Gotta FindYouAgain
A Obtenu De Vous Trouver Encore
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Camp Rock, the original characters from the movie, the songs that could be mentioned, or France.
Chapter Two
Mitchie marveled at the inside of the massive private jet. The outside of the plane was a dark, ink-black color. But the inside was completely white. The chairs, the couches, the pillows, the tables; they were all white. The plasma TV even had a white rim! It was like standing in the middle of a huge cloud.
"Wow...This place must stain pretty easily," Mitchie said, her eyes roaming over the contents of the room again.
"It does," Shane laughed, "Nate got air sick on here once and..well let's just say that we had to get a new couch."
Mitchie gave him a disgusted look and began to circle around the room. Shane sat on the couch and watched her carefully as she browsed through the room. She saw pictures of him, his brothers, his parents, pets and..What was this? Baby pictures?
"Aww!" Mitchie squealed, examining one of the pictures from a closer angle.
"What is it?" Shane asked, quirking his eyebrow.
"You were so cute when you were a baby!" Mitchie said, walking over and sitting down beside him.
Shane laughed and said, "Oh so I'm not cute now?"
"Yes you are," she said, pinching the tip of his nose and wiggling it, "Cuter than ever."
Shane closed his eyes and they both laughed while she did this.
When the laughing had died down, Shane opened his eyes and lifted his hand up to remove hers from his nose. He took it on his and lay them both down between the two of them, lacing his fingers with hers. Both of their eye lids fluttered down and they each leaned forward.
This is it, Mitchie thought, Finally.
He was so close now that Mitchie could feel his breath on her lips. Her heart was about to explode, when she heard a noise.
They came out of their trance and looked behind the couch to find a pair of eyes staring back at them.
Mitchie screamed and instinctively leapt backward, nearly falling off the couch.
The eyes looked around for a moment, before they came the rest of the way, revealing a face.
"I am spy ninja Jay.. Fear me! Whoosh... Whoosh..." Jason said, moving his head back and forth above the edge of the couch.
"Jason?" Shane said through his gritted teeth.
"Yes?" Jason answered, completely oblivious to what he had just done.
"I am going to punch you!" Shane said. Anger was obvious in his words.
Jason looked at him with a puzzled expression. "But won't that hurt?" he asked.
Shane slammed the palm of his hand into his forehead. "Oh my gosh..," he mumbled under his breath.
Mitchie laughed at the two brothers and their little quarrel while she sat up again. Looking at Shane, she noticed a dangerous spark of anger in his eyes. She decided to interrupt before Shane had the chance to beat Jason into the ground.
"So Jason.. Why are you even here?" she asked. This boy seemed to appear at the strangest of times.
He glanced over at her and stared at her with wide eyes as though he just now realized that she was on the plane with them.
"Oh my gosh! Mitchie! Hi!" he said, waving at her in a way that looked like he was swatting at a fly.
"Um.. Hi?" Mitchie looked at him with an unsure expression. Just how odd could he manage to be?
"Answer the question. Why are you on this dang plane?!" Shane's voice was threatening; it matched his eyes.
Jason scratched his head and thought for a moment.
"Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up like a light bulb. "I got bored," he shrugged.
"Oh how wonderful. We get to enjoy a plane ride with Jason. Joy," Shane said sarcastically to Mitchie.
"Come on. He can't be that bad."
They glanced to where he should have been standing but he was gone. With puzzled expressions, they scoped the room until they saw him by a window.
"Ooh CLOUD!!" he exclaimed, pressing his face to he glass, "Uh.. now no cloud. CLOUD!! No cloud.. CLOUD!!" he continued like this for a few more minutes.
"You wanna bet?" Shane turned back to Mitchie with a smug smirk.
--Seven hours later--
After his cloud episode, "spy ninja Jay" found a new way to entertain himself. He discovered the wonder that is the flushing toilet. Shane and Mitchie had occupied themselves with the televison, finding it hard to talk after their little "moment". They hadn't even spoken during dinner. (which Jason had never come out for.) Shane and Mitchie were now sitting on the couch, listening to the music on the radio channel.
"What do you think Jason is doing?" Mitchie asked, stretching her arms out and yawning.
"Who knows. He's done it before though, so don't worry," Shane replied, shrugging.
"Hmm.." Mitchie closed her eyes and let her head fall onto Shane's shoulder.
She felt him stiffen at the feel of her hair on his neck, but he then relaxed, lying his head on hers. Mitchie sighed inwardly and snuggled deeper into the crook of Shane's neck. She soon drifted to sleep, hoping that they would reach their destination soon. It took Shane a bit longer to nod off, but he eventually did.
Jason rushed into the room, his hair dripping with water. Seeing Shane on the couch, he bounded over to it and stood in front of him.
"Hey there, BUDDY! What's up?" he asked, hunching over Shane.
