If everyone else could find their Happy Ending, then where was hers?
A/N: It's me again. I'm addicted to Smitchie, I think. Well, this is sort of a sad story, which is totally unlike me, but yeah... I actually wanted to make it have a happy ending, so it would be in sync with the title, but I thought it was appropriate to end it there. Shane's not actually in this thing, he's just mentioned... Ah well, tell me what you think? Constructive critism and feedback is welcome! Thanks for reading in advance.
Disclaimer: Okay, let's just get this done and over with. IDONOTOWNCAMPROCKORMITCHIEORSHANEORCAITLYN. There. Done.
It felt like everyone around her was in love. Everyone found their own Prince Charming, their own Cinderella, depending on who they were, but NOT her. Everyone found their own soul mate, their soul sister, BUT NOT HER. She just felt that sometimes life was so unfair to her, especially when she was invited to go to a group dinner, and whoever invited her forgot to tell her that everyone that was coming with a date. And she'd be the only one sitting alone, looking at all the happy couples discussing their relationship, how it was going, etc, etc, all right in front of her. Occasionally, she'd nod and smile stiffly at their lame attempts at a joke, but honestly, she'd rather be anywhere but there.
Life was particularly unfair to her because she knew who she wanted to be her soul mate, but she wasn't sure if he knew. Scratch that, she was positive that he didn't know. And whenever he said "You're my best friend", a little piece of her withered and died. Of course, she knew that she should be satisfied that a pop star(or a rock star as he would have corrected her) was even her best friend, but hey, give her a break. She's a human, like you and me. Humans are never satisfied. They just want more and more.
She always feels sick to her stomach when she sees Nate and Caitlyn together, or Ella and Jason, or Peggy and her long time boyfriend from home, or even Tess and yet another new guy, even though he was probably with her just because her mom was TJ Tyler. But, you see, she was jealous of them because they were happy together. Whenever she looked at them, or any of the other couples, staring into each others eyes, being content with silence, she just felt empty inside. She longed to stare into his eyes for hours with comfortable silence, she longed to him to sing her a song he wrote just for her, because he loved her, which lead to her last, and most important, point. She longed, more than anything else, for him to say to her... I love you. She could go on and on about the things she longed to do or things that would happen to her, but that would take days.
So, as usual, she just decided to keep her mouth shut and just keep longing silently.
"Mitchie?" Caitlyn was the one who found her in the state she was in now, lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling, tears falling down her cheeks onto her pillow.
"Caity." Mitchie turned away from her friend to wipe her tears, then turned back to face Caitlyn. "Hi."
"Don't you 'hi' me and act as if you're all right and happy-go-lucky like you always are, any idiot can see that you've been crying." Rats. She couldn't fool her best friend no matter how much she tried. Didn't help that Caitlyn knew her inside out, too.
"I'm not always happy-go-lucky, Cait. And I wasn't crying."
"Right, and my dad's Superman. Come on, Mitchie, I know that you've been crying, all right?"
"I wasn't crying, honest! Something just went into my eye."Rats again. Since when had she started lying so easily? Ever since the 1st time she was at Camp Rock, maybe? Mitchie pushed the unpleasant thoughts out of her head."Where's Nate, anyway?"
"MITCHIE!!! Stop lying and stop trying to change the subject!" Caitlyn was starting to get irritated. "I just wanna help you, ya know. I don't like to see you like this. " Mitchie smiled gratefully at her friend.
"Thanks, Cait. Fine, I was do you seriously need to know why?"
"Yes."Caitlyn was firm. "Or, if you want, I could call Shane..."
"CAITLYN, NO!" Mitchie bolted upright, a horrified look on her face. Caitlyn smirked.
"Relax, I won't. Now, will you tell me what's going on? And why don't you want to talk to Shane? You usually talk to him about everything!" Mitchie sighed and just gave her friend a look.
"What? What'd I say?" Sometimes Caitlyn could be SO slow...
"Whaddaya think?" Mitchie tried not to snap at her.
"I don't know..." Caitlyn looked lost for a second. Then she saw the look on Mitchie's face, and realization spread across her face.
"Oh... "
"Yeah, Oh... is right." Mitchie rolled over and screamed into her pillow. She tried to ask, "Caitlyn, what should I do?" Instead, it came out more like:
"Mmcmaitlynmm, mwhaamm shommuldmm I moo?" Caitlyn looked at her like she had just grown a tail.
"Why... Should you... moo"" Caitlyn said/asked slowly. Mitchie groaned and rolled onto her pillow.
"Yes, Caitlyn, I was asking if it was necessary for me to moo. Caitlyn, why the hell would I ask that?! No, I was asking what I should I do!"
"Geesh... Sor-ry... Wait, so let me see if I guessed this correctly. You like Shane. Not in a friend way."
"Yes, finally."
"Why don't you tell him?" Mitchie snorted.
"Easy for you to say. You got together with Nate cause it was obvious you two liked each other. Pus, he told you first. You're happily together now, I doubt you even remember when he said that."
"Mitchie, if it wasn't so blatantly obvious to you, let me tell you this..." Caitlyn leaned in.
"YOU AND SHANE LOVE EACH OTHER. HE LOVES YOU, YOU LOVE HIM. GOT IT?!" Mitchie jerked back from her friend as Caitlyn screamed into her ear.
"Ow!!! Caitlyn! Are you insane?! You just killed my ear drums!!!" Mitchie glared at Caitlyn and rubbed her ears.
"Sorry. You got it now, though?" Caitlyndidn't sound as if she was sorry at all.
"No. How on Earth do you know for sure? It may seem like that, but he treats me like his sister, Cait." Caitlyn opened her mouth to reply, but Mitchie beat her to it.
"It's okay, Cait. Thanks for the help. I'll figure this out on my own." Mitchie smiled half-heartedly at Caitlyn, then lay back down on her bed and turned away from her, a signal to Caitlyn that she couldn't do anything else but leave. Caitlyn sighed, took one last look at her friend, and went out.
Mitchie knew that Shane didn't love her in that way, she just knew. Because what pop star would fall in love with their sister? None, she reminded herself. Because even if she had the voice, even if she was the girl, it didn't make any difference to the fact that she wasn't good enough for Shane. So she had to be content with his buddy-like hugs, brief kisses on her head and cheek, and his arm around her shoulders in a don't-mess-with-my-sister way. She would have to be content on hugging him whenever he went through yet another break up, and ignore the spark that ran through her whenever she touched him. She would have to be content on giving him advice on how to impress a girl, and calm his nerves on another first date with another new girl, saying that he didn't need to try to charm a girl, and that any girl would fall for him. She would have to be content with congratulating him on his new relationship, but try not to be overcome with jealousy and rejection. The suckiest thing? She had to be content with them being JUST friends.
Because her happy ending wouldn't come true.