Hey guys! Thanks for all the lovely reviews. Here's your second chapter, well, your first real one! I hope you guys like it. Please review!
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Oh, and in this story, Tess never finds out about Mitchie's secret. Plus, Nate and Jason are at camp. Just wanted to clear a few things up ;3
"Hey Shane," Mitchie greeted, smiling as she walked into the busy lunchroom of Camp Rock. She had just finished her morning class, a vocal class, with Brown. She sat down next to Shane, a tray of food in her hands. She blushed when his brown eyes met hers, and she felt a guilty pang in her stomach. She hated lying to them all. Only Caitlyn knew her secret.
She wanted to tell them her secret, she really did, but not yet. Maybe when she got to know them better. She wanted Shane to still like her after he found out she was poor, not famous. But Mitchie knew the longer she pretended, the more it would hurt him when she finally told him.
She tried to hold the smile, but it started to fall as she thought about how many times she had lied to him. Shane noticed this almost immediately, always being the sharp one (compared to Jason, anyway), and asked what was wrong.
"Nothing, Shane," Mitchie said forcefully, frowning a little, gaining glances from Nate, Jason, and Caitlyn, who all sat at the same table. Mitchie had soon abandoned Tess and her group; she hadn't stuck with them long. She hated singing backup. Mitchie had a good voice, she knew it, and she wanted to be her own person and sing. There was nothing wrong with that… Right?
Caitlyn smirked and nudged Shane. "That time of month," she said in a loud whisper with a wink. Shane blushed a deep shade of crimson while everyone else laughed. Mitchie herself was beet red and lost her train of thought, but she couldn't be mad at Caitlyn. She sent her a silent "thank you" with her eyes.
The group continued with comfortable chatter, while Mitchie ate in silence. No one questioned her hormones. They were smart enough to avoid upsetting a girl who was supposedly PMSing.
A few times Shane nudged her leg with his, which sent chills all down her body. She loved feeling his touch, and while they weren't "officially" anything yet, she hoped they would be in the future. Once he even grabbed her hand under the table, squeezed it, then let go. Shane knew how to be a gentleman at times.
"So, Mitchie, are you always this cranky when you're PMSing?" He asked, a smile flickering across his face. Mitchie always melted at that smile.
…This wasn't one of those times.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes along with Nate, while Jason, always the slow one, asked in a confused tone, "Wait, Mitchie's PMSing?" Apparently he hadn't caught on to the 'time of month' thing. Everyone at the table groaned, and Nate hit the back of Jason's head.
"Seriously, Jason? No." Nate said, shaking his head. Sometimes their friend could be a little bit… Blonde in the brain, you could say.
Jason looked hurt. He pouted and turned away, unhappy. He always took things too seriously. But that was Jason, and they loved him.
"Aww, Jason, Nate was kidding." Shane said, raising his eyebrows at Nate. "Weren'tcha, Nate?" He turned towards Nate and thumped him on the back of his head playfully. Suddenly everyone was scrambling to get away from Nate, who was trying to get to Shane, who was trying to get away from Nate and hide behind Jason. So, as you can imagine, people were shouting, food was flying…
And somehow Caitlyn pushed Nate, who fell into Mitchie, who fell on Shane's lap, who fell off the seat and somehow both Mitchie and Shane ended up on the floor, tangled together. Mitchie was lying on top of Shane, creating a very… Awkward picture.
Suddenly Jason burst out laughing, pointing and shouting, "Look at Mitchie!" in this very loud voice.
Of course, every one in the room looked at Mitchie and Shane. And of course they all laughed at their awkward position.
Mitchie, bright red, was pulled up by a laughing Caitlyn (who was trying not to laugh), who whispered in her ear, "A bit excited, huh?" This made Mitchie redder. She sat back down at the table and glared at everyone around her. Whoever started this was so going to die.
She didn't even realize she had said that out loud until Jason squealed, "Shane! Your girlfriend is going to eat me!" He hit behind Nate's bushy afro and peeked around his ear to see if Mitchie was still glowering at her. Which, of course, she was. Jason squeaked and stopped looking.
Nate pushed him away, rolling his eyes. "Dude, hide behind your own hair." He said, laughing and shaking his head. He didn't need people seeing Jason hiding behind his hair.
"He's not my boyfriend," Mitchie huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Aww, is someone embarrassed?" Shane said, pinching her cheek. Nate laughed and shook his head while smirking. Shane was just too much sometimes. It's like he never ever knew when to stop! Sometimes he was a total jerk, other times he was nice, and times like now, he was just plain embarrassing and irritating.
Mitchie stood up and grabbed her bag. "Later guys, I'm going to go change and get out of these food stained clothes. Whoever started this will be paying to clean them!" With that said (in a rather annoyed tone), she was out of the lunch room.
Jason frowned. "What did I do?" He asked, sounding befuddled as usual. Nate shook his head with a smile on his face, his signature thing whenever Jason said something unintelligent, which was almost always. Sooner or later Nate was going to get a crick in his neck.
"You made her mad and embarrassed her," Shane replied, chuckling. Caitlyn, not enjoying being stuck with the three idiotic boys, got up and left. She headed for her next class, hip hop with another instructor. She liked to get there 30 minutes early so she could stretch and get in the groove.
