Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place.

OMG, have you seen the new Harry Potter yet? If not, get your ass up and go see it now! You're not allowed to read this chapter until you've seen that movie. It's simply amazing! I've seen it twice already.

Okay, so of those that answered my little survey showed me that we're pretty much all on the same page. Personally, I say DeMena. And that's what got answered the most. Dude, if you answered Delena, slap yo-self. Delena is David and Selena! Not Jalex, that's Justin and Alex (yes, they're different!). And Semi…Yeah, that sounds stupid. Stemi is Sterling and Demi. Semi is just blah. And Lovez is okay, but I don't think is as obvious who the couple is. On youtube, we've decided on DEMENA. And that's what I'm sticking with. So, either say it my way or be wrong. Your choice. Just saying. ;) But seriously, search "Demena" on youtube, and Selena and Demi videos will show up. Search "Delena" and you will get David and Selena videos. So Demena is the correct name. Okay, rant done. Getting on with life…Now.

Saturday morning, Mitchie set out on the streets of New York in search of Caitlyn's apartment. She knew her friend had gotten in the night before and had had to stop herself from rushing over at eleven at night. She was so anxious to talk to her that she was nearly bursting. After sending several texts to Caitlyn and getting no response, and making about five unanswered calls, Mitchie decided the best thing to do was to just go find her.

Caitlyn had given her the address weeks before just so she had it, but Mitchie never expected to have to go out looking for the building by herself. She figured if she would go to Caitlyn's, Caitlyn would actually be with her at least her first time over. But that wasn't the case.

Refusing to take the subway ever again, Mitchie walked. Her map on her phone showed that her friend didn't live too far, but after Mitchie went down the wrong street several times, she still hadn't arrived after twenty minutes. As she walked, she kept her hand on her can of pepper spray in her pocket that her father had gotten her. She hated walking the streets alone. It always made her nervous, and the pepper spray hardly made it any better. She was fairly certain her clumsy self would spray her own face by accident.

She just wished Alex was there with her. Whenever she was around Alex, she felt safe. She craved her hand to hold. Also, she knew all Alex had to do was wave her wand and no harm would come to them. The wizard thing was a definite plus. But Mitchie didn't just want her girlfriend there for safety reasons. She also wanted her there because she missed her. She hadn't seen her since Thanksgiving. Alex had been too busy working at the sub shop. But if Alex could get off early enough, they would try to get together that night.

First, though, Mitchie had to tell Caitlyn that she was dating Alex. She simply couldn't hold it in any longer. She had no one to tell, since she was terrified to tell her parents, and Alex already knew who Mitchie was dating because it was her. And plus she knew Caitlyn would have a fit if she found out Mitchie had kept it from her.

GAP

Nearly an hour after Mitchie left her apartment, she found herself standing outside a really nice apartment complex. It was a palace compared to hers. It even had the little buzzers where you had to press it and talk into it in order for someone to unlock the door just so you could get into the lobby.

Mitchie scanned the list of last names until she found Geller in neat letters next to the door number 3B. She pressed the button, heard a buzzing sound, and waited, shivering in the cold now that she was under the shadow of the building and no longer standing in the sun.

"Yes?" A deep voice asked. Mitchie assumed this was Caitlyn's father.

"Is this Mr. Geller?" She asked timidly into the little box, not sure whether or not she had to hold the button down again to talk and praying it was actually Caitlyn's dad on the other side of that speaker.

"Yes. Who's this?" The voice asked, sounding slightly curious.

"My name's Mitchie Torres," she said, feeling a little stupid to be talking to a machine and not a person. "I'm a friend of Caitlyn's. Is she home?"

"She got in last night, yes."

Mitchie waited for an invitation, hating to invite herself, but when one never came, she sighed.

"May I come in and see her?"

"I suppose so."

Before Mitchie could offer her thanks, she heard a deeper, louder buzzing noise and then a click. She tested the door and sure enough, it opened. She went straight to the elevator, not wanting to stay too long in the extremely nice lobby; she felt out of place. The elevator came almost as soon as she'd summoned it, much unlike the one in her building, which took over a minute most of the time.

Once on the second floor, Mitchie walked briskly to door number three, not wanting anyone to see her. Seriously, she did not want these rich people to look at her. She always felt that people with more money than her were judging her.

She knocked on the door and waited. After a good thirty seconds, she knocked again. She was about to knock a third time when the door swung open.

Mitchie looked at the man standing before her, slightly fearful. He looked kind enough, but was still intimidating. His brown, slightly wavy, hair was brushed back. Upon closer inspection, Mitchie could see that the sides turning gray. Perched on his nose were glasses with rectangular frames. Under his nose, he wore a slight smile. On his body, he wore brown slacks with a navy sweater, a white button down under it.

"Hi," Mitchie squeaked. She had no idea what to make of this man, and that scared her.

"Hello." Mr. Geller stepped back to let her in. "Mitchie, is it?"

"Yes." Mitchie nodded, walking inside. "Nice to meet you."

She waited for him to say it was nice to meet her too, or smile or something like that. But he didn't. He just closed the door and put his hands in his pockets, then began to look her up and down. Mitchie hated this. She felt like she was under a microscope, and it made her squirm under her large winter coat.

"Is Caitlyn in her room?" She asked, just ready to get to what she came here for.

"I guess." Mr. Geller shrugged.

"You guess?" Mitchie raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't seen her all morning." He scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, where is her room?"

"Up the stairs, on the left." He pointed toward a metal spiral staircase at the far end of the living room.

Mitchie internally groaned. Stairs. Great. Why did all of her friends have stairs?

"Thanks," she told Caitlyn's father.

