A/N: Sorry, I know most of you wanted a Naitlyn, but I just wasn't in the mood to write one. Sorry!! LOL also I want to thank you guys for your suggestions, but I just found out that songfics are against the TOS! Which is REALLY sad... (sigh). Anyway, thank you all for the reviews! soo... this story is my longest one-shot yet (over 3,000 words, YAY me!) and I think I'm proud of it. Sorry if the ending seems rushed. Okay, I'm gonna stop now. ENJOY!!
Pairing: Smitchie.
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
Beep, beep, beep…
With a groan, Mitchie rolled out of bed and knocked her alarm clock to the ground.
"Maybe that'll silence it for a while." She groaned, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
"Come on, Mitchie, breakfast is on the table!" Connie, Mitchie's mother, shouted from downstairs. Still half asleep, Mitchie hurriedly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went downstairs.
"Yum! Cheese omelets." Again, she thought, but still she gave her mother an appreciative smile. She really was in love with her mother's cooking, but it was kind of like the burgers… sometimes, things just got old. Not that she was complaining.
"What are you doing today?" Connie asked, smiling.
"I'm going to meet Shane at the park. We're going to spend as much time together as we can, since he's going to be leaving in a week. I mean, I kind of wish he wasn't on tour. It'd be so much easier and we'd be able to see each other so much more!" Mitchie sighed, shoving the omelets in her mouth.
"At least you get to see him." Connie pointed out.
"Yeah. At least I have him." Mitchie added with a bright smile.
"Now, hurry up dear, I wouldn't want you to be late."
"I won't, mom. I'm fine. Hey, is that the comics? Ooh, I love the Sunday comics!" Mitchie eagerly grabbed at the paper, and then she stopped, her fork half way to her mouth. She gave a little cry and dropped the fork, spilling the omelets all over her.
"Oh, Mitchie! Let me help you clean that up." Connie rushed over, but Mitchie's eyes were firmly glued to the page.
"Did you see this?" She asked in shock, pointing at the picture on the front of the page. Connie's eyes widened as she realized what it was. "I can't believe him!" Mitchie growled, tossing the paper to the floor.
"Well, honey, you should check with Shane to see if it's true. You know how the paparazzi are always trying to stir up trouble and jumping to the wrong conclusions."
"Yeah, but I bet it wasn't that hard. Look, there's another picture." Mitchie held her head in her hands as her mother picked the paper off of the floor, releasing a small gasp.
"Mitchie…"
"I'm going to talk to him." Mitchie cut her off before she could continue, dumping her plate into the sink and marching up to her room. Sure, she'd seen a bunch of articles before about Shane's 'girlfriends', but this one… they were kissing! She shook her head to clear her thoughts and began to get changed.
"Hey!" Shane greeted Mitchie as she walked up to him, giving him a weak smile.
"Hi." She replied awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.
"What's wrong?" He asked, lifting her head and staring at her.
"I saw the article." Mitchie nearly whispered, biting her lip. Shane continued to stare at her in confusion.
"What article?"
"The one about you and… Tess." Mitchie forced out, turning away from him abruptly.
"Mitchie… do you really think it's true? You should know by now you're the only one for me." Shane said softly, giving her a hug. Mitchie elbowed him, stepping away.
"Yeah. I saw the pictures too, Shane." She said harshly, staring at him with hurt in her eyes. "How could you?"
"The pictures?" Shane's eyes widened as he realized what Mitchie was talking about. "Wait, I can explain…" He began, but Mitchie just shook her head.
"I'm disappointed, Shane." She whispered before bolting.
"Mitchie!" Shane shouted, stumbling after her as she ran.
"No! Leave me alone!" Mitchie yelled back, tears streaming down her face. "Go and cry to her, I could care less!" She screamed, running faster.
"It's not true, Mitchie! Please, come back!"
"If it wasn't true, how do you explain the kiss?" Mitchie yelled, shaking her head. "Just go away. I'm sick of your mind games! Just get away from me!" With that, she bolted around the corner.
"Mitchie, please don't do this!" Shane shouted, chasing after her. But by the time he rounded the corner, she was already gone.
"Mitchie, what's wrong?" Caitlyn, Mitchie's best friend, asked as Mitchie sped through her door, sobbing.
"It's Shane. Did you see the news today?" Mitchie bit her lip, holding up the paper. On the front page was a picture of Shane and Tess hugging. "Read it!" She shoved the paper into Caitlyn's face, throwing herself down on Caitlyn's couch. "I can't believe I ever even believed a word that jerk said!" She punched the pillow blindly, a growl arising from her throat.
