Sunshine and Rainbows
A/N: I knew I couldn't stay far away from the CR category! This is another Mitchie-centered one-shot, so be prepared for some OOC-ness. Reviews are appreciated.
Summary: Because Mitchie Torres no longer wants to be Sunshine and Rainbows.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mitchie Torres/Camp Rock. I wish I did, but I don't. Are you happy Disney? I admitted it!
She watching the rain fall outside her window, upset and angry. She wants to hit the glass as hard as she can stop feeling so helpless…but then that would make a mess and she simply could not handle another mess.
Or another conflict.
Who was she, this Mitchie Torres? Was she the girlfriend or the friend? The star of the show or the extra? Little Miss Sunshine or Little Miss Rude?
Then she decides to stop thinking about it because now she's getting depressed.
She steps away from the window and looks at her dreary room, cringing even more now. Everything is bright and purple and she hates it. She doesn't like the style of it all and decides to forget about not making messes.
Now, she's taking down all of her posters and throwing her CD's on the floor and messing up her bed. It gives her a rush to act like this-like someone who's not Mitchie. The thought gives her twisted pleasure and she wants to do it again and again but she learns to control herself. She forces herself off her high and sits on the floor.
The girl is staring at the chaos she's created, and, to be honest, she's never felt so good. Playing the rebel has never felt so good.
Maybe that's who I am now, She thinks, smirking. Maybe I am the rebel.
She knows she's kidding herself, but it's still nice to pretend. (Lately, it's all she's good at).
Mitchie looks at her nails and rolls her eyes at the colour. Pink. Bright and ugly and attention grabbing pink. The colour was much like Tess, but she wouldn't go too deep into that now.
Was she like the colour pink? Did she demand attention and adoration and love? Even if it was the fake kind?
Then she switches her train of thought because that idea scares her.
She glances at her fuzzy comfortable socks and smiles. Orange. Warm and inviting and neon coloured orange. The colour reminded her of Caitlyn, but she didn't want to think about her right now.
Was she like the colour orange? Did she act warm and welcoming and vibrant? Even if the person didn't deserve it?
Then she shakes the thought out of her head because it sounds kind of tool-ish.
Mitchie glimpses at a lamp on the floor before scowling. Green. Natural and calm and simply boring green. The colour described Peggy, but she quickly faded out of her mind.
Was she like the colour green? Was she real and quiet and uninteresting? Even if it meant she would be an outcast?
Then she disregards the thought because she will not accept being a loser as an answer.
Mitchie gets up and steps out of her room, slightly frustrated that she hasn't figured out who she is yet. She knew she was changing, but who was she changing into? Tess, Caitlyn, Peggy? The options don't seem that pleasing.
She lands at the bottom of the stairs and looks out to the porch. It's still raining, and that gives her this impulsive and crazy idea.
Soon, she's taking her socks off and taking her hair out of its pony tail. All of her bracelets fall onto the ground and her expensive earrings join them.
She won't need them outside.
Mitchie's at the door now, ready to run in the rain. It's making her stomach twist in excitement and anxiousness, and it's then she realizes something.
She may not know who she is, but she knows who she's not.
Mitchie Torres is no longer sunshine and rainbows.