It's my first fanfic for Mikayla/Mitchie, so I hope you guys like it.
I don't own this characters or anything, just the storyline.
Song used: Believe In Me – Demi Lovato
Title : Reference to the song
Mikayla's POV
"Thank you so much!" I yell as I run off stage from the last concert of my tour. I've been touring for three months and I haven't seen my best friend Mitchie Torres since I've started touring. We called every day for at least an hour. I miss her so much. I hope I'm home soon so I can finally see her.
"Mikayla." My manager says as she walks up to me. She has this weird grin on her face. This can't be good. "There's an extra concert next week. We will stay the night in an hotel not too far from here and then we will hit the road."
"What?" I ask as I throw my hands up in the air. "You've got to be kidding me! I promised Mitchie we'd go shopping tomorrow!"
"Sorry, kiddo, you're gonna have to cancel that." Damn, I hate my manager. I sigh as I grab my cellphone. I dial Mitchie's number, but I'm startled as I hear a ringtone with my voice coming from the door behind me. "Oh, I forgot to say someone's here to see you."
I turn around quickly. I know that ringtone. I walk to the door and slowly open it. I'm soon met by someone thowing her arms around me. "Mitchie!"
"Mikayla! I'm so glad I can finally see you. It's been too long." She says as she lets go of me, but still holds on to my arm.
"I don't want to sound rude and I'm thrilled that you're here, but what are you doing here?" I ask as I take her with me to go for a walk.
"Your manager called me. She said you had an extra concert. She suggested me to join you for the week. I asked my mom and she was totally fine with it, so here I am." Mitchie explained.
"That's so awesome!" I grab her into another hug before taking a jar of pickles and eating one.
"I see nothing has changed in three months." She laughs as she steals my jar of pickles and runs away.
"Come back here!" I joke as I run after her. I love these moments we have. Just spending time with eachother and being funny. I know I'm not supposed to think about her in that way, but I accepted the fact that I can't ignore the fact that I'm in love with her. It's hard for me to be with her and spend time with her like this, but on the other hand I love spending time with her like this.
"Mikayla?" Mitchie asks as she waves her hand in front of my face. "Earth to Mikayla."
"Sorry, what?" Appearantly she's been talking the whole time.
"You didn't get anything I just said, did you?" she laughs as she hands my the jar of pickles back. I slightly smile at her and shake my head. She chuckles. "I asked if you wanted to grab a bite at McDonalds. Your manager said we have 'til 7 o'clock. Then we have to be on the bus to drive to the hotel."
"Fine by me." I say. We walk out of the concert hall. A couple of kids came over to me and Mitchie once we were on the street. They were so exited as we signed the posters they handed us and when we took a picture with them.
"I really like your duet with Shane!" one of the little kids says to Mitchie. I can see the hurt in her eyes, but she still manages to smile. The kids don't seem to see the hurt. "You should make an album!"
"I don't think there's going to be an album anytime soon. I didn't sing in a long time." Mitchie says as we say bye to the kids and continue our way to McDonalds. She's speaking the truth. We're 18 now and she hasn't sung since a month after she turned 17. Especially no duets.
"Mitch. The kids are right. You have an amazing voice, you really should make an album." I say as I rest my hand on her back.
"I can't Mikayla." She sighs. "Can we just please talk about this later?"
"You always say that, but we never talk about it. It's been eleven months and I still don't know why you don't want to sing anymore." I say, maybe a little bit too loud. She looks at me.
"Can we just please enjoy this?" she asks. "I promise I will tell you on the bus."
"Sure." Something in her eyes makes me believe that she will tell me on the bus. I smile as we enter McDonalds and order our food. I can see some papparazi taking pictures from behind the window. Yay, front page tomorrow. The headline will probobly be Mikayla and Mitchie. Best friends or more? I don't get why they think we're more than best friends.
"I saw the whole concert you know." She smiles causing my to tear my eyes away from the papparazi.
"Really?" Wow, I sound surprised. I could've guessed though. She was there already when I was done.
"Yeah. You were amazing." She leans back as a waiter puts her drink on the table. I didn't order anything to drink because we always drink from the same cup. That's probobly one of the reasons they think we're more than best friends. I hope Mitchie doesn't notice my feelings for her. Now the food is also being served. I grab a chicken nugget and hold it front of Mitchie's mouth. She laughs as she takes a bite from the nugget. I put the other half of it in my mouth. Great, we just gave another reason for them to think we're together. But hey, best friends share smoothies, don't they? And they feed eachother for fun, right? Right? Mitchie still hasn't noticed the papparazi and I don't plan on telling her. She already has enough on her mind. She's probobly figuring out how to tell me why she won't sing anymore. I pay the bill and we walk to the bus. I'm glad the papparazzi has already found another victim to stalk. I sit down on my bed in the bus as she nervously plays with her fingers.
