This Is Me

So Allume a Pense brought up a crazy good point. Mitchie wasn't a crier in Camp Rock, and in this story, it seems all she's done is cry. Which, admittedly, she might have good reason for doing so, since this story has a crazy amount of drama. But as a person, she's not all "doom and gloom." She really is a happy person, and I'm not sure I've really stuck to that completely. So...here goes another try. Thanks Kat. (insert crazy big smile!) In this chapter, Shane finally gets defensive of Mitchie. His relationship with Nate is strained now.

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"Good morning." Shane mumbled happily, as Mitchie withdrew her lips from his, ending a long and tender kiss. "I like your version of an alarm clock." He commented, pulling her down for another embrace. She giggled, running her hands down his chest.

"You make me really happy." She whispered, propping herself up on her arms above her boyfriend. Shane smirked and linked his hands behind her, resting on the small of her back.

"We aim to please." He teased, and she arched one eyebrow, looking at him and trying not to laugh. He looked at her, smiling softly.

"We?" She questioned, dropping down so her head rested on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She snuggled against him, smiling against his skin. He winced; she had no idea how much she was tempting him right now. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Mitchie whispered, picking up her head to look into his eyes.

"I love you." Shane stated, as though it were the only important thing in the world. Mitchie blinked, laughing softly, running her hands through his hair.

"I know that." She giggled, and Shane shook his head impatiently. She wasn't getting it. He sighed, frustration evident. "...Or not?" Mitchie asked, very confused now.

"No, Mitchie, I love you. I can't see my life without you. Like, I could marry you right now and have no regrets. I love you so much Mitchie...I just thought I'd tell you that." He stated, and Mitchie smiled.

"Kinko that." She laughed, and Shane faked a hurt expression. "I'm kidding. I love you too. I can't wait until we're married. So. We've got that settled. Now what?" She questioned, pushing herself off the bed and sliding on a pair of jeans.

Shane shrugged. "I kinda just want to chill. But I have a personal mission that needs to get accomplished before we can chill." Mitchie turned, interested.

"I heart personal missions." She said in a teasing voice. "How can I help?" She asked, jumping on the bed and straddling Shane's waist. He groaned, grabbing onto her hips and sitting up to kiss her longingly.

"You, me, and the bed." He ordered, his voice rasping slightly. Mitchie laughed and shook her head, kissing his cheek. "Fine, then the other plan. Get Nate a girlfriend." Mitchie froze. She wasn't sure she could help with this plan.

She knew she didn't have any feelings for Nate left, but even so, it would still be very awkward to try and set him up with other girls. "I, uhm, yeah okay." She stumbled, and Shane noticed. He smirked and, keeping his grip on her waist, flipped them.

"Good." He mumbled, brushing his lips over her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip. Mitchie smiled into the embrace, running her hands down his bare back. He mumbled something, sliding his hands under her cami, rubbing her stomach. "God you're amazing." He breathed, probing her mouth slowly. She didn't say anything, only held him.

As his hands moved up her body, his mouth moved down, settling on her neck. She threw her head back, whimpering in ecstasy as he sucked teasingly. Her hands clutched at his forearms, whispering unintelligibly. "Shane..." She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and bringing him closer, if that was even possible. He pulled back from her neck, satisfied with his branding, and reconnected their mouths.

Tongues dancing slowly, hands searching and bodies pressing together. She lived for these intimate moments. "I want you." Shane groaned, moving his mouth to just below her ear, running his tongue down from her earlobe to her jaw and back again, sucking teasingly. She moaned quietly, and he nipped gently, causing another exclamation of approval.

"We...can't." She scolded, a bit breathless. He shook his head, knowing she was right. "Isn't this enough?" Mitchie asked, watching him. He nodded, pressing their mouths together fervently. Her legs wrapped tightly, as her hands caressed his face, not letting him move.

Shane pressed against her, hard. "Do you feel what you do to me?" He grunted, bucking his hips against hers, and she nodded weakly, determined to not lose this battle of mouths. "You're so fucking gorgeous." He panted, his hands moving down the back of her thighs, squeezing lightly.

"Shane!" Mitchie whimpered, tearing her mouth from his as he pressed against her again. She never knew she had this kind of power over him. He didn't reply, but dropped his mouth to the top of her cami, starting a new mark. His hands crept up her shirt again, palms against the curve of her breast. "We need to stop." She whispered regretfully. He ignored her, sucking and biting. She took a slow breath, desperate to not scream or cry out, though her body was.

