Disclaimer: I do not own Mitchie Torres... or Shane Gray, or Camp Rock... wow.
2 Small Words
2 Years Later…
"Congratulations to the class of 2010!" Steph Roberts, the student body president, announced. "We made it!" She grinned looking behind her at her fellow classmates. "We have one more speech left, Mitchie?" She motioned her over to the stand.
Mitchie sat up and walked across the stage over to the pedestal, nervously playing with her cap on the way over.
"Thanks, Steph." She nodded and then looked out into the crowd full of proud parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, boyfriends…
"If there's one thing I learned these past four years, it's that goals can be reached, dreams aren't impossible… seriously." She laughed. "But what it comes down to is the people who helped get you there and accomplish those dreams. Take a look around, you're looking at future doctors, teachers, musicians, artists- and it's all thanks to you. When we needed an extra push, when we were a little low on faith, when we were lonely, when nothing could go right- you guys were there. But now here we are, about to go into the "real word'." She said making air quotes around her last words. "And we thought high school was tough. Not really, or so I'm told. We have all these memories to look back now, and we really owe them all to the mom's who drove us wherever we wanted with minor complaint and always made sure dinner was on the table." Mitchie looked out in the audience and spotted her mom, "Thank you. To all the over protective dads who grounded us for coming in past our curfew and yelled when we went over our text messaging limit… which led to them buying us unlimited texting. Thank you." She smiled at her own dad, sitting beside her mom, just barely keeping from letting those few loose tears fall down his cheeks. "To the family that supports and believes in us, the sisters and brothers who can't wait to take our rooms but will secretly miss us, the friends you spent your days laughing with… and crying with. Thank you." She looked over her shoulder at Sierra, her best friend since kindergarten. "And to the boyfriends and girlfriends, who stayed on the phone all night with us when we were too upset over something to fall asleep. Thank you. We are nothing without our support systems… so just remember to thank the people who helped get you where you are today. We did it, but we didn't do it alone. That being said, our time is here! We are the class of 2010!" Mitchie yelled!
Mitchie watched as everyone threw their caps into the air, a swarm of black hats soon surrounded her. She carefully lifted her own hat above her and through in the air. She watched as her classmates hugged, laughed, kissed, cried, and for some, said goodbye for the last… high school was really over.
"Hey Mitch, you going stay up there all day?"
Mitchie couldn't believe her ears; she turned to see Shane Gray standing at the bottom of the stage. She grinned, how the hell did he manage to get here when he supposed to be across the continent on tour? She shook her head, she'd figure that out later.
"Depends, popstar. Are you going to come and get me?" She quirked at an eyebrow at him and slightly tilted her head to the side.
Shane laughed and quickly ran up on stage. He opened his arms for her to only fall into them and brought his lips close to meet hers in an affectionate kiss. She pulled back after only a second and whispered against his lips.
"Thank you."