Chapter 10
Third Person View
The rest of the evening went rather well.
Except...
"Security?" Nate questioned.
The girls looked at each other.
"We're not really...security," Ella began, "We just...um,"
"Said it to scare of Miley. Yeah, I heard tough girls scare off wannabe rock stars," Mitchie finished.
Caitlyn simply nodded.
"Oh. What about the explosion?" Shane asked, "I mean, what was that?"
"It was...," Caitlyn murmured.
"Mentos!" Ella piped, "And Diet Coke,".
"Mentos? How can Mentos explode a doorknob?" Jason asked.
"It was the fruit flavored one," Mitchie said.
"Either way, it was kinda loud and violent for a Mentos explosion," Shane said.
Mitchie laughed, uncomfortable, "Have you ever done it?".
"Actually I-,"
"Didn't think so," Mitchie interrupted.
Connect 3 performed as the opening act for Hannah after a delayed start. The girls got front row seats and were totally blown away by the performance. It was incredible.
After they were finished, Caitlyn stood and stretched. "You guys want to get something to eat?" she shouted at her co-agents over the screaming fans.
"Sure!" Mitchie called back. Ella nodded. They stood up and made their way to the concessions area. Caitlyn spotted a McDonalds past the miles of Hannah-crap selling stands. They were the only ones in line, so they approached the counter and ordered. Mitchie got a BigMac, while Ella got a classic sandwich with crispy plain and cheese. Caitlyn stared at the menu, frowning. Her guardians back in England kept her on a strict diet. She'd never had McDonalds.
"What is it, Caitlyn?" Mitchie asked.
"I've never had this before," she muttered. "I'll just take a Coke…large…"
The lady behind the counter nodded but Mitchie interrupted. "And a BigMac."
"Huh?" Caitlyn asked.
"Trust me," Mitchie said as the lady disappeared. "You want to taste something American? The BigMac is a classic!"
Caitlyn gulped. "Um…okay."
The food arrived and Caitlyn took her bag hesitantly. They walked to a small section with little square tables. Pulling her seat out, Ella plopped down and opened her bag, Mitchie following her. Caitlyn hesitated, then sat down and opened her bag. She instantly grabbed her Coke and chugged it…fast. Mitchie and Ella watched with huge eyes, mouths hanging open. Caitlyn paused and looked up.
"What?" she demanded, wiping her mouth.
Mitchie blinked. "Um…have enough Coke there…Caitlyn?" she squeaked. Caitlyn shrugged, taking off the cap and tossing it into the trash can.
"What? It's good!"
Ella closed her eyes and shook her head. "I've only seen one person chug soda like that," she mused. "And that was my ex-boyfriend."
Caitlyn shrugged and looked inside her bag. "So…BigMac…" she wondered aloud. Mitchie was already chowing down on hers and nodded.
"It's really good," she said enthusiastically. "Try it! You'll love it, I promise!" She took a bite of hers, as if to emphasis her statement.
Caitlyn pulled out the little box, took a deep breath, chugged down more Coke and took a bite of the sandwich, Mitchie and Ella watching her intently. After a moment, Caitlyn set down the sandwich and stared at it.
"Well…"she sighed.
"YES…?" Mitchie demanded, trembling.
"That…was…"
"YES?"
"DELICIOUS!!!!" Caitlyn exclaimed.
"YESSS!!" Mitchie cheered, throwing her napkin in the air. "THE BRITISH CHICK LIKES THE BIGMAC!!"
Caitlyn laughed and Ella smiled.
Caitlyn took another drink from her pop, only to get a face full of ice. She stared into the cup, "I'm out," she murmured.
"Cait, its okay. Just go get a re-," Mitchie began.
Before she could finish Caitlyn was already at the soda fountain.
"I've got a bad feeling," Ella said.
"About? Do you think the guys made it back okay?"
"I'm thinking the guys are fine, it's her I'm worried about," Ella said pointing to Caitlyn who was walking back taking small sips of her beverage.
"Oh come on, she's experiencing new things. It's like she's a puppy, it's cute. She's harmless," Mitchie said.
5 refills later...
"And then you were all like, 'BAM! Take that you fake ass bitch!" Caitlyn shouted, as she went into a fit of laughter, resulting in her falling of her chair.
She remained on the floor giggling like a mad woman, receiving interested looks for bystanders.
Caitlyn, got up and brushed herself off, taking her cup and going back to the soda fountain.
"Harmless huh?"
"Oh come one, it's just Coke," Mitchie said.
"Mhm...Wait. Where'd she go?" Ella asked.
The two girls looked around the semi-crowded area, looking for their friend.
"Oh my gosh, where did she go?" Ella panicked.
"Relax, she's seventeen, not seven," Mitchie said.
"She's an over caffeinated seventeen year old who can barely stand on her own two feet. She's practically drunk!"
"She could have just gone to the facilities or something, I'm sure she's fine," Mitchie brushed off the concern. "Come on, let's go look for her."
They stood up, threw away their trash and Caitlyn's, and began to look around. Hannah was still doing her cow-call performance on stage, sounding a lot like a dying, helium educed moose, so they decided to look in the in the audience at a later convenience. They checked the gift shop…No Caitlyn, just Hannah Montana crap.
"One day there'll be Hannah Montana pregnancy tests and condom," Mitchie muttered. "She's such a whore."
They checked the food court.
No Caitlyn…
"I'm sure this was one of her stops," Ella muttered, glancing at the soda fountain.
They checked outside.
No Caitlyn, only security and cars.
"Where could she be?" Mitchie wondered, starting to get worried. Caitlyn had left her walkie talkie and her cell phone was off.
Suddenly, Mitchie's phone vibrated. One new text message. It was Shane's number, which she had already programmed into her phone.
Care 2 Xplain Y Cait is riding around backstage on Heelies singing The Best of Both Worlds, & jumping over trash cans…? The text message said. Mitchie sighed and showed Ella the phone.
Ella sighed. "I have a bad feeling about this."
..Backstage…
"You go the movie premiers (Is that Orlando Bloom?)" Caitlyn sang, zigzagging backwards along the backstage area, cup of Coke in her hands. "Hear your songs on the radio-oh!"
Nate, Jason and Shane were leaning against the wall watching her, their heads moving back and forth.
"She's so cool," Nate said, half dreamily, half laughing as Caitlyn spun and leapt over the trash can.
"Living two lives is a little weird…" she sang, skating backwards past them again.
"Oh yeah," Shane said sarcastically. "She's a dream boat. Quite a catch, Nate. A keeper for sure."
"You have to admit she sounds better than Miley," Nate pointed out.
"My shoes sound better than Miley!" Shane exclaimed. "Your dog sounds better than Miley!" He sighed and shook his head. Jason was ignoring their bickering and watching Caitlyn skate, not looking where she was going yet never crashing.
"Wow," he exhaled. "You think she can teach me to skate like that?"
Nate and Shane stared sideways at him. Before any of them could comment, Mitchie and Ella came into view.
"Hi guys!" Caitlyn called before flipping backwards over the trashcan and doing a handstand on it. "What's up?"
Mitchie and Ella stared at her in amazement, as well as Nate.
"Does she do that often?" he asked slowly, watching as she somersaulted into the air and landed on her feet, rolling forward.
"Yea you get to be a small town girl, but big time when you play your guitar…"
"Oh, here we go," Shane groaned.
"You get the best of both worlds! Chilin' out take it slow, then you rock out the show…"
Caitlyn suddenly lost balance and tumbled backwards onto the floor.
"Caitlyn!" Nate exclaimed, running to help her up. "Are you all right?"
Caitlyn giggled as her feet flailed from under her. She caught herself on Nate and beamed up at him. "Never better!" she said, quite enthusiastically and fast…very fast. "Did I mention that you were totally awesome up on stage I mean you just kept on rocking out like it's the only thing you care about and ohmigod Shane your voice is like an ANGEL's did you know that? Oh, Jason can you teach me to play guitar like that cuz you were totally awesome and I've always wanted to play but my guardian never let me and instead I learned French and-" she stopped for a breath. By now, all five were staring at her with wide eyes.
"Whatcha looking at?" Caitlyn asked, still going fifty miles per hour. "I mean, it looks kinda stupid from where I stand because, you know, I can't see what you're staring at and it makes me kinda uncomfortable and-" abruptly she switched to French. "Je veux dire, un peu bizarre de son et de tous, mais je suis tout à l'amour de revenir ici avec vous les gars. J'ai besoin de plus de Coke!"
