Hello! This is my first story ever! Whoo! It's in Mitchie's POV and that's about all you need to know. Hope you like it! Oh, and sorry for all the tense and grammar problems I have. My friend helped me fix most of them but I'm pretty sure there are still lots. Please enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or anything relating to Camp Rock. I just wrote this story about Camp Rock.
Summary: After Camp Rock, Mitchie finds herself falling in love with three completely different guys at the same time. Which one will she choose? ShanexMitchie, NatexMitchie, OCxMitchie
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1 month after Camp Rock…
It just turned 2:29. One more minute until Shane calls me. 30 seconds. Any moment now, the phone will ring. I wait and watch as my digital Hello Kitty alarm clock flashes and reads 2:31. That's weird. Shane's never late. Something's wrong. Another 30 seconds…nothing. I grab my phone and press the number 3. I hold it for about 3 seconds and watch as the keypad screen changes into a dialing insert name here screen. At this particular moment, the inserted name was Shane Grey. I wait. A minute and a half later, I get a reply.
"Hello?" Shane asked.
"Shane? I—" I was interrupted.
"Haha. Gotcha didn't I?" He said.
"That's for sure," I think to myself.
"I'm not here so leave a message after the beep and I might call you back!"
Beep. Silence.
I choose to hang up and call another friend of mine. I press the up arrow on the keypad. It leads me to the dialed calls list. 3 names from the top, I find who I'm looking for. Caitlyn Gellar. Dialing…connected. I wait for her to say something. Instead, I hear her rapping.
"Hey it's Caitlyn and I'm not here, so leave a message, sing it loud and clear! Whoo! Haha. Leave a message!"
Beep.
"Wow Caitlyn. Nice…er…rapping. Haha. Yeah...um…anyways…uh…call me back! We need to talk." I say before deciding hang up.
That last line lingered on the tip of my tongue as I ended the call. We need to talk. Yesterday, Shane said those exact words to me over the phone. I jumped. My phone had started playing the all too familiar tune of Connect Three's "Play My Music". I'd listened to that song everyday for the last month. The thing was, I'd never heard it coming from my phone. I looked at the caller ID.
Nate Black.
What? Why would he be calling me? Reluctantly, I flipped open my Motorola Krzr and answered.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Mitchie! It's Nate." He said nervously.
"Yeah. Um. Hi." I replied.
"So?" I asked.
"Oh. Right. Um. I don't know how to say this but…well…you see it just isn't working…um well…Shane doesn't feel…he thinks that you guys should just be fr…" Nate stuttered.
"Enough said," I interrupted.
"I'm really sorry Mitchie." Nate said sympathetically.
"Oh. No. It's…cool." I said as I tried to brush off the fact that I just lost this guy I really liked.
An awkward silence followed and lasted until Nate decided to say, "Well, I'll talk to you later then."
"Yeah. Um. Bye Nate." I manage to whisper as I feel a stream of tears come down the sides of my face and down to my chin.
I froze once our 27 second conversation ended. My phone slipped out of my hands, my heart stopping for a second as I crashed onto the ground and everything went black.
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I woke up to find that I was no longer at home. I looked around. Everything around me was white. The walls were white. The bed I was laying on was white. The sheets were white. The table to my right was white. Everything was white. It was all so boring and dull. I decided to sit up. I was gladly greeted with a bunch of multicolored flowers. Finally. A splash of color. There were 3 main bouquets. Two of them had little cards that said "Get well soon Mitchie!" The third one held an envelope. From my position, I can't see what it says. I decide to stand up totally disregarding the fact that I'm probably on dozens of meds. I bring my legs over the right side of the bed and carefully slide off. I am successfully able to stand, but as soon as I take a step, the room feels like it's spinning. I ignore my dizziness and continue to make my way over to the bouquet. I carefully take out the envelope and discover my name written in pretty handwriting across the front. I don't recognize the writing. Curious, I begin to open the envelope but am interrupted by the worried voice of my mom. I quickly place the envelope back into the bouquet and head back towards my bed to sit down.
"Mitchie! You're okay. Oh, thank goodness. Honey! Caitlyn!" she called, "Mitchie's awake!"
I laughed, "Hi Mom. Um…what happened to me?"
"Oh sweetie, I don't know. I came home from the grocery store yesterday and found you lying on the floor in your room. You're phone was lying open right next to you." she answered.
I thought back to what happened yesterday. I almost forgot that Shane had broken up with me. Actually, Nate had broken up with me. I couldn't believe it. The boy that I was falling for didn't have the guts to dump me on his own. He had to send one of his band mates to do it for him. I didn't understand. I guess the shock caused me to collapse. That is just awesome.
"Mitchie!" I heard as Caitlyn Gellar entered the room. I looked over and saw that behind her, my dad was smiling his usual happy smile.
"Hi Caitlyn," I responded. I then turned to my dad and greeted him with a stern nod. His smile disappeared as he nodded back. Then we both exchanged our signature smiles. I love my dad.
A short moment later, Caitlyn began to freak out. "How are you? Are you okay? What happened? Why'd you faint? What was that voicemail about? Mitchie!" she cried.
"Caitlyn! Calm down. I'll tell you in a sec. Hold on." I responded.
"Okay, but—" she started.
I stopped her before she could say anything else, "Hey Mom, Dad, can you guys leave me and Caitlyn alone for a while. I need to talk to her."
They looked at me suspiciously, as if I was hiding something from them, but soon agreed to leave.
With the door closed, I told Caitlyn everything. I didn't realize that about halfway through the story, tears started pouring out of my eyes. I found myself finishing the story in a series of hiccups and sniffing.
After I stopped talking, Caitlyn said, "I'm so sorry Mitchie. I can't believe it. That insensitive jerk. I ought to—"
A tall lady with long hair then steps in. I'm guessing she's the nurse.
"A young man is here to see you Mitchie. Would you like me to send him in?"
Him? He wouldn't. Why would he? He's the one that didn't want to talk to me in the first place. It doesn't make any sense. I…
"Mitchie? Hello? You still there?" Caitlyn asks.
"Um…yeah. Send him in." I decide.
With that, the nurse exited and in a matter of 3 short seconds, came back with a teenage boy covered with a head of curly hair. Caitlyn and I looked at each other with expressions of shock on both of our faces. Shane Grey wasn't here. He wasn't the one with a large bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear in his hands. He wasn't the one standing under the door smiling a weak, worried smile at me. No, Shane Grey no longer cared. I nudged Caitlyn and asked her what I should do. Her eyes grew wide as they shifted from me to the boy. An awkward silence hung over the room. Then, one of us decided to break it.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
I sat there, still frozen and shocked that Nate Black was the one standing in the doorway. I couldn't say a thing. I just stared at him. A moment later, I felt a series of pokes from Caitlyn's left elbow. I looked over. She was smiling now but her eyes were still wide open.
"Answer him," she muttered.
I mentally slapped myself and turned my attention back to curly haired boy.
"Yeah, Nate" I managed to whisper, "You can come in."
"Cool. Um…so, how are you?" he said as he walked towards the edge of my bed and sat down next to me.
"Fine," I answered, "I just kinda knocked out after our um…phone call."
"Yeah. Sorry you had to hear that from me. Well, I got you flowers…and a teddy bear!" He said as he held out the giant stuffed bear and red roses.
"Thanks." I said, reaching for the gifts.
As he handed them over, I noticed his eyes shift from me to Caitlyn. I looked over and saw that Caitlyn was once again frozen, her eyes pointed in the direction of the door. I looked back at Nate, whose eyes were now aimed straight at the door as well. I followed their stares and found a boy with black, shoulder-length hair staring directly at me.
"Mitchie," he said, "we need to talk."
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