Storm: Tess and Mitchie Frenemy
Tess POV.
Rain. One thing I hate. One thing that brought me back to an enemy.
It was September 13, 2013. A rainy, dreadful, Friday the 13th. Of course, with my luck, I got stuck in the storm due to my car breaking down. I was on my way to my concert when my car broke down. My hair and makeup were all done, but got ruined due to the rain. It was after about 30 min. of walking on the highway with nobody in sight due to the bad weather that I came across a girl, shivering in the cold, sitting under an overhang at a local church. The girl looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't tell who she was.
"Tess?" The girl's voiced asked.
Oh god. It was Mitchie. The Mitchie. From Camp Rock. I would never, ever, let myself walk miles alone on Friday the 13th.
"Mitchie!" I tried to fake enthusiasm. "How have you been since, the baby was born?" Last thing I heard was that Mitchie and Shane had a baby, Ella, named after their friend from Camp Rock, who tragically died of cancer. That was the last time she'd seen Mitchie, at the funeral.
"Oh, I've been fine," Mitchie replied. "Actually, Shane and I are having triplets in late summer.
I looked at Mitchie's already bulging stomach. "Looks like you would be having quints, by the size of that belly." I said with a smirk. I might have softened a bit, after Camp Rock, but I was still Tess Tyler, after all.
"Er, well, how are you?" Mitchie says, looking uncomfortable. I notice her hair had gotten much longer and darker. How could have Shane picked her instead of me? Really? What did I do wrong? Never mind.
I know the answer to that.
"I'm fine, Mitchie." I say. "Actually, before my car broke down, I was on my to a concert. I'm probably being looked for right now."
"Oh, well, after I saw you, I was hoping we could talk…" Mitchie said nervously, biting her bottom lip.
"About what?" I snapped back. "About how perfect your life is. About how perfect Ella is? Well, I don't have time for that, Mitchie." And with that I stormed off, not bothering to look back.
When I got home later that night, I saw a box on my doorstep. I opened it and saw the words "I'm Sorry." With it was a note that read,
Dear Tess,
I know you are mad. Obviously, all those years ago, I hurt you. We hurt you. I hope you understand that I feel grateful to you. I would never have received the lesson of perseverance if I hade not received your hostility at Camp Rock. You have given me Shane. Now I must give you something.
Mitchie.
At the bottom of the box was a notebook. A notebook that was my journal from Camp Rock all those years ago. A journal I hadn't seen since Camp Rock.
A.N.: Umm, short story. I'm writing a pre-quel called enemies and a sequel called journal. xoxoxo. Review, kids.
Izzy