This is Me
Ohmigosh you guys. I love you so much. Almost as much as Shane loves Mitchie. Seriously. You guys are awesome.
Here we go. Oh snap. I need a disclaimer.
Disclaimer: (yay! I remembered!) I don't own Camp Rock or the characters. I wish I owned Kevin Jonas, but whatever.
Here we go!
Shane's eyes lit up. "Poster Shane needs to take a number. I think I have dibs on this one." He whispered, grinning. Mitchie gave him a look.
"Shane, I don't want to go all the way, you know that right?" He nodded. "I just want to be closer to you. I want...I don't know what I want. But I know you're involved." She explained, breathing unsteady. He nodded again, kissing her gently. She pulled away. "That's exactly what I'm talking about! We're so...gentle and whatever. I want you to not treat me like I'm fragile. I want...I don't know."
Shane smiled and pushed her down on the bed, kissing her more roughly this time. She smiled and breathed, "This is what I'm talking about." He grinned and ran his hands down her hips holding her in place. Mitchie tentatively opened her mouth, and Shane eagerly slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting and exploring.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked, breathing heavily. She nodded, pulling him back down on top of her. He smiled and kissed her again, running his hands over her stomach. Mitchie muttered something, and he gently slid her shirt up to rub her stomach. She gasped at his cold hands on her stomach, but relaxed as he began to kiss her neck again.
"Don't you dare give me a hickey." She breathed, and Shane chuckled, shaking his head but continuing. Mitchie gasped something that he didn't quite hear, but she drew him closer to her. Without breaking contact, he drew one of her legs up around his waist. Mitchie bit her lip and ran her hands through his hair, finally entwining them at the base of his neck.
"You smell really good, by the way." Shane murmured, lifting his head to look at her. Mitchie giggled and kissed him. "Thank God we're not in a canoe." He muttered as Mitchie flipped him and put a leg on either side of his hips. She giggled again and looked down at him.
"Your hair looks really good." She said, giggling. Shane laughed and tried to flatten it. "That didn't help. We'll have to fix it before we go downstairs. You look like you have sex hair." Mitchie laughed. Shane rolled his eyes and pulled her down to press his lips to hers.
"We should really be working on your hair." Mitchie breathed as he held her close to him. He shook his head, kissing her and entwining her tongue with his. She broke away for a minute. "I love kissing you." She stated, "but I can hear my mom coming up the stairs."
Shane's eyes widened. "We've gotta fix my hair!" He yelped, and Mitchie giggled.
"I tried to tell you that, but nooo, you'd rather pin me down and kiss me senseless. Not that I minded terribly." She threw a brush at him and he frantically started to brush it, glancing every now and then in her mirror, before flopping down on the bed and pretending to be asleep.
A knock at the door. "Mitchie? Sweetie? Are you awake?" Connie called, and Mitchie ran to the door.
"Sssh Mom! Shane's asleep!" Mitchie whispered, and Connie nodded.
"Well. Wake him up. Dinner's almost ready. Your father is on his way home, so you might want to warn him." Mitchie nodded and shut the door gently.
Shane picked up his head. "I get to meet your dad. Yippee." He twirled his finger in the air, and Mitchie giggled.
"He's not that bad. He's pretty cool, as long as you don't start kissing me at the table. Sucking up won't get you very far, but it's worth a shot. Talk about anything except the Chicago Bears. Other than that, you're good."
Shane was listening intently. "Wait. So I can't kiss you at the table?" Mitchie nodded. "Well then I guess I better do it now." He declared, pressing her down on the bed and kissed her deeply. Mitchie closed her eyes happily. She had a new favorite activity, she decided as she stood up.
"You're a better kisser than Poster Shane." She breathed, fixing her hair at her mirror. Shane grinned.
"I thought those were lip gloss stains." He teased, hugging her and playing idly with her hair. "You look great baby." He promised, kissing her forehead as she rose.
She smiled. "Let's go meet my dad." She said happily, entwining their fingers. Leading him down the hall, she heard the front door open. "He's home." She whispered, and Shane took a deep breath, before kissing her once more.
"Sorry. I figured I'm not going to be able to do that for at least a few hours." He explained and followed her down the stairs.
"Dad!" Mitchie cried, rushing forward to hug her father. "Daddy, this is Shane. Shane, this is my dad." She introduced then stepped back.
"You're the boy my little girl was singing with at that concert." Mr. Torres recognized and Shane nodded, extending his hand to her father.
"Yes sir. I'm also here to ask for permission to date your daughter." Shane requested as Mr. Torres shook his hand.
