Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock.
AN: My excuse, once again, for taking a while to update is LIFE. I am constantly out and about, taking advantage of living in one of the greatest cities in the country. And I am always doing something with friends. And then there's school. But winter break is coming up. So let's see how that goes.
Rizzo: To answer your question, it takes me a total of about 4-6 hours-ish to write a chapter. I really don't know. I never write them all in one sitting, and I get distracted by the internet a whole lot.
"Please don't be mad," Mitchie said in a pleading voice as Shane sunk onto the bed closest to him, a blank expression on his face.
He wouldn't−couldn't− look at Mitchie or Sam, so he put his head in his hands to avoid looking at anything.
At that moment, the cabin door opened and in walked Alex, hair wet.
"I feel so much better after that show−" she stopped when she saw Shane sitting on the bed. Her eyes widened. Her dirty clothes from earlier fell from her hand, landing soundlessly on the floor. "What's he doing here?" Her stomach felt hollow. She and Mitchie had just made up. Was Shane going to cause more problems?
"I didn't know he was coming," Mitchie explained quickly. "He just showed up."
Alex glanced at the musician, then back at Mitchie. "Does he know?"
Mitchie nodded. "Yeah, he knows."
Shane lifted his head from his hands, gazing at Alex. He immediately wondered who she was, and how she was affiliated with Mitchie. And why the hell had she tried to punch him earlier?
Alex returned his gaze with a hard stare. Shane was pretty sure if looks could kill, he'd be dead.
Sam whined and kicked his feet a little, signaling he wanted to be let down. When Mitchie didn't budge, he took his bottle from his mouth and threw it on the ground.
"Samuel," Mitchie scolded but bent down and set him on the ground anyway. She picked up his bottle and crossed the room to put it in his bag.
Sam stared at Shane and Shane stared back, the young man's eyes wide and scared. Sam took a small, curious step towards Shane. When it was apparent that the toddler was trying to go towards the pop star, Alex reached down and scooped him into her arms.
"No, Sammy!" she said.
Sam whimpered and started to cry. He didn't understand what he'd done wrong, or why his Mommies were fussing at him all of a sudden, but he sure didn't like it.
"Alex!" Mitchie said. "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Alex said instantly. She tried calming Sam by bouncing him, though it did little to sooth the toddler.
Mitchie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Can you just bring him to Caitlyn, please?"
Alex's eyes shifted to Shane, who was watching the interaction between the girlfriends curiously.
"No," Alex said, shaking her head quickly.
Mitchie grew frustrated at first, but when she caught Alex glancing at Shane, she understood. Alex didn't want to leave her alone with Shane, and she didn't want to be excluded. She didn't want to leave Mitchie's side.
"It's okay," she said quietly, the corners of her lips curling into a gentle smile.
Alex seemed to relax a little, but still held her ground.
"Do you want me to bring him?" Mitchie asked, taking a step closer to Alex and opening her arms for the baby.
The wizard nodded and placed Sam in his mother's waiting arms. Mitchie kissed the young boy's curly head, and he calmed a little.
"I'll be right back," she said to each of them. "Then I think we all need to have a talk."
Mitchie grabbed Sam's diaper bag from the corner near the door and left, anxious to get back. She strode quickly, the toddler bouncing on her hip as she made her way across the dark camp. Caitlyn's cabin was only a few down, but it was still a long walk.
Sam sniffled and buried his head in his mother's shoulder. Mitchie instantly felt guilty.
"Oh, Sam," she cooed softly, stopping and hugging her son to her. "I'm so sorry. Since we've gotten here all Mama and I have done is fought and sent you off to Nanny Caitlyn's cabin." She rubbed his back in a gentle circular motion, like she did when he woke in the middle of the night from a bad dream. It always soothed him. "Don't worry, Sam. We won't be here much longer."
Caitlyn answered the door in her pajamas.
"What happened this time?" she asked immediately upon seeing Sam's bag. This obviously wasn't just a visit.
"Shane showed up at my cabin," Mitchie asked, handing over Sam's bag but holding onto her son a bit longer. "He and Alex are there right now. Within not even a minute of them being in the same room together, it got so tense that Sam started to cry."