He pulled away, looking down. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes. She shifted awkwardly, adjusting her shirt and pulling her hair up into a high ponytail. "I just...I just got carried away." He explained, finally looking at her.

"It's not a big deal. I was just afraid we were going to get caught." She stated, standing up and looking in the mirror, examining the purplish marks that stood out against her skin. "You do a nice job." She laughed, and kissed his cheek lightly, throwing a shirt on. He sat there, staring at her blankly.

"You're...you're not mad?" Shane asked, dumbstruck. She shrugged and turned, crossing her arms and facing him. A smile played on her lips, and he wondered what she was thinking.

"I wasn't mad then, it would be stupid of me to be mad now. You were there too, you didn't hear me complaining. Unless, of course, your version of complaining is my crying out your name over and over again." She teased, kissing his cheek again and dancing out the door to make breakfast. He watched her go, grinning to himself.

"She is so amazing." He whispered, standing up painfully and going into the bathroom. He locked the door and turned on the water. Mitchie sat on the couch, waiting for the stove to heat up. She smirked, listening to the water run.

"Poor guy." She had thought it, but Nate had been the one to speak. She jumped, startled. "Sorry. Did I scare you?" He dropped into his seat, hands folded over his knee. She nodded, breathing quickly. "Sorry." He repeated, watching her carefully.

"Nate...I'm sorry for last night." She whispered, and he nodded. "It was awful of me, and I really am sorry." He nodded again, a bit uncomfortable. "But Shane and I were talking...we want to help you meet someone. Someone better for you." She offered.

He shrugged. "I'm more than willing to try and get over you. You've only hurt me—no don't apologize, you already have—and I just want to be happy again. I've accepted that I can't be happy with you, because you won't let me be. So. I'll go along with whatever scheme you've got." Mitchie nodded, slightly hurt, even though she knew everything he said was true.

"I don't know what the plan is. But...we're gonna figure something out. I really am sorry. And if I had met you first, chances are pretty good I'd be with you right now." She whispered. "I just...I just don't have the same feelings you do. I'm sorry." Nate shrugged. There were no more tears left.

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about the cold showers." He teased, the whole mood of the conversation changing. Mitchie laughed awkwardly. "Seriously, he's gonna die one day if you two don't get married and finally have sex. You're killing him." Nate laughed, though both teens knew he was serious.

"Well...I'm gonna make breakfast. What do you want?" He thought for a moment, running a hand through his unruly curls. She smiled at the movement, trying not to laugh.

Shane stumbled out of the bedroom, tugging at his jeans. Mitchie turned, hearing him fall into the wall. "Do you need some help?" She called, laughing softly. He nodded, and she sauntered over, zipping them up quickly.

"How did you—" Shane decided it was probably better if he didn't ask. "What's for breakfast, amazing girlfriend?" He asked, sitting down across from Nate, wincing at the glare his friend shot him. Mitchie plucked a piece of bacon off the pan and threw it to her boyfriend. He popped it into his mouth and sigh happily. "Have I mentioned I love you?" He teased, chewing blissfully. Nate frowned but went back to ignoring them.

"How about her?"

"She looks like a skank."

"Shane!" Mitchie hit him across the chest, watching the girl walk away. "She could be Nate's soul mate for all you know, and you just called her a skank!" Shane laughed and wrapped his arm around her.

"Oh well. They'll just have to meet some other way. Hey, what about her?" He pointed to a short blonde girl who was giggling loudly. Mitchie wrinkled her nose.

"No, she's too giggly. Nate needs someone...not that giggly." Nate frowned over at her through his dark glasses from where he sat on the edge of the fountain in the center of the mall.

"Don't I get a say in who I need?" He questioned, looking over Shane and into Mitchie's eyes. Mitchie paused but Shane was the first to speak.

"No." With that, he held Mitchie more tightly. She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek softly. "Fine. Hair color preference?" He looked at Nate, who thought for a moment.

"Brown." Shane scoffed and picked up a lock of Mitchie's hair, waving it in front of Nate's eyes.

"I'm so surprised you picked brown." He snapped, and Mitchie batted his hands away from her hair. Nate held up his hands, as though surrendering. "Whatever." Shane muttered, looking for brown-haired girls. He tipped his own dark glasses down, watching a dark haired girl go by. "Her." He pointed and Mitchie, ready to shoot him down again, was surprised.

"She's perfect. Shane, go get her." She whispered, and Shane rose, following the girl carefully. She didn't notice when Shane tapped her on the shoulder. She didn't notice when he put both hands on her shoulders, turned her around and walked her back to where Mitchie and Nate sat. "She's kinda oblivious, isn't she?" Mitchie muttered. Nate shook his head, staring at the girl.

