Hello again! Long time, no update! Thank you so much for the reviews! Let's see if we can get more than three this chapter! Camp Rock 2 was amazing! I was soo sad that they lost, but the Smitchie kiss was totally worth it! Was I sensing a bit of Naitlyn during This Is Our Song? LOL! Just a reminder that you can follow me on twitter at joeysbaby956. Just a warning, I tweet ALOT! It's an obsession of mine. Another reminder to enter for the chance for you or a character you have made up to be in this story. I'll list the info at the bottom. And a last reminder that I am looking for a beta. It would really help me a lot to get feedback from soemone I can trust before the chapter gets relased to the general public, especially because I could use help with grammer and spelling. Enough of my rambling snad on with the story! Enjoy!

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Song-Believe in me by Demi Lovato


Chapter 2

I spent most of the week either in my room or with Scarrlett and Tanya.

"Taylor!" My mom yelled up the stairs to me two days after Mitchie called with her news. I pretended I didn't hear her and continued with my singing to the CD Caitlyn had made me with Pyramid, I'd Lie, Scars and, But Then I Woke Up, on it. I was still rather tired because I had been up until near 2 AM surfing the web.

"Taylor!" She yelled again. I wasn't ignoring her to vex her, I honestly just didn't want to go downstairs. I decided that if she called up one more time I would go downstairs.

"TAYLOR!" She screamed.

"Coming!" I yelled back, pausing my music before skipping down the stairs.

"Set the table." Mom instructed.

"Yes…Your Majesty." I muttered.

"What did you just say?" She snapped turning around.

"Nothing." I mumbled. She made a noise of annoyance and turned around. I set the table as quickly as I could and sat on the couch to watch Hot Tunes before dinner.

"Dinner!" Mom yelled. I tried to concentrate on the article about Hannah Montana's latest beau. "Come to the table, Taylor!" I sighed turning off the TV.

"Coming!" I yelled, making my way into the kitchen, stifling a yawn.

"You seem tired. Did you get enough sleep last night?" Mom asked suspiciously.

"Ya." I smiled, it was fake, but I was hoping I could put on a good enough act to avoid a lecture. "I got plenty of sleep last night. I guess I'm just…" I tried to think of a plausible reason as to why I would be tired, "Readjusting to being home."

"Really. Because your light was on until 2 last night." She said in her mom voice.

"I fell asleep with it on?" I asked in my most innocent voice, she totally wasn't buying it.

"Very funny Taylor." She said dryly. "I'm going to start turning that WiFi off if you stay up that late. It's going to interfere with your school work."

"Mom, I'll be fine." I argued. This was completely unnecessary. I finished my dinner in silence as she lectured me and I made an attempt to tune her out. As soon as I finished I cleared my plate and went back to my room.

"It's amazing what you can hide, just by putting on a smile." I muttered to myself as I faced my mirror. Hey, That could make an awesome song lyric! I thought. I took out the notebook I had made over the summer for my song ideas and lyrics and wrote it down;

The mirror can lie

Doesn't show you what's inside

And it, it can tell you you're full of life

It's amazing what you can hide

Just by putting on a smile

I don't wanna be afraid

I wanna wake up feeling beautiful today

And know that I'm okay

Cause everyone's perfect in their usual way

So you see, I just wanna believe in me


"Hello?" I asked picking up the phone. It was the day before Mitchie was going to move to Somerville.

"Hey Taylor," Shane voice came. He sounded tired, was the label overworking him?

"Hey Shane. What's up?" I asked.

"The usual, tour planning, rehearsals and photo shoots." He told me. "The guys say hi."

"I say hi back. Mitchie's moving here tomorrow!" I burst. I couldn't contain my excitement. It was too good to be true that one of my best friends from camp was going to be moving here.

"That's awesome Taylor! Maybe I'll plan a visit to you guys on tour."

"Well you are coming to Boston, right?" I asked.

"Why, trying to swing tickets?" He teased.

"Possibly," I joked back. The conversation turned serious.

"How about we make a deal."

"I'm listening."

"I'll give you front row, backstage access tickets if…" He trailed off.

"If what? " I asked. Knowing Shane it was probably really ridiculous.


"If you sing Pyramid with me both night's we're there." He told me.

"Shane. There's no way. You're fans want to see you, not me." I told him. It was a huge audience and I wasn't sure I was ready for that yet.

"Sure you can. The fan's will love it! Come on. Please!" He begged, I could practically see his puppy dog pout on the other end.

"Shane. You're being stupid."

"No I'm not. Please lil sis!" That was the last straw. If there was any obligation to him for me to do this it was him calling me his sister.

"Urg! Fine. But don't expect me not to tell you, I told ya so, when I get booed offstage. And I have one condition if I get up there." I told him using me mischievous mind.

"Yes! What is your condition?" He asked happily.

"You have to get Mitchie to sing This Is Me with you." I told him, smirk on my face.

"You're on! I gotta go! Say hi to Mitchie for me tomorrow!" "Why? As far as I can tell, you've been texting her non-stop! But sure. Bye Shay!"

"Later Tayle!


I waited anxiously outside Mitchie's new house on Westwood Street which was the street next to me. She was practically going to be in my backyard. I was so excited to have one of my best friends moving to be near me! I began to bounce as I saw Connie's van turn the corner to Westwood. Mitchie was out of the car and hugging me before her mom even came to a full stop.

"Omigosh! I've missed you so much!" We both said excitedly as we broke apart.

"Jinx! You owe me a Coke!" I told her. "Preferably Diet."

"Okay. So! I really wanna check out the house! Care to join me?" Mitchie asked as Connie opened the front door. The downstairs was pretty awesome, it had a large kitchen with a connected dining room. Next to the dining room there was the living room, which was painted white and had a bay window and a fireplace. There was a bathroom downstairs and a master bedroom, which was where Connie and Steve would sleep.

Upstairs there was a large bedroom for Mitchie with a bathroom, and a guest bedroom.

"What room do you want?" Connie asked Mitchie. Mitchie pointed to the larger one but asked,

"Can we make the smaller one a music room?"

"I'll talk to your father about it," Connie said winking. "Now hurry up and choose some colors for the walls! I want to get you all set up before school starts in two weeks!" Mitchie made a scrunched up face towards me as Connie went downstairs. We sat on the floor of her new room.

"So how have you been?" She asked sticking paint samples up in random places on the wall.

"Pretty good. It isn't like you don't know that though. We've only been texting 24/7!" I joked.

"So, I have some news that I couldn't tell you over cell." Mitchie told me blushing slightly as she sat across from me.

"Ooh! Does it have anything to do with a certain boyfriend of yours?" I asked in a teasing voice making her blush an even deeper red.

"He isn't my boyfriend," Mitchie protested.

"Sure he isn't." I told her dryly with an eye roll.

"Whatever. Anyways. He called the other day."

"He does every day. I swear that he's programmed us into his routine." I jokes. "Anyways. He offered me the chance to sing with him onstage we n they come to Boston."

"Same here! You told him yes, right? I told him you would!" I gushed.

"Yes, I told Shane yes. I'm sorta nervous though. I've never really sang in front of a crowd. The only time I did was Final Jam and that was a small audience." She shared. Mitchie had always been insecure, but it suited her, even though she was totally wrong about half the things she thought about herself.

"You'll be brill! Promise!" I told her holding up my pinkie.

"So will you." She said, linking her pinkie with mine and making the most sacred promise of all, even to 15 year olds.


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