Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or any of the characters. Nor do I own Hannah Montana or any of the characters. I also do not own the song. That is one hundred percent Demi Lovato's.
Author's Note: Sorry this took a while. But here it is! Bam! Haha. Just so you know, I have this whole story planned out in my head, and plans for the start of a sequel. But in my awesome sequel plans I oddly only have a plot planned out for Smitchie and Jaylor. So, I know you guys don't even know how this story ends, but if you have any cool drama ideas anyways, send them my way. Haha. Also, I just finished writing a one shot last night for Camp Rock, I know it's not my normal pairings, but I would love if you checked it out. I also started writing a new story called This Hopeless War that I am super excited about. So check that out too. And you know, give feedback on any of the stories. And now I will stop rambling and let you read.
The morning rolled around too fast, and as I leaned over to turn off my alarm that was going off, I was shocked to find Mitchie sleeping on the couch across the room. "Mitch," I said groggily, "what are you doing here?"
She opened her eyes and answered (of course, already sounding wide awake, darn morning people), "Taylor and I…. well I don't know. She's been pushing me away ever since that day, and yesterday we got in a pretty big fight over nothing." She let out a soft sigh. "The worst part is, I know she still wants to be friends with us, she's just hurt because her lift took a turn that she wasn't planning on. I don't see what's so bad about you being Hannah Montana anyways, but I hate seeing her hurt. I just wish everything was back to normal."
"I know. I'm so sorry Mitch. This is all my fault. I had to go and be stupid Hannah Montana."
"Miles, don't say that. It's not your fault," she said. But I knew it was. "Hey, come on. We got to get ready for the jam."
"Oh yeah. I don't know why in the world anyone invented a breakfast jam, but it was a stupid idea. And so was agreeing to sing with Nate. Someone is going to notice."
"You worry too much. Clearly a blonde wig fooled everyone for this long. I think you are safe."
We were both laughing as we rolled out of bed and started digging through my closet. Since Mitchie had no clothes in here, I agreed to let her sift through all my Hannah clothes and Miley clothes to come up with something that was at least somewhat her style. She ended up in black skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a red leather jacket. I ended up in a leather vest, white shirt and black pants. When we turned to look at each other, we both let out a small giggle at the similarities of the outfits.
Then instantly my face sobered. "Is Tay going to sing?" I asked. I don't know what I was hoping for. Maybe that just seeing each other would make our friendship whole again. It was foolish of course.
"Sorry Miles, Jason finally got her to agree to go on a date with him. And being a foolish romantic and thinking this might be his only chance at a date with her, he flew the two of them out to have dinner at some very fancy New York restaurant, on the roof, under the stars."
"Wow. Jason really likes her doesn't he?"
"Yeah, I think he really does. The only time I ever see him serious about something is when it comes to Taylor."
"I'm glad. She deserves the best."
"Yeah, and you know if she is with Jason she will always be around…."
I fell silent and looked down at my toes before looking up at her once again with tears in my eyes. Was it so bad for me to hope for a chance at getting a best friend back?
"Come on, we're gonna be late," Mitchie said, and ran out the back door. I was about to follow her out when my phone rang.
Thinking it was Nate, I answered and had to hold back my laughter. He was so afraid I was going to back out. As if I would really do that, after all, I had promised. "Don't worry, I'm on my way."
"Good. I thought you had forgotten that I had asked. See you soon Hannah." The voice that answered made me freeze where I was standing. It was not Nate. It was the British accented voice of Brown. What was he talking about? And then I remembered. It was the day everything had gone wrong. I had been so worried about singing with Nate, that when Brown asked me a question on the way back to the cabin, I had just agreed. This must have been what I agreed to. Oh no. I couldn't do this. No way I could back out as Hannah. People noticed when Hannah didn't show up to a gig. There was only one person who would noticed if Miley didn't. Unfortunately, that person was the most important person.
I quickly began to change into something more Hannah-ish and while I was putting on my wig, I called Nate. His excited voice when he answered put a dagger through my heart. "Hey Miles, where are you?"
"Nate, I- I can't."
"No Miles. I'm not letting you back out. You have an amazing voice and you know it."
"But Nate, you don't understand-"
"No buts Miley, I'm not letting you doubt yourself any longer." And with that he hung up. Oh sweet niblets. What was I going to do now? But there was no time to ponder; I was already running out the door.
The jam was out doors again, and the sun was just rising over the lake. The whole thing was a very beautiful sight, and I might have paid more attention to it, since I was never up this early, if I wasn't so worried about what was going to happen. I had to find Nate. I just had to find him. Mitchie was already on stage, and singing a beautiful song. It was nearly over. I had to find Nate, we were supposed to be next. I began to ran around frantically in the area in the woods that had been dedicated as sort of a back stage area for the singers. That's when the voice from hell interrupted me. "Hannah!" It was Tess Tyler.