"Yup," was the last thing he said before he retreated to a room just off the living room. Before he shut the door, Mitchie caught a glimpse of a computer sitting on a large oak desk and a bookcase against one wall. She guessed it was his study.

Mitchie shook her head slightly as she crossed the incredible living room, shedding her coat in the warm apartment. She had to remember not to let her jaw drop. The furniture was sleek and stylish, all new age stuff. There was a shelf with over fifty blue-ray movies and nearly a hundred DVDS. Mounted on the wall was a huge flat screen television. And not to mention the vastness of the living room. She could fit her entire apartment in this one room.

As she ascended the staircase, she caught a glimpse of the kitchen, which she'd just noticed. All of the appliances were cutting edge, and it looked like it had never been used because of how clean it was.

When she got to the landing, she took a quick look around. There was only one door to the left, so she turned the knob and pushed it open slowly, hoping that Mr. Geller's left and her left were the same left.

The room was slightly dark, but had a decent amount of light coming streaming in from the curtains hanging over glass French doors, leading out onto a balcony. Clothes littered the floor and Mitchie nearly tripped over Caitlyn's dancing bag when walking in. Yup. This was definitely Caitlyn's room. She turned her head in the direction of deep breathing. Caitlyn's bed was along the bed furthest from the French doors.

Caitlyn lay on her stomach, her face towards Mitchie and her mouth hanging open slightly, making a funny wheezing noise every time she breathed. One hand dangled from the bed, just brushing the light pink carpet, which Mitchie thought was a completely wrong color for any room Caitlyn inhabited. On her face rested few of her light brown curls, which Mitchie moved.

She admired Caitlyn's sleeping face. She really was gorgeous, and Mitchie partially wished they could have had something, but at the same time she really didn't. She knew it wasn't meant to be. Plus, she wouldn't trade Alex for anything.

Caitlyn looked so peaceful in sleep, it almost seemed a shame to wake her…

Mitchie smiled devilishly as she set her coat on the ground and bent down, placing her mouth right near her sleeping friend's ear.

"HEY, CAITLYN!" She said loudly.

"Gah!" Caitlyn jumped instantly, evoking thrilled laughter from Mitchie. She reached a shaky hand over to her bedside table, switching it on. Her bedroom flooded with light, a warm glow illuminating her giggling friend's face. Caitlyn blinked her eyes a few times. "Mitchie," she said slightly crossly. She straightened out her light blue sleeping tank top, which had gotten somewhat disheveled from her frantic jump; she also pulled up her matching blue pajama pants, which were a little too big and had a habit of slipping down when she slept.

"Sorry, Cay," Mitchie said, still laughing a little. "I couldn't resist."

"You're going to be the death of me, I swear," Caitlyn said, running a hand over her tired face. "What are you doing here so early?"

"It's ten, Cay," Mitchie said, pointing to the clock near the lamp, the time lit up in red letters. It read 10:04.

"Which is like seven during the holidays," Caitlyn said with a yawn. "My flight didn't get in until some time after midnight because of some stupid mechanical issues, so we were delayed. Then I was up until almost four unpacking."

"I see that," Mitchie said, scanning the room. It was a complete mess. There were clothes everywhere. "Did you make sure you put everything back where you'd had it before? Do you think that pile of clothes might have been somewhere else?" she asked, pointing to one of the various piles that littered Caitlyn's floor.

"Shut up," Caitlyn said. "This was here before I left."

"Oh, I'm ever so sorry," Mitchie said sarcastically.

"Are you here to insult my cleanliness, or did you want something?" Caitlyn asked grumpily. She hated being woken. "Wait, how did you even know how to get here?"

"One, it's more like lack of cleanliness," Mitchie said with a smirk. "Two, I need to tell you something and you weren't answering my calls or texts because your lazy but was still asleep. And three, you gave me the address, numbskull."

"None of those insults were necessary," Caitlyn said, scooting over to give Mitchie room to sit on the bed as well.

Mitchie kicked off her shoes and climbed into bed with Caitlyn. She pulled the covers over her legs and made herself comfortable.

"Well someone's in a bad mood," she said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm tired, which makes me bitchy." Caitlyn sighed. "Plus, I'm mad at my dad."

"Why?"

"He didn't ask a single question about my trip, and he's barely said two words to me since I've been home," Caitlyn said. "I doubt he even notices." She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hugging them to her. "Trip was great, by the way. I missed my mom terribly. She and I had a great time."

"Well, it's good that you went see her, then," Mitchie said. "But you're right, your dad doesn't seem too talkative."

"He's not abusive or mean. He can and does buy me everything I want. I just…." Caitlyn sighed again. "I just wish I had a relationship with him. I wish I felt like I knew him, but I don't."

Mitchie let Caitlyn's words sink in, fear washing over her. Would her baby feel that way in sixteen years if she never let Shane know that he was a father? Would it make a difference? Would he care? Or would he try to pay her off to keep her quiet so the fact that he had a child wouldn't go public and ruin his reputation?

"Anyway," Caitlyn said, pulling Mitchie from her thoughts, "what brings you here?"

"Uh, I had something to tell you," Mitchie said, shaking her head to clear her brain of Shane. "I felt it was too important for texts over a phone call."

"What is it?" Caitlyn rubbed her still tired eyes.

"Alex and I are dating," Mitchie said, not able to stop the smile that made its way to her face, not that she wanted to.

"Get out!" Caitlyn exclaimed, suddenly very wide awake with a smile of her own creeping onto her face. "How did this happen and how long ago did it happen? Tell me everything!" She knelt, then sitting on the backs of her legs, bouncing a little with enthusiasm.

Mitchie laughