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Important!: there are song lyrics in this chapter, Catch Me-Demi Lovato. Please read them, cause it relates a lot to Smitchie's relationship in this story.
disclaimer: i dont own any of the movies mentioned. i dont own Catch Me, and i dont own Camp Rock
Chapter Four- Wild Sides
"Wow, my dad would kill me if he knew I snuck you guys into his office," Mitchie said aloud, feeling a tad guilty.
"Well being rebellious sometimes is fun, adventurous, and I get a rush," Shane said, thinking about all the times he's done crazy things that's got him in trouble.
"Yeah, he would know," Nate whispered. Mitchie laughed nervously.
As for Jason, he was staring at the seal, mesmerized.
"I think my love of birds has become bigger," Jason said.
"Well, gee, that's just great," Shane said sarcastically, slapping his forehead and brought his hand down over his face.
"Wow, to think that JFK was standing in this very room," Nate said fascinated.
"Is that a type of bird?" Jason asked. Nate rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
"Guys, we should really move on to somewhere else. I really don't want to get in trouble," Mitchie said, feeling uneasy.
"Relax, Mitch, hang loose for once, chill," Shane said soothingly, swinging his arm around her shoulders.
"Hang loose, chill," Mitchie repeated the words, letting them sync into her head.
"How about we hang loose and chill anywhere else but here?" Mitchie suggested.
"Fine, but when you're old, uptight, and alone you'll regret not listening to me," Shane sighed disappointedly. Mitchie frowned.
She would never be alone, only a fool wouldn't ask her to marry him, Shane contradicted his statement in his head.
When they started walking out of the very important room, Mitchie noticed Shane's arm around her and coughed loudly. He got the hint, and removed his arm.
"So, where do you want to go next?" Mitchie asked, not sure where to take them.
"Oh, lots of places, but…is it…possible we can actually go inside Lincoln's Bedroom?" Nate asked.
"Sure," Mitchie said simply. Nate's jaw dropped and he started running around like a maniac.
"What's wrong with him?" Mitchie asked no one in particular; almost scared at how out of character Nate was acting.
"Oh, historical things bring out his wild side. One time we went to the Museum of Natural History in New York. Jason went to look at prehistoric birds. I leaned against a wall looking cool waiting for them to be done, because honestly I am not into that stuff, and Nate was spazzing. He ran around everywhere. He was so fast no one noticed he was Nate from Connect Three, and he was laughing crazily. It's probably one of the strangest things I've ever seen in my life, but to make things short. Nate is a history geek," Shane explained.
"Oh…so if birds bring out Jason's wild side and history brings out Nate's wild side, what brings out yours?" Mitchie asked curiously. Shane's eyes widened, his eye brows raised slightly, and his lips formed a cocky smirk. Seeing the look on Shane's face, Mitchie instantly regretted asking. Shane was about to say it, but Jason interjected.
"Trust me, Mitchie, you really, really, don't want to know, though, I'm sure you can figure it out," Jason said, knowingly. Jason almost sounded smart when he said that.
"Wait, where's Nate?" Mitchie asked, realizing he was gone, and looking for an excuse to escape the somewhat uncomfortable conversation.
"Nate? Where are you?!" Shane yelled, as it echoed through an empty hallway. Suddenly, they all started running forwards until they came to a grand staircase, where they saw Nate at the top ready to slide down the banister.
"Wow, I so wish I had a video camera, because he would never believe in a million years that he would do this," Shane said, laughing.
"He could get hurt!" Mitchie shouted, and then winced when Nate started crazily sliding down the banister smoothly.
"Jason, make sure he doesn't get hurt," Mitchie ordered. Jason went over to go help Nate.
"Well, that was a bad idea," Shane said curtly.
"What do you mean?" Mitchie asked innocently.
"You just sent an idiot to help out another idiot," Shane said in a 'duh' tone. Then the next thing they hear is Nate and Jason crashing on to the floor. Shane pointed to them as if he was saying 'see what I mean?'
