A/N: There really is no excuse for the lack of update. Yes, I am a bitch. I've been kind of busy with school, I could've updated? But I was lazy. So sorry, yes. I come upfront with it. No shitty excuses [;
I've had this chapter on my computer for about a week, but I was nervous to publish it cause my brother .. uh... kinda might know my account. My older brother.
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Camp Rock, the characters, or 'Wish We Were Older' - that belongs to Metro Station. I own another sleepy set of eyes, and my busted up iPod. Thanks oh-so-much, Ben.
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Chapter Three: Painful Memories, Fade Away from Me
Mitchie reached for the remote on the other side of the bed and turned on the TV. She let it play and wandered over to her closet. Time to pack, Oh joy.
She quickly sent an email to Brown a few days after the whole bicker with her dad. Humming the latest Katy Perry 'If You Can Afford Me' song, she pulled a couple modest outfits from her closet and folded them neatly, shoving them into her old duffel bag. Aaah, the memories.
Tess looked over at the little thing in disgust, as if it were a sick diseased dog covered with sores.
"This is all you brought? How do you fit all your clothes into there?"
Mitchie smiled nervously for a second before stuttering an answer. "Wel - Well I, I got rid of a bunch of stuff before I came .. yea.."
"And you kept this?" Tess pinched her nose as she picked up one of Mitchies favourite vests with the tips of her highly manicured nails.
"Well... it's from.."
Mitchie laughed quietly to herself, recalling how stupid she had been. Lying to hang out with that fake? Not one of her highest points in life. A soft noise came from the hallway outside her door. Mitchie froze and meekly called out, "Who is it?"
Another scuffle of footsteps. Mitchie mustered up all the courage inside of her and stepped forward kicking the door open. "WHO THE HELL --"
A familiar male groan erupted from under the door she kicked off it's hinges. "Hi Honey. I wanted to surprise you before you.. uhh.. left.."
"Oh, Hi dad." She reached for his hand and helped him to his feet.
"That was a beautiful exhibition of your uhh, self-defense skills. Maybe you are okay up here all by yourself." He smiled, trying to make up for the words he'd said that day.
"Well, that's what I've been trying to tell you the whole time." Mitchie snapped as she walked back into her room. She pre-occupied herself with more packing.
Mitchie felt her father behind her as he moved right beside her. "You know, I guess I haven't moved on."
"From what dad?" Mitchie inquired softly.
"From when you were younger, you were my Mitchie, my little baby, and you said were going to stay forever..." He mumbled, spontaneously turning around to hug her.
Mitchie felt her eyes sting with salt. Sure, the speech was absolutely cheesy, but it struck a chord inside her. "Geez dad, No need to get all melodramatic on me." She lightly chuckled trying to brighten up the serious atmosphere.
"Maybe I'm the drama queen of the family." He joked then stuck his hand in his pocket. He pulled out a small parcel and laid it on the bed. "I'll come back up to check on you."
She nodded and just like that, they were all cool and everything was forgiven. Their relationship wasn't very typical, Mitchie never touched deep topics with her dad. If something was bothering her, she'd let it go.
Mitchie resumed packing and folding clothes that were to be packed. She sat on the edge of the bed as soon as she thought she was done. Her bag lightly packed with conservative clothes and the essentials. She turned her head and her eyes made a once over the brown paper package her father left. She leaned over and her back felt the give of the spring mattress. Mitchie leaned over to pick up the package and smiled to herself, examining the scrap packaging from her fathers hardware store that he used to wrap the small gift. Her small nimble fingers slid into the crevices and the tape practically fell off. She braced herself emotionally yet again and pushed the paper off. It was a picture of her with the biggest smile on her face, she had been hugging her father tightly. She looked so happy in her 'Camp Rock' Tee-shirt. She hadn't smiled like that in awhile. She sprained her eyes to see the small date in the right hand corner, September 14 2007. That was when she was ...
