Gotta Find You Again
A Obtenu De Vous Trouver Encore
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Camp Rock, the original characters from the movie, the songs that could be mentioned, or France.
Chapter Four
Mitchie groggily managed to pull herself off of her bed. She glanced at her clock and then at the room around her, groaning. It was only her second day here at camp, and she couldn't afford to be late for any of her classes. Dee had already taken up the hobby of keeping an eagle eye on Shane and her.
She pulled on the first outfit that her hands had managed to grasp in her closet and slipped a necklace into place. She walked briskly over to her door, only to have it flung back in her face by the wind. She quickly grabbed her jacket off of it's hook and walked outside to brave the air, shutting the door behind her.
She expected that the walk to the mess hall wouldn't be quite as bad today as long as she didn't have to talk to anyone. She wasn't sure if any of the words she attempted to say would come out as she meant them to.
"Hey," Mitchie turned around to see who the monotoned greeting had come from, and was surprised to see that it was Jason.
"Oh, hi," She wrinkled her brow. It must be impossible for anyone to be hyper at seven o'clock in the morning if Jason isn't, She thought to herself.
"You coming to practice today?" he asked, falling in step beside her.
"Yeah, of course," she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "Are you?"
"Yep. I've got to teach some guitar lessons." He was still completely monotoned. This had to be something to go into the record books.
"So where's Shane? Aren't you usually always with him?" Mitchie asked, making small talk. She wasn't used to talking to this new 'calm' side of Jason.
He seemed to tense, but simply managed to shrug it off. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen him all morning."
"Oh well... Okay. Thanks." Her last word was meant for both the information that he had given her and the door that he had just politely opened for her.
"You're welcome," he said, walking over to a group of his friends. A group that didn't consist of Shane.
She didn't even bother going through the lunch line. She spotted an empty space at the table she usually sat at, and made her way over to it, pushing through the teens that were grouped together.
"Hi," she muttered glumly, sitting across from Sander who was seated contently next to Ella.
"Hey," they answered in unison, with matching worried expressions.
"You don't look so good Mitchie. Are you alright?" Ella questioned, concerned.
"I'm fine," she answered, reaching across the table and stealing one of Sander's bacon strips.
"Hey!" he protested as she popped it into her mouth, "I was going to eat that!"
Mitchie ignored him and continued talking with Ella.
"Have you seen Shane this morning?" she asked, looking at her nails while trying to make it sound casual.
"Oh so that's why you're so down! Mitchie misses her Shaney-poo!" Ella voice level was nearly loud enough for the entire student body to hear.
Mitchie gave her the 'why-don't-you-just-answer-the-question-and-just-shut-up-about-it' glare.
"No, I haven't seen him today," Ella answered quickly.
"I have," Sander piped up, deciding to interrupt.
"Really?!" Mitchie instantly shot around to face him.
"And you say that you don't care," he smirked, laughing at the look on her face.
"Just tell me where you saw him already, dang it!" she snapped impatiently.
"Now, now, Miss Torres. Inside voice please," Sander teased.
"Tell me now or I will rip YOUR insides OUT," she warned dangerously. With the expression she had on her face, she was likely to be serious.
"He was headed toward the practice theater earlier this morning. Jeez!" Sander finally answered, laughing.
"Wow Mitchie! Since when do you have a single violent bone in your body?" Ella laughed along with Sander as Mitchie mumbled something under her breath and got up to leave the two in their laughing fit.
"Wait," Ella caught her by her arm, "Don't leave. You'll see him soon enough. You never spend time with us. And you know it."
Mitchie sighed and sat back in her spot. Why did they have to make her feel so guilty?
They heard a frantic stream of clapping and curiously turned to face it.
"Alright guys," Dee chirped, standing on a chair so everyone could see her, "I was just going to inform you all that we will be going on a hike in two days. Meaning not tomorrow, but the next day. Also, I will be giving another special announcement at dinner tomorrow night. So be here! No excuses! That is all!" She smiled and jumped off the chair, landing neatly.
