A/N: This is my first oneshot for LaPaige's one-oh-one (101) prompt challenge thing. It started as a drabble but grew and grew. Suddenly it was a oneshot (9 written pages). Anyway, I love taking Disney characters and putting them in dark, gritty, and all together dirty situations. In other words, warping and twisting them in total NON-DISNEY ways. Haha…Anyway, enjoy. R&R! Thanks. –Mac

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock, because if I did, these characters wouldn't be allowed to even contemplate appearing on the Disney Channel. Yet they do, thus proving they're not mine.

Taste

The girl he lost his virginity to (he couldn't remember her name anymore, he wasn't sure he even knew it to begin with) had tasted like strawberries and champagne, which was exactly what he recalled she had been enjoying when he approached her at the party celebrating Connect 3's successful debut tour. He had taken the champagne fluke out of her hand, placing it aside on the bar, before leading her to an empty office down the hall from where the party was being held. He could still hear the music pounding through the walls as he helped her to sit on a desk at the far end of the room. After that, there wasn't much else he remembered about that night.

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Ella had tasted like marshmallows. He had watched her popping the sugary treats all night at the Camp Rock campfire. While others were cheerfully roasting marshmallows for s'mores, she was sitting off to the side eating the fluffy white confections right out of the bag. He had become entranced watching her tongue swirl around each one and he couldn't help himself from following her when she headed back to her cabin. When he pressed her up against the side of the cabin, out of sight of any of the other campers, the sweet taste filled his mouth. Coupled with the breathy moan that bubbled up in her throat, and the gentle way her hands clutched at his shoulders, he came to the conclusion that it was fitting. Yet it all felt wrong. He was still searching for the girl with the voice, but he told himself that his needs were more of a priority.

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Peggy had tasted like coffee. They were the last two left in the studio attempting to work out the kinks in the song they were supposed to have recorded three weeks before yesterday. With a sigh of frustration, she had set aside her guitar and picked up the now lukewarm coffee cup Connect 3's personal assistant had delivered before going home for the night. She finished off her coffee and tossed the cup in the direction of the trash can. She missed completely, but waved it off. She reached her hands behind her head and arched her back, stretching her tense muscles. He watched her every move carefully, her fluid, feminine movements causing something not so unexpected to rise up in him. He had been surrounded by pure testosterone—Nate, Jason and record executives—for weeks. He hadn't had simple contact with a member of the opposite sex in far too long. Due to the buildup of concentrated of sexual frustration, he couldn't resist the urge to lean over and kiss her senseless. As the bitter taste of coffee pooled on his tongue, he realized this may have been an error of judgment on his part, but he had gone too far to turn back He would deal with the consequences later.

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Caitlyn had tasted like bubblegum. She and Mitchie had come to visit him at the studio. They had realized something was wrong when Peggy stopped answering their calls. They had come to see if he knew what was going on with their friend as he was the one who had seen her most recently. He denied knowing anything and requested they fill him in when they found out what was up. Of course, he knew exactly what was wrong—the girl couldn't even look at him anymore when they had to work together. She felt guilty and ashamed about what happened, and he knew her probably should too, but at the moment he couldn't focus on anything except the way Caitlyn's lips twitched slightly as she chewed rather obnoxiously on her gum. He was so preoccupied, that he barely noticed that Mitchie was saying she had to head out. While Mitchie left to meet her parents, Caitlyn stayed behind. She didn't have to leave for awhile and he didn't mind the company. Her lips molded themselves around a bright pink bubble and he smiled as it popped and her tongue darted out to sweep the sticky mess back into her mouth. The sight made his mouth water for a piece of gum, and he resorted to stealing hers. He had a feeling this was even more wrong than what happened with Peggy, but as the bubblegum taste mingled in their joined mouths, he didn't care. She pulled away and told him she would be in the bathroom with a wink, her voice low and seductive. As she disappeared dow the hall he sat down, leaned back in his chair and smirked widely. He gave the piece of gum now resting on his tongue a few purposeful chews before getting up to follow.

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Tess had tasted like vodka and tobacco. After his encounter with two of his close friends, he was reeling. It wasn't out of character for him to make bad decisions, but he usually tried to avoid making them so close to home. If he made a mistake with a nameless, faceless stranger, it couldn't come back around to bite him like it could with a friend he had to see regularly. He threw himself back into his old lifestyle—parties, clubs, and unfamiliar faces. Problem was, she was absorbing herself in a similar lifestyle. He ran into her in LA. He had been sitting at the bar of one of the more exclusive night clubs, when she came shimmying off the dance floor. She ordered herself a shot without even noticing him next to her. Neither of them was legal, and she was far from sober, but the bartender had no qualms in serving the front man of Connect 3 and the daughter of TJ Tyler without appropriate ID. She downed her shot and as she put the shot glass back down on the bar she saw him. Her gaze locked on his, she licked her lips slightly and without a word she began to head back to the dance floor. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and swung her hips as she walked. He couldn't keep his eyes off her and she knew it. When she reached the edge of the dance floor, she glanced over her shoulder and beckoned him to follow her. This was exactly what he had intended to avoid, but he had a little bit of a buzz and he was already halfway to the dance floor. She led him to the middle of the crowd of dancers. He could feel the pulse of the music coursing through his body. He pulled her flush against him and they began to move together in time with the beat. His hands griped her hips, guiding her movements against him. When the song ended, they were both breathing heavily. They left the club, not long after that, sharing a cab back to her hotel. She invited him up and he accepted. He had been drawn in and he refused to retreat. Once inside her room, she stripped off her jacket, tossing it over a chair, and kicked off her high heels. She sat down on the large bed and slide back to rest against the pillows. He shed his jacket and pulled off his shoes. Then he climbed over her. He pressed her back into the bed as he kissed her. The tang of the smoke and the burn of the alcohol settled in the back of his throat. It wasn't until the next morning that he figured out that he had probably made everything so much worse.

