Don't Forget

Ch. 4

AN 1: Well I felt so good about completing my ten-page essay that I thought I'd post another chapter. Thank you to the people who took the time to review, favorite, or follow this story so far. It really means a lot to me. This chapter is a little short, but I hope it is enjoyed nonetheless. Once again, I do not own anything except for the storyline.

Mitchie's P.O.V.

"Mitchie?" a voice pulled me from sleep. I rolled over, blinking blearily to see Alex's face swimming above mine.

"Wha…?" I said intelligibly.

Alex grinned. "Your mom let me in," she explained, answering my unasked question. "She said it was about time you got up anyways." She poked my side gently. "You ready for another fun-filled day a la Alex?"

That woke me up. I sat up suddenly, not taking into account how Alex was leaning over me. My forehead hit hers with a loud crack. Alex looked up at me, amused, from her new position on the floor. "We seem to just keep running into each other," she said jokingly.

"I'm sorry," I said, helping her up.

She laughed. "That's okay, you just hit my face."

I smacked her arm playfully. She brushed off her black skinny jeans, and I noticed what she was wearing for the first time that morning. She was wearing a white tank top under a black blazer with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows and a pair of suspenders that, completed with her jeans, made her look amazing. I had to admit, Alex could really pull of the unkempt, punk-rocker look.

"Just let me clean up and get dressed," I said, grabbing a change of clothes and heading towards the shower. After a quick shower, I slipped into a pair of skinny jeans and tossed on a grey v-neck t-shirt.

"Ready?"Alex asked, and offered me her arm. I stifled a giggle at how sweet and gentlemanly she was acting. I took her arm, not caring if anyone saw, and we were off.

We ended up walking in Central Park, laughing and talking about nothing in particular.

"So," I said. "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"

Alex paused, thinking. "Hmm…well, I couldn't tell you," she winked conspiratorially. "I've done a lot of 'crazy' things."

I laughed. "You're not fair."

She slipped her warm hand in mine, and I felt that now-familiar fuzzy feeling at her touch. "Come on, you know you love me anyways," she said easily, pulling me towards a bench.

"I do?" I asked, jokingly. She mock-glared at me and I laughed.

Suddenly, Alex turned to me, her face serious. "Mitchie?" she asked nervously.

"Hmm?" I found myself staring into her smoldering brown eyes, captivated by the depth and emotions playing in them.

She ran a hand through her hair, which I took as a rare display of anxiety. "I know this is probably gonna sound really, really weird, but…" she trailed off, took a deep breath, then started again. "I just…I feel like…I know you. You know? Like I've known you all my life instead of just two days."

My eyes widened. "I know," I agreed. "Everything is just so natural around you. I don't have to pretend, or hide who I really am when I'm with you."

She offered me a half-smile. "That's…great. That makes me feel better about asking what I'm about to," she paused again, then turned to face me, unconsciously reaching for my hand as she did so. "Will….will you be my girlfriend, Mitchie?"

My surprise must have shown on my face, because she let go of my hand quickly. "I mean, I understand if you don't, but I –"

I cut her off by pressing a finger to her lips. "Yes," I said simply. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Alex."

She smiled, a dazzling smile that made my heart melt, and brushed a few stray hairs out of my face before leaning in and capturing my lips in a short but meaningful first kiss.

"That was…wow," I said when the kiss had ended. She grinned, looking just as dazed as I felt. This was turning out to be the best week of my life, I reflected, before she kissed me again.

"So," a voice said as I entered the hotel. I turned to see Shane, the boy I thought I loved, once upon a time, walking towards me. "Who's the lucky person?" he asked easily. No, we weren't dating anymore; we both realized we were better as friends rather than as a couple.

"What are you talking about?" I returned.

"Come on, Mitchie, I know you well enough to recognize that love struck look on your face." He grinned. We began to walk down the hall towards my room. "Is it that girl you were with today? Alex, isn't that her name?"

"Yes," I admitted, wondering how he had guessed as well as how he would react.

"That's good," he said, causing me to whip my head around to look at him in surprise. He let out a light laugh. "What? If she makes you happy, then that's all that's important." He stopped and grabbed my arm, looking at my face intently. "Just be careful, okay? She looked like a heartbreaker to me."

AN 2: And Shane makes an official appearance. I really liked how much her changed over the course of the Camp Rock storyline, and wanted him to be Mitchie's rock in the craziness that has started to become her life once she started touring. So in this story he is pretty sweet. Sorry if that is a little weird, but it fits for what I had in mind. Anyways, reviews make me happy...so you should click that button :D. Thanks to anyone who's continued to read this.