"Whoa. Please retract your claws away from my couch, yeah, thanks." Caitlyn said, glancing up at the paper for a second. Mitchie sighed and buried her face in the pillow. "Do you really believe this? Please, it's just a bunch of crap. Do you really think Shane would dump you for Tess?"
"But…" Mitchie lowered her eyes, staring at her fingernails to avoid Caitlyn's gaze. "Did you see the other picture? How do you explain that?" She pointed at the picture at the bottom of the page.
"You know Tess. Please, she probably did that on purpose. I would bet money that Shane didn't actually want to kiss her."
"Ugh! You're right, as always, Caitlyn. Thanks. I guess I'll go and talk to Shane." Sighing, Mitchie stood up and hugged her friend before going back to the park where she'd left Shane.
"Hey, Shane…" Mitchie trailed off in shock, gaping, at the sight before her. Tess had her arms around Shane's waist and was walking with him. Shane spun around when he heard Mitchie, who was standing with her eyes wide open. He jumped, pushing Tess away from him.
"I knew it!" Mitchie screamed, looking at him in disbelief. "You… how could you. And to think I was actually going to come back here and apologize!" She shook her head sadly, and then turned and fled. This time she wasn't coming back.
"Flight 676 is now boarding." The speaker announced, and Mitchie stood up, glancing out the window at the place she'd called home for the past 16 years. It was the last time she would ever see it. She was never going to come back, ever again. She was leaving, for good. She blinked back tears and handed the flight attendant her ticket, her eyes still glued to the window. This is goodbye, she thought, shaking yet forcing her legs to move. In a sort of horrified daze, she walked up the ramp. It's time for me to move on. I don't belong here.
"Miss? If you would please take your seat…" The flight attendant gave her a smile, pointing at the empty seat in front of her.
"Uhh… yeah. Sorry." Mitchie replied distractedly, returning the smile as brightly as she could manage, and sitting down. This is it. There's no going back now. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her legs were shaking, and she wasn't sure how she could even walk at this point. Stop it, Mitchie. She told herself sternly, this is what you want. She forced herself to stop fidgeting and instead stared out the window. The last time… she thought sadly, her shoulders still trembling.
"Please buckle your seat belts; we're getting ready for take off." The pilot commanded, and Mitchie bit her lip as she obeyed, tears threatening to overwhelm her. She heard the rumble of the plane's engine, and then felt it as it began to lift off of the ground.
The last time… echoed in her head as she stared out at the city, tears spilling down her cheeks, blurring her vision. She was leaving everything behind; her home, her friends… and Shane.
Three Years Later:
"Come on, get a life Caitlyn." Mitchie joked to her best friend, laughing.
"Oh shut up, Mitchie." Caitlyn replied, rolling her eyes. "Argh, I wish you'd gotten a better job!" She complained. "Come on, Crazy Smoothies' is like, lame."
"Hey!" Mitchie frowned, moving on to wipe down the next table. "It's not that bad, and it gives me good pay. You should be more supportive!"
"Okay, okay, you win!" Caitlyn held up her hands in mock surrender, and the girls laughed again.
"Wait… you don't even have a job!" Mitchie gaped at her friend, and Caitlyn turned red.
"I said you win!" She replied defensively after a minute. Mitchie shook her head, nearly red from laughing so hard.
"So, what do you wanna do after I get off?" Mitchie asked.
"I'll do whatever you want to. By the way, did you hear? Connect 3 is in town for a concert!" Mitchie dropped her pen and turned to face Caitlyn slowly.
"What did you say?" She asked in disbelief, staring at Caitlyn, who shrugged.
"Connect 3… is in… town." Caitlyn repeated slowly. Mitchie stomped her foot and plopped down at a table that was currently unoccupied. "I think we should go! I've been waiting to see Nate again! It's just not the same talking to him on the phone." She sighed dreamily, and Mitchie gently elbowed her friend.
"Do you hear yourself?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Right. Sorry. Anyway, we should totally go!"
"Uhh… why don't you go. I'll think I'll pass." Mitchie gave Caitlyn a weak smile, hoping her façade was working. It obviously didn't, because Caitlyn was staring at her.
"Please don't tell me you're still worried about Shane." She said, and it was more of a statement than a question. Mitchie hung her head, her cheeks flaming.
