Ok, I know it's been ages since I've updated and I'm really, really, really sorry! Thank's to those who stuck by this story even with my sucky updating. And to whoever i lost, sorry :/
Anyways, this is the final chapter to Sun and Moon. After this the story would follow the movie where Shane and Mitchie sing This Is Me/Gotta Find You and it ends all happy :) Except in this one Tess doesn't lie about her bracelet cuz lets face it, she's done enough with stealing Mitchie's song and the whole evil letter.
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Mitchie P.O.V
After what felt like hours of walking, or in Mitchie's case, limping, both she and Shane finally got back to camp. He had offered to carry her but she had vehemently denied, a blush creeping up her face every time.
"Mitchie you need to go to the nurse to see you about your ankle." Shane said for the third time.
She groaned in response, "It's not that bad Shane, plus all I want, need, is to take a nap."
Before she knew what was going on the floor disappeared from below her. Her eyes snapped to Shane's. He was carrying her bridal style away from her cabin and towards the nurses.
"Shane! Put me down!"
He shook his head, "You need to go to the nurse and if you won't go willingly then I'll just take you."
"Ugh, you can be so stubborn."
He laughed, "Look who's talking."
When they got the nurses cabin Shane placed her on the cot and stepped back to allow Jane to check out her ankle.
"It really is no big deal Jane. Shane was just overreacting." Mitchie said, trying her best to convince Jane to let her go. She was dying for a nap. Emotional overload wasn't an energy booster.
Shane rolled his eyes.
Jane smiled, "You can try to downplay it all you want but you're still hurt and from what I can tell it wasn't just a simple twist."
Mitchie saw Shane shoot her a look that was both reprimanding and said 'I told you so'. She ignored it.
"You're going to need to stay off this foot for a couple of weeks. After that I can check if it's completely healed." She continued. "Now, I'm gonna wrap it up to help keep it immobile and then give you a pair of crutches. Then you can go back to your cabin and rest. You look like you're in dire need of it."
Mitchie didn't like the idea of crutches and weeks of only necessary movement but she perked up at being told she could go sleep.
"Do I look that bad?" She questioned, suddenly a little self-conscious.
Jane laughed, "You look tired." She amended.
At the same time Shane said, "You look perfect." Causing Mitchie to blush.
Jane sent both of them a knowing look but thankfully said nothing.
"Thanks Jane." Mitchie said as she and Shane were leaving.
"No problem. Now remember, stay off that foot." She gave Mitchie a pointed look.
Mitchie laughed and nodded.
"I'll make sure she does." Shane said as he held the door open for Mitchie.
"Crutches always looked so fun when I was a kid and I could use both feet. This sucks though."
Shane chuckled. "Want me to carry you to your cabin. You look dead on your feet. Well, foot."
"Ha ha," She said, sticking her tongue out at him. "But no thanks, I can mana-"
Before she could finish Mitchie saw the floor rushing up to meet her. She closed her eyes waiting for impact but it never came. Instead she felt Shane's arm wrap around her waist, keeping her from hitting the floor.
"Thanks." She muttered, trying in vain to stop another blush from forming.
"My offer still stands." He said, "Unlike you."
"This isn't funny Shane." She said, hating her new found clumsiness. She fell every now and then and knocked things over but this was ridiculous.
"From where I am it is kinda funny. You could be half way to your cabin by now if you stopped being so stubborn. Plus, if you keep this up you're gonna end up getting even more hurt."
She sighed, knowing he had a point. And she could already imagine being snuggled up in her bed.
"Ok." She said, defeated.
Shane put a hand over his heart. "Don't look so heartbroken Mitch. Every girl in America would faint at the possibility of having me carrying them. You're hurting my ego here."
Mitchie couldn't help but smile. "Well I'm not every girl in America. I'm Mitchie. And your ego needs some bruising. It's getting so big, soon it'll be an entity of its own."
But still she pulled him closer to her and kissed him. He smiled and picked her up, walking to her cabin.
The next day Mitchie managed to get dressed without much incident. After her mom had blown a casket at seeing her only daughter with crutches she had helped her get ready.
"Mitchie, with your ankle this way I don't think you'll be helping out in the kitchen for a while." Her mom said, putting a steadying hand on Mitchie's shoulder as she wobbled to the door.
Mitchie groaned, "No mom. I promised I would help out. I know I might not be the greatest help but I'm sure there's something I can."
Her mom smiled down at her, "It's ok sweetheart, I can manage for a couple of weeks. What's important here is that you stay off that ankle and let it heal properly. Ok?"
Mitchie nodded. Sprained ankles officially sucked.
"Now get going to class before you're late."
"Ok mom, love you."
"Love you too sweetheart."
Mitchie made it safely down the cabin stairs and started going to class, then she realized it was hip-hop class. Won't be doing much dancing for a while, she thought bitterly.
Instead of going to class to do nothing and get stared at she decided to go by the lake. She might have gone to the kitchen but there she would be in the way and her mom had too many things to do.
She finally got to a part of the dark that was hidden by a couple trees and sat down. Getting anywhere with those crutches was proving to be difficult.
She leaned against a tree and stared out into the water. Where the camp was situated was beautiful. Mitchie let her mind wander to the last couple of days. Things had gone from really bad to bearable. Even though most of the camp was still mad at her, she was ok as long as she had her friends, her mom, and Shane. Shane. That brought a smile to her face.
"For someone with only a foot and a half you look pretty happy."
Mitchie looked up to see Shane smirking down at her. "Oh hey. " She smiled at him. "I didn't see you. Aren't you supposed to be in class? Teaching it?"
"Aren't you supposed to be in class too? The one I'm teaching? Should I be offended that you're skipping my class?"
Mitchie laughed, "Maybe... no, it's just that I can't really do any dancing with my, how did you put it? Oh yeah, foot and a half."
He chuckled, "Yeah I figured that which is why I convinced my uncle to let me off the hook for the day."
Her eyes widened a little, "You did that for me? Wasn't Brown mad?"
"Nah, he's just glad I'm thinking about someone other than myself for once and plus, I couldn't leave my girlfriend to fend for herself. You'd probably end up with a broken arm by the end of the day."
"Jerk." She muttered even as a blush appeared on her face.
He ignored that and sat down next to her. "So I've been thinking, you're going to enter final jam and sing one of your songs right?"
She shrugged, "I'm not sure, I think so. I was planning to sing 'This Is Me' but it's not done. There's something missing and I can't figure out what it is. Plus, I don't know if I'll be able to. I'm completely terrified of performing on stage."
"From what I heard it sounds pretty good and you have an amazing voice. But like I told you, I've been thinking, do you remember that song I sang to you the other day? 'Gotta Find You'?"
Mitchie nodded and couldn't help but smile because now she knew it had been about her.
"Well, when I wrote it I had your song in mind so with a little tweaking I think we can fit both songs together. That's if you don't mind. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking over your song. If you want to do that then you can sing it at Final Jam."
Mitchie smiled, instantly agreeing with him. Now that she thought about it, 'Gotta Find You' was the perfect piece to connect with her song.
"That sounds perfect! We can do that, but on one condition."
Shane's eyebrows drew together in confusion, "Ok, what condition?"
She smiled up at him, "You have to sing it with me. It is your song after all. We could make it a duet."
He smiled back at her, "I would love that. But I think Brown and everyone else might think it's unfair since I'm one of the judges and my band mates are judges too."
Her smile melted away, "Oh, I didn't know you guys were gonna be one of the judges. Yeah, I guess it would be unfair."
Then Mitchie got an idea and she smiled up at Shane again, "What if we tell Brown that we'll sing after the end of Final Jam? We'll still get to perform but since we won't be part of the competition then no one will have a problem with it."
"But Mitch, if you sang you could win. You have an amazing voice. It could be the step to you getting recognized in the music industry. I know a future in music what you want and this could be your chance."
She shook her head, "It is what I want but right now I just want to have fun and enjoy music. I'm glad to just have to opportunity to share with people my music and do what I love."
Suddenly Shane grabbed Mitchie and kissed her.
They pulled apart and Mitchie smiled, "What was the for?"
"You, Mitchie Torres, are amazing. And yes, I would love to sing at Final Jam with you."
THE END :)
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