HEY! I finally got around to writing another CR story :). Just to inform you, this is only the prologue, not the first chapter. I promise, though, I will get around to writing the first chapter soon. And sorry if this prologue is so sad. I just couldn't think of a better way for Jitchie to get started. BTW, I would love it if you left a little reveiw. I love reading your guys comments :).
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or the characters in this FF. If I did, I would be the happiest girl in the world :D
I remember how it all started. Shane and I met at Camp Rock. Shane found out I was the girl he'd been looking for. Once camp was over with, Shane and I went back to California, just to hang out before Connect Three went back on tour.
The day started out so perfect. 89 dregrees, the sun shinning brightly, the wind blowing ever so lightly and not a single cloud in the sky. I smiled as Shane as I walked down the sidewalk, holding hands. I remember we went to the movies to go see Alvin and the Chipmucks. Shane just thought it was so funny to see talking-singing chipmunks. I laughed everytime he said a line from one of their cartoon movies on TV.
We sat there in the front aisle, popcorn, soda and a king-size Trix bar to share. Suddenly, I noticed I was out of soda. "I'll be right back." I said and Shane nodded, turning back to the movie. I laughed and got up, walking over to the door. I turned around and looked at him before walking out.
Just as I closeed the door it started. I dropped my cup and ice spilled out. I fell to the floor, shaking and freaking out on the inside. It was an earthquake. It went of amazing to worse in less than one second.
I turned around, trying to reach for the door, trying to grabbed it from the ground. I finally got it and stood up, opening the door slowly. Parts of the roof were now laying on the theater floor, the seats, even the helpless people who came in to watch a movie. "Shane!" I called hearing nothing. "Shane! Answer me!" again, I heard nothing. I the dust from the falling roof was clouding my veiw. "Shane!" I called one last time before everything went black.
My eyes merged open, looking around, being blinded by the bright light. "Ms. Torres," a man in a doctors coat said. "Please do not try to move We believe you might have broken your neck." My eyes widend and I remembered Shane. "Where's Shane?" I asked. "Shane Gray. Where is he?" I asked, begging someone to tell me if he was alright. "Ms. Torres, Shane is hurt badly. We're not sure if he's going to make it. But right now, you need to stay calim." he demanded. I closed my mouth, but my heart and head were still open.
I woke up again an hour later, looking around, I saw my Mom and Dad, sitting in chairs by my bed. Mom was crying into her hands and Dad was holding her, hugging her to comfort her. "Mom, Dad," I said and they looked at me. "Mitchie!" Mom said in excitment and jumped up, hugging me on the bed. "Are you OK, honey?" she asked. I nodded slightly and felt a sharp pain in my neck. "Be careful. The doctor said you broke it." Dad said and I almost nodded again, but stopped myself before I did.
"Where's Shane?" I asked, looking directly in Mom's eyes. She didn't say anything. She looked at Dad, worried and he said, "Mitchie," he sighed, Mom gripping his shirt tightly. What was going on? "Shane... didn't make it, sweetie." I was in shock. This wasn't happening. It was all a dream. "No, don't tell me that. You're lying." I said, trying to fight back tears, but they fell down anyway. "Honey, your father is telling the truth. I know you don't want to hear it, but..." she trailed off and I started to sob. My chin started to quiver and I felt sick. My heart hurt in my chest. This was not happening.
"No." I said through the tears. My voice breaking up. I looked back at what had happened less than two ours ago. I turned around, Shane was laughing at the movie and I walked out the door.
I never thought that moment would be the last time I'd see his face.