Shane raised one of his eyelids, and then both of them.
"Sleeping. Or at least trying to. May I ask why you're dripping?"
"Oh I styled my hair with the help of the toilet. Now I have to go dry off!" Jason exclaimed, running towards the door of the plane.
"No Jason, don't!" Shane jumped up quickly and rushed to his brother, wincing as he heard Mitchie's head hit the back of the hard couch.
Mitchie was having a dream that she was at camp. She was running through the forest, dodging limbs and roots as she hurried through the darkness. She looked back to see what exactly it was that was chasing her. She saw nothing, but as she turned around...WHAM! She slammed into a tree. Nice move there, Mitch.
Mitchie woke up on a couch, rather than the ground, just in time to see Shane jerk Jason away from the door. She sat up, rubbing her head, and mumbled, "Shane, you're the meanest pillow I've ever slept on."
Shane looked up from scolding Jason about not messing with strange doors and smiled. He walked back over to the couch and sat down beside her.
"I'm sorry, Mitch. Does this help?" He grabbed her gently by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him. He then leaned forward and placed a careful kiss on the top of her head.
"A little bit," she managed to stutter out. In truth, her stomach had just exploded with butterflies.
He laughed at her and smiled, standing up. "Alright. Good then. So who wants breakfast?"
"Breakfast?" Mitchie questioned, "What time is it?"
"It's nearly 7:00am. This is a really long flight," he said, exiting the room and entering the kitchen. Mitchie got up and followed. She entered the room just as he was thanking their personal chef.
On the table were three plates; each with bacon, ham, and eggs placed on them. She looked up at the chef, who merely gave a nod of greeting and brushed past her.
"Would you like me to go get Jason?" she asked, not very sure of what to do.
"Nah, the chef went to go do that," he assured her. "Come on. Sit," he motioned to the seat beside him.
She made her way over to the chair that he was referring to and sat down.
"So.. how much do you know about what we're doing at camp this year?" she asked, eating a fork-full of eggs.
"Well," he paused to swallow his bacon, "it will basically be the same as last year. Except it will be a bit more nature-ish."
"Nature-ish?" Mitchie questioned his choice of words, looking over a strip of bacon that she had just picked up.
"Yeah. We'll be going on hikes occasionally. Mostly to get everyone in shape for dancing and to inspire the songwriters. It a wonderful choice too. I've heard that it's so beautiful up there that it's almost magical."
Mitchie raised her head when he said those words. Her brown eyes were locked on his. Shane had just opened his mouth to say something, when a certain airhead burst through the door.
"Oh my gosh, you guys!" he shouted, "Guess what?"
Shane and Mitchie both looked over at him with irritated faces and snapped, "What?!"
"A big fat guy with a white Abraham Lincoln hat just talked to me!"
Shane rolled his eyes at his brother. "That was the chef, stupid."
"You obviously don't understand," Jason countered, "He had a WHITE ABRAHAM LINCOLN HAT. He must have been good old Abe's angel."
Shane slammed his head onto the table.
"Uh..Jason? Why don't you take your plate in there and watch Barney." Mitchie was trying to save Shane from a head trauma.
"Okay!" Jason grabbed his plate and skipped out of the room.
"Shane?" Mitchie said, poking his head, "He's gone now."
Shane looked around the room warily and sighed.
"He needs help. I swear!" He said, stabbing at his eggs. Mitchie laughed and changed the subject.
"So when will we be landing?" Mitchie asked. She was staring to feel jet-lagged.
A sudden jolt rocked the table, nearly tipping over their drinks. They heard Jason scream from the other room.
Shane looked up at her and grinned. "We're here!"
"Great!" Mitchie exclaimed, standing up from the table. "Let's get our bags and get out of here."
"Right," Shane laughed, "Oh and I have to give you something okay? I'll see you in a few minutes."
He then walked away, leaving a very confused Mitchie to go change and retrieve her suitcases.
--
Mitchie and Jason were waiting patiently at the door of the plane for Shane. Or, at least, Mitchie was be patient.
"Can we go now PLEASE?" Jason whined. This had been going on for the past two minutes and Mitchie was ready to snap.
"Shane will be here in just a minute." Oh he better be!
"Hi guys. Sorry that took me so long," Shane apologized, walking into the room with his things.
"Yay! We can go!" Jason jumped out of the plane, nearly falling down the steps on the way.
Mitchie laughed and was about to follow him when Shane caught her by the arm.
"Wait Mitchie," he said, pulling her back, "I need to give you something." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a square envelope. Mitchie took it from his hands and examined it. She looked up at him curiously.
"Thank you. But what is it?"
"It's just something that I want you to have," he explained. "Open it when you think that it might have meaning."
Realizing that that was the only explanation she would get, Mitchie grabbed her bags and walked off the plane with him.
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