A/N- I hope this story now complies with the Terms of Service. Mikayla and Mitchie are both very fictional characters. Yup. They're bout as fictional as you can get. Mitchie and Mikayla, not Demi and Selena. Happy?
Mitchie's POV
My dream world comes crashing down around me and the remnants of my one- night vacation fade away. I desperately try to grab it, hold on to it, and let it envelop me once again, but it's like sand. The tighter I squeeze the more I lose and before I know it the only thing left in my needy palm is a few grains which I, in defeat, let fall to the floor. Speaking of falling to the floor, why am I not on the bed? My nose is buried in the carpet, and my bed sheets have found their way around my slim body like a cocoon. I lay in this cocoon until I find the strength to emerge, spread my wings, and start a new day, but that moment won't come for at least another hour if I have any say in the matter. I wish to return to my beloved dream land, but I can't seem to remember where it is. What was I dreaming about? Whatever it was, it must have been great because that is the only place I want to be right now. I float between sleep and waking for a little while longer; trying to find the path I took before to get to my dream. When I am finally tired of trying (tired while asleep, what a thought!) I let my eyes flutter open and suddenly, there she is; a trace of a memory of a dream, black hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. I try to identify her, put that face with a name or a memory, but it's as if I see her through a frosted window. Finally after all this pondering, I am wide awake and decide that maybe it's time I looked it. I stand up, only to be knocked back down. I hear giggling coming from whatever was currently taking residence on my back.
"Good morning sleepyhead!"
I turn around and stare up at the face of my best friend, Mikayla, black hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back.
Wow, déjà vu. Where have I heard that before, black hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back…?
I wave the thought from my mind and put my mind to better uses, in this instance, tickling the life out of my best friend. We lay on the ground inches apart, still breathless from all the laughter. I prop myself up and look at her.
"What are we going to do today Mikayla? I don't have filming till tonight, and you don't have filming at all today; we have the whole day ahead!" I said.
"Hmmmmm, let's go to Johnny Rockets!" She exclaimed, her whole face lighting up. When she looked that happy and cute, how could I not oblige? We got dressed and headed out the door of our hotel room, making out way towards the lobby. When we got there we looked around for Mikayla's mom, the only form of parental supervision we had while we stayed at this hotel room for the filming of As the Bell Rings for me and Wizards of Waverly Place for Mikayla. Luckily, they were both filming in the same studio, so we were able to postpone our separation by at least a month. As soon as I left to film Camp Rock we would be separated by many miles and many months. My smile diminished just thinking about it.
"Mitchie what's wrong?" Mikayla asked.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about what I'm going to do without you in a month," I answered, pulling her closer to me and giving her a hug that she gladly returned, squeezing me as if she never wanted to let me go.
"Let's not think about that now," she answered, a smile playing on her lips. She grabbed my hand and ran out the door towards Johnny Rocket's, and I couldn't help but shiver.
That's strange; her hand's not cold, so why did I shiver when it touched mine?
I subconsciously stored it away for later pondering and decided instead to give my undivided attention to the amazing girl beside me. The amazing girl that I was so scared to leave because (not that she knew this) I needed her. She was my safety net, always looking out for me. She wasn't the kind of friend that would gently nudge me off of the wrong path if I chose to take it. She was the kind of friend who would chase after me on that wrong path until she reached me, after which she would slap me silly for taking that path in the first place, and then drag me back to the right one. Also, she made me feel needed. I knew I was important in her life, and that there was at least one person in this world that wanted me. She made me feel safe, because with her I felt like I wouldn't be casted out on the street, that I would always have a home.
"Crap!" Mikayla yelled, cutting into my sentimental moment. She looked over at me with wide eyes. "We got so excited about spending time together we forgot to tell my mom where we were going!" We stared at each other for a second before, as if we had read each other's minds, we both took off in the opposite direction at the same time, running back, bursting into the hotel, running to her mom and beginning to apologize profusely.
"Wait, what are you girls sorry about? What did you break?" she asked, turning towards Mikayla with a stern look in her eye.
She hadn't even noticed we were gone…
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" Mikayla said, apparently coming to the same conclusion I did. "Bye mom we're going to Johnny Rocket's!" She exclaimed, grabbing my hand once again and running out the door. Once again, the shivers invaded my skin and I wondered why. On the way there, she had a glazed look in her eyes, and her smile wasn't very convincing.
"Mikayla what's wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Leave it up to my mom not to notice that I left for an hour," she said, in her usual mixture of sarcasm and wit. "She doesn't even need me; I don't know why she keeps me around."
"Mikayla don't talk like that. Of course she needs you. I bet she needs you almost as much as I do!" I exclaimed.
"You really need me?" Mikayla looked up at me; her eyes filled with…hope? I smiled and pulled her close to me, this time cursing myself for sending the shivers back.
"Of course." I answered, holding her close with no intention of letting her go anytime soon. She didn't seem to have a problem with that, as she snuggled in deeper.