Chapter 11: Really Might Be Gone

Mitchie called another number, she called the limosuine company that was providing her, Tess, and Connect Three limos.

She walked back down to the hospital and waited until a limo pulled up. She got in and got a piece of paper out of her purse and wrote a note to Nate on it.

Nate,

I'm going back home. I guess you know that Shane banned me from his room by now. That was his descision and this is mine. I don't know if I'll ever see you again in person, so keep in touch. If Shane ever gets his memory back, tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I did love him. More importantly, tell him I am sorry, so sorry. A brief word of advice: ask Caitlyn out. Well, I'm pulling up to the hotel now and am about to go pack. Again, I'm sorry to Shane and the rest of Connect Three. I know I've put a lot of stress on you guys. If you're ever in Boston again, call me and we'll meet up (we: as in me, you, and Jason.). One last time: I am so sorry.

- Mitchie

She folded the note and put it in her purse. She got out of the limo and walked to the elevator and up to her room.

She quickly packed up her things and then took another elevator to the seventh floor. She walked to 721 and slid the note under Nate's door.

She fought back her tears as she walked out to the limo, that had now parked in the parking garage.

She put her stuff in the trunk and got in the back seat. She stared out the window. Her whole future just crashed in front of her. She used to think that maybe she'd marry Shane. Shane had so many big dreams for the two of them and now it was all over. It was over the second the car flipped.

She put her head in her hands and then looked up. The ride to LAX seemed like it dragged on forever until finally, she saw the big letters in the grass and they pulled up to the door.

"Thank you, for everything." Mitchie said to the driver as she got out. She got her things out of the trunk and went to buy her tickets. She got out the last bit of money that she had to finally buy her ticket.

She went through the metal decectors and baggage check as she grabbed her things and walked to the gates.

"Flight 115 may now start boarding."

That was her. Her stomach churned as she walked onto the deck. She got to the front of the gate about to leave when she heard something out of the back of her head.

"Where you are is where I wanna be, me next to you, and you next to me."

She quickly shook the thought from her mind as she took a step onto the platform.

"I love you Mitchie, more than anything."

She stopped dead in her tracks as a flood of memories hit her.

"Miss, you need to keep moving, the other passengers are waiting."

"No!" she exclaimed, "I can't, I need to get off this, now!"

She ran in the opposite direction and ran to the nearest pay phone. She was about to pick up the phone when she saw Nate run through the doors and then spot her, heading over to her.

"Mitchie! Thank God you haven't left yet!"

"Why?" she hung up the phone.

"Even if you can't go see him now, his real self needs you to be there when he gets his memory back." he said, trying to catch his breath.

"I know, Nate, that's why I didn't board the plane."

"You didn't?"

"Am I not standing here?" she laughed.

"I guess not then. What changed your mind?"

"Nate, somewhere down in that new idiot, is my old boyfriend. He just needs to be found, that's all. He went through all that trouble to find me at camp last year and I'm going to give him the same back. Nate, we're going to find the real Shane, one way or another." she said.

"Come on, let's go back to the hotel, I think we both need a rest. I nearly died of a heart attack and asthma and you just need to chill out." he said.

Mitchie nodded.

"Let me take your bags." he said.

"Where's Jason?" she asked.

Nate groaned and rolled his eyes, "He's up there with Tess and Shane. He apparently believes that we're the liars too."

"You cannot be serious." Mitchie said.

Nate nodded.

There was a brief silence before Nate said, "Well, that is the same guy that thinks you can go to a rock camp, where there is absolutely no craft program and make a damn birdhouse."

She laughed as they got to Nate's limo and put her bags in the trunk and climbed into the car.

"I just realized something." she said.

"What?"

"I can't visit Shane, neither can you, so how are we going to bring him back?" she asked.

Nate sat there for a moment, playing with the dog tag that hung around his neck as he sat in deep thought. He suddenly let go of the dog tag, glanced up and grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

Mitchie watched in wonder as he dialed a number and waited.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up." he said.

He let out a sigh of relief, "Caitlyn? Yeah, it's me. Are you coming back out here? You are, good. We have a lot to update you on and we need a huge favor. I'll tell you when you get out here. Take the next plane you can, or get your dad to drive. You're going to take a plane, good, 'cause this is urgent!"

Mitchie's eyes lit up, "Nate you are a genious!"

"Thank you." he smiled.

