I know have some unfinished stories, but what can I do? I just can't this idea off my head. Well, anyways, this is a bit of an AU-ish story and we'll get to some more details later (as soon as I figured out what they are). This chapter is, I guess, kinda like a preface to let you guys know what's going on so this is incredibly short. Oh, and sorry for some grammatical errors. Those are my weakest points.
Disclaimer: NO I do not own camp rock!
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Chapter 1/Preface
Mitchie's POV
He kept me close, really close, for what seemed like an eternity. He buried me in his warm, toned chest, holding me as if he wouldn't be able to again. His arms had wrapped around my waist and I had leaned myself closer to him. We stood there, on the canoe, with the silence becoming more intense every single second.
Tick…Tick…Tick…It was painful to hear, to watch the second hand on my watch make its way around. I wanted to stop it, to make the intensity, which grew between us, gone forever. I wanted him to hold me like that, with my back leaning against his muscular chest. I wanted the moment to last 'till the world knew no end, but forever was just a beat away.
I knew it wasn't possible. Because on that very day, I knew I would lose him. He reminded me countless times that it would never end, that we'd always be together forever. I wanted to believe him. Oh God, I wanted to believe him so bad.
But I couldn't. I just couldn't. Something was telling me that it wouldn't be forever, that forever was nothing but an allusion, pure myth. A belief that was slowly destroying the inside of me, containing nothing but love. Love for him.
As the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon, streaking the sky with red, our time was coming to an end. He snuggled me closer while the cool, harsh wind made our canoe clearly unstable for a second. But he didn't move, not one bit. Instead, he placed a kiss on top of my head, and whispered the very words that crushed me, "It's time."
Shane's POV
I had only dreamed of that moment as a nightmare. A nightmare that I knew would happen sooner or later. And now, it was finally here. My arms were locked around her, unable to move. Noise surrounded us as our fellow campers said their last goodbyes for the summer. But nothing was visible to me except her, the girl that captured this stupid heart of mine. And the girl who helped this selfish idiot find his true music, my true self.
We waited for the cars to arrive and take us away from the place that we had been calling home. We paid no attention to others, but to ourselves only. My eyes bore into her warm, chocolate eyes, the brown eyes from which tears had been falling endlessly.
"This is not the end." I kept telling her that the last hour or so, but her eyes betrayed the emotions she held in.
And there was nothing I could do.
I knew her pain. And even if we believed that it was not the end, for our sake, we knew it wouldn't be the same. I wouldn't be able to look into her lovely eyes every morning or see that angelic, charming smile every time I took her out on the lake in a canoe.
I knew after that day that our world would be different.