"Mitch." My voice is soft and calming. I see her looking up to me and I motion for her to sit next to me on the bed. Suddenly she starts crying. I throw my arms around her and she rests her head against my chest. My heart breaks everytime she cries. I don't like to see her like this. I don't say anything and let her talk whenever she's ready.
"My dad told me something right before he died. He told me to make an album because he thought I had a great voice. He told me that it would be a number one hit." She speaks softly. "After he died, I went to Shane. I suggested that we could make a real song from our duet. You know, with a music video and stuff, but he didn't want to. He said it was just a one time thing and he just blew me off. He even made fun of that a girl like me would want to record a duet with a guy like him. I can't believe I liked him."
Those words are stuck in my head. She liked him. Ofcourse, who was I to think that my best friend in the entire world would like girls. Ofcourse she's straight. "Why didn't you sing on your own?"
"Because my dad told me to record an album." She sits up and wipes the tears away from her cheecks.
"Isn't that a good thing?" I ask, slightly confused. If her dad wanted her to record an album, then why doesn't she?
"No, what if it fails? What if no one wants to buy it? Then my dad's dream would be shattered. He would turn around in his grave." Mitchie stands up and begins pacing.
"You listen to me, Mitchie." I say confindently as I stand up and grab her arms so she stops pacing. "You need to listen to me and you need to listen good. Your album will not fail and your dad will never, I repeat, never turn around in his grave. He's proud of you! Guess what? So am I! You have a great voice, Mitchie. It's a talent you've been given and you need to do something with that. If you're scared, I'll be glad to help. I would even be honored if you asked me to help."
"Would you do that?" Her voice was so fragile. I bet she never told anyone what her father had said to her before he died.
"Ofcourse, that's what best friends are for." I throw my arms around her again and pull her close. She snuggles her head in my neck and I gently strike her hair. "Let's get started right away." I'm taking this helping serious and I grab my acoustic guitar. I sit on the bed and start strumming it. I smile when I hear her voice filling the bus.
I'm losing myself.
Trying to compete,
With everyone else
Instead of just being me.
She hesitates for a moment, but I nod while smiling. She finds her voice again and makes up another verse.
Don't know where to turn
I've been stuck in this routine.
I need to change my ways
instead of always being weak
I start strumming a little faster which seems to encourage her. It's amazing how she makes up these words in less than two seconds.
I don't wanna be afraid.
I wanna wake up feeling beautiful, today
and know that I'm okay
cause everyone perfect in unusual ways
you'll see, I just wanna believe in me
the mirror can lie
doesn't show you what's inside
and it,it can't tell you your full of live
it's amazing what you can hide
just by putting on a smile
I know the chorus is coming again so I surprise her by singing it together with her.
I don't wanna be afraid.
I wanna wake up feeling beautiful, today
and know that I'm okay
cause everyone perfect in unusual ways
you'll see, I just wanna believe in me
I smile as she makes up the bridge.
I'm quit with finding out
I'm not about to break down
not today
I guess I always knew
that I had all the strength to make it through
Not gotta be afraid
I'm gonna wake up feeling beautiful today
and know that I'm okay
cause everyone is perfect in unusual ways
you'll see now,now I believe in me
now I believe in me
I keep strumming for a moment before I end the song.
"That was amazing, Mitch." I smile as I put my guitar on the side and she sits on the bed.
"Thank you, Mick. I couldn't have done this without you." Mitchie gives me a kiss on my cheeck, which sends huge shivers down my spine I might add, before resting her head on my shoulder. God, I want to kiss her right here. I keep myself in controle and settle with just putting my arm around her waist. I could be wrong, but I think she tensed a little. I hear her breathing even out and I know she's asleep. I carefully lean back so we are laying down on the bed before closing my eyes too.
"Mikayla!" Uh oh, that's my manager. I hope she didn't wake Mitchie. She's sleeping so peacefully. She comes into the room where my bed is and holds something up. "What the hell is this?"
I hope you guys liked this first chapter. I would love it if you post reviews. You can also put a letter up as a review adressed to Mitchie or Mikayla. Then it will be answered in the fanfic. Just start with Dear Mitchie/Mikayla... Signed, (your name). Let me give an example.
You go to the review area and instead of putting up a review, you type something like this.
(What you think of this fanfic) Here is my letter:
"Dear Mitchie, I really like your songs, ... (ofcourse you can also say things you don't like) signed, Tess"
Then there will be an answer to your letter in this fanfic. If you still don't understand, feel free to message me. I would love it if you guys would do this! Thanks!
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