hello :)
this came spilling out of my brain and on to the paper the other night before i could stop it.
just a little nate/mitchie.
i don't own camp rock, sorry. :(
haha, enjoy!-
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He wants her. Not in the sense that he wants her as though he wants to ravage her like crazy in the back of her cabin; that's never crossed his mind. Not that he'll admit, anyway. No, he doesn't want her as much as he needs her; she's like a drug to him, with her strawberry infused shampoo and wild-berry body wash. It's more apparent to him now than ever - how that ever so apparent melancholy yet happy feeling bubbles up inside of him when she smiles, how when she walks by, his heart catches in his throat and his stomach churns. And now, standing there next to Shane and Mitchie in front of the bonfire, he realizes just how bad he needs her.
Instinctively, his fists curl into balls in the pocket of his green hoodie. Despite the heat during the daytime, it can get unbelieveably cold at Camp Rock. And now standing in front of the bonfire with Shane, Jason, Mitchie and Caitlin, he ignores the chills that go up his spine - not only from the temperature, but just from being near her.
"Nate!" She says excitedly, bouncing in front of him like a kid in a candy shop. Her hand juts out, metal prongs and a bag of marshmallows in tow. Nate simply smiles and takes one of each from the girl with bangs in front of him. "The graham crackers and Hershey's bars are over next to Jason. Hey, are you okay?"
Before he can answer, a desperate shout is heard to their right.
"Mitchie!" The girl in his band mate's hoodie looks over at her boyfriend, Nate following suit. Shane is panicked; the marshmallow on the end of his prong is in flames, and is slowly turning to black. She turns back to Nate, clearly expecting an answer.
"Dandy," he tells her, faking a smile. She simply nods as he puts the marshmallow on the silver stick and pokes it into the fire before she calmly makes her way to Shane, laughing in the process.
"Let me," she tells him gently. Nate can her the smile in her voice, but does not smile along with her. The two of them get the flames extinguished, and as much as he wants to tear his eyes away, Nate can't. Shane, instead of throwing the blackened marshmallow to the ground, as Nate would have, simply sticks half of it in his mouth. Mitchie takes the other half, and their lips interlock. She squeals and giggles like a schoolgirl when he pulls her close and doesn't let go. Nate wants her- so, so bad. So bad, he could be sick.
Shane has always gotten what Nate's needed for as long as the pair can remember. It is not necessarily a bad thing, no; it has always been more of an unspoken agreement, a silent treaty. Shane had a dog, Nate got a fish. Shane got a PS2 for Christmas while Nate simply got a GameCube.
Well congratulations, Shane, the voice inside Nate's head murmurs. You can add another to that ever-growing, ever-expanding list; you got the girl. The only difference this time is that I got nothing.
"You always want what you can't have."
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so i really like writing nate/mitchie. it's a little bit hard, but a nice change of pace - and i figured since nick and demi are both beautiful people, they might as well get their own fic. :)
wellllll, if you're in the mood, then by all means, review! (i really appreciate it!)