"No, she's just...lost in her thoughts." He clarified. The girl finally noticed Shane's presence and blinked a few times. Her gaze settled on Nate.

"Holy crap!" She shrieked, pushing her fist against her mouth to stifle her screams. Nate laughed awkwardly and held out his hand.

"I'm Nate." She shook his hand hesitantly, eyes darting back and forth while she nodded silently. "And you are..." He prodded, grinning. She blinked again.

"Oh, you can call me Nel." She whispered, feeling very star struck. He nodded while Mitchie squealed in the background.

"So Miss Nel, would you think I was moving too fast if I asked for your number?" He said smoothly. Shane's jaw dropped. He had never seen Nate this calm or collected. She blushed, looking away. He shifted nervously.

She looked back up and smirked. "I'll say no if you give me yours too. I'm not about to get Punk'd or something." She giggled, glancing around for hidden cameras. Nate nodded and quickly scrawled his number on the back of a napkin he had found. She pocketed it and pulled a cerulean blue Sharpie from her purse, pushing up Nate's sleeve and writing, in neat bubbly letters, 10 digits on his arm. She giggled and dropped the Sharpie back in her purse.

"I'd love to talk more, but my mom is picking me up soon. You'd better call." She teased, standing on tiptoe to kiss him lightly on the cheek. She turned on her heel and fairly danced across the mall to the front doors.

Mitchie patted him on the shoulder. "You just made a very happy fan girl. You'd better call." She told him, laughing. He nodded, watching her go. "Nate and Nel. So cute!" She sighed happily, taking Shane's hand and leading him to the doors.

"Mission accomplished Shane." She whispered as they boarded the bus.

"Not all of my missions. There's still that one with you, me and the bed." He mumbled in her ear, and she glared playfully.

"Mission impossible." She breathed, pecking him lightly on the mouth, giggling. He rolled his eyes and dragged her back to their room, pushing her onto the bed.

"Are you sure?" He mumbled, and she nodded, her eyes darkening slightly. "Because I think it would be really easy." He added, and she laughed softly.

"Oh really? I don't think you'd have any idea what to do if you really did get me in your bed." She teased, taking pleasure as Shane's eyes darkened; with lust or annoyance, she wasn't sure.

"We'll see about that." He pulled her into his arms, and she squirmed free, darting a few feet away. He pouted and she returned to him, kissing him slowly.

"I was just kidding Shane." She breathed into the embrace, wrapping her arms around him and letting him scoop her up and carry her back to the bedroom. "And for the record, I'm not going to sleep with you." She reminded him, tugging at his shirt. He shrugged, sucking on her ear.

"I just need to touch you." He growled, running his hands over her. She arched her back into him, biting her lip. She pushed him away after a moment, fixing her hair.

"I just need to sleep." She whispered, kicking off her jeans and sliding under the blankets. Shane stared at her in disbelief, before joining her. "You're really warm." She snuggled against him, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder. He groaned inwardly; she was doing it again.

"Baby, you know I love you, but you're all pressed up against me, and I'm getting really turned on right now." He murmured in her ear, and she laughed gently.

"I like to tease you." She pressed her hips against Shane's, stifling a moan as he pressed back, letting her feel him. He rested his hands just below her waist, drawing her in and against him. She closed her eyes, her own hands at his back. "Did you ever think your pants were too tight?" Mitchie asked after a moment of silence. Shane picked up his head to stare at her.

"Are you kidding?" She shook her head, laughing. He looked at her, very confused. "Why do you ask then?" She shrugged, rolling her hips against his sensually. He groaned, gripping her tightly and pushing her lower body against his desperately.

"Because if I keep taunting you, like I really want to, eventually, you're going to ruin those jeans. And your ass looks amazing in them, so I'd hate to destroy a pair of perfectly good bright red jeans." She mumbled, thrusting against him for emphasis. He laughed, trying to ignore what she was doing to him.

"You seriously need sleep." He mumbled, kissing her head and laying back down, still holding her tightly against him. "I love you."

So it was a good day at school, kinda. Hopefully that shows through all the "almost-smut" I gave you. Again, if you didn't read the first author's note, ScarlettBlush is hosting the first Camp Rock FanFic Awards. VOTE FOR ME! Please? Haha.

Quick random question of the day. How long are you expecting this to be? Like, how long before you get totally sick of me? Because I can stop anytime. You just gotta tell me that you're bored with me.