'Shit, shit shit' thought Mitchie Torres as she paced her bathroom, having a panic attack. By the sink was a small white stick, with a deadly result. 'Crap, crap crap' she thought. Her parents were on a two week vacation, so she thought now was the best time to take the test. Three weeks. Three weeks pregnant. She had to admit, after Camp Rock, her life had improved plenty. Shane and the other members of Connect 3 had even moved to the area so she and Shane could be closer and Caitlyn had moved in with her aunt and uncle so she had a few more friends. But this was not good. It was her senior year, things could not have been better, and then, this. Sighing, she collasped against the bathroom door, crying quietly.
"Mitchie? Are you OK?" Called Caitlyn through the door from Mitchie's bedroom. There was no reply. "Mitchie, I swear, I will break down this door if I have to." Mitchie sighed she knew Caitlyn would if she had to. Wiping her eyes she opened the door. "What's wrong?" She had called Caitlyn for support, but for some reason she hadn't told her why she was here.
Silently, Mitchie sat on her bed. Caitlyn sat beside her and put her arm around her shoulder. "Do you want me to call Shane?" She asked softly. Mitchie nodded.
"Please" she whispered.
"OK. I'll bring you a drink too, you feel a little warm." Caitlyn left the room dialing the phone as she went.
"Hey Caitlyn, what's up?" Asked Shane answering the phone.
"Hey Shane, are you busy?"
"No, why?"
"Can you come over to Mitchie's, she's kinda upset and won't say why."
"Sure, i'll be right over."
When Shane pulled up outside the Torres' house he ran to the door and Caitlyn let him in. "She's upstairs," she told him.
"Thanks." He smiled and ran up the stairs. Mitchie had fallen asleep facing away from the door. He smiled sitting on the edge of the bed stoking her hair. Slowly her eyes opened she rolled over and smiled sadly at Shane. "Hey."
"Hey."
"What's wrong Mitch, you're not yourself."
"We need to talk." She whispered sitting up. A worried look invaded Shane's face. "Don't worry, i'm not breaking up with you." She laughed. He relaxed a little.
"Tell me what's wrong Mitchie. You're scaring me, scaring Caitlyn."
"In my bathroom, on the side of the sink, don't touch it, just see the results." She whispered sadly. Shane, confused, did as she said.
"What the hell!" He screamed.
"Shane, please, calm down."
"Just save it, I need some time to think. I'm gonna get some air." He stormed downstairs, past Caitlyn and out the door.
"Mitchie?" She called upstairs. There was only a sob. She ran up to her friend "Mitchie, what's wrong? Tell me, I can help."
"He's gone. I'm screwed Caitlyn. I'm.. I'm pregnant, and Shane left."
Anger burned inside Caitlyn. "Mitchie, I'll be right back." She ran out of the house after Shane. She knew exactly where he would go. The park. She caught him two blocks away. And she smacked him around the head.
"Hey!" He said, surprised.
"Don't you dare, 'hey' me Shane Gray! What is wrong with you? Mitchie is scared, she needs you to be there for her!"
"I'm scared too Caitlyn. Did you ever think that?" Caitlyn was quiet. "No, I guess you didn't."
"I'm sorry Shane, I wasn't thinking I guess."
"It's OK. I just needed a minute," he apologized.
"Come on, there's a crying girl at her house, who needs her man."
"Thanks, oh and Caitlyn, Nate asked me to get your number, and give you his. Here you go. Also asked you to meet him at the club later."
"What, Nate wants me to go to the club with him?"
"Yes. Come on. I left my girl and I need to apologize."
Back at the house Shane wrapped his arms around a crying Mitchie.
"Baby, i'm so sorry. I'm really really sorry." He kissed the top of her head.
"I'm sorry Shane, this is all my fault."
"No. It isn't never say that. Mitchie, i'm just as responsable. So, what're we gonna do?"
"I don't know. I hadn't thought about it." She whispered as he rocked her. "Don't rock me, please. Oh god, I think i'm gonna-" She didn't finish her sentence just fought away from him and ran to the bathroom. He followed her, knelt beside her and held her hair out of her face and rubbed small circles on her back. When she was through, she accepted a glass of water from Caitlyn and sat next to Shane who wrapped his arms aound her again. He started to sing softly to her, the song he'd written for her at Camp Rock.
"Every time I think I'm closer to the heart I need to try to get to where you are You're the voice I hear inside my head You're the remedy I'm searching hard to find I need to try to get to where you are You're the voice I hear inside my head Been feeling lost, can't find the words to say You're the voice I hear inside my head You're the voice I hear inside my head
Of what it means to know just who I am
I think I've finally found a better place to start
But no one ever seems to understand
Could it be you're not that far
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
To fix the puzzle that I see inside
Painting all my dreams the color of your smile
When I find you it will be alright
Could it be you're not that far
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Spending all my time, stuck in yesterday
Where you are is where I wanna be
Oh next to you
And you next to me
Oh, I need to find you
Yeah
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Yeah, yeah, I gotta find you."
She was asleep in his arms so he picked her up and layed her on her bed with Caitlyn's help. He kissed her forehead and went downstairs with Caitlyn. It was still early so they didn't have much to do until Caitlyn had to leave and meet Nate. When Mitchie woke, Shane made her breakfast and they hung around with Caitlyn for the rest of the day. Mitchie's parents called during the day, she didn't tell them she was pregnant, just told them everything was OK and she would be ready for school on Monday. Today was Saturday so she had the whole of Sunday to work out a plan.