A/N: Well, sorry about the fact that all of this is written in centered font, (except for this A/N, which is pretty weird because it was the only thing that stayed in the left side while the rest went to the center), but FF kept messing up and is refusing to allow me to put it the other way. Stupid FF :(. Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter, I'm "adding to the drama" *you'll see why I "" that at the end* and mostly digging a deep hole for Mitchie. Well, all we can do is hope that she either is good at climbing, or has a nice sized shovel in hand, ready to be tested to the ultimate limits :) Okay, I'll stop rambling and let you guys get on with the story. Why are you still reading my long, sucky A/N, anyways? lol. Enjoy & Review!
Disclaimer: Me? Own Camp Rock? Well, gee, thank you all! It's such an honor to own the one of the world's biggest phenomenons, but can I trade it for ownership for Demi Lovato??? lol, haha, well you all know this, but I was just joking. I don't - DON'T, people, so stop asking! - pwn Camp Rock... or Demi... *sigh*
"This is my life"
"You're coming?" Shane's surprised tone had my head snapping, partly because of the shock, but mostly because of what he'd just said. "When?" Trying to hold back a growl that was rising in my throat, I bit my lip to force the noise back into my throat and listened closely. Was it even possible for Melody to visit while we were on tour? "Well, of course I'm excited..." Shane threw a unexplainable look in my direction before lowering his tone of voice and stepping outside of the bus, closing the door firmly behind him. Dang, he must have seen me trying to listen to his conversation.
Anyway, more importantly.. Melody was coming? Great, just when Shane and I had finally started getting along, let's add to the drama. Let's add Shane's 'girlfriend', whom I don't know anything about but her name and already hate. Great, just great. I might as well go buy myself a coffin and get things over with, because I wasn't sure if I would be able to stick around and watch Shane and his girlfriend... interacting all day long - or, however long she was here for.
Before I could start plotting a way to escape, the bus door was flung open and Shane re-entered, looking slightly annoyed. However, I must have imagined it, because now he was smiling brightly, grinning from ear to ear.
"Melody's coming. She's flying in tomorrow morning, so we have to be at the airport to pick her up." Shane informed me. Wait, we? She was Shane's girlfriend, not my responsibility.
"We? Why do I have to come with you to pick your girlfriend up?" Shane probably didn't notice the way I spat the word girlfriend, but that wasn't very surprising. Shane wasn't very observant, ever, unless it was regarding his hair or the like.
"Because..." Shane broke off, running his hand through his hair and sighing, "I know you don't like her, but just give her a chance, alright? You haven't even met her, so don't judge her." My mouth dropped open at the words that shot out of Shane's mouth; I surely hadn't missed his hostile tone. Why was he taking his anger - whatever the cause of it was - out on me? I thought that we were finally getting along again. I guess that, once again, I had been wrong.
"Well fine then, but don't you dare judge my boyfriend!" The minute I shouted the words in Shane's direction, what I'd just said registered in my head, and my hand flew up to cover my mouth. What the heck had I just said? What was I, sixteen again? Seeing Shane's shocked look, though, I couldn't say that I wasn't pleased with the effect my words had had on him. Serves the little jerk right.
"You have a boyfriend? Oh, let me guess, his name is I'm-just-jealous-so-I'm-making-him-up." He smirked, covering over his surprise with a smirk, and I gaped at his words. Of course, that was kind of the case, but still... great, I dug myself into a big old pit. Forget a hole, it's just a endless pit I'll never be able to shovel my way out of. But now that I'd let my big mouth run away with me, I couldn't just end it now. Because then I'd lose to Shane and prove him right, and that I couldn't let happen.
"No. Psh." I retorted, thinking of names in my head as quickly as possible. AQAP, haha, I think I just created a new abbreviation! No, focus, Mitchie... umm... "His name is Phil!" I yelled, blurting out the first name that came to mind and quickly cursing myself again. Phil Colllins, my middle school crush... and once again, this deserves another "Great". Shane scoffed in my direction, crossing his arms.
"Please. If you were dating someone, Hot Tunes would have had a report on it." He replied, and once again, my thinking skills were pushed to their limits. Wait, let me think about what he'd just said...
"If Hot Tunes had a report on my boyfriend, how would you know, because you hate me? Why would you watch Hot Tunes' reports about me if you hate me?" I snapped back, feeling quite clever, if I do say so. Shane looked lost for a second, until he brought his head up and stared down at me.
"Suck it up, Torres, you get to meet Melody tomorrow." He smirked, leaving the room, and leaving me to gain a massive headache over what had just happened in the past half an hour.
Well, I think that I've just added to the drama.