-color me gray-
smitchie.
By Katie
IMPORTANT a/n: This is a Camp Rock fic. Yeah, I know the CR plot and stuff. Before you read this, I suggest you go to Wikipedia and search "Camp Rock"...
disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. Or Demi Lovato. Or Joe Jonas (unfair!).
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Shane Gray.
She couldn't believe she was sitting in the presence of Shane Gray. She never in a million years thought she would be meeting a rock star, much less having a conversation with one.
Her tongue was in knots, her head was spinning, and her hands felt clammy and sticky.
"Mitchie..."
Even the way he spoke her name made her feel nervous.
She wasn't usually like this. She usually stayed calm and cool and completely put together. And never at a loss for words. That just wasn't Mitchie Torres.
But then again...her entire experience at Camp Rock had made her second guess herself.
"Mitchie..."
She wished he would stop saying her name. It made her heart drop down to her toes when he did. Your heart dropping down to your toes isn't the most pleasant experience. It was really sort of a sickening feeling.
"Mitchie!"
Oh...he was saying her name because he wanted her to reply.
"Hm?" she smiled anxiously.
"Did you space for a second?" Shane raised an eyebrow.
'Something like that,' Mitchie thought; "Oh yeah. Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I was talking about the final show. My brother Nate is writing the closing song." he nodded, looking down.
"Really? Well, if Nate's writing it then it'll be great!"
"Yeah, totally."
Silence. Silence with Shane Gray. Jeez, jut adding his name made the whole silence thing sound so much cooler and suave.
Mitchie looked up at him and smiled softly.
Shane smiled back, setting his hand on hers.
She pulled it away; "Shane, I'm sorry."
"What? What are you sorry for?" he looked her curiously.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry. I feel like I should be sorry for something." Mitchie sighed, running her hands through her dark locks.
"Well don't be. Mitchie, you're the most incredible person, and if anybody should be sorry, it should be me."
"Shane, c'mon! You're a rock star and I'm...I'm just the girl who washes your dishes..." she sighed sadly, shaking her head.
She didn't want to look at him as a wave of despondency crashed over her. She was only paying for Camp Rock because she washed dishes. 'How gross,' Mitchie though, wrinkling her nose slightly.
"No, you're not. You're talented and pretty and smart and fun...and tons of other adjectives..." Shane looked her, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Bu-"
"Mitchie, I'm serious. Those Hollywood soirées and all of those girls fawning over me don't even compare to being with you. Because with you...I can just be myself. I like that." he said, his lips parting slightly.
"Really?" Mitchie broke out into a smile.
"Really." he grinned, setting his hand on hers once more.
She looked down at their entangled hands. She could have pulled away if she really wanted to. Even his kind words couldn't make her forget who she really was; poor Mitchie Torres who had to wash dishes to pay for Camp Rock.
Poor Mitchie Torres. Poor little Mitchie Torres who had been the target for many a cruel schoolmate's joke. Poor little Mitchie Torres who had been wildly unpopular with the boys at her school.
But none of that mattered when she was with Shane and his brothers. She wasn't poor little Mitchie Torres.
She felt beautiful, and confident.
"You are beautiful." Shane said suddenly, as if he had read her mind.
She blushed, and set her head on his shoulder.
He squeezed her hand a little tighter.
And she didn't dare let go.
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So? What's the verdict? Not my best, but I don't think it's so horrible either.
Please no "so cute" or "i loved it" reviews. I mean...let's not start that with Camp Rock fics already:p If you do think it's so cute, tell me what's so cute about it!