AN: Set in Mitchie's second year of Camp Rock.
A crossover with Hannah Montana, so includes my fave pairing. XD
I changed it a little, because their around 17 now. :)
My first realy CHAPTER Maitlyn. I've only really ever done one-shots before now. :) See how ths goes..... oh, and a note... Camp Rock's Lola doesn't go to Camp anymore... sorry for any fans. But this Camp ain't big enough for two.
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Caitlyn glanced over at Mitchie, smiling to herself as she studied the girl's outfit. Today she had a dark green shirt on, the three quarter length sleeves hanging loosely, complimenting her dark denim jeans and her auburn hair. Her eyes moved onto Mitchie's face, and her heart lost some of it's warmth as she noticed the dejected frown on her best friend's face. Her eyes were fixed on the phone she had in front of her as she read what was on the screen.
"What's up Mitchie?" Caitlyn asked, and Mitchie jumped a little, as if waking out of a trance.
"Huh? Oh nothing."
"Don't give me 'nothing'. What's up?"
"It's just... Shane's just said he isn't coming to Camp this year. I asked him why and he just said he was 'busy'."
"Well..." Caitlyn wasn't entirely sure how to answer this. The signs Mitchie had been feeding her over the past however many weeks and months they'd spent apart had all seemed to point to one thing; he wasn't interested in her any more. "He is a pop star. I mean, how long can he really afford to spend here after cancelling last years tour?"
"Caitlyn, all year he's been telling me he was definitely coming. He had plenty of time to tell me to my face."
Caitlyn nodded in agreement. Mitchie was right and Caitlyn couldn't deny that. In fact she didn't know what there could be on this Earth that was more important than spending time with Mitchie. Why, if she could she'd quit school to spend every waking moment with the girl.
Caitlyn frowned at her own thought, continuing to take stuff out of her suitcase, folding it carefully into the drawers. Wow Shane, you must be doing something wrong if I care for your girlfriend more than you seem to.
A heavy knock on the door startled the two of them, and Mitchie held her hand to her chest in shock. To Caitlyn it looked as if someone had broken her heart.
"Come in." Mitchie called, and Ella came barging into the cabin, Sander right behind her.
"OH MY GOD! Have you two heard!?" She didn't give them a chance to reply 'heard what' before she continued, Caitlyn wondering how the girl was finding time to breathe. "Hannah Montana is teaching us singing this year! HANNAH MONTANA!"
"Wow! That's amazing!" Mitchie said, standing up, her face finally cracking into a smile. "Isn't that amazing, Caitlyn?"
"Yeah, it's pretty cool." Caitlyn shrugged, turning back to her suitcase, satisfied with the change in Mitchie.
"Pretty cool?" Mitchie asked, and she placed a hand on Caitlyn's shoulder, spinning her around to face her. "It's Hannah-freaking-Montana!!!"
Caitlyn laughed a little. "I know... it probably just hasn't sunk in yet. I promise to faint when we meet her," She added sarcastically, and Ella laughed before turning and whispering something into Sander's ear. They both smiled at each other, hunger evident in their eyes as they mumbled quick goodbyes and sprinted out of the hut.
"Where are they off to?" Mitchie asked, her voice sounding so innocent that Caitlyn just wanted to scoop her into her arms and kiss her.
Needless to say she resisted the temptation.
"Probably off to make out."
"Really? I didn't know they were dating."
"Well, if you ask them they're not. If you watch them... they really, really are."
They were quiet for a moment, and Mitchie worked her way over to Caitlyn's bed, sitting on it and playing with the stickers on her suitcase.
"So... why aren't you more excited about Hannah Montana?" Mitchie asked, watching her friend with a raised eyebrow. "And don't say you don't like her, I've heard you play her songs on your laptop."
Caitlyn bit her lip, checking behind her to make sure the cabin door was shut and no one was at the windows. "I..."
"Come on Caitlyn. You can't keep any secrets from me... not after last year's Camp. I found out the hard way that secrets get you no where."
"Okay, fine. I was... I lived near Hannah about two or three years ago, when my dad was working in Malibu. He's in the army... we moved to different bases so he can teach a new batch of troops every few years. And, well, we sort of connected. Before you knew it we'd decided to put our skills together to produce an album. Just Like You?"
"Oh my... oh my god!" Mitchie rushed over to her suitcase, pulling out one CD from amongst her many albums. "You helped make this?!"
"Yeah, I helped, and I have some profit from that that I can't touch till I turn 18." Caitlyn opened the cover, pointing out her name on the inside of the cover.
"Wow. That's only a couple of months away, Caitlyn."
"Which is exactly why I've never told anyone that story before. I don't want people to treat me like they treat Tess Tyler. Even though she's being nice this year there's still a bunch of people hanging around her to be cool. Which, can I just say is so not cool!"
Mitchie sat there for a moment. "No, I get that." She frowned. "Then why tell me?"
"I trust you. I mean, you've stuck up for me before when it mattered, and you're my best friend. If I could tell anyone my worst secret it would be you."
"Ooh, and may I enquire about this so called 'worst' secret?"
"I never said I had one." Caitlyn smiled coyly, throwing herself backwards onto her bed. Mitchie turned to lay down next to her, on her stomach to make it easier to talk to her friend. She leaned heavily on one of her elbows, using it to prop up her head as she took hold of Caitlyn's arm, placing it in front of her so she could gently trace it with her fingertips.
Caitlyn shivered under the touch. It tickled, and yet it felt... amazing. It was so sensual, the way her fingertips graced her skin with their presence before bending back and grazing her tanned complexion with the back of her nails, which made an entirely new sensation all together.
Caitlyn sat up a little, pushing herself onto her side, her face so close to Mitchie's that she could feel the singer's breath on her face, hot and sweet and flavoured with the sugary scent of something Mitchie had eaten earlier.
For a moment their eyes tore away from each others lips, finally meeting the other's, and as one they leaned forward into the kiss, Mitchie's hand snaking it's way to behind Caitlyn's neck, pulling her closer, the kiss intensifying by god knows how much. Caitlyn ran her tongue over Mitchie's bottom lip, and her lips parted a moment later, Caitlyn's tongue taking in the amazing, powdery sugar taste of marshmallows.
Caitlyn moaned into the kiss, unable to help herself as the pleasure and the taste mixed in her mouth, Mitchie pushing her back onto the bed as she squirmed a little beneath her, her hands lifting the bottom of Mitchie's shirt.
There was a thud as Mitchie hit the floor, startled by the sudden (loud) knocking on the cabin door. Caitlyn sat up to check she was okay, and saw Mitchie sat there with a very undignified look on her face.
"Are..." Caitlyn tried to manage, but her fit of giggles prevented her from getting her words out. "Are you okay?"
Mitchie stared at her for a moment before bursting into her own fit of laughter, nodding, and waving towards the door. Caitlyn stumbled to the door, opening it hesitantly.
In front of her stood a woman with a dark electric blue wig on (it was obviously not her natural hair colour), her grinning face surprisingly familiar. "Can I help you?"
"I should hope so, Kitty." The girl smiled, and Caitlyn's eyes widened.
"Oh my God! Lil-"
"Lola." Lilly interrupted and stuck out her hand, mocking a new meeting. "Lola Luffniggle. Pleased to meet you."
"It's been forever!"
"It sure has Caitlyn." Lilly opened her arms and Caitlyn stepped into her embrace, pulling back with a smile to match Lilly's own. "Wow, look at you, Kitty. You growed up."
"You don't look so bad yourself." Caitlyn shot back. "So... Hannah's not with you?"
"She's getting her stuff put away in the cabin."
"Shouldn't you be doing the same?"
"Meh, I don't plan to spend a lot of time in my own cabin anyway, so what's the point?"
"This should be right up your street. It's like camping, only with a roof."
"And running water." Mitchie piped up, and Caitlyn turned to her, flashing her a big smile. It froze in place. I was making out with her less than five minutes ago, and then I walk away, completely ignoring her? That was rude Caitlyn. Naughty Caitlyn.
"I'm sorry, Lola this is Mitchie, Mitchie this is Lola."
"Another Lola? Nice to meet you." Lilly smiled, and Mitchie gave her a half smile back. It was no where near Mitchie's usual 1000 watt smile.
"Likewise." She muttered back, and Caitlyn glanced at her awkwardly. The look on Mitchie's face told her they needed to talk. Soon.
"Uh, Li- Lola, why don't we meet up later? I'm sure you need to eat at some time right?"
"Yeah, but Hannah doesn't want to get mobbed, so we're going into the staff dining room. They don't eat till all of the kids have left, so it'll be empty. I'm sure Hannah won't mind if you and you're... Mitchie joins us."
"You're serious? Eat with Hannah Montana?" Mitchie stood up suddenly, her smile at at least 800 watts. Well, Caitlyn thought, that's slightly better.
"Of course." Lilly said, her eyes switching between the two girls, as if she could feel the tension. "So I'll see you at dinner time, okay?"
"Sure." Caitlyn smiled, and Lilly hugged her tightly.
"And you and I..." She whispered in Caitlyn's ear, "Are having a damn good talk later, missy!"
Caitlyn laughed a little, and nodded as Lilly pulled back, giving her a stern look and walking out of the cabin with a cheery goodbye to Mitchie.
Caitlyn stared at the floor, waiting for Mitchie to say something, anything. Only it seemed as if Mitchie was doing exactly the same thing.
"What was that?" Caitlyn asked, knowing her voice sounded steadier than she felt right now. "What we just did?"
"Some people would call it kissing." Mitchie sighed, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"I know, I know that... but..."
"How about we just forget about this? Leave it behind."
"Is that what you want to do?"
Mitchie shrugged, running a hand through her auburn hair. "I don't know. Isn't that what you were going to say, anyway?"
"No."
"Then what were you going to say?"
"I don't know." Caitlyn said, the two minutes of silence she spent staring at Mitchie feeling more like two hours. Oh my god... I'm staring at her face... Caitlyn groaned inwardly. But I don't think I can help it. She's just... too much for me to handle. "Why don't we think it over?"
"What do you mean?" Mitchie finally looked up at her, and Caitlyn shrugged, trying to give what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
"We get on, like we normally would, act like we normally would, think to ourselves what we want and if... if it happens again then we'll maybe try and make something of it. Does that sound okay?"
"It sounds... yeah that sounds okay."
Caitlyn smiled, grabbing her phone off of the table. "We should head to dinner."
Mitchie nodded, grabbing things she needed off of her bed.
"I just hope you didn't fill yourself up with too many marshmallows." Caitlyn said, a smirk on her face as she walks out of the cabin door.
Mitchie hesitated mid-step, staring at the door in a mixture of wonder and amazement. She licked her own lips, which now tasted of Caitlyn's Chocolate Nesquik flavoured lip balm, and smiled as she followed her best friend to eat dinner with Hannah Montana.