Don't Forget
Ch. 7
AN 1: Here's chapter seven already! Maybe I shouldn't be updating this story so quickly, since the quick updates will more than likely not last after this story is finished, but I'm pretty excited about the feedback on this one, so I find it pretty hard to stop myself. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, followed, or favorited this story. It really means a lot to me. Remember, I own nothing.
Nightingale11: Haha the title really does say it all. And I decided that Mitchie would try to get back with Alex because it just seems in character for her. She's a very giving girl who cares a lot about other people, even if they really hurt her. Like how she was able to forgive and even be nice to Tess after all the crap that girl put her through at camp was kind of beyond me! Thank you for the wonderful comments.
MileyJakes: Your review totally made me smile! Thank you for the ideas...I have a pretty good idea of where this story is going, but your comments really made me think. If they don't end up in this story then I will definitely create another story with those thoughts in mind!
Demenaforever13: Thank you for the love on the chapters. It does mean a lot.
Now without any further delay, here's chapter seven of Don't Forget.
-One Month Later-
Alex's P.O.V.
I sat up on the high and windy edge of our terrace, back propped against the wall and one foot dangling over the side. Not for the first time, my thoughts turned to Mitchie; how she was doing, if she still remembered me, if she would want to remember me.
"You know," Justin's voice broke my train of thought. "If you sit like that, you could fall off the edge."
I turned my head, and not bothering to fake a smile, said, "I know." Truth be told, I didn't care. I didn't care about anything these days; not since I walked out of Mitchie's life. Why bother? The more I cared, the more I seemed to lose.
Justin came up to stand next to me. "Justin?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"How do you know? If you do something good, I mean." I turned to face him, asking the question that has floated to the top of my mind constantly since that night.
"Well," he said. "You get this warm feeling inside. In here," he patted his chest where his heart was.
I looked back out across the New York City skyline. "I thought I knew," I said a while later. "I thought I knew what it meant to love," I clarified, seeing Justin's what-are-you-talking-about look. "I thought it meant always wanting to be with that person, no matter what. I thought I loved Mason…maybe I did, but not the way I love Mitchie. I never wanted to be without her; I'd do anything to be with her," I looked at Justin, wondering if this was how he felt about Juliet. "Even after all this time, I can still feel her next to me, hear her laugh, see her out of the corner of my eye. But when I turn around, I'm alone."
"Alex," he said slowly, "you broke up with her a month ago. Ever since then you haven't been the same; you actually do your chores, and your schoolwork. You're a straight-A student. You don't argue with Mom and Dad, you don't pull pranks, and heaven forbid you look at another person romantically…don't you think that maybe it's time you moved on?"
I decided right then and there that there was no way Justin understood. "I only broke up with her because for once, I wanted to do the 'right' thing. I didn't want her career to end because of me. Mitchie made me want to be a better person," I explained. "'If you love someone, let them go,'" I quoted.
Justin gave me a half-smile and patted my back sympathetically. "Whatever happens," he said seriously, "I know you'll do the right thing." He turned and headed back inside, leaving me alone once again.
My phone beeped, telling me I had an incoming call. Sighing softly, and hoping it wasn't Harper checking on me from her grandmother's house again, I pulled out my phone. The screen read, "Mitchie", and I remembered, as if from a different life, Mitchie saying, "I don't call people unless it's really important." A thousand questions raced through my mind: where was she, was she okay, what was she doing? A little too eagerly, I unlocked my phone and accepted the call.
A male voice, decidedly not Mitchie's, rang through the other end of the receiver. "Hey, it's Shane. I know your phone said Mitchie, but I didn't have your number and I needed to talk to you."
"Shane? As in Shane Gray?" I asked. What could an international pop star want to do with me? "What do you want?" I asked, slightly less enthusiastic now that I realized it wasn't actually Mitchie.
"I know about you and Mitchie's relationship," he replied back. Great, I thought, just what I needed.
"So what?" I asked, harsher than I had intended.
Not two seconds later, he replied, "I don't know why you broke up with her, but I wanted you to know she's a mess. I haven't seen her smile once since we left New York. I told her she needed to be careful around you. You messed her over pretty good."
Hearing this, and remembering how torn Mitchie's face looked the last time I saw her, I snapped. "You have no idea what you're talking about. I love her; I always will. I just didn't want to mess up her career."
"Okay, that's what I thought. I saw how you looked at her." He replied.
"Then what was the point of what you just said?" I asked grumpily. Talk about a one-eighty on the guilt trip. Stupid pop star, I thought bitterly.
"I wanted to make sure you really cared," he responded simply.
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from saying something I would probably regret. "So cut to the chase, Shane. What do you want?"
"I'm worried about her. She's super depressed, and I think she might resort to something…drastic. Mitchie has had a problem with depression in the past." He said quietly. My breathing grew shallow as I heard this. I heard Shane talking again, and had to force my ears to stop ringing so I could pay attention to what he was saying. "Can you come down and talk to her? I think that getting some closure would really help. We're playing in University Park, Pennsylvania, at the Bryce Jordan Center in a day. I'll pay for airfare if you come talk to her."
I made the decision in less than a second. "Yeah," I said quickly. "How are you going to be able to take care of airfare though?" I added quizzically.
He scoffed lightly, causing me to roll my eyes despite the fact that he couldn't see me do so. "You forget who I am," he said with a laugh. "I'm Shane Gray. I purchase the ticket for you, you show up at the airport to pick it up, you get on the plane. Simple."
"Okay, superstar," I said sarcastically. "No need to insult my intelligence, I'll be there. Just text me the details of the flight."
"Good," he muttered. "I'll do that. Gotta go."
"Wait, Shane," I called, preventing him from hanging up. "I never really got what she saw in you," I admitted, exhaling noisily. "But now I do. You're a good friend. You took care of her when I didn't." As painful as it was to admit, I felt he had the right to know this.
"I did," he said simply. "But I'm no you. You're the only one who can make this right, Alex. If you fix what you've broken, then you and I will never have a problem again. I just want her to smile again." Before I could respond, I heard the dial tone, signalling our little chat was over.
I let out a small sigh before I slid off the balcony and dragged my hands through my hair. Move it, Russo, I thought to myself before I headed inside to pack an overnight bag. I scribbled a note for Justin and my parents to find when I didn't emerge from my room the next day, and quickly climbed down the fire escape located outside my window. It was time to actually make things right and go get my girl back.
AN 2: Well there it is...will Alex make it in time? Or will Mitchie end up doing something she regrets? And give it up for Shane, everybody! That summer at Camp Rock really changed him! Isn't he the greatest friend ever? Review please! Comments/thoughts/whatnot make for a happy Darklighter!
