Gotta Find You Again
A Obtenu De Vous Trouver Encore
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Camp Rock, the original characters from the movie, the songs that could be mentioned, or France.
Chapter One
Mitchie Torres looked into her mirror, surveying the 5th outfit that she had tried on that morning. Today would be the first day of her summer. Her wonderful, music filled summer!
"Hey Mitch?" her mother called from downstairs, "Come down and have breakfast. I have some news for you!"
Mitchie couldn't help but smile. Her mother always gave her news, good or bad, over breakfast. She glanced at her reflection and her bulging mountain of bags once more before exiting her room and hurrying down the staircase.
"Good morning, Mom!" she greeted her as she came into sight. She pulled out the chair beside her mother's and began to take a few careful sips from the glass of milk before her.
"Morning, Mitchie. What have you been up to all morning?" Connie questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Just packing," she said, "Now what do you have to tell me?" She was anxious to know, as always.
"Well you see Mitchie," her mother began, "Connie's Catering has been getting much more popular these days, and we're too busy to help at Camp Rock this year."
Mitchie's eyes grew wide with realization.
"What?! But mom, I promised Shane and Caitlyn--" Her mother cut her off.
"I'm not finished yet. There's more to it than that."
Mitchie shut her mouth and let her continue.
"Camp Rock has also made a few changes. Like the location of the camp."
Mitchie continued to simply stare at her mom. The fear that she may not be attending camp this year was eating away at her.
"They've decided to move it out of the country to give the campers the feel of being away from home so often. So now, the camp is in France," her mom finished.
"Oh no.." Mitchie mumbled, "I'm not going this year, am I?" Mitchie looked up at her mother to see that she was smiling.
"Yes," she laughed, "Go look on the sofa."
Mitchie gave her mom a confused look, got to her feet, and stumbled into the living room. As she peered into the room, she saw that the TV was on and there was a figure on the couch just as her mother had said there would be.
A figure with dark brown, nearly black, hair.
"Shane?" she whispered, the disbelief in her voice evident.
He smiled and stood up with his arms wide open.
"You miss me?" a playful smirk flashed across his features.
"Shane!" Mitchie yelled. She ran across the room and flung her arms around him, causing them both to fall back onto the couch.
He laughed. "I guess I'll take that as a yes!"
He placed his arms around her back to return her hug. Mitchie smiled before rising up a bit, just enough to look at him. The tip of her nose touched his for a moment and both of their cheeks gained a tainted pink color.
"Why are you here?" she asked him. She was sure her mom had seen and heard them by now, but she couldn't care less.
"You couldn't possibly have thought I was going to camp without my singing buddy, now did you?" There was a teasing tone in his voice, but he was completely serious.
Mitchie laughed for a moment, but then paused and sat up.
"Wait," she began, "Why are you coming this year? No one is making you and you're now one of the media's favorite celebrities. So what's the point now?"
Shane sat up and gave her a confused look. A sweet half-smile then appeared on his face.
"To get away from the media. But.. there are other reasons.."
Mitchie waited for him to go on, but when he didn't, she quirked a confused eyebrow.
"Like what?" she asked, still utterly confused.
"Well.." Shane looked suddenly nervous, "Just reasons.. For me to know and for you to possibly find out." He glanced up at her, his eyes sincere.
She looked at him with concern, but before she was able to question him, he cut her off.
"So how have you been since I last saw you?" He was on the other end of the couch and this, Mitchie did not like.
"I've been pretty good. School has been.. Well school, but I've made many more friends."
She looked at Shane to find him staring at his hands.
"Well I've missed you," only now did he look up, "..alot. More than you can imagine."
Mitchie thought that her heart might burst on the spot.
"Well as you could tell by my entrance.. so have I."
His eyes met hers. Time seemed to have frozen, the tension between the two seemed to be making sparks fly.
Mitchie finally dropped her gaze from his and sighed.
"You can come out now mom."
Connie looked startled from her place at the doorway, but she quickly straightened herself and cleared her throat. Her eyes were firmly set on Shane.
"Shane, when will you two be leaving?" Mitchie guessed that her mother already knew the answer to this, but was asking as an excuse for her spying.
"Later this afternoon. At 12:00pm, Mrs. Torres," Shane answered.
"Well alright. It's 10:00am right now so Mitchie, continue packing and Shane.. Well do what you were doing before she came down." Connie finished with a smile and hurried out of the room.
"Well I.. uh I better go.." Mitchie tried to speak, but it came out as a stutter.
Shane looked up at her and grinned.
"Yeah I know. Go ahead. I'm not gunna vanish. Scout's honor."
"I shouldn't be too long. I'll come back down once I'm finished," she turned to face him again, "And if anyone starts pestering you with questions, answer them as simply as possible."
"You sound like a lawyer. What will they do? Judge me?" Shane's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Actually, they will. So you may want to watch what you say." Mitchie flashed him one last smile and practically pranced up the stairs.
She collapsed on her bed and smiled stupidly at the wall.
"I am going to France..on a private jet..with Shane Gray. This is something that could only happen to me," she mumbled to her ceiling.