Caitlyn sighed as she tossed Sam's bag on the bed. "What should I tell Lola if she gets back before you get Sam?"
"Lola?" Mitchie's brow furrowed.
"Yeah, we're sharing a cabin."
"Well where is she?" Mitchie peeked around Caitlyn to see that the cabin was empty except for her best friend.
"Some of the other workers went for a night swim," Caitlyn explained. "I didn't want to go because God only knows what you and Alex did in that water when you went swimming this afternoon." She crossed her arms with a suggestive smile and wiggled her eyebrows.
"We did nothing in the water!" Mitchie said, thankful it was too dark for Caitlyn to see her blush. "And whatever, just tell Lola the truth: that you're watching my son while I take care of something. Now would you please take Sam so I can go stop my girlfriend from killing his father?"
Caitlyn's eyes widened. "You left them alone?"
Mitchie nodded as she handed over Sam. Caitlyn took him.
"Oh God, Mitchie," Caitlyn said. "Run."
Mitchie nodded and leaned over to place a quick kiss atop Sam's head before turning and heading off in the other direction quickly.
"Ow!"
Mitchie went from jogging to full-out sprinting when she got within earshot of her cabin and heard Shane scream out in pain.
Upon throwing open the cabin door she saw Shane clutching his shoulder and Alex standing about a foot from him trying her best to look innocent.
"What did you do?" she demanded of Shane.
Shane looked shocked. "Me? I'm the one who got punched! Ask her!" He pointed towards Alex.
Mitchie shook her head. "You must have done something. Alex doesn't strike unless provoked."
"Wanna bet?" Shane glared at the girl he claimed had stricken him.
Mitchie shifted her eyes to her girlfriend. "Alex…"
"Yes?" Alex asked in an even voice.
"Did you hit Shane?"
Alex nodded. "Yes, I did."
I'm dealing with children and Sam isn't even here, Mitchie thought with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"And why did you do this?"
Alex shrugged. "Why not?"
Mitchie snorted and tried to hide her smile behind her hand for Shane's sake, but he caught it. He sat there, dumbstruck. What had he ever done to this Alex girl?
"Honey, you can't hit Shane just because you feel like it," Mitchie said, placing her uninjured hand on Alex's shoulder.
"But it felt so… good." She narrowed her eyes and gave Shane an evil smile. He visibly gulped and shrunk away from the girl.
"I know, I know." Mitchie moved her hand from Alex's shoulder to her cheek and rubbed it gently. "But we mustn't hurt Shane…Too much."
"What the hell is going on?"
Alex and Mitchie turned to see Shane staring at them with wide eyes, clearly confused.
Mitchie looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"You two." He pointed at them. "You're all over each other!"
"She barely touched me," Alex snapped.
"Can we stay on the topic of Sam, please?" Mitchie asked, trying to get back on subject.
"Yeah, Shane." Alex glared at him.
Shane shook his head and sighed. "Sure, I guess."
"Get off my bed," Alex snapped at Shane again. "I want to sit there, get off."
She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him from the mattress. She tossed him to the side and sat there herself, crossing her legs.
"Mitchie, sit beside me," she ordered, patting the spot next to her.
Mitchie didn't like being bossed around, but she understood that Alex was getting territorial. And as childish and embarrassing as it could be, she had to admit that it was pretty damn adorable. So, she sat beside her girlfriend with no argument.
"Where I am supposed to sit?" Shane asked.
"On the floor," was Alex's blunt answer.
"What is your fucking problem?" Shane demanded. "It's not like I did anything to you."
"You wanna know what my fucking problem is?" Alex puffed out her chest, like a rooster getting ready for a cock fight.
"Yeah, I fucking do!"
"Guys!" Mitchie interrupted. "Save this bullshit for later! We're talking about Sam now! So Shane, sit on the goddamn floor!"
Shane blinked at her. "Did you just say 'goddamn?'"
"Yes, I did, now fucking do it," Mitchie ordered, pointing to the floor. "You're pissing me off."
Shane sank to the ground, staring at Mitchie. This certainly wasn't the girl he'd met two summers before.
"Now, about Samuel…" Mitchie drew in a breath. "As I said earlier, yes, Shane, he is your son. Any questions?"
Shane shook his head, getting over his shock of Mitchie cursing at him. "Yeah, actually, I do," Shane said angrily. "Like why the fuck didn't you tell me?"
"I tried to call you the very next morning after we slept together!" Mitchie defended. "You'd already had your number disconnected!"
"My manager did that!" He pointed at her.
"You couldn't call me from your new one?" Mitchie accused, looking at him harshly.
Shane averted his eyes. "You still could have told me," he mumbled.
"Would you have even cared?" Alex jumped in. "You didn't care enough to wear a condom, or to check on her afterwards. Why would she have believed you'd care you have a child?"
"I usually pull out," Shane said, his cheeks red. "But I'd had a little to drink…"
"And I'd had a lot to drink." Mitchie said. "Punch. Punch that you yourself spiked, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did," Shane admitted slowly.
"And then you swore it couldn't have been spiked." Mitchie balled her hands into fists, causing her right to flare with pain.
"It's not my fault you couldn't figure it out," Shane said defensively. "I mean, you couldn't taste it?"
"I'd never drank before!" Mitchie shouted. Now tears came to her eyes. "I wanted to believe you."
Alex draped her arm over Mitchie's shoulder. Mitchie leaned her head on Alex's, burying her face in her neck.
"Look what you've done," Alex said to Shane. "Imagine this, only ten times worse. Every single night. That was her life for months." She narrowed her eyes at the boy while stroking Mitchie's hair. "Are you fucking proud of yourself?"
Shane looked upon Mitchie, her face buried in Alex's neck and her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. He'd only ever known Mitchie to be sweet and caring. He'd seen her hurt before, and even been partially the cause of it. But this was different. Now she was broken. And it was all on him.
"I…" Shane swallowed. "I have to go."
He stood up quickly, looking away from Mitchie. He couldn't bear to take in the sight of the crying girl any longer. He dashed from the cabin, the door swinging shut behind him.
Alex's blood boiled to see Shane flee like that. If she hadn't hated him before, she surely did now. Once again, he was running away from the mess he'd made. Only last time he didn't know the amount of shit he caused. This time he was looking it right in the face, and still running.
And here Alex was again, cleaning up Shane's mess, just like always.
She rubbed Mitchie's shoulder gently and attempted to stand. "I'll go get Sam."
"No!" Mitchie clung to Alex tighter, holding her in place and keeping her on the bed. "Please don't leave me."
Alex put her arms around Mitchie again, pulling her close.
"Okay, I won't leave you," she said softly, stroking Mitchie's hair again. "I won't leave you. Never, Baby. Never…"
"I hate him," Mitchie sobbed into Alex's shoulder. "I hate him so much."
Alex felt Mitchie's body shake against hers as her tears wet her neck. She never thought about it before, but Mitchie couldn't have been the only girl Shane had done this to. He was too experienced at it. Maybe she was the first one he'd impregnated, but there was no way Mitchie was the first girl he'd ever manipulated.
She pictured other girls sobbing, just like Mitchie was now, and all because of Shane. Only they didn't have anyone to cling to, just like Mitchie didn't at the beginning. She saw, vividly, Mitchie crying all alone, curled into herself. She could clearly see the agony on that beautiful face. And deep in her heart, Alex knew there were at least a dozen other girls who suffered from Shane's abandonment. And it made her sick.
"I hate him too," Alex said quietly, near tears herself. Not just for Mitchie, or her, or Sam. And not even for just Shane's girls. But for all the girls out there who this had ever happened to. Because no one deserved this.
Nate looked up from the notebook in front of him. All ideas he had for the song he was working on fled his head as Shane burst through the door, his eyes wild.
Before Nate could ask what was going on, Shane advanced on him, grabbed him by the shoulders, and started shaking him.
"HELP ME!" Shane yelled in Nate's face.
Nate remained calm, simply staring at the older boy standing above him. "Let go of me, please."
Shane released Nate's shoulders, letting his hands hang limply by his sides.
"Now back up," Nate said, commenting on how close Shane was to him.
Shane shuffled backwards.
"Now." Nate placed his guitar in the stand by his chair. "What do you need my help with?"
"I talked to Mitchie," Shane said. "It's my baby."
Nate stared at Shane, his expression unreadable. He stood slowly, never breaking eye contact with his band mate. Then, suddenly… Nate slapped Shane across the face.
Shane was shocked for a few seconds before yelling out in pain. "I'm already bruised there from when Mitchie punched me!"
"Good, then it hurt more!" Nate yelled.
"Why would you do that?" Shane demanded.
"Because you're a complete idiot!" Nate yelled back. "How could you be so careless?"
"I'd been drinking that night!"
At that moment, Jason walked in clad in a bathrobe. His head was wrapped in a towel.
"What a great shower," Jason commented with a pleased expression on his face. "Hey, Shane's back," he said with a happy smile.
"Jason, we have a problem," Nate said. "Shane's the father of Mitchie's baby."
"That's not a problem!" Jason said excitedly. "That's a good thing! I've always wanted to be an uncle!" He clapped his hands. "We can take the baby on tour and teach it to play guitar and it can come on stage with us! This is going to be so much fun!"
Nate nearly growled in frustration. "You're missing the bigger picture, Jason," he said. "All this good publicity we've gotten recently is now gone. It's going to come out that Shane's a womanizer. All it takes is someone finding out about Mitchie, then the rest of the girls will come forward." He looked at Shane. "How many girls are there?"
Shane hesitated. "Um, do you mean per state, or all together?" He thought about it for a quick second. "Wait, we did go on that world tour… So would that make it by country?"
Nate's jaw nearly dropped. "What is wrong with you? How could you possibly sleep with that many girls?"
"Have you seen me?" Shane asked with a cocky smirk.
Nate closed his eyes with a frustrated sigh. "I'm going call our manager." He began walking towards the other room.
"Aren't you going to help me?" Shane asked.
"That's why I'm calling Benny," Nate said over his shoulder before closing the door to the other room behind him.
"We need to get cigars to celebrate!" Jason said as Shane stared after Nate. "Only not real ones because those are gross. So… Where can we get bubble gum cigars right now?"
Shane looked at Jason, shocked by how dumb he was. How could Nate think he was the stupid one?
Alex lay on the bed with Mitchie in her arms. The young singer had her head resting on her girlfriend's chests, tear tracks still staining her face.
She'd gotten over Shane's betrayal a long time ago, but seeing him after so much time, having him look her in the eye and obviously not care what he did…. That was new. And it reopened old wounds.
"We should be getting Sam soon," Alex commented quietly.
"Not now," Mitchie said with a sigh. "I'd like to clean up first. I don't want him to see me like this."
Alex only nodded and tightened an arm around Mitchie, bringing the other girl closer.
Mitchie's cheek pressed harder into Alex's soft breast, and she breathed in her girlfriend's scent. It comforted her in ways a warm bath, a massage, or even a childhood toy never could.
Her heart swelled with love for Alex, and passion washed over her like a tidal wave.
"Alex…" She rubbed the fabric of the edge of Alex's sleep shirt between her thumb and forefinger. "I need you…"
"You've got me, Mitch," Alex said, looking down at her girlfriend. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."
"No, I mean…" She sat up a little. "I need you."
Alex's eyes widened, understanding. "Now?"
Mitchie nodded.
"But… We just had sex this afternoon," Alex said.
"That was hours ago, Alex." Mitchie fit herself in between her girlfriend's legs and breathed into her neck, the way she knew Alex liked it.
"What about Sam?" Alex asked, fighting to keep herself from shivering in pleasure.
"Caitlyn has him," Mitchie whispered before placing a kiss on Alex's neck and straddling the other girl. "Any more concerns?"
Mitchie pulled her head back and looked at Alex. Mitchie's eyes were still slightly red and puffy from crying, and Alex's heart crumbled at the sight.
"Do you want to go first or second?" Alex asked with a sweet smile, tucking Mitchie's hair behind her ear.
Instead of answering, Mitchie smiled and pulled her shirt over her head. Then she reached down and grabbed the hem of Alex's shirt. Alex sat up slightly and lifted her arms, allowing Mitchie to remove it. Next both pairs of jeans hit the floor. No time was wasted with the removal of bras and underwear after that.
Mitchie positioned herself just right between Alex's legs, like they'd done so many times before. With a stroke to Alex's cheek, Mitchie began to thrust her hips forward, slowly first. Alex put her hand over Mitchie's, holding it to her face. The couple locked eyes as little waves of pleasure traveled from the soaking centers to every inch of their bodies.
