes me queasy. Just something about huge groups of people staring at me. I feel too exposed, too vulnerable. If I say something stupid, bam, there's a kid to laugh at it.

Anyways, the two friends i do have, Nate and Carey, I've known since 1st grade. We're also neighbors. Carey's the smart one out of the three of us. She gets the 4.3 GPA and is in all honors classes, it's insane. Me and Nate are the music buffs. He's good at every instrument known to man, and naturally he can also sing. Sometimes I get really jealous, but I still love him. I've only had the balls to sing in front of him once. He said it was good, but I felt so awkward. I mean it's one thing to sing in the shower and in your room when no one is home, and another thing entirely to sing in front of someone. I also play piano and guitar though, and I'm not too shabby at that.

Nate's Uncle started this whole Camp Rock thing for kids, where kids who enjoy music can go and learn more about it, find ways to improve their talents, and also its just an over all really fun summer camp. Nate really wants me to go, but my mom's catering business is just starting to take off and my dad says money's gonna be pretty tight for a little bit, so it's going to be hard to convince them to let me go. Amazingly though, there's been about 10 brochures found throughout my house by my mom throughout the past couple weeks, and i can only assume this is Nate's doing. This camp starts in 8-10 months, and i guess he's decided to get a head start in his pleading. I think my mom's a little fed up with it, but she loves Nate so much, I don't think she'll turn him down in the end, even if money's tight.

Most Fridays, Carey, Nate, and myself would go to the local coffee shop to kind of hang out. We weren't into parties and stuff, but we still liked to get out of the house. On this particular Friday, I noticed that Dean Grayson was sitting across the cafe. Dean Grayson is one of the most attractive guys at school. He looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. His tan skin, light hazel eyes, dark hair, perfect smile, rock hard abs... he was a catch, that's for sure.

I've had a crush on Dean since Freshman year of high school. To be fair, I think half the school had a crush on him. He was a star athlete, star student, perfect kid basically. Tonight, he was hanging out with a lucky few. Usually he was surrounded by people, but tonight he only had about 10 of his usual crowd with him.

Carey and Nate were talking about some test that they both thought they bombed, like Carey could possibly bomb a test.. when my order was called. I was slightly excited, because Dean's table was near the pick up counter, so I went over there a little faster than I probably would have normally. Shockingly, when I got there, I saw Dean grab for my drink. I could've sworn I heard my name called.. I looked at the cup, and saw 'Mitchie' written in big, bold, black letters across the side of the cup.

"Um.. I think you have my drink.." I said shyly. Dean turned around, looked at me, confused, then looked back at the cup. Realization dawned on his face.

"Well, shit," he laughed. *swoon* "I do. I'm sorry about that, I guess I just heard the order being called. Here's your drink. You have awesome taste in beverages," he smiled, playfully.

"Thanks, I take it you ordered the same thing?" I asked.

"You betcha," he smiled.

"Red Velvet Hot Chocolate for Dean," the barista called out. Dean grabbed his drink and smiled at me.

"I'll see you around, Mitchie," he said. Then he winked. Winked. I believe my knees just buckled a little bit.. I walked back to Nate and Carey with a shit eating grin plastered on my face.

Revised.