Later that day, both Nate and Mitchie were in Nate's hotel room when there was a knock on the door.

"Hola mi amigos." Caitlyn smiled.

"Hey, Cait." Nate said as he held the door open for her.

"Caitlyn, we've got a lot to tell you." Mitchie said as she turned off the TV.

"Well, I know up to Tess being super bitch and taking Shane from you. What else is there?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised." Nate said.

Caitlyn sat down on a chair across from the couch and listened to Mitchie's story.

"No way!" she gasped.

Mitchie and Nate nodded.

"Why does he think it's okay to be a jackass?" she asked.

"Tess." Mitchie said, "Tess is the queen of jackasses and I guess she needs a king, therefore, she transforms Shane into the perfect match."

Caitlyn laughed, "So true, but on a serious note, what are you going to do about getting Shane's memory back?"

"That's where you come in." Nate said, "We need you to go into Shane's room. He doesn't know you all the way, but you are on his list of who can be let into his room. Just tell him your brief history with him and then try to tell him about Mitchie. Do you have your laptop?"

"Never leave home without it." she replied.

"Play the song for him."

"Which one." she laughed a little.

"The song, Caitlyn." he said sternly.

"Sheesh, why so serious? Anyway, I get it. It's instrumental though." she said.

"I do not give a rat's ass if it has Sander singing it, just play the song!" Nate exclaimed.

"You know what, this is why you're in the back on the tour shirts." Caitlyn said.

"You guys," Mitchie paused, "No." she shook her head.

"Sorry." they said simultaneously.

Two hours later, Caitlyn left for the hospital, Blue Tooth wired in her ear, talking to Nate.

"What if she's there?" she said, as she turned on her laptop and started to pull up "This Is Me".

"Look in the glass in door and if she's sitting there, go down the hall and wait. Anytime you hear a door shut, peek over the side and see if it's her. When she leaves, go down to the room and do like we planned, got it?" Nate said.

"You got it, Nate."

"Rock 'n' roll, girl." he replied as she hung up, took the headset out of her ear and waited until the car pulled up at the hospital.

She got out and walked to Shane's room. She ducked down and looked in the window.

Tess wasn't there.

"No freaking way!" Caitlyn gasped.

She slowly opened the door to Shane's room and walked in.

"Who are you?" Shane asked.

"I'm Caitlyn Gellar, a friend of yours from Camp Rock, and future top selling music producer."

"You sound awesome, sit down." he said.

"Okay, I've got a song I want you to listen to, okay?" she smiled.

Shane nodded, "Play it."

Caitlyn pressed play and waited for the music to begin. "This is Me" began to pour out of Caitlyn's computer speakers.

"That's really pretty, who normally sings that song?" he asked, "It sounds familiar."

"You want the honest truth?" Caitlyn said.

"Yeah." he said.

"You and Mitchie."

"What? No way." he said.

"Yep. It wasn't planned that way originally. Come to find out, you wrote a song that went to the same melody as her song." she said.

"How would I do that?"

"You heard her singing this song, and you wrote a song entitled "Gotta Find You"."

"I wrote that song about Tess, not Mitchie."

"No you didn't!"

"Uh, I think I know what I wrote about my own girlfriend." Shane said.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, "What about this, Shane?"

She pulled up a folder entitled "Camp Rock". She brought up the photo slide show and clicked until she found a picture of Shane and Mitchie.

"Here's your proof." she said. She turned the computer around and showed Shane.

"Friends take pictures like that all the time. Tess said she was my friend." he said.

"Would friends take a picture like this Shane?" she practically yelled, slamming the enter key down on a candid shot of Shane kissing Mitchie.

She whirled the computer around again and pointed at the screen, "What about now, Shane!"

Shane's jaw dropped, "Delete that!"

"Why?"

"Tess can't see that! I've apparently cheated on her! Aw man, if she ever saw that, I'd be in trouble."

"TESS HAS ALREADY SEEN IT! SHE WAS THERE WHEN I TOOK THE FREAKING PICTURE!" she exclaimed.

"Are you serious?" Shane said, "She's good for forgiving me."

"Shane, please come back to reality! Mitchie is your girlfriend!"

"Can you just leave?" Shane asked.

"Gladly!" Caitlyn said, slamming the computer top down and walking away.

She got out her cell phone and called Nate, "Nate, it's over. He's gone for good."