I turned to her with a fake smile on my face. "Hey Tess," I said as happily as I could muster. After all, it was Miley that hated Tess, not Hannah. "Looking forward to hearing you sing today. You been working on your show performance like we talked about?" She nodded and opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. "Look, I really need to find someone right now. Can we talk later?"
"Who are you looking for?" She asked with an interested voice. I didn't like the gleam in her eyes as she asked. The last thing in the world I needed was for Tess Tyler to know too much about me. On the other hand, she might actually be able to help me right now. Who would have ever thought I would need Tess Tyler's help.
"Nate," I said, knowing I would regret this later.
"Oh. You mean Miley's new little boyfriend?"
"Uhh… yeah," I answered. Had he been calling me his girlfriend? How sweet. But if I didn't show up today, that would probably come to an end.
"He's walking on stage."
No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This wasn't happening. I ran as fast as I could to where he was climbing up the stairs. Luckily, he seemed to be trying to stall Brown from ushering him up on stage. Stalling for me. "NATE!" I gasped, out of breath. "I need to talk to you."
"Some other time, Hannah," Brown said, "right now my nephew needs to get up on stage and sing."
"I told you Brown. I can't sing without Miley. Have you possibly seen her, Hannah?"
"Well, that's what I need to talk to you abou-"
"Later," Brown said, and shoved Nate onto the stage.
Nate looked about awkwardly for a moment, out into the crowd. And then, his normal confidence returned, he walked up to the microphone. "So, today I am going to sing you guys a song with a beautiful girl you probably all know, Miley. Only problem is, I can't seem to find her. Anyone know where she is?" Everyone in the crowd began whispering and looking around for me. Um, hello, Miley is right here, only she is in a blonde wig. I saw Mitchie who had gone to stand up front after singing looking around confused, and then her eyes landed on me. I saw only questions in them. I pulled out my phone and quickly texted her, "Had to. Tell you later." She got the text and looked back up at me. She looked disappointed. And I knew why, Nate was standing on stage, and for the first time ever, something vulnerable was on his face. For the first time ever, Nate looked unsure. He looked let down.
Why did I keep hurting everyone I cared about because of Hannah? Nate walked off the stage and as he started walking away, I became desperate. I quickly ran up on stage, and the crowd forgot all their confusion from Nate being stood up on stage, and cheered. Nate didn't even look back. "Wait!" I cried into the mic, and Nate looked back questioningly. I grabbed an acoustic guitar from someone off stage, and slung it over my shoulder. "Please, just wait," I said again, desperately.
And, without giving it a second thought, I began to play the song I had written about Nate. The one he had overheard down by the dock. The one without an ending.
"Before I fall too fast,
kiss me quick, but make it last.
So I can see how badly this will hurt me,
when you say goodbye.
Keep it sweet, keep it slow.
Let the future pass, and don't let go.
But tonight I could fall too soon under this beautiful
moonlight.
But you're so hypnotizing.
You've got me laughing while I sing.
You've got me smiling in my sleep.
And I can see this unraveling,
Your love is where I'm falling,
but please don't catch me."
And sadly, it was unraveling. I could see it now as I looked at him. Only him. His eyes were filled with shock, but other than that, his face betrayed no emotion. He just stood there, staring at me.
"See this heart, won't settle down.
Like a child running scared from a clown.
I'm terrified of what you do,
my stomach screams just when I look at you.
Run far away, so I can breathe.
Even though you're far from suffocating me.
I can't set my hopes too high,
cause every hello, ends with a goodbye.
But you're so hypnotizing.
You've got me laughing while I sing.
You've got me smiling in my sleep.
And I can see this unraveling,
Your love is where I'm falling,
but please don't catch me."
I still looked at Nate. The shock was gone from his eyes now. He stood emotionless, staring at me. He didn't move. He might as well have been a statue. And seeing him without the caring look in his eyes, I realized something. I needed him. I couldn't lose him. And finally, my song had an ending. I sang it like I was speaking right to him.
"So now you see why I'm scared,
I can't open up my heart without a care.
But here I go, it's what I feel
and for the first time in my life I know it's real.
But you're so hypnotyzing,
you've got me laughing while I sing,
you've got me smiling while I sleep.
And I can see this unraveling
your love is where I'm falling
so please don't catch me
If this is love please don't break me
I'm giving up so just catch me."
As I finished the crowd roared. I felt a small tear slide down my cheek, but I couldn't take the effort to brush it away. I smiled at them and said is a quiet voice, "Thank you so much." I ran off the stage. I was about to walk after Nate when none other than Tess Tyler came up and stopped me.
"Hey, I have to go on stage, but that was amazing Hannah. I didn't know you had feelings for Nate. I guess we will just have to get rid of Miley. Don't you worry about that, you just leave it to me. But I was staring at Nate, he had just disappeared into the woods surrounding the camp. By the time it sunk in what she had said, I turned to correct her, but she was already running onto the stage. A wave of confusion from the day's events washed over me, and I had to sit on the ground, leaning against a tree to try and get my thoughts back to making sense.