"Well then," Sander said, setting his fork down and turning around, "This should be fun." He gave them both an enthusiastic smile.
"Maybe it will be," Mitchie nodded hopefully. "I guess it will be nice to have some real activities here for once."
"Yeah!" Ella squeaked, even more hyper than she had been before, "Plus we're getting something else tomorrow!"
"This will definitely turn out to be a great summer," Mitchie agreed, "I really can't wait to see Paris! I mean, we're in France so they have to take us, right?"
"They so should! It would be so amazingly romantic!" Ella gushed, starry eyed.
"Okay, girl talk," Sander interrupted them, not wanting to hear anymore of their rambling.
"Oh, go talk to Barry," Ella shooed him with her hand, "I really need to talk to Mitch anyway."
"Alright girl," Sander said, giving her a one armed hug as he stood, "I'll see you later. You too Mitchie," he added, walking off in the direction of his best friend.
"Aww!" Mitchie teased, poking Ella in her arm lightly. She just laughed and shrugged it off.
"So what happened with you and Shane yesterday? I've heard some different things here and there."
"You heard?" Mitchie blushed heavily. Ella nodded. Word sure got around that camp pretty fast.
"We were just kinda messing around in the practice theater. Then we went outside, talked, and ended up being busted by Dee," Mitchie kept it short, sweet, and to the point.
Ella pouted, "You're no fun to gossip with. You never tell me anything!" Ella stuck her tongue out at her. Mitchie couldn't help but laugh at her childish face.
Just as Mitchie finished, the bell for their hip-hop dance class rang shrilly. She and Ella composed themselves and silently got up to join the rest of their classmates to walk outside.
"Come on Mitchie," Ella whined, pulling on her forearm, "We have to run back to our cabins and get our hats. We're supposed to need them today."
"I've already got mine," Mitchie smiled, holding it up, "I'm going to go ahead and get to practice. I'll see you in a bit!" She yelled, already running in the direction of the theater. Ella simply shook her head and continued to walk around the lake. Of course Mitchie had already known to bring her hat.
Mitchie smirked to herself as she rounded the corner of the backside of the theater. She was very careful to avoid stepping on any leaves or sticks. If Shane wanted to be there early, then fine. She would just have to sneak up on him to be even. It was only fair, right?
As she neared the edge of the building, she paused. She heard the door creak open, allowing hushed voices to spill out of it. She quickly pressed herself to the wall, barely looking around the corner to see who had come out. There in front of her, stood Shane and a girl. Oh no he didn't.
The girl's hair was a light red brown color which was styled to be straight at the roots, but eventually fell onto her shoulders in perfect, long waves. Her skin was a very light color, but not quite porcelain. Mitchie could not see her face though.
She could hear more laughing and then a very tight, tense hug. One that had obviously been suggested by Shane.
Mitchie fingers dug into the wooden wall, ruining the nails that she had just painted. This boy was going to get an ear full whenever she was able to get to him.
They laughed once more and then the girl turned, waving as she made her way toward a car that looked much like the one that Tess Tyler had arrived in last year. So she wasn't staying for the rest of camp? That was odd.
It took Mitchie nearly two minutes to cool off and work up the courage to follow in after Shane.
She took one more deep breath and walked over to where Shane was hunched over a table, shuffling a stack of papers. Mitchie cleared her throat and stood there for a moment, waiting for him to answer her.
"Hey." Was Shane's only response. He didn't even bother to look up from what he was doing. Mitchie was losing what little patience she still had for him.
"Where have you been all morning?" she half asked, half growled.
"I've just been kind of busy." he shrugged, still not looking at her.
Yeah, busy hugging up on some chick! Mitchie thought, seething.
"And what have you been busy with?" Was her deliberately avoiding the question?
"Just stuff," he shrugged again, still shuffling the papers in his hands.
"What kind of stuff?" Mitchie continued to press the question.
He finally stood up, looking her in the eyes. A slight glint of anger flit through his light brown eyes.
"How is that any of your business, huh?"
Mitchie veered back, startled by his sudden defensiveness.