"Wait! Does this mean Mitchie won't make me a birdhouse?" Jason called after Caitlyn's retreating figure. He frowned further, feeling very unhappy. As you can tell, he wanted that birdhouse very much.
"I thought you wanted Shane to make you one?" Nate asked, in an 'idiot' kind of voice. Jason couldn't seem to get his names straight, apparently. That was nothing surprising. Nate was so tired of Jason asking Shane, so when he stopped Nate was very relieved. But apparently Jason hadn't given up his birdhouse dream.
"No," Jason replied, smiling. "After Shane said no,"
"For like the millionth time," Shane whispered, then Jason continued without even hearing Shane.
"I started asking Mitchie to make me one! It'll just be a few more days before she finally said yes." Jason smiled proudly, as if he had thought up the most ingenious idea ever. Maybe the dude wasn't so stupid after all. Because, he had obviously figured out that if he asked Mitchie long enough, while she wasn't PMSing of course (he didn't want his head bitten off), she would crack.
Shane sighed, shaking his head slowly (this seemed to be happening a lot lately to Nate and Shane). How they ever ended up with Jason in there band escaped his mind. Okay, maybe he did know. Jason was funny and light, and always made a dark, unhappy situation funny. Even when Shane was a jerk, not that long ago, Jason was still laughing and making up jokes. Some things never change.
Mitchie's Point Of View (POV)
I ran all the way to my cabin that I shared with Caitlyn, my cheeks burning. Jason was so blunt sometimes! So were all of them. They were all so outgoing, I was so… not. I was the shy girl they befriended. Why? Because Shane liked me? If Shane didn't know me, would they ignore me like everyone else?
Jason wouldn't, I thought, a small smile on my lips. He would walk up to me and say something about the birds, as if he thought I was interested in them.
I finally made it to the cabin, heart pounding and out of breath. I opened the door and stepped inside, closing it shut behind me. The darkness of the cabin engulfed me and the coolness of it against my skin felt nice. I pulled the thin drapes away from the windows and let the afternoon light flood in through the thin, untinted glass. I sat down on my bed, picking my guitar up off the comforter where I had left it this morning.
I pulled out my song book and looked at the lyrics I had written a few days ago. I strummed a few chords, and began to sing.
I glanced upon the ground today. I noticed something,
It followed me
Along the way, a figure of gray,
Impersonating every move I make.
For now we'll call it my shadow,
And it said, will you replace it,
So you'll be with me every where I go...
I thought a bit, picked up my pencil, and scratched down a few lines that sounded good in my mind. I thought about Shane, talking to me, whispering to me, laughing with me in the canoe. I thought of my running, trying to escape today. I sang the lyrics, trying out a tune.
Sentences of yours,
Running throughout my head,
Searching for a chance
To catch my breath,
"Hmm…" I murmured, thinking hard, biting my lip. What should come next? I glanced out the window, and another pang of guilt hit me hard. "A never ending dream…" I dreamed of being accepted, that's all I really wanted, well, all I had wanted for a while. Before I met Shane. I smiled, and suddenly the rest of it came to me.
A never-ending dream,
You'll become a part of me,
Day or night,
Dark or light you'll be,
Taking over that thing called my
Shadow
I smiled softly. I would love to have Shane as my shadow. He would follow me everywhere, wouldn't mind what I would do… He would just… Be there, for me. Always. And that's when the next part of my song came to me. What if he wouldn't always be there?
And what happens on the days, when
The clouds appear and fade away my shade.
Oh, that's our que babe.
We'll run away to a place where the sun
Always shines
I smiled. I liked that. I wrote that down, and scrunched up my nose trying to think of another few verses before the chorus. He was always there to hold me up… I felt stronger, more alive when I was with him. He made me feel more confident in myself, like I was more outgoing, like I was more than I always thought myself to be. I started to sing.
That not even time could erase,
You're my weakness babe but you give me
Strength, I need you,
I thought, what did I need him for? He was part of me, or at least I wanted him to be. I wanted him to be a part of me, to share in my happiness and whatever was to come… I laughed at my corniness but hey, I was allowed to have dreams right?
I need you like the blood in my veins.
I did, or at least I hoped I did. When I wasn't with Shane, I was… Unhappy, that's not really the word I'm looking for. Incomplete, maybe?
Sentences of yours,
Running throughout my head,
Searching for a chance
To catch my breath,
A never-ending dream,
You'll become a part of me,
Day or night, dark or light you'll be,
Taking over that thing called my
Shadow
Taking over that thing called my
Shadow
I smiled at my finished song, and sang it all over again, really getting into the music. I sang with my heart and with my soul, and the chords just came naturally. When I was finished, I sighed, smiled, and literally jumped when I heard applause. I gulped.
"Were you there the entire time?" I asked nervously.
"Enough to hear you talking about Shane."
Ooh, cliffy! Aren't I mean? Who could it be? I already have an idea, but give me your guess in your reviews! This means, I'm pretty much BEGGING you to review, lol. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, sorry if it was kind of short. Future chapters will hopefully be longer ;3 Oh, and let me know how you liked Jason. Did I make him funny enough? I tried to make all of the characters in character. Tell me how I did, please?
I hope to have the next chapter out by Wednesday, but as I have friends coming over both Monday and Tuesday, and I have stuff to do on Wednesday, I'll have to see how well that works out. But your reviews encourage me to write so much faster! So please please PLEASE review! I luff you all!