Mitchie felt the sting of the tears once again as she practically knocked a lamp over on her way to the closet. She bent over to retrieve a small cardboard box buried in the back, she placed it on her bed and opened it. It smelt musty, old, untouched. The memories came flowing back as she pulled out each item. Her Camp Rock tee was folded and placed on top. On an impulse, she flung her shirt off and slipped into it. It was a little bit of a squeeze but it still fitted her well and hugged the curves she'd grown. She smiled and bent her head to examine the other items in the boxes. She pulled out another picture. A picture of a happy-looking girl and a grinning boy with slightly curled hair flung over to the side, both drenching wet in bathing gear. She slowly recalled that night.
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"Come on, Shnookie... It's just water, it won't hurt you." Mitchie called out from under the dock pleadingly.
"Mitchie! You know I can't. Nate brought my straightener back with him .. And trust me Mitch, You do not want to see how ugly I look when the hair gets crazy." He whined, kicking his foot flicking water at her face with his toe.
"Still, it must be an improvement." Mitchie teased, submerging herself in water.
"OUCH! Mitchie! Take that back! .. Mitchie?" No air bubbles. Shane turned around quickly at the crowd of people on the beach for the Beach Night Jam. Where the hell was she? He huffed as he stared out into the water. Suddenly, he felt a pair of forceful hands push him forward.
He gasped for air as he came back to the surface. He heard a mischievious giggle coming from above him. One familiar giggle. "MITCHIE!"
"Lighten up Shnookie." Her giggling ceased, grin still plastered on her face as she gracefully dived into the water.
"I'm going to get you for that ..." He threatened as he disappeared under the water.
Mitchie giggled. She felt two hands on her ankles. "SHANE!" She shrieked as she was pulled into the water. She kicked him roughly and pulled his hair as she submerged for air. "JERK!"
"Says the girl who pushed me in!" Shane retorted as he came up for air.
Mitchie was about to say something else when she eyed his locks, she swam closer and burst out into another fit of laughter. "Nice hair."
"Shut up." He stuck his toungue out and reached out for a lock of hers, pulling her in closer."Like yours is any better." He subconsciously sniffed it. She smelt like .. vanilla. It was actually kind of sexy. He lifted his head to find her staring at him, breathing raggedly, inches away.
That moment seemed to last forever, neither of them said anything, and the only sound that was heard was coming from the hoard of people that were on the beach. They were on the only two in the water, and for the moment, they were the only two in the world. Shane's hand crept up behind Mitchie's head to cup it and pull her closer.. closer.. closer...
"MITCHIE, SHANE! Come get your food!" A Mrs. Torres called from the beach.
The moment broke as Shane gulped and pulled away. Mitchie backed up. The two stared awkwardly at the ripples they left in the water. Mitchie sighed before staring up at him. Suddenly she grinned and attempted to lighten up the mood. "Race you back to the beach."
"Oh, It's on." Shane looked up and froze momentarily before putting his 'game face' on.
Both dove into the water and their limbs felt tingly from the event that just happened. Shane managed to pull forward and win though. He gave her a cocky smile he stepped out of the water. She glared at him and whipped her with the towel her mother had just provided.
"Both you guys go dry off.. but first, I need a picture!" Connie smiled as she whipped out a small camera from her pocket. "Mitchie, get closer to Shane."
Mitchie hesitantly put her arms around his bare chest. His skin felt like he was on fire and she swore she felt him give a slight shudder. She grinned at the camera and the flash went off.
Mitchie frowned and dismissed this picture. Too many pictures from the past. Her eyes fell upon the last item in the box and she felt a feeling lurch up from her stomach. A feeling of overwhelming sadness. And at this point, she couldn't hold it in anymore.
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"Do you wanna ditch, Mitch? Ha. I just rhymed." Shane leaned over to whisper in Mitchie's ear.
She shifted uncomfortably. But leaned over to reply. "Sure, this is lame, Shane. See, I can do it. too."