"Why are you being so secretive about it? Why can't you just tell me? You know I'll listen!" She countered, getting furious.
"Because maybe it's just something that I don't want to talk to you about! Maybe I want to keep something to myself for once!" he snapped, his face almost frightening it was so intense.
Tears were pooling on Mitchie eyes, but she continued to hold a strong face. Shane realized that he had hurt her, his expression becoming concerned. He began to rub her arm gently.
"Mitch, I.."
"Don't even bother," she said, shoving him away from her, "You don't want to talk to me, remember?"
The front door creaked open and the theater was suddenly flooded by the voices of the campers. Neither Shane nor Mitchie moved for a moment, keeping their eyes locked on each other. Hearing Ella call her name, Mitchie walked away without saying another word.
Mitchie's face must still have looked gloomy when she approached Ella, because she noticed right away.
"Oh Mitchie," she cooed, "Did something happen?"
"Yes," Mitchie wasn't in the mood to lie. "But I don't want to talk about it here. You can spend the night in my cabin tonight if you want. I'm sure Peggy would love some peace and quiet tonight."
Ella laughed, "I'm sure she would. But I won't be annoying. I promise."
"Okay," Mitchie looked at her and smiled, "I think I'll need some company anyway."
"Alright guys," Shane clapped once for attention, "We probably won't be doing much today, but I want you to work on this one move." He showed them a quick, easy step. the majority of the class was already able to do it.
"I need each of you to come up and get one of these papers," he held up the stack he had been shuffling earlier, "It just says that Camp Rock will not be responsible for any injuries and blah blah blah. It's unnecessary in my opinion, because there's no way I'll let anything happen to any of you." He set the papers on the stage and dismissed the class. He simply walked off afterward, leaving the door open.
"Alrighty then," Mitchie muttered to herself, "I just want to get this day over with."
She walked out if the building with the others, mentally preparing herself for the rest of her days.
Shane dropped into the chair at his desk. He had left without even attempting to apologize to Mitchie. Way-to-go, jerk. Why was she so mad? Had she seen him outside beforehand..?
He groaned and slammed his head onto the wooden desk. Yep, that had to be it. A knock came from his door.
"Hello, you have reached the utterly miserable and stupid Shane Gray," his voice was slightly muffled by his arms, "He is currently in a state of depression, so please do not return until you have a collection of screamo music for him to listen to. Thank you."
"Oh quit being such a drama queen," Brown muttered, shutting the door to the cabin behind him.
"You have no room to talk," Shane got up to face his uncle, jabbing a finger in his direction, "You're the one who got me into this crap!" he yelled.
"Crap? What did I ever do to you?" Brown asked, not wanting to put up with his moody nephew.
"That Noelle girl! I told you she would cause problems!" Shane answered forcefully. He was clearly frustrated.
"Psh," Brown rolled his eyes, "What could that girl possibly have done to you? It's only been one day."
"I don't think Mitchie likes her very much.." he mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
"Well of course she doesn't. I never said that she would."
"Wow Uncle B. You really are a great help," Shane sarcastically thanked him.
"Any day lad, any day," Brown slapped once on his back and walked out.
Shane fell back into his chair. He was absolutely doomed. Oh, wouldn't this be fun.
Mitchie managed to make it though the rest of her day without running into Shane at any point. Thank goodness. She would have no idea what to say to him.
She was currently sitting in the middle of her cabin floor, waiting on Ella. The girl was probably so hyped up by now that she couldn't stop bouncing long enough to walk.
Mitchie was lazily rolling a blue marble back and forth between the floorboards. She was about to roll it again, when her door flew open and her Asian friend darted inside. The sudden noise surprised Mitchie, causing her to send her marble flying across the room. It made a soft thud against the wall and then clattered innocuously to the floor.
"Whoopsie," Ella said, covering her mouth, "Was that my fault?" Mitchie laughed at her expression.
"No, it wasn't. I just over reacted," Mitchie shrugged, still smiling. Ella laughed with her. Her face suddenly turned serious.
"So..What did you need to tell me? What's wrong?" she was still standing in the doorway with her bag in her hand.