"Nate, please, do that again!" Jason said. Apparently, Jason likes crashing into the ground, "Wait, on the second thought, I'll just slide down!"
"Oh, no, you won't," Shane said strictly, yanking his collar away from the staircase, and then letting go.
"Yes! I can't believe I slid down a banister at the White House!" Nate shouted, accomplishment flowing through him.
"Asshole," Shane muttered.
"Off to Lincoln's Bedroom, Mitchie!" Nate announced, grabbing Mitchie's wrist and dragging her to the famous bedroom.
"How do you know where it is?" Mitchie asked, surprised.
"Oh, please. I know this place like the back of my hand," Nate said, almost braggingly.
"Well…okay…that's a tiny bit creepy," Mitchie said, laughing. Jason and Shane were following closely behind them.
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Jason, Shane, and Mitchie headed up to Mitchie's bedroom, not even noticing that Nate wandered off yet again.
"Hey, what's this Mitchie?" Shane asked, picking up a notebook that read 'Mitchie's Songs'.Mitchie froze.
"Uh…uh…nothing," Mitchiesaidnervously, trying to snatch it out of his hands. He smirked, and read what was in it, lifting the book above his head so she couldn't reach it.
"You write songs?" Shane asked, surprised. It was a pleasant surprise, nonetheless.
"Yeah," Mitchie said shyly, looking at the floor, shifting from her heels to her toes," but they're not that good." '
"Really? I think they're great. Can you play one for me?" Shane asked.
"I don't think that's the best…" Mitchie trailed off, as Shane grabbed her acoustic guitar that he spotted in the room, handing it to her. They both sat on her bed.
As for Jason, he was standing on the balcony, listening to the birds tweet. He loves nature. He always goes outside to think about things. Jason thinking? Yup. It's shocking. What is he thinking about though?
"Please, Mitch?" Shane begged, putting on the puppy dog face. No girl would ever say 'no' to that. Mitchie couldn't even believe this, it all seemed so surreal. Just a week ago, she would never even imagine Shane Gray sitting in her bedroom, like they were old pals, begging her to play a song.
"Fine," Mitchie gave in, and started playing a rhythm. It was a new song she wrote just this week. A lot of it was actually about Shane, because she definitely could not get that kiss out of her brain, and thinking about it made her feel hatred towards him, but deep down she felt giddy.
"Before I fall too fast
Kiss me quick
But make it last
So I can see how badly this will hurt me
When you say good bye
Keep it sweet
Keep it slow
Let the future pass
And don't let go
But tonight I could fall to soon under this beautiful moonlight
But you're so hypnotizing
You've got me laughing while I sing
You've got me smiling in my sleep
And I can see this unraveling
Your love is where I'm falling
But please don't catch me
See this heart
Won't settle down
Like a child running scared from a clown
I'm terrified of what you'll do
My stomach screams just when I look at you
Run far away
So I can breath
Even though you're far from suffocating me
I can't set my hopes to high
Cause every hello ends with a goodbye
But you're so hypnotizing
You've got me laughing while I sing
You've got me smiling in my sleep
And I can see this unraveling
Your love is where I'm falling
But please don't catch me
So now you see
Why I'm scared
I can't open up my heart without a care
But here I go
It's what I feel
And for the first time in my life I know it's real
But you're so hypnotizing
You've got me laughing while I sing
You've get me smiling in my sleep
And I can see this unraveling
Your love is where I'm falling
So please don't catch me
If this is love please don't break me
I'm giving up
So just catch me."
When Mitchie finished singing, she looked up at Shane, and he was staring at her intently with his mouth agape.
"Well, I warned you it wasn't that good," Mitchie said insecurely.
"No! It was great, and you wrote it! You have an amazing voice, Mitchie," Shane spilled a bunch of compliments about a mile a minute.
"You think so?" Mitchie asked, shocked. She didn't think she was that good. Shane subconsiously gripped her hands.
"Definitely," Shane said encouragingly, then realized he was holding her hands and released them. He most certainly did not want to have more awkward moments, or maybe strangely enough he did.
"Whoever the guy is that you wrote it about is very lucky," Shane sighed, a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but Mitchie was too blind to notice it.
"Yeah...?" Mitchie said, trying to hide a smirk. It was almost as if she was having an inside joke with herself since Shane's the guy and he doesn't know it.
"Yeah. It's an amazing song, better than Nate, Jason, and I put together could write. You should pursue a singing career," Shane said honestly.
"Oh, I couldn't. My dad sort of had hopes on me being a doctor-lawyer-first human on mars-therapist-hardvard graduate," Mitchie said truthfull, though it was rather funny that her dad had high hopes in her being all those things.
"Holy hell, what are you? Some sort of super genius?" Shane asked jokingly.
"No, those are just my dad's dreams," Mitchie laughed bitterly.
"Well, you should go after your own dream, like singing," Shane smiled genuinely.
"I don't know how that would settle with my dad. I'm like a caged bird," Mitchie sighed, sadly. Jason popped his head through the glass door that connected her room to the balcony.
"I love bird similes!" Jason said enthusiastically, then closed the glass door again, resuming to his spot on the balcony.
"That guy is strange," Shane said shaking his head,"Oh, and that's what I meant on the phone. I don't have a lot of freedom either."
"What do you mean?" Mitchie asked, totally confused. She thought he could go gallavanting throughout any town he wants doing anything he wants.
"My record company; they change all the songs we write into some sort of pop funk! and they even have the nerve to change some of the lyrics!" Shane complained.
"Oh, I had no idea. I'm so sorry, Shane," Mitchie said comfortingly, putting her hand on his shoulder.
Maybe that's what Nate meant with the whole 'Shane has his reasons,'Mitchie thought. Shane started to feel completely vulnerable, and had to put a stop to it.
"Thanks, but I'm doing alright, for now, I guess. So...daddy doesn't let his little princess do anything fun?" Shane asked.
"I am so not his little princess! and no! I called my mom to tell her that you guys are here and she's fine with it, but if he knew you guys were here, he would flip...very overprotective dad," Mitchie said. That guilt flooding back to her.
"Hmm, I thought your dad liked us," Shane said, puzzled.
"He does, but not in my room with no supervision and the door closed!" Mitchieshouted. She started to feel overwhelmed with stress, she never does anything her father wouldn't approveof, and she knows for a fact he would not approve of this.
"Remember, relax, Mitchie, and there's a bunch of trained men here that could easily kick my ass if we were doing anything anyway," Shane reassured her. She could feel the red creeping up her cheecks.
Shane looked at his watch.
"Whoa, we've been here for a long while...where's Nate?" Shane asked.
"Oh, I thought he was up here with us," Mitchie asked, starting to grow worried.
Jeez, Mitchie, you're such a fool. What's going to happen to Nate in a big white house? It's a pretty safe place, Mitchie scolded herself.
Was Nate even up here at all? Shane asked himself. Shane got up off the bed and grabbed Jason to go looking for Nate in which seemed like a huge palace. Leaving Nate alone on historical grounds is probably the most craziest thing you could do.
They all stepped outside Mitchie's room.
"Hey, Greg! Hey...is that you, Nate?" Mitchie gasped. Shane's eyes widened. Nate was dressed head to toe in black, with shades, and an earpiece. He was standing with perfect posture, and absolutely no facial expression.
Jason broke down on the ground and grabbed Nate's leg.
"What did you do to him?!" Jason asked Greg, horrified. Nate shook Jason off his leg.
"Well, I was walking around looking at historical artifacts, and I came across a portrait of George Washington, my hero. And Greg was there, and he said, 'hey, Nate, come here. When your music career fails, you'll always have the security business to lean back on.' At first I was offended, but then I was like hey, when oppurtunity knocks, I must answer it, so here i am. Greg's training me to be a stealthy secret service man like him," Nate explained.
Mitchie clasped her hand around her mouth and muffled her laughter, and Shane just burst out laughing.
"Oh my-crap, that's freaking hilarious! Ha ha! Nate, you? a secret service man?" Shane clutched his stomach, and was about to roll on the floor from his hard laughter when Nate grabbed him and pinned him against the wall tightly, and then twisted his arm around and flipped him over on to his back.
"Was I awesome or what?" Nate asked, proud of his skills.
"Oh, yeah, real awesome. Crap," Shane choked out, and slowly got up. He was going to be extremely sore in the morning.
"Well done, N-dog," Greg and Nate bumped fist.
"Oh, it was nothing, G-man," Nate said modestly.
"You may have a future in this career," Greg said impressed.
"No, no, no. Nate's a musician, Greg, don't you change him," Mitchie said seriously.
"It's alright, Mitch. It's kind of fun, maybe one day I'll be just like Greg," Nate said. Oh, great, a role model for Nate.
"No, trust me. You do not want to be just like him," Mitchie said, taking his shoulders, and started to push him down the stairs to the front door.
"Mitchie, where are we going?" Nate asked confusedly.
"Yeah, Mitchie, where are you going? I'm sorry, pal, but you can't go anywhere without bringing me along," Greg said. He really did feel sorry. He doesn't know what it's like to always have to bring someone along on your plans, but had to follow his orders, and her mother strictly ordererd him this morning to keep an even more watchful eye on her.
"We're all going to see a movie," Mitchie cooperated with Greg, but let out an obnoxious groan.
"Fine, let's all go then," Greg said. Mitchie rolled her eye.
Psh, and I thought this was the land of the free, guess I was wrong,Mitchie thought.
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Mitchie, Shane, Jason, and Nate were all wearing hats and sunglasses as they entered the somewhat empty theater. Greg was just wearing casual clothes so he didn't stand out in a suit.
"I wanna see Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince!" Jason declared,"Harry does own an owl, Hedwig! An owl is a bird! How cool is that?"
"I wanna see The Time Traveler's Wife," Mitchie sighed dreamily, she loves a good romance.
"Oh, please," Shane snorted,"we're going to see G.I. Joe!"
"No, we're gonna see District 9!" Nate demanded.
Suddenly, they all broke out into a large argument.
"There is no way I'm going to see Harry Pot-Head!" Shane yelled loudly, causing them all to go silent. Mitchie giggled.
"Listen! We're all seeing District 9 and that's final," Greg said, closing the argument. Greg and Nate high-fived each other. All you could hear from the other three rowdy teenagers were 'fines'.
Nate smirked at them all.
Hell yeah, always befriend the guys in suits! Nate did a victory cheer in his head.
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They were all halfway into the movie, and surprisingly they were all enjoying it, except for Jason who doesn't get the concept about just about anything.
Shane was seated in between Mitchie and Nate, leaving Jason next to Nate, and Greg in a row of seats behind them.
Shane leaned in and did the ever so classic subtle yawn move where the guy puts his arm around the girl's shoulders. Shane almost did it with Mitchie barely noticing, she was way too captivated in the movie to notice anything, but Greg stopped Shane.
"Don't even think about it," Greg warned.
Oh, come on, it was just a friendly gesture.
"Jeez, Fine. I'll keep my hands to myself. All a guy does is yawn and suddenly he gets in tr-" Shane was cut off.
"SHHH! I'm trying to watch the movie!" Jason snapped. Shane rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms.
"Trying but not succeeding," Shane said under his breathe.
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I've always hated this part of the day, like when Daddy would have his stupid politician buddies over, which is all the time, it was always awkward. In fact, I think all 'Goodbyes' are awkward, Mitchie thought.
"So, you are you guys willing to stay in Virginia one more day?" Mitchie asked, hopeful.
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," Jason smiled.
"Corny," Shane fake-coughed.
"So I'll see you guys tomorrow," Mitchie stated.
"Yup, bye, Mitch, I had a really fun time," Nate said, squeezing her.
"Bye Bird Buddy," Jason choked her in large embrace.
"See ya...Mitchie," Shane waved, and then they hugged, really uncomfortably.
Then they were gone, with Mitchie closing the door behind them. She smiled up at the ceiling, while leaning against the closed door.
"I like that Nate kid. I wish I had a younger brother like him," Greg said.
"They're like the best guys in the world, well at least Nate and Jason are. Shane still needs some work," Mitchie said, giggling at all of Shane's sarcastic and hurtful remarks that he's said today, most directed towards Jason of course.
"Ugh, you're such a girl," Greg joked,"a girl that loves Shane Gray."
"I do not! You know what, you need a girlfriend so you can stop bugging me about everything," Mitchie smiled deviously, thinking of possible candidates to be his girlfriend.
"Don't have time for a girlfriend," Greg shrugged.
"Whatever you say," Mitchie sang. She started to walk off, but something came up in her mind.
"Greg, you know how my dad has basically planned out my whole job career?" Mitchie asked seriously.
"Yes..."
"Well, what if, I didn't want to be those things? What if I had my own dream?" Mitchie asked.
"Then tell him, your dad will understand...eventually," Greg said encouragingly.
"Thank you, Gregory," Mitchie thanked, and then hugged Greg.
"You're welcome," Greg smiled.
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Hilton Inn, Virginia
Nate and Jason were hanging out at Shane's hotel room. Shane was sprawled out on his bed, throwing a ball up in the air and catching it continuously.
"I think...I'm falling in love with Mitchie," Shane said rather quietly.
"Seriously, Shane? You've never ever said that about any other girl," Nate said matter-of-factly.
"I'm serious! We're so alike yet so unalike. It's weird, like we have so many things in common, yet we're so different at the same time," Shane said bewildered.
"What if she's not feeling the same way about you?" Nate asked.
"I don't know! I barely know how I feel about her! I'm afraid that I'll end up falling hard and she'll break my heart, and then I'll totally give up on girls, and fly solo my whole life. That's what girls do, stomp on your heart once you give it to them," Shane said.
"Ha, ha! He said fly...like a bird...get it...fly...bird...birds fly," Jason joked. He always found any figuritive, poetic thing comparing to anything about a bird simply hilarious.
"Shut up, dumbass, I'm really confused right now," Shane ordered, throwing his ball at Jason's head.
"Ow..." Jason choked out, rubbing his head.
"Mitchie couldn't hurt anyone," Nate said honestly,"she's like the nicest, most down to earth girl I've ever met."
"I know, but, the things that I'm feeling are so new to me," Shane complained.
"Eh, you get used to it," Nate said nonchalantly.
"Did you know Mitchie could sing?" Shane asked randomly.
"No, I didn't..." Nate said, wracking his brain for any mention of Mitchie and sang put together.
"She's amazing! She sang me this song she wrote. I could tell it was about a guy. Ugh, I knew I didn't have a chance wit her," Shane put his head in his hands.
Oh, really, well we do need an opening act, and if she's amazing then...hold on, gotta boost Shane's ego, Nate thought.
"Yes you do, man! You're Shane Gray! Show her the nicer side of you, the unshielded one tomorrow," Nate assured Shane.
"You're right! Okay, I will! Now, how do I do that?" Shane asked cluelessly.
"Ugh, we have a long way to go with you," Nate groaned. How did Shane become so clueless on how to be nice and vulnerable? did he really not remember how he used to act? He used to act like a great guy who didn't care if he opened up once in a while. He used to never feel like he had to overpower people or prove himself to everyone.
Now he does, but that is so going to change.
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