He smiled as reached for her hand. Together they stood up from the log and left, with everybody staring at them. They ignored the stares and the burning glare that was coming from Tess up on stage. Together they walked back to Shane's cabin. Mitchie kicked off her shoes and Shane collapsed onto a chair. "Lame and Shane don't even rhyme."
"Oh yes, they do. And you should know that, you write songs." Mitchie nodded over to the guitar in the corner.
Shane opened his mouth slowly then shut it. He opened it again. "Do you want to hear one?"
Mitchie shrugged. "Sure."
"It's kind of different. It's less guitar, more beats. Jason helped me with that. Surprisingly, he's a genius at computer percussion and yet, he doesn't know how to build himself a birdhouse."
" then." Mitchie smiled and sat herself on the edge of his bed. He moved over beside her with his laptop and opened the track.
"I wish we were older(x3)
Keep your body moving, girl
The beat is thumpin'
Go ahead and let them talk
Their words mean nothing
I know you're scared
But don't leave this place
Just turn around
And let me see your face
And now you're crying
And you hold me
And you whisper in my ear
Whoa-e, oh-we, oh-oh
Whoa-e, oh-we ,oh-oh
Whoa-e, oh-we, oh-oh
I wish we were older
Whoa-e, oh-we, oh-oh
Whoa-e, oh-we ,oh-oh
Whoa-e, oh-we, oh-oh
I wish we were older
Tonight we'll touch
And they won't know
I know you're dying
To take off your clothes
Just trust in me
I'll never run away
You kiss my lips
And you taste my pain
And while I'm pushing it, I'm moving
Somehow you manage to say... "
Shane came to an abrupt stop and glanced back up to meet Mitchie's eyes.
Her brows were both raised. "Well shnookie, that wasn't your normal cookie cutter junk. In fact, ya know, it seemed kind of.. " Her voice came into a husk whisper. "Sexual."
Shane stopped to stare at her in the eyes, Mitchie stared back at them.
And on an impulse, both teens pulled each other forward and began violently making out. Hair was getting sexed up and lips were hobsmacked against each other. Shane pulled away from her mouth to whisper into her ear. "You do not know how long I've wanted to do this."
MATURE THEME STARTS... NOW!
Mitchie giggled and rolled him over feeling for the edge of his plaid shirt. She fumbled around and slid her hands up, feeling his abs. Shane gave a slight moan, the contrast between his hot chest and her cold hands were too much.
This was NOT typical Mitchie. She was the good girl, the girl who volunteered to read to kids and never frowned at work when she was mad. But for once, she let it all out and Shane didn't seem to mind. She reached for each button and slowly undid each. When they were all off, she licked a line from his belly button to his neck. Shane's eyes widened. He smirked. "This side of you is really sexy."
"I know." Mitchie smiled as Shane pushed her over and straddled her legs. He slipped his hands under her shirt and up until he made his way to her chest. Her bra was simple, it had the clasp in the front instead of the back. He smiled as he heard the click. He quickly pulled his hands out and practically ripped her tank off her body. He bent down and took one of her breasts in his mouth, fondling the nipple with his toungue.
Mitchie let out a gutteral groan. "Omigod Shnookie... Holy shit.."
Shane lifted his head and moved to her mouth. "Why do you call me Shnookie?"
Mitchie closed her eyes and laughed. "Shane plus Cookie Cutter Popstar, equals Shnookie."
"Odd, but okay."
Mitchie giggled and pulled his face up to hers, kissing him once more before he stood up and struggled to pull off his ridiculously tight pants, followed by his boxers. She bent over to pull down her skirt and reluctantly peeled off her underwear.
Shane straddled her once more, positioning himself. He looked down at her, his eyes searching hers with such intensity. "Are you sure you're ready?"
Mitchie nodded, and he took his cue.
MATURE THEME ENDS... NOW!
Intense. H o t . Lustful. Rough. Love. S e x.
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Mitchie looked down at the item in her hands once more. With a bitter grunt, she threw them back into the box and curled herself in a ball on the bed, trying to erase in her mind what she had just seen. All she wanted were those small polka dotted pale green baby booties out of her mind.