This was going to be an A/U fic, but I thought it was more of a future fic than anything else. So, this is set in the future, some years after Mitchie and Caitlyn met at Camp Rock. All the details will reveal themselves soon. Please enjoy
Caitlyn sat in the studio, finally wrapping up with a band she'd been working with for months. She spoke to one of the band members through the recording booth's microphone.
"Casey, that was a good run. We should have the last track down soon, and then we're ready to go."
"Thanks, Caitlyn. I like the synth work you added, it was that extra thing I was looking for." The other girl smiled through the glass, slipping her arms through her jacket as she entered the room with Caitlyn.
"Hey, the band and I are heading to dinner to celebrate. We were wondering if you'd like to come along?" The brown-eyed vocalist-slash-guitarist smiled at Caitlyn, a familiar look in her eyes.
Caitlyn almost accepted the offer. She smiled back at the girl, opening her mouth to reply, admiring her. Casey was a great girl…brown eyes, long, dark, hair- she was just like….
Caitlyn suddenly dropped her gaze to the floor, and, spewing a much-too-familiar excuse of being extremely busy, she packed her laptop and headed out of the studio, leaving the girl alone in the studio.
Mitchie tossed once again in her bed, reeling from the dream she'd just had. A cabin, the scent of wood, the rustle of leaves, the sound of sobbing…
Untangling herself from the mess of covers, she sat upright on the edge of her bed, setting her feet on the hardwood floor. A glass of water was all she needed. No, a glass of wine. On nights like this, a glass of wine was all that could make her forget.
Forget. That word always lingered in her mind. She repeated it numerous times every day. When she came across a particular photograph, a particular song, a particular new article with her name in it…
Yes, she must forget.
Caitlyn trudged into her studio, placing her laptop bag on the island and tossing her keys onto the loveseat in her living room. She always scoffed at the thing. Love seat? It was only ever her sitting there. Dating for her had been devastating after...
Caitlyn checked her messages, expecting the usual slew of agents recommending artists, the next big thing. She was only half-listening as a familiar voice trailed from the machine.
"…Caitlyn? It's Casey…I'm just calling to ask…Well, I wanted to know if… God, I never do this" the girl's voice was slightly strained, nervous. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out for lunch sometime? You probably don't go out with people you're producing, and even if you did, you probably don't like me, but I thought I'd just give it a shot. What the hell, right?" These words were spoken quickly, a tendency that Casey had when she wasn't sure of what to say. A nervous giggle came through the machine, followed by a sigh.
" Well, you probably think I'm an idiot now… crap… what was I thinking?"
There was a pause, a few thuds, as if Casey was hitting something
" …Is this thing still…? Damn…well, I guess I'll talk to you later, Caitlyn. The offer for lunch is open, you know my number…" And with that, the machine beeped, swallowing up Casey's voice.
Caitlyn stared at the machine. She'd felt Casey's eyes upon her before, but had never acknowledged it. Shed given up on relationships as of late- they never seemed to end well.
Yet, she couldn't help but glance back at the machine… what could it hurt to call Casey? To accept an offer to lunch couldn't end so badly.
Caitlyn pulled her phone out of her pocket and found Casey's number quickly, hitting send before her mind could tell her otherwise.
How is it going so far? I know I haven't finished my other fics, but this was just screaming to be written. I'm in love with Demi, and I couldn't help it! I'm struggling with those het fics, and I'm trying to finish the NANA fic. But please review this if you can. I'm trying to redeem myself and get to working. Thanks to all my faithful readers!
