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Mitchie's POV
(Flashback)
August 29th, 2007 After Final Jam
"Mitchie, I'll always have time for you. Plus I want much more than your friendship."
With that, Shane leaned in to close the small gap that was between us, his lips brushing mine softly at first but then deepening the kiss and I gladly kissed back.
He pulled away, "Mitchie, I want to make this work between us."
"I do too." I whispered.
"Good, because I'm not letting you go that easily." He told me, giving me a quick peck on the lips.
October 14, 2007 At Mitchie's house.
I waved until the car was out of view and retreated inside.
My mom and dad mustn't have noticed me come inside as they were talking to themselves.
"I think Mitchie is falling for him, Steve. He's a nice boy and so are the others."
"I think she may be too, I just don't want her to get to hurt. He seems nice enough but he is a celebrity. I don't want her to have her heart broken." My dad said.
"I know, but she is old enough to make these decisions."
"True, I do trust her. She already seems much more confident and happier and she's only been with him for what, two days?"
I headed upstairs; not wanting to hear anything else for tonight.
I thanked my lucky stars that my parents seemed to approve of our relationship.
It meant a lot to me but I wondered if the world would approve if they found out, Shane and I just decided that we would let everyone else know whenever it happened.
I hoped they would approve because Shane meant the world to me already.
September 25, 2008 A Year After CampRock
"Shane?" I asked after a moment.
"Yeah?"
"Do you even wonder about the future?"
"Of course, I think about Connect 3 and whether or not we'll be able to keep on doing what we love. I think about you, whether you will be there with me when we tour and such or if you will be touring with us. I think about you and me together though, one day you and I being married."
"You want to marry me?" I asked smiling.
"Of course I do. You are my world Mitchie Torres."
"And why would you want to marry me anyhow?" I couldn't help but ask in a questioning tone.
"So I can kiss you anything I want." He smirked
"I like that idea."
"Good, because I'm not letting you go ever." He bent his head down and kissed my lips, never deepening it. But just the feel of his lips on mine sent my stomach on over load. When he pulled away he had a bright smile on his face.
December 28, 2010 around 1:30am
I cannot believe him! How could he actually say that to me and after everything we have been through together?
"Can you hurry up? I would like to get to bed tonight." Shane said glaring at me from the doorway of our bedroom.
"Screw you!" I said as a tear rolled down my cheek, while I finished packing some clothes and other necessities into a duffle bag. I pushed my way out the door and down the stairs. Slamming the front door closed as I walked to my car, to drive to the one person who would be there for me.
I barely got out of the driveway before I broke down crying. How could this happen? Everything was fine. We just celebrated our first Christmas together as a married couple. Sure I was only 18 and he was only 20, but that didn't matter because we were the one for each other. I knew I had to calm down to drive and if I wanted any sleep tonight.
Around 20 minutes later, I arrived at her apartment building, and I park my car. It is almost 2am when I knock on her door.
"You better have a death wish for waking me up at 2 in the morning!" She said, walking towards the door. When she opened the door and saw me with tearing running down my cheeks all her anger disappeared.
"Oh my god, M, what happened?" she said, ushering me into the apartment.
All I could get out of my mouth was "Shane…"and "into a fight."
She pulled me into a hug, whispering, "Shh. Calm down, and tell me what happened."
"Cait, he didn't believe me, he was hysterical. I tried to tell him that I would never do that intentionally, but he said to stop lying to him. I love him! I would never do that to him!" I cried hysterical.
"I know you wouldn't do that. Come on let's get you bed. You're exhausted. We can talk about it in the morning after you get some rest." She said, as she walked me to the spare bedroom.
(End of flashback)
Present Time 2016
Slowly I opened my eyes, as I awoke lying head first down on a table. Papers were scattered amongst the table. It was cold and a little bit of dry drool was on my chin. I looked out the blue stained glass window, to see lightning and thunder behind it. Why in the world would I have that dream? I hadn't thought about that part of my life in years. I sat up clearing up the piles and piles of papers on my desk. I needed to get more organized! I got up out of my chair and walked, more like rushed to my working co-workers.
"That LA accent of yours is a whole lot thicker when you're dreaming." John my designer and seamstress laughed, while all the others smirked.
"Alright, how come you all let me sleep?" I replied in a laughing matter. I loved them but really?
"Oh calm down it was like 5 minutes"
"What did I say?" I replied, lifting my right eyebrow in a questioning tone
"That we're all getting big fat raises when you become somebody." My other seamstress Joan replied while pinning up a dress. We all laughed off his joke, and continued working.
About two and a half house later I left the studio. I was walking down the streets of New York, drinking my coffee. I arrived at my apartment, trying my best to get in the door, so I could sleep. I unlocked my apartment door to find hundreds if not thousands of rose petals all over my floor. I followed the petal trail all through my apartment; with each step I took I found more flower. But these where whole, stem and all. But there wasn't a few, there were hundreds, probably about 300 roses, in all different colors. On my bed, the fire place, bookshelves, side tables, and the window seals. I was completely and utterly amazed,
"Ahh Jake." He was so sweet.
I walked over to my answering machine, and hit play, as his voice rang through my apartment
"Hey honey good morning, there's a rose for every moment I thought of you last night. You must be exhausted. So ill let you go, see you at the show. Its gonna be great just like you. I love you." I couldn't help but smile he was so sweet.
It was fashion week in New York. I was worried beyond compare. This event could, make or break you. This place was hectic. I was screaming at everyone. This had to be perfect. People were coming up to me for problems, it was the clothes didn't fit right, the hair or make up was wrong. The color was wrong. Or a model was missing, and as it was me Michelle Torres, I had the responsibility of making sure that everything was right, simply because it was my show.
During this entire hectic process, I ran into my mentor, he taught me everything I know about this world. Seeing as it wasn't mine in the beginning, I was from the music world. But that world was gone.
"Ahh my protégé, Go get them!" he was wearing a cream colored sweater, and a multicolored green, brown, and yellow scarf, and Brown dress pant with a hat.
"Oh get out of here before you make me cry." I said with my hand on my hips. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on cheek, and he walked out.
I looked out on the TV screen that was in the room, I saw Jake Carmichael. He was talking the reporters as he was running for President of the United States
"Oh lookie here, he hasn't done anything yet." Chelsea said walking up to me
"He asked me to go to Ireland for Christmas." I said smiling
"He's gonna ask you a lot more than that." She smirked walking away
The fashion show started. My models were just finishing running down the run way. I walked out and did a few bows, got applause and left. I was celebrating with my crew. I saw Jake and he congratulated me. Then hurriedly left, only to remind me of the dinner tonight with his mother. Kate Carmichael was they governor of New York. I was in the limo, headed to meet Jake. The limo driver stopped and told me that I had to sign a few papers. I agreed and walked into the building. I was dark, and sort of cold. I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me, I instantly had my body heated up.
"Hi" I smiled so brightly I knew instantly who this was.
"So have you made a decision about Ireland?" I was being led out of the room, him holding my hand.
"Ireland? Honey, that's 4 months away." I laughed lightly
"I was thinking 200-300 guest stops."
"For Christmas? Honey where are we?" I was kinda nervous why in the world would he bring me to a dark room?
Suddenly all the lights flicked on and I was standing in a huge room. People everywhere, tiny boxed filled one wall. They were blue and white. I gasped it could only be one place. Tiffany's. Jake dropped down on one knee.
"Oh. My. God" I was beyond shocked, my jaw felt like it was on the floor.
"Michelle Torres will you marry me?"
"Ar… Are you sure, cause if you not we can go to the car" I stuttered, turning up to go back out the door as I thought it was a joke.
"NO. No you know, I never do anything I don't know the answer to."
"Now, I'm gonna ask you again will you marry me?"
"Yess!" I said excited as he spun me around. Lifting me up off the floor.
We walked out of Tiffany's to go to meet Jakes mother. I was so proud of my ring. He suggested calling my parents. But I couldn't they would freak and be all excited for me. Hell I was excited but there was one thing holding me back. Him.
After we met Jakes mother she outed we were engaged before we could tell anyone. So my face was on every newspaper. I was packing up my bag, and decided to call someone who I hadn't spoken to in a while.
"Hello?" She said, as she answered her phone.
"Hey Cait, I'm coming home." I said.
"When?!" She said, shocked.
"Friday." I said.
"Yayy! But why are you coming back?" I could tell she was excited, and then it got ruined.
"To get a divorce."
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Some info
Mitchie was married to Shane. She fought with him, because he thought she lied to him and she left one day, five years later there still married but he has no idea where she is. She is getting married to a future Prez. And wants a divorce