Urgh I feel so ill, so here I am in bed with my laptop when I should be at school. Once again just like to say thanks for all of you lovely people who have read and reviewed. I've had 114 reviews, 50 alerts, 23 favourites and over 2000 hits in the space of 6 chapters! Amazing. I can't thank you enough.
A/N: Also thanks to all of you who answered my question about Mitchie POV and I've decided to leave it just as Shane for the foreseeable future. To all of those who have asked me to read their fics, I will promise, seeming as I have the day off I may read them today
So here it is the big 'truth is out' chapter, 114 at the moment, 130 till I update.
disclaimer: i do not own camp rock, but the writers of camp rock wish they owned my stories lol(full of myself much! haaa) apologies for typo's
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"I think I'm getting the hang of this whole remembering thing" Mitchie said as we exited the cinema.
I know what you're thinking. What has the cinema got to do with helping Mitchie retrieve her memory? Not a lot. It had been a month since the accident and it had surprised me just how much Mitchie has been able to take in from my endless tests, book making, trips, you name it we've done it. Yet the only thing she has remembered on her own without any aid from me whatsoever was random quotes from f.r.i.e.n.d.s, that's right, the sitcom.
"Mitchie why the hell did you ring me at 6am for me to come over, what couldnt wait til i dont know...9am!" i stood at her door, half asleep, my hair still dishevelled from another restless nights sleep.
"I remembered something!" my eyes widened, she remembered something? I smiled, as she continued grinning at me, obviously thrilled that she has finally rediscovered something
"Really?!" excitement evident in my voice "What?"
"Well you know that TV programme...friends?" i nodded, is that all, shes remembered a TV programme? Oh. "How you doinnnn?" she put on her best joey tribiani voice as i struggled to stiffle a laugh
"Is that what you remember? Joey Tribiani's famous chat up line?" she nodded enthusiastically "Anything else?"
"Nope"
thought as much, "So you made me drive all the way over here at..." i glanced at my phone "6:24am to tell me that you remember a TV programme"
she shurrged "Yep and to ask...How you doinnnnn?"
But the thing that surprised me the most was how close we had become. If you had sad to me a couple of months ago that I would consider Mitchie Torres as a close friend I would probably double over and laugh in your face but now...well now I can safely say that she's one of my most trusted friends.
Too bad that I can't say the same about myself.
"And you've reached that conclusion because you remember you liked plain popcorn and that you previously had an undeniable hatred for any film that stars Owen Wilson"
She nodded proudly causing me to laugh slightly "Yep, he's just not that funny"
I gasped faking shock "What?! That guy's amazingggggggggggggggg"
She patted me on the shoulder "Whatever floats your boat"
I rolled my eyes as i glanced at my watch noticing it was a little before 8 "Where to next m'lady?" I put on my best British accent which admittedly came off more Indian.
"Wow Shane" she breathed "Just wow... did anyone tell you that you suck at accents where were you supposedly from because I've never heard of a country that has an accent where their inhabitants sound like Australian Indians."
"Oh shut up Torres" I stuck my tongue out at her "seeming as you insulted me, I get to pick where we're going"
"And where's that Mr sensitivity?"
"The park"
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We walked through the near enough deserted park, the sun now setting behind the grey clouds that were looming in the distance.
She shivered, the cold air causing Goosebumps to appear on her skin, trust her to only wear a light sundress in the evening, Although I wasn't complaining, the teal sundress looked amazing on her. It was certainly a nice on the eyes.
I slipped off my leather jacket before slipping it over her shoulders "No Shane I'm fine, really"
I raised an eyebrow, not believing her "Really? And that's why you're shivering violently?
She rolled her eyes at me "Fine, I'm a little cold, but what about you?"
"Look can you stop trying to ruin my gentlemanly act of kindness"
She pouted "Oh but its so much fun"
It was my turn to roll my eyes, the one thing that got me the most about Mitchie was her sarcasm. It was like a love/hate thing, I hated it because she always managed to make me look like a complete ass, but then again I loved it because she kept me on my toes.
"I'm going to tell my mommy that you bully me" I laughed putting on my best child-like voice
"Well just wait until I tell the whole student body that you scream like a girl when watching horror movies" she looked satisfied as my expression fell
"You wouldn't." I warned, I was already considered a loser as it is, knowing that I have rather high pitched scream was not going to help matters.
She nodded " Oh but Mr Grey, I would"
"Do you really hate me that much?" I said sarcastically, sticking my bottom lip out slightly, showing her my best pout.
She stopped dead in her tracks as I watched as she opened her mouth, ready to reply to my comment closed it again,
"I-I-" she stopped mid sentence gasping slightly as if her breath had been caught in her throat. She raised her head which was currently focused on the ground, her eyes meeting mine before narrowing.
I grew immediately concerned as I noticed the blank expression across her face "Mitchie..." I said in a warning tone, cautious and concerned about her sudden silence. "Mitchie, what's wrong?" she backed away slightly. She shook her head violently as she took a few more steps away from me "Whatever it is Mitchie, tell me, I'll help" I strode towards her, not liking the sudden distance between us, but it wasn't until the next words left her mouth that I stopped.
"I-I remember" she breathed. I felt my heart abruptly stop in my chest as my head began to spin. Calm down Shane, it might not be what you think.
Stop being paranoid.
"Remember what?" I asked as casually and calmly as I could, hoping, praying she had remembered her childhood pets or something.
"You. It- it was you..." I felt tears begin to threaten the back of my eyes. I opened my mouth, desperately trying to speak, yet I couldn't. I couldn't form the words. Instead I stood completely still, the cool evening breeze throwing both our hair in different directions, my eyes never once leaving hers.
"I can't believe this" she exclaimed loudly "All of this was your fault...you, you pushed me!" I closed my eyes, preventing the now prominent tears from spilling down my cheeks. "Why?" she whispered, hurt evident in her voice.
I opened my eyes slowly to see she too was crying, a sight which practically destroyed me inside, and knowing that I was the cause just made me despise myself even more.
"I was going to tell you, I swear..." I started, my voice cracking with emotion several times. I was going to tell her, I was. I just needed to find the right moment... Oh god i' such a fuck up
She scoffed slightly at my statement
"When? It's been a freaking month since my 'accident'! You know I wondered why you had such an interest in helping me, but now it all makes sense. It was just your way of helping you sleep better at night. God, it was all an act" she ran her hands through her hair, pulling it in frustration.
"No!" I protested desperately "No, everything you've seen over the past month is all me, I swear...you've got to believe me" I was practically pleading with her
"Believe you? Now?" she scoffed again "Please!Why the hell would i believe me just for you to feed me more of your verbal crap"
"I was going to tell you Mitchie, please, I never meant to hurt you"
"Will you just shut up! I don't want to hear anymore of your lies!" she threw her hands in the air "Stupid,little,naive Mitchie Toress thinking that Shane Grey could be a rareity. The nice guy, but instead you just turn out to be the most common sort, a complete assface .I can't believe I let myself begin to fall for you" she practically shouted before throwing her hands over her mouth.
My eyes sprung open wide.
What?
"What?" I asked softly, there was no way I just heard what she said correctly, my mind was obviously deceiving me. The wind caused her hair to whip around her cheeks as it began to rain, the soft droplets, bouncing off the ground.
She removed her hands from her mouth, letting them fall to her side "I thought that you liked me, that you were doing all of this because you cared. And I fell for your charade, and hard. You never once mentioned our relationship before the accident, and whenever I asked, you would change the subject or miraculously faint."
I momentarily closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened my eyes this would all have been some sort of dream.
I did care, I do care, I care more than I want to. I wanted to vocalise everything, to defend my actions yet it would only make things worse. I had to tell her about what actually happened, about our past. I opened my mouth ready to explain yet I was cut off
"And then another possibility that ran through my head was that you were using me, that you were only in it for an easy pull. I mean after all you could tell me anything and I would have been putty in your hands. But you never tried it on, so I presumed that you weren't some sleaze...but this... god I feel so stupid!"
The rain began to fall harder, soaking us instantly as my t-shirt began to stick to my body, the mascara running freely down Mitchie's cheeks from a mixture of rain and tears.
"Mitchie, please , just let me explain..."
"No." she said bluntly, her voice more composed then it had been previously "You've had a month to explain. It's over Shane, whatever crusade you were on or whatever 'friendship' we supposedly had is over. Just do me a favour, if you even care about me in the slightest stay away, just stay out of my life."
And with that she turned on her heels sharply walking briskly away. "Mitchie, Mitchie Please!" I ran a few steps forward, shouting her name before stopping, watching helplessly as she disappeared from my sight "MITCHIE!"
Fuck my life.
My body began to jerk, not sure if it was due to the rain or the sobs escaping my lips, I had ruined everything.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I've just let the best thing that's happened to me, walk out of my life.
There you go, did you like it? Or was it shit? I'm ill that's my excuse haha. Please tell me what you think, and review. It would mean a lot to me seeming as this a landmark in the story. Also to those who are reading too good to be true I will update it, I don't know when but it'll be in the next couple of days
OH PAY ATTENTION: YOU MAY WONDER WHY SHE SUDDENLY REMEMBERED..REMEMBER CHAPTER 1 'DO YOU REALLY HATE ME THAT MUCH?' THEN SHANE SAID IT JUST THEN WHICH TRIGGED HER MEMORY. Don't laugh, shit idea I know.
SPOILERS: MORE ARGUING, REALISATIONS AND TRUST NATE TO TRY AND MAKE THINGS HUMOUROUS
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