AN: I blame this one-shot on My Personal Rose, although all she did was review my other story and say she loved adorable little Liley moments, and BAM! So yeah, blame her lmao, I'll get those other three one-shots done!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
Caitlyn's POV
Mitchie looked so darn cute while she was thinking about something, and I couldn't help but stare at her, as she bit her bottom lip, and crinkled her eyebrows.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked, and I didn't even think about saying what I said, it just sorta came out when she asked.
"Cause you're cute" I said, and then she raised her eyebrow, and I smirked, why did she have to be so damn cute, this is all her fault.
"I'm cute?" Mitchie asked, a small smirk on her face, as she stared right back at me, and I faded into my seat, relizing what I had just said.
"I-uhhh-well, yes?" I said, and noticed how much it had sounded like a question, and threw my head back, groaning.
"That's very nice to know" Mitchie said, and my head sprang back up.
She didn't care, she didn't care that I had just called her cute, she's not that stupid, she had to have known what that meant, right?
""Ummm.." I managed, and Mitchie looked up from her book, and smirked at my confused face.
"You are something else, you know that?" she asked, and my eyes opened wide in surprise, and I heard Mitchie laugh a little.
"You are pretty darn cute yourself, your protective, your sweet, your funny, and that look you have on your face is pretty cute, heck who am I kidding, you look smokin, Ms. Gellar" Mitchie said, and my jaw dropped further.
Mitchie pushed my jaw shut, and smirked at me.
"What-but you, uhhh, what, huh?" I asked, and Mitchie smiled at my ramblings, and leaned in closer to me.
"I guess since Jason and Nate told me you loved me, I'm really not that scared to show you how I feel anymore" she whispered, and I felt my face go red.
"Remind me to kill them later, ok?" I asked, and Mitchie laughed a little and nodded her head.
Then, she did the one thing I never expected her to do.
Mitchie pushed her chair a little closer to mine, and now our faces were just inches apart, and then she pressed her lips firmly to mine.
As we pulled away, I smiled and she smirked at me.
"Maybe I won't kill Jason and Nate" I whispered, and Mitchie pressed her lips to mine again.
AN: Thanks for inspiring that one, lmao. Ok, now, I know I told you all those five one-shots will be up, but I might be spacing them out.