"I… I just finally stopped thinking about him, Caitlyn! Finally, I managed to get him out of my head; if I see him again, I'll have to go through all of that again."
"You're going to have to face him sooner or later, Mitchie."
"I choose later!" Mitchie replied quickly, jumping up and going to clean another table, hoping Caitlyn would leave her alone.
"Come on Mitchie, you can't keep running from your problems!"
"I never ran away from my problems, I just moved away from them."
"Mitchie!" Caitlyn yelled in exasperation, flicking her friend.
"I can't, Caitlyn. I'm sorry. If you want to go, it's okay, really." Mitchie turned her back so Caitlyn wouldn't see her tears. Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Mitchie, giving her a hug.
"Mitchie, new customers that need to be served." Ellen hissed, nudging Mitchie. Quickly, Mitchie wiped away her tears and put on a bright, phony smile.
"Hello, may I take your order?" She asked as cheerfully as she could.
"Umm… I'll have a vanilla smoothie, please."
"Anything pink! And I'm sure Shane will probably want a mint chocolate chip smoothie." Mitchie gasped slightly when she realized who was sitting in front of her.
"Jason?" She asked in surprise, watching Jason carefully lower his sunglasses, staring at her suspiciously.
"Yes…" He said slowly. "You're not gonna start screaming in my ear and try to marry me, are you?"
"No…" Mitchie replied, giggling. Same old Jason. "And Nate!"
"Okay… I'm sorry, do we know you?" Nate questioned, looking around to make sure that no one else had recognized them.
"I…" Mitchie trailed off, unsure of what to say. "Umm… no. I just… thought you looked familiar, that's all! I'll be right back with your orders!" She darted away, her heart racing. How would they react if they knew who she was?
"Caitlyn, help!" She pulled her friend aside frantically. "Their here!"
"Who?"
"Connect 3!"
"Oh wow! I can't believe it; I'm gonna go say hi to Nate!" Caitlyn shrieked happily. Before she could run over to them, however, Mitchie grabbed hold of her arm.
"No, wait, you can't!" She pleaded, holding her back.
"Why not?"
"Because… they didn't recognize me, and I want to keep it that way. If they see you…"
"Okay, fine." Caitlyn replied grumpily, sitting down and crossing her arms. "But you really owe me."
"Thank you!" Mitchie hugged Caitlyn happily, and then realized that Connect 3 was still waiting for their smoothies and hurried to make them.
"Here are your smoothies." Mitchie said, the fake smile still plastered to her face.
"Thanks! Yay, how did you know my favorite?" Jason asked, gleefully pulling the smoothie towards him. Mitchie stopped, thinking of an excuse.
"Uhh… lucky guess?" She threw out, shrugging.
"And here you go." She placed Shane's smoothie near him, careful not to glace at him. Before she could leave, however, his hand latched onto her wrist.
"Wait…"
"Umm… I'm really busy, sorry; maybe another time would be better…" She rushed, pulling away. Instead of letting go, Shane stood and spun her around, their eyes meeting. Mitchie froze, her heart pounding.
"Mitchie?" Shane breathed, staring at her in shock.
"No… sorry, I think you've got the wrong person, but I really have to go now, sorry!" Mitchie rambled nervously, stepping back. Shane just stared at her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Why did you leave?" He asked finally, and Mitchie knew she couldn't dodge her way out of this.
"Look, I really am busy, could we talk later? I get off in… five minutes."
"Will you promise me you won't run away again?" Staring up at him, Mitchie knew she wasn't able to run away.
"I promise." She replied, trying to calm herself.
"Mitchie, back to work!" Ellen yelled, pointing at a new group of customers that had walked in. Both Shane and Mitchie jumped, Mitchie giving Shane an apologetic smile. Shane reluctantly released her, still not taking his eyes off of her as he slowly sat back down at his table. Mitchie looked away, ducking her head, and hurried to serve the customers.
The clock hit three, and Mitchie knew that she had to face Shane. She slowly trudged over to the table where he was sitting. Nate and Jason had left to give them privacy, and Mitchie sat down across from him awkwardly, giving him a nervous smile.
"So…" She said, giving a small, nervous laugh.
"Why did you run away? You don't know how long I've been searching for you." Shane asked, and the atmosphere grew tense. "Why did you do it?"
