Don't Forget

Ch. 1

Author's Note: I figured I should include the regular disclamers: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock; they are the property of Disney. I'm simply borrowing their characters for a short amount of time. Also, this is my first story, so reviews are welcome as long as there are no flames. I hope people will enjoy this. With that said, here's chapter one of Don't Forget.

Alex's P.O.V.

"Order up! One turkey sub for table four!" Dad called from the kitchen of our business, the Waverly Sub Station. I sat leaning against the cash register, looking completely bored.

"Alex," he hissed. "Take this to the customer."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the basket. I can't say I have ever been fond of working, but today seemed to be going slower than usual. I headed for the table Dad had said, wishing something, anything exciting would happen today.

As I headed for the customer, I caught Justin smirking at me from the corner of my eye and turned to stick my tongue out at him. Childish, I know, but hey, I'm Alex Russo, the master of being immature. Suddenly, I collided with something hard.

Justin came rushing over. "Alex! What's your problem?!"

I gaped at him incredulously. "What's my problem?!" I repeated furiously. "What're you talking about?"

"Yes, your problem. You just ran over Mitchie Torres!" Justin said exasperatedly, gesturing towards the girl I had just hit.

I knelt and began to clean the remains of food off the floor. "Who's that?" I asked, unconcerned. I mean, if Justin knew her, she was probably really boring.

Justin gaped, reminding me of a goldfish. "The Camp Rock superstar? You know, she's on tour with Connect 3 this summer?"

"No, it's okay," Mitchie interrupted. She knelt down next to me, and I looked at her, I mean really looked at her, for the first time. She was…beautiful; there was no other word to describe her. She had straight brown hair, deep brown eyes, and I felt myself becoming captivated by her. I felt her fingers brush lightly against mine, and I shivered as an electric current ran through my body. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," she finished softly.

I looked into her deep mahogany eyes again as the girl – Mitchie – offered me a shy smile. I felt my own lips tugging upwards in response. I then noticed her outfit, and the bits of sandwich, mustard, and mayonaise clinging to it.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," I blurted. Part of me was wondering what it was about this girl that made me want to apologize, which was not something I did regularly, but I ignored it as Mitchie and I stood.

"Lemme get you something to change into," I said, and without waiting for a reply, I pulled her up the stairs at the back of the shop and towards my bedroom. Thank God she and I are around the same height, I thought.

Quickly, I pulled her into my bedroom and towards my closet. "Just pick anything," I said, gesturing towards the vast amounts of clothes occupying the small space.

"You don't have to do this," she said, blushing slightly.

I grinned at her, slightly astonished at how natural the gesture was around her. "I know," I replied easily. "But I want to."

She eventually settled on a plain white v-neck t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. I turned my back hastily, so she could change. Looking forward, I realized I was standing in front of the mirror, and saw her slip out of her shirt and expose her bare back, before I quickly averted my eyes. No matter what anyone else might say, I'm not that much of a pervert.

"Done," she said a few seconds later and I turned back to face her. I had to admit, Mitchie really rocked the plainer look.

"Hey," I said. "I'm really sorry for what happened down there, I didn't mean to erm…sandwich you."

"It's ok," she said quickly, and I could tell she didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"Let me make it up to you," I pressed, recognizing what she wanted, but not wanting to let this be the last time I saw her. "How long are you in New York?"

"About a week," she said.

"Have you seen much of the city?" I asked her calmly, but inside I was surprised; a week was long for a tour schedule, especially in a big city, but it wasn't long enough for me.

"Not really," she said. "We've been in sound check and doing meet and greets, things like that."

I grinned. "Well then we'll have to do something about that. Tell you what; I'll be your tour guide." I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping she'd say yes.

Mitchie's face lit up in a stunning grin. "Okay," she said eagerly.

I felt my own lips break into a grin. Everything seemed just so natural with Mitchie; there was no possible way I have only known her for a matter of minutes. "Okay," I repeated. "When do you wanna start?"

"I thought you had to work," she said with a mischievous grin.

"It wouldn't be the first time I got off early," I said with a shrug. "In fact, I bet everyone downstairs is surprised I haven't skipped out yet." Mitchie looked a little surprised at the casual way I said this, but at least I'm honest. "Come on," I half-begged. "It'll be okay; it's Monday, and Mondays are always slow."

Slowly, Mitchie grinned again. "Okay," she said. "Let's go."