"Well. I can assume she said yes, given the fact that you're standing here." Mr. Torres stated and Shane nodded once more. "I don't really have a problem with that, assuming you treat her right...Shane?"
"Yes sir. But there's more actually. Maybe we could talk about this over the dinner your wife has prepared?" Shane asked, taking Mitchie's hand. Mr. Torres nodded and watched as his daughter led him into the dining room.
They had all sat down when Mitchie spoke. "Dad, Shane wants to record the song I sang at Final Jam. He and the rest of Connect 3 really like it. They're also asking me to tour with them over the summer." She said happily, squeezing Shane's hand under the table.
Connie smiled at looked at her husband. "They'll be supervised the whole time. And Mitchie's friend Peggy who won will be on the tour as well."
Mr. Torres looked thoughtful. "Well, I don't really see how I can say no to something like that." He stated, and smiled at his daughter. "I'm very proud of you Mitchie. This is a great opportunity for you, and I know you'll be responsible and mature about it."
Mitchie nodded, then took a deep breath. "May I be excused for a minute?" She asked. Connie nodded and watched as she ran from the table. Shane rose.
"I'm going to follow her. Excuse me." He followed her out of the room and into a closet. She buried her face in a coat and screamed. "What are you doing baby?" He asked, watching her scream into a jacket.
"He told me to be mature and responsible about it. So I'm squealing and celebrating in private." Mitchie explained, smiling at him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Private celebration, I like the sound of that." He whispered, and she giggled.
"Shane! So not where I was going with that !" Mitchie cried, laughing. He shrugged, kissing her softly.
"It was worth a shot. But now we've got the rest of summer for us to be together." He promised, hugging her. "Now let's go back to the table before your dad flings the closet door open and shoots me."
Mitchie giggled and they went back to the table together. Shane pulled her chair out and she sat down, looking at him appreciatively.
Dinner was soon finished, and Shane was taking her back up stairs. She giggled when he scooped her up in his arms, but grabbed onto his arm tightly as he started up the stairs. "Don't you dare drop me," she giggled, but her warning was serious. He looked down at her.
"Nahh. I like you too much to drop you. Now you have to go to sleep, we're packing tomorrow." She looked up at him.
"We're leaving tomorrow?" She asked, and he nodded. "I didn't realize it was that soon...that's not a problem or anything...but I just...wow. We're really going, aren't we?" She asked, giggling. Shane smiled down at her.
"I love you Mitchie." He murmured, watching as a slight blush spread across her face. "You don't have to say anything. I was just telling you. I don't expect you to be in love with me yet." He soothed, kissing her gently as he set her down on the bed.
"Spend the night with me?" She asked, and he paused.
"I don't know how your parents would like that, baby girl. But if I could, I definitely would. My heart hurts when I'm not with you." He admitted, and she shrugged.
"We could ask. It doesn't hurt to ask." Mitchie suggested, and he smiled.
"Okay. I'll go ask. You need to go to sleep babe. I'll be right back." Shane got off the bed and walked downstairs.
"Mrs. Torres? Mitchie was wondering if I could stay over tonight. I'd sleep anywhere you want me to, I think she just wants to know I'm here." Shane asked, and Connie smiled.
"Of course you can Shane. I trust you, so you can sleep in her room." Connie stated, smiling at him. He grinned.
"Thanks Mrs. Torres. Are you sure it's okay?" He asked once more. She nodded, smiling.
"Go ahead. We'll get you up in the morning. Good night Shane."
"Good night Mrs. Torres." He turned and went back upstairs. "Mitchie, your mom says I can stay." He murmured as he slid into bed with her. Her face lit up and she hugged him tightly.
"Good. I was thinking about how much you mean to me. And I really don't want to be without you for a while." Mitchie breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck. Shane smiled and slid his hands around her waist.
"We both need sleep baby girl." He murmured, kissing her cheek as she pressed herself against his body, yawning quietly. "Don't worry honey, I'll be right here." Shane soothed, rubbing her side gently. She smiled up at him and buried her face in his shoulder.
"Goodnight Shane," she sighed, stifling another yawn.
"Goodnight baby."
"Shane?" Mitchie asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes honey?"
"I love you."
Squeal! Each chapter is getting longer I think. Please tell me what you thought! The tour starts next. I'm kind of having intimacy block. With my HSM stories, I have absolutely no problem writing mature scenes...but when it comes to this, I'm blocked. Hopefully I'll be able to get around that, because you guys know it's gonna happen when they're on tour. And if you hadn't figured it out, well I just spoiled it for you.