"NO!" Nate and the girls exclaimed, Nate because he could understand every word, same as Ella, and Mitchie could make three guesses. But Caitlyn had already broken from Nate's arms and was speeding away from them, disappearing from view in five seconds.
Everyone stared after her.
"…is…she…okay?" Shane asked slowly, turning owl-eyed to Mitchie, who shrugged.
"We have no idea."
ONE EXTEMELY LONG AND BADLY SUNG HANNAH MONTANA CONCERT LATER…
"Well, it's officially been an hour since we've seen Caitlyn," Mitchie announced. "And officially an hour and a half since I've heard good singing."
"THANK YA'LL FOR COMING OUT TONIGHT!" Hannah shouted. "GOOD NIGHT LOS ANGELES!!"
"I think her fans are screaming in pain," Jason agreed. "But shouldn't we look for Caitlyn?"
"Maybe," Ella sighed. "I'm so tired though. I think my soda high went out." She yawned. "It's been a long day."
"Tell me about it," Shane agreed, who was laying on the couch that Mitchie was leaning over…well, leaning over the back.
"We better find her," Nate said. "She could be anywhere by now. Depending how fast she can go on her Heelie's without breaking them."
"She wouldn't leave," Ella scoffed, but she and Mitchie exchanged a worried glance. One, because they didn't know Caitlyn all that well…who knew what she could get up to on a Coke high?...and, two, because they had no idea if Vlad knew about them and if he knew where to find them.
"We better look, though," Mitchie added after a moment. "Let's split up. Shane with me, Jason and Ella and Nate, are you okay with being alone?"
"Sure," Nate agreed. "Cell phones, everyone?"
Everyone had one and they went off to search, the Smitchie group checking outside, Jella looking around the concessions and backstage, and Nate searched the stage and the seats.
Fifteen minutes later, there was no sign of Caitlyn. The arena was empty, Hannah had left, her security was gone and Connect 3 was about to be late for a CD signing.
Mitchie and Ella grew worried, but didn't show it.
Nate was walking through the fiftieth row of seats when he saw a bit of white ahead of him. It looked a little like someone was curled against the wall.
"Caitlyn?" he called. No answer. He picked up the pace to try to get to the other end of the row, which was very long. He finally ran to the wall and froze.
Caitlyn lay curled against the wall, fast asleep. She snored so quietly it was like she was only breathing, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and almost covering her white and black blouse. Nate smiled.
"Caitlyn?" he murmured, bending down and rubbing her shoulder. "Caity…? Come on, get up. It's time to go now."
Caitlyn was so out of it, even she, a trained spy who was supposed to wake up at a drop of a pin, remained asleep. Nate chuckled and pulled out his phone.
"I found her," he said when Shane answered. "Bring the limo out back."
He hung up and gently picked the sleeping girl up, making sure to not jostle and wake her, laying her so her head rested against his shoulder and he could carry her bridal style.
"I guess that Coke-high drained you, huh?" he murmured gently, standing and carrying her down the rows of chairs. "Don't worry, I've got you. You're safe now." Not that she'd ever been in danger, but he'd worried about her.
He kicked the back door open and carried her to the limo, where everyone was standing around. When they saw her, eyes closed and very still in Nate's arms, Mitchie and Ella panicked.
"What's wrong with her?" they exclaimed. Nate shushed them.
"She's asleep," he whispered. "Open the door."
They opened it and Nate gently placed Caitlyn in the car, buckled her up and slid in beside her, letting her head rest on his shoulder. Everyone else was already climbing in, the limo purring to life.
"Let's go," Shane directed the limo driver.
After a few minutes, Jason sighed. "Well…that's certainly one concert I'll never forget!"
Okay I decided to update because we finished this this morning like, an hour after we finished the last chapter and yeah! GAH the Grammy's are going awesome. Angie is torturing me though...she knows who won the category the JONAS BROTHERS were in and won't let me forget it. I am not letting her tell me, though! NONE YOU BETTER OR I SWEAR I WILL HURT YOU! I mean it please please if you know please don't tell me DONT!
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