Do You Have Any Proof?
Shane's Point of View
I stormed off after Beach Jam. How could Mitchie have lied to me like that? I finally thought that I had found the girl who would like me for me, not for my fame. Boy was I wrong. She was just like any other girl I've met; wanting to hang out with Shane Gray, not with just Shane, not with me. I'm starting to doubt that I'll ever find that kind of girl.
A few days later, I was walking by the kitchen at night, trying to clear my head. Tomorrow was Final Jam and I couldn't get my mind to slow down enough to sleep. There was a noise in the kitchen and I turned around to peek through a window. There was a girl in there, hiding her bracelet under a small stack of cookbooks. Not one hundred percent sure about what was going on; I took out my cell phone and started recording what she was doing.
"When I tell Brown that Mitchie stole this, she is so going to be banned from Final Jam," she said, her voice carrying all the way out here. She turned to face the window and I ducked, stopping the recording. The girl walked out of the kitchen and snuck back to her cabin. I sat there for a minute, trying to understand what had just happened. Even though I was furious with Mitchie, I felt the urge to protect her from that girl. First thing tomorrow, I was going to find Uncle Brown and show him this recording to prevent Mitchie from getting in trouble. The next day, I overheard a conversation from the kitchen.
"Do you have any proof?" Uncle Brown was saying.
"No but…" Mitchie started.
"But I do," I said, walking into the kitchen. I pulled out my phone, opened the video, and shoved it into Uncle Brown's hands.
Mitchie's Point of View
How could Tess do that to us? I was furious but I had no clue how to make Brown see that she was the liar, not us.
"Do you have any proof?" Brown asked.
"No but…" I started.
"But I do," a familiar voice interrupted. I turned and saw Shane walking in the door. He was avoiding my eye as he pulled out his phone and showed Brown something on it.
"When I tell Brown that Mitchie stole this, she is so going to be banned from Final Jam," Tess's voice said from the phone.
"Thank you, Shane. I have no choice but to ban you from Final Jam, Tess," Brown finished. Shane was still not looking at me.
"Shane, I…" I started.
"Leave me alone, Mitchie," he said before walking out.
"Thank you," I whispered to myself.
So tell me, should I leave this a oneshot or turn it into a story. I just got this idea when I was watching Camp Rock and I just had to type it out and put it up here. I may not update for awhile because I've missed 3 days of school now, I have a lot of makeup work, and I have semester finals Wednesday and maybe Thursday. In good news, I finally got my science project done last night. Review.