A/N So a huge shout out and my love goes out to the two reviewers I had! Thanks a zillion to mia bella jacob and ..4eva! I love you guys! The contest is still open, I need more people to populate my stories! I am so pumped for all the hits I've gotten on this and my one shot Breathless, so thanks guys. Without you I wouldn't be writing. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. So read and review. Disclaimer: All copyright content copyright it's owners. I don't own hollywood records, shane, mitchie, or camp rock D: dream don't always come true.
Shane didn't know why he had decided to come here. Maybe he still had the feelings for Mitchie that he thought he had buried and forgotten about. Her friend Hillary had told him where he could find her. She had been such a good kid he hated what fame had turned her into. She wasn't Mitchie anymore, now she was just another slut Hollywood had created.
So why did he care so much? He wondered as he sat in the unwelcoming meeting room. He didn't want to think he had feelings for her. They wouldn't have worked out before all of this let alone after all of this stuff. He wanted to help her, she had so many people that cared about her and he didn't want her to let them down. He was going to have a big part in getting her out of this hell hole whether she liked it or not.
After he waited for a little over an hour, she appeared. Her makeup was crazily dark and he never remembered her hair being that black. He almost winced at how.. Changed this new Mitchie was. She wasn't his sweet sixteen year old girl with a dream anymore. Now she was a washed up pop star at only nineteen. It killed him to know someone with so much potential had gotten so wasted like this. He stood to greet her, crossing the room confidently and wrapping her up in a hug just like old times. What wasn't like old times was how she froze before pushing him away.
He tried to hide his hurt, but pasted on a happy smile. It wouldn't do to be sad or angry around her. He was here to help her however she needed it. "Hey Mitch, it's nice to see you again." He said pleasantly, trying to look her in the eyes which she stubbornly kept looking down. Did she not want to see him?
Mitchie didn't want anything to do with Shane. Being with him was bringing raw emotions she had wanted to stay hidden up to the surface. It took all her willpower to keep them from bubbling out. He had just left her for dead after she signed on with Hollywood Records. He didn't want to be associated with a train wreck, he had an image to keep up.
She didn't respond to his pleasantries. She just wanted this all to be over. As far as she knew the press didn't know she was here, so how had he found her? She was going to pummel whoever told him... But in a way it was nice to have him back. Gave her a glimpse of her old life when she had been just Mitchie. Things had been good then, she didn't realize how good she had it until it was all gone. She'd do anything just to get those days back, but her pride kept her from accepting all the hands held out to help her.
"What do you want?" She mumbled, her icy gaze looking into the warm, familiar hazel eyes. Why did he have to come see her while she was like this. She didn't want anyone to ever see her like this. It killed her to be so weak. "I just wanted to see you Mitch, it's been too long." He said gently, hoping she would warm up to him. He felt like he owed this to her. She had been the one to bring him back to the Earth, but he hadn't even tried to do the same for her and now it was too late.
Mitchie tried not to snort, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her lips. This wasn't Mitchie, this was Michelle. International superstar. How Hollywood had trained her to be. She didn't want to be weak and go back to who she used to be, but she longed for it. For the friendly smiles she used to always get, for the easiness in which she got along with anyone. It was just too hard to give in. That's what the new Mitchie had been taught to do.
"No, really, are there hidden cameras somewhere?" She said looking around cruelly. "You never cared when I was getting to this point so get the fuck out of my life. I thought you'd at least have the common decency to help me out after I helped you but I was wrong. So why don't you go back to your perfect little pop star life and forget you even knew me. I'm nothing but a blemish on your record." She hissed, standing straight and looking at him, her face showing no emotion but that of pure loathing. Why did he have to show up and make things even more complicated than they already were?
Shane didn't know what to say. He hadn't expected Mitchie to react like this although now that he thought about it, it was how he would have reacted in her position. He felt overwhelmingly ashamed of himself. She was right, he had just left her high and dry, not caring that she was going to crash and burn like he would have had she not stepped in. He would've been in her same place right now if she hadn't stepped in and he had let her down. "I'm sorry." He said softly, looking at her. He truly did care about her.
"Sorry doesn't cut it Grey." She snapped. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to my room and forget this ever happened and you'll do the same. Are we clear?" She said, her emotions were running high right now. Higher than they had in months. The past months had just been filled with the same emotion. Hatred, this was overly confusing for her system. She couldn't stand it, she just wanted to get back to the one constant in her life since Shane and the old Mitchie had left her.