Mitchie's face immediately fell. "I saw Shane with a girl.." She frowned. "I know it shouldn't bother me because we aren't dating, but it really does."
"Oh Mitchie!" Ella chunked her bag on the ground and grabbed her friend in a death squeeze.
"That's not all of it," Mitchie sighed, "The next part only makes me feel worse."
"What could be worse than that?" Ella asked, pulling away to look at her friend's face. "He didn't go bragging about it or anything, did he?"
"No. It's because of what he wouldn't say. We sort of..had a fight."
"A fight?! You and Shane?" Ella obviously couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Mitchie proceeded to tell her about the words that they had exchanged during the fight, and his reaction to it.
"I'm sorry Mitch," Ella tried to comfort her, "Just don't let it get to you. I'm sure everything between you two will be worked out in two days tops."
"Thank you," Mitchie said, hugging her friend, "I know hearing me whine about my problems isn't the best type of sleepover that you've ever been to, but I really appreciate it."
"Anytime Mitchie. I'm always just next door. And you better keep me updated," she said, winking.
"Will do," Mitchie laughed. She glanced over at her clock. "Oh shoot. Brown won't want our lights on for much longer. Do you mind if I make a quick phone call?"
"Oh no. Go ahead! I'll start getting ready," Ella walked over to Mitchie's extra bed and pulled the comforter back.
Mitchie grabbed her cell phone and walked into the bathroom so that she could talk privately. She quickly dialed the number that she knew by heart. It took only a minute for someone to answer.
"Hello?" a laughing male voice greeted her. It definitely wasn't who she had been expecting.
"Nate?" she asked, surprised.
"Mitchie!" he said loudly, "How are you?"
She sighed, "Not so great. Currently mad at your butthole of a brother."
"You? And Shane? Mad at each other? This should be interesting." He did sound genuinely interested.
A female voice was suddenly screeching on the background.
"Give me the dang phone!" she ordered. Mitchie heard Nate whimper an "ouch." Well someone got slapped.
"Mitchie!" the girl yelled into the phone.
"Charlie!" Mitchie laughed back, "Why are you with Nate right now? I thought it was like five o'clock in the morning over in America."
"It is," Charlie said, her voice indifferent, "But we're in Cancun."
"Cancun? Why in the world are you there?" Mitchie asked. She had never said anything about going on vacation before.
"Well my family and the Grays didn't really have anything to do. So we decided to go on vacation."
"Talk about last minute planning!"
"Yeah," Charlie laughed. "So what did you call me for? I know this must be running up your phone bill like crazy."
"Well..I thought I might tell you that Shane and I aren't doing so great right now," Mitchie said slowly.
"Oh..I'm really sorry. What happened?" Charlie's voice was sympathetic.
Mitchie heard a knock on the outside door. "I have to go. I'll tell you later. Have fun!" She tried to sound cheerful.
"Okay. Good luck. Bye!" Mitchie hung up right after Charlie said those words.
Mitchie heard Brown's voice as he asked Ella where she was. Ella quickly covered for her, saying that she was in the bathroom. Brown must have felt awkward after hearing that, because he left immediately.
Mitchie opened the door soundlessly.
"Thanks for helping me with that. Even though what you said was true."
"You're welcome," Ella laughed, "His face was hilarious. You would have thought that he had actually seen you!"
Mitchie laughed. She could definitely picture that in her mind.
"Well let's get to bed," Mitchie yawned, "I have a feeling that tomorrow is going to be a long day."
"Okay," Ella agreed, already in her bed, "Goodnight Mitch."
"Night Ella," Mitchie whispered, turning off her lamp and surrounding them in darkness.
There's Chapter Four! I would like to mention one thing concerning Charlie. She is an OC character of my friend oOoSapphireHeartoOo and will be in her story. I know that many of you love Naitlyn, so I was just going to say that you may change the name to Caitlyn in your mind while you read if you want. I don't think it will effect the story line or anything.
Thanks to all who reviewed! Keep it up! The more I get, the happier I am. And the happier I am, the faster I write! :)