She rose to her feet and looked at her three bags. She'd pack one more just to be safe, and bring along two more. She was shopping in France no matter what anyone else said.
While she was stuffing her fourth bag, she heard a light knock on her door.
"Come in," she invited, while throwing a pair of shoes in her suitcase.
"Hi Mitchie," her mother said, closing the door behind her.
Mitchie walked over to her bed and sat on her suitcase, trying desperately to latch it.
"Hey Mom. What is it?"
"Shane says that you'll be leaving in a few minutes, and I just wanted to talk."
Mitchie bounced on her suitcase one last time before hearing the latch click. She sat next to her mother and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm listening," Mitchie said, almost afraid to hear what she had to say.
"Well," Connie cleared her throat, "you are about to leave for France. One of the most beautiful countries in the world. I just wanted to tell you that, whatever happens, have as much fun as possible, okay?"
Mitchie gave her mother a confused look, but nodded, regardless.
"Alright."
"And something else...," Connie had a devilish smirk on her face, "You and Shane seem to be growing closer already and you haven't even been reunited for two hours yet."
Mitchie's eyes widened and she threw a pillow at her mom.
"Mom! We're only friends. You know that!"
"I know, I know. But I'm just saying..I approve." Her mom winked at her once and smiled again.
Mitchie's mouth hung open for a moment, but her mother quickly changed the subject.
"I'll help you with your bags. I'm guessing it's time for you to leave," Connie picked up a few bags and walked down the stairs. Mitchie was quick to follow her.
When she reached the bottom, she saw her father standing with one hand clasped to Shane's shoulder. Her dad was smiling, but Mitchie could hardly contain her laughter when she saw Shane's pitiful expression.
"What are you two doing?" The beginnings of a laugh shook Mitchie's words.
"Just some male bonding!" Her father laughed heartily and smacked Shane on the back. Shane flinched forward and chuckled weakly.
Mitchie laughed and stepped forward to give each of her parents a hug.
"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! Remember to keep in touch okay?" Mitchie said while walking toward the limo.
"Bye Mr. and Mrs. Torres!" Shane shouted, shutting the door behind him.
After about two minutes of silence, Mitchie couldn't take it any longer.
"So what did my dad torture you about?" she asked, looking at Shane curiously.
"He asked me about my background, my life now, and pretty much every other thing that you could possibly know about a person," he paused to laugh, "I felt like I was being interrogated!"
Mitchie laughed along with him.
"Yeah. My dad seems to have that effect on people. Just wait until the next time you come over. It'll be all about sports!"
Shane looked up at her with a false surprised look.
"I have to do 'meet the parents night' again? I thought that was only required once!"
"They have to double check you. They're quite strict," Mitchie said. She smiled again, unable to contain the happiness that was bubbling over inside her. Shane laughed along with her, but Mitchie changed the subject.
"So do you have any idea about who will be coming back this year?" she asked curiously.
Shane paused for a moment and tapped hid fingertip rhythmically against his chin.
"Well I know Ella and Peggy are for sure," he laughed at this point, "But Tess and Caitlyn aren't. Tess is on tour with her mom, trying to get to know her better or something like that, and Caitlyn.. I think she got her dream in being a music producer. She's probably just a rookie right now, but who knows. I haven't really tried to talk to her." They laughed together. Their voices were merged into an intertwining harmony.
"And speaking of last year.. Guess who will possibly be stopping for a visit?" he teased.
Mitchie was confused for a moment, but then her eyes lit up.
"Narlie!" they said together, laughing again.
'Narlie' was a couple that consisted of Nate and Charlie. Shane's brother, and Mitchie's best friend. The two never had liked being called Narlie; they said it made them sound like one person. But since they practically were, Mitchie and Shane still used the name behind their backs.(A/N2)
"This all makes for the perfect summer," Mitchie said, once she could breathe again.
"It really does," Shane agreed as the limo came to a haut.
Shane got out first, holding the door with one hand and sticking the other one out to help Mitchie out. Mitchie slid her hand into his gently and he pulled her up.
"Why thank you, Mr. Gray," she nodded at him and smiled.
"Any day, Miss Torres," he said, bowing before closing the door, smiling, and taking her hand again. She curled her fingers between his and fought back a hot blush.
"Come on," he said, grinning even wider, "Let's go get your stuff."
They walked around to the back of the limo, where Mitchie's bags were already setting out. They unwillingly dropped hands and both of them grasped the handles on the two bags.
Mitchie walked up the stairs leading to the door of the jet with Shane right behind her. They both sat the suitcases down and stood in the doorway for a moment.
"Well Mitchie," Shane said, turning toward her with a smile, "France awaits."
Okay.. Well hey guys! This is my fisrt story here on fanfiction.. PLease do let me know if there is anything I can do to make this story more enjoyable to read and all that.. It is very much welcome! I would like to get 3 reviews before a next update please! :D
Let me explain real quick why Tess is gone. It is for one reason. I wanted a new villan! Tess is now with her mom on tour because I just think that they need to get to know each other better.
(A/N2) 'Narlie' is a couple that is featured in SapphireHeart's story.. You'll learn more about them in that story. :)