"I…" Suddenly, her reasons seemed to stupid and petty, and she hung her head in shame. "I didn't think; I just wanted away from it all. I couldn't handle everything… with Tess, and all…"
"Mitchie…" Shane sighed. "How could you even think I would date Tess? Really, you knew how much I loved you."
"Loved? You've moved on, I can see." Mitchie was shaking, still trying to be strong and pretend like she didn't care, but she couldn't help a stray tear running down her face at Shane's words. They cut deep into her like a knife. "I don't even know what I'm doing here; I'll just leave." Mitchie stood and turned to leave, but Shane grabbed her arm.
"No! Mitchie, I've spent three years searching for you, you can't just walk away!"
"Why not? Your heart obviously belongs to someone else by now. I missed my chance, Shane, and there's no reason for me to stay here any longer."
"Listen to me." Shane commanded, pulling her around to face him. "There is no one else. I still do love you, and that will never change."
"Do you mean that?" Mitchie asked, the tears flowing freely now.
"Of course I do, Mitch. I wouldn't have been looking for you for this long if I didn't."
"But… what about you and Tess?"
"There never was any us, don't you realize? We never existed! I promise on my word as a rockstar."
"I thought you were a pop star." Mitchie replied, a sparkle in her eyes. Shane stared at her, befuddled.
"I thought you hated me." He admitted gently. Mitchie hesitated before throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
"I could never hate you." She whispered, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. "I can't believe how stupid I was."
"You're not stupid." Shane corrected, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment, feeling her relax against him.
"Yes I am. I overreacted, about nothing. I'm sorry." By now, she was sobbing, and Shane simply pulled her closer.
"You didn't know. I was the stupid one for letting you go."
"I hate to interrupt…" Nate cut in, giving them an apologetic smile and glancing at Mitchie worriedly, seeing her tear-stained face, "But our concert is at seven, and we need to rehearse."
"Will you come to the concert with us? Please?" Mitchie nodded, wiping her eyes for the second time that day. "Oh, but hang on. I have a surprise for you, Nate!" Mitchie giggled, bolting off. She returned a few moments later, Caitlyn on her heels.
"Caitlyn!" Nate yelled happily. Mitchie watched the two, smiling. Maybe this day would turn out all right.
"Here. You are in the first row." Shane handed Mitchie a ticket, "But be sure not to run when I'm not looking, okay?" Mitchie giggled.
"Okay." She agreed, grinning.
"But I'll be keeping watch, just in case. I'm not taking my eyes off of you for even a moment."
"I promise I won't go anywhere." Mitchie sighed, smacking Shane lightly. "You're such a worrywart!"
"Well, if you spent three years looking for someone, wouldn't you be too?" He asked seriously, and Mitchie's smile dropped.
"I guess. I'm really, really, really terribly sorry."
"It's all better now." Shane replied honestly. "Just as long as you're back in my arms again."
"I'll never leave." She promised, squeezing him tightly. She regretted running away more than anything.
"I've got to go on now, but I'll be watching." He winked at her, and Mitchie reluctantly pulled away and went to find her seat.
"Before this is over, there's one last song I would like to sing. I wrote it a long time ago, for a friend." He winked at Mitchie (again), and Mitchie felt excitement bubbling up inside of her. She had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be with Shane.
Standing in the rain,
Asking myself where this went wrong
I would give anything to take back what's said and done
Can this really be the end?
So now I cry myself to sleep,
Wishing this was all a bad dream,
Please wake me up,
I'm living a nightmare
This can't be real,
So wake me up baby,
Hold me and never let me go
Come back to me,
I'd give up anything to have you
Holdin' me again
I try to pick myself off of the ground,
But I can't seem to get you off my mind
I need you to…
Wake me up
So wake me up baby,
Hold me and never let me go
Come back to me,
I'd give up anything to have you
Holdin' me again
Hold me…
(Come back to me)
Hold onto me...
(Never let me go)
Hold me…
Stay here holdin' me
The last note rang in the air, and Shane turned to smile at Mitchie, who had tears running down her face. The crowd cheered around her, but Mitchie was only aware of Shane. He ran off stage, and Mitchie hurried to find him.
"That was beautiful, Shane." Mitchie cried, throwing her arms around him.
"It was nothing, really." Shane began, but Mitchie shook her head, cutting him off.
"It was amazing." She whispered, staring up at him. "My biggest regret was saying goodbye."
"Promise me you'll stay with me forever." Shane asked, holding her tightly.
"I promise." Mitchie smiled up at him, and reached up, kissing him.