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He had attended a bar-be-que at Mitchie's home which her parents had to celebrate the beginning of summer. All of their friends from Camp Rock were in attendance including all four girls he had involved himself with, none of whom could hold his gaze for longer than three seconds. He had counted. Mitchie wasn't speaking to him either. Within hours, Tess had begun to inform the world about their activities in the City of Angels. When Mitchie found out she left a short, yet resounding message on his voicemail. "Tess, huh? Figures." If she was this angry over Tess alone, he couldn't imagine how she would react over Caitlyn, Peggy, Ella and the champagne girl. Finally, after hours of being ignored, he attempted to get her to say at least one word to him.

"Mitch, just talk to me," he pleaded, catching her arm to stop her from walking away from him.

But she wouldn't. She pulled her arm out of his grasp. Feeling slightly embarrassed at what had occurred, he ducked his head and waited until everyone looked away to follow her inside. He found her in her room, lying on her bed and clutching a pillow to her chest. He knocked lightly on her open door. When she gave no response of "go away", he took that as an invitation to come in. He slowly walked forward and sat down at the edge of her bed. He remained silent, hoping that she would eventually initiate the conversation. She did, after a long while of sitting in a tense quiet.

"Why her?" She mumbled with her voice rough and slightly muffled.

"We were both in LA. I ran into her at a club and it sort of just happened," He answered, staring down at his hands.

She sat up abruptly, "But why her? After the way she treated all of us? After all she did? How could you do that?"

"She changed Mitchie. She's your friend now, isn't she?" He defended, though he couldn't understand why. He completely agreed with her.

"That doesn't make this any easier," She responded, "It only makes it harder." She let out a small sigh, "How many times?"

"Mitch…"

"How many times did you go back to her?" She demanded.

"It was only the one time," he finally admitted, "But…she wasn't the only one."

"Who?" she asked, her eyes widening at the admission.

He told her everything. About the champagne and strawberries girl he couldn't remember (even though she had been long before he even met Mitchie), about Ella and the marshmallows, about Peggy and the coffee during that late night studio session, about Caitlyn and the bubblegum just moments after Mitchie had left, and about Tess and the vodka and tobacco at the nightclub. When he was finished, he turned to face her and to gauge her reaction. She was sitting completely still, her eyes clenched tightly closed.

"Mitchie, say something," he replied desperately after a long moment of silence.

"How could you?" She whispered, with her eyes still closed and her body tilted away from him.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, "I don't know what made me do it. I feel terrible that I let myself get that far so many times. I never set out to hurt you, but I can see I did."

"It's just…all this time. The canoe rides, the whole I have to find the girl with the voice, me, everything we've been through…I thought you might actually have feelings for me," She shook her head slightly, "I guess that was stupid of me."

"Who's saying I don't?" he responded, reaching a hand over to lift her chin and make her look at him.

She pushed his hand away, "You are. You've been with not one or two but four of our friends. You kept it from me and everyone else. I don't see how you could manage that while you had feelings for me."

"I know," he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know it makes me a terrible person. I know you probably hate me for it, but I would take it all back if I could. Whatever I thought I was getting out of it, it wasn't worth it. It doesn't change anything, but I wanted you…I want you, Mitch."

"I'm supposed to just believe that?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You don't trust me, I understand that. But I will do whatever it takes to earn back your trust," he responded firmly, "I will prove to you that there is no one else I want but you."

She sighed, "I can't…I can't just open myself up to the possibility of you hurting me again. I can't just forgive you that easily."

"I don't expect you to," he took her hands in his. When she didn't pull away, he continued, "I am just asking for a second chance to show you I can be different."

She raised her head to meet his eyes, "If you hurt me again."

"I won't," he shook his head, "I can't."

"Everyone deserves a second chance. And even though this is probably your third or fourth," she began, "I am willing to give it to you. I've had feelings for you for a long time Shane, and I should have acted on them a year ago."

He shook his head again, "No, I should have been strong enough to make a move before all this…" he trailed off and picked up on another train of thought, "Would it be okay if I kissed you?"

She hesitated a moment, thinking it over. Eventually, she nodded slightly and he smiled. He shifted closer to her on the bed. He reached out a hand to cup her cheek. Slowly, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. He kept the kiss gentle and light until she began to respond, tentatively kissing him back. He began to deepen the kiss, molding his lips with hers. He let his hand fall from her cheek and slip down to grasp the back of her neck, lightly tangling in her hair and drawing her closer. A small sigh mingled amongst their joined lips. He tried to determine whether it had come from him or her and failed. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and he tried to memorize how he felt in that moment, because nothing else he had ever experienced could compare to it.

And Mitchie, she tasted like something indescribable. Unable to find words that would do it any justice, he could only call it Mitchie, as it was a taste uniquely hers.

—the end—