Mitchie licked her dry lips, her eyes clouding over so much that Alex was a blurry, beautiful vision beneath her. Alex's dark hair splayed across the pillows, those dark, hardened nipples, the way her breasts bounced every time Mitchie thrust her hips forward, rubbing their clits together… All of it was sending Mitchie over the edge, quickly.
Alex removed Mitchie's hand from her face and kissed Mitchie's swollen knuckles with her hot mouth, soothing them in ways unimaginable.
Mitchie screamed out into the silent night, reaching her limit with Alex's kiss to her hand. Alex watched her girlfriend shake above her, making the most beautifully pleased face.
Finally, Mitchie collapsed onto Alex, sweaty and spent. Alex wrapped her arms around Mitchie and kissed her bare shoulder, her moist cheek. She held onto Mitchie, felling her bare chest rub against her own with each breath she took.
She nearly gasped in surprise when she felt Mitchie's index finger slide inside her. She hadn't even known Mitchie's hand was near there, but it was, and now her thumb was pressed against her clit. With the adding of the second finger, it only took about fifteen pumps and few good rubs with Mitchie's thumb for Alex to reach her limit.
She bit her lip and screwed her eyes shut to hide the fact that they were rolling back in her head.
When Mitchie removed her fingers, she sat up, still straddling Alex, and looked down at her girlfriend. Alex opened her eyes again, still breathing heavily. She gave Mitchie a loving smile, which Mitchie returned.
The singer leaned down and kissed Alex sweetly on the lips. She opened her mouth a little and felt the tip of Alex's tongue brushing her lips. Butterflies erupted in her stomach; she would never get over the joy that was kissing Alex. It was like the first time, every time.
After their kiss, they lay together. Alex pulled the covers over them so they would no longer be exposed. They pressed their naked bodies together, arms tangled around each other.
It took Mitchie merely five minutes to fall asleep. Alex, on the other hand, lay awake. She watched Mitchie sleep, counting the freckles on her nose. Those freckles which she loved so much. She hated when Mitchie wore a lot of makeup because it covered up those adorable dots. She much preferred Mitchie's natural beauty. The natural beauty that she knew for a fact Mitchie didn't even realize she had.
After making sure Mitchie was asleep and would stay asleep, Alex dressed and went to retrieve Sam. When questioned by Caitlyn about what had gone on, all she did was shake her head and say that they'd tell her tomorrow.
Alex carried a sleeping Sam back to the cabin. His little head rested on her shoulder as his feet dangled. Alex stopped for a moment to really look at Sam under the moonlight.
Yes, he did look like Shane. And she hated Shane. But nothing in her could hate the absolute miracle in her arms. She loved him through and through. And Shane was a part of Sam just as much as Mitchie was. So, by extension, she loved a part of Shane. The idea disturbed her in a way, but when she realized it was only through biology that she loved Shane, she felt better. She loved his genes, not the boy himself.
She hugged Sam a little closer to her and continued walking to the cabin.
She opened the door as carefully as possible, trying not to wake the boy in her arms. Mitchie was still fast asleep in bed. She had shifted so that the blanket had fallen, exposing one of her breasts.
Alex silently crossed the room, to Sam's crib. She gave him a sweet kiss atop his curly head and placed him in his crib, covering him with his small, blue blanket.
Then she went over to her bag and retrieved her wand. As much as she loved seeing Mitchie naked, her girlfriend needed clothes.
She spun the black magic stick around, and with a small flash of light, pajamas appeared on Mitchie's body. Mitchie's response was to shift and turn over, groping for the warm body that had been next to her when she'd fallen asleep.
Alex quickly placed her wand back in her bag and returned to bed with Mitchie. As soon as Alex's arms wrapped around the younger girl, Mitchie stopped moving and settled back to sleep.
Alex smiled to herself, getting comfortable and ready to call it a day. She suddenly felt extremely exhausted.
She fell asleep within minutes, the love of her life in her arms, and their son only a few feet away, safe and sound.
I'd kinda lost inspiration for this story. I had horrible writer's block. But I was finally able to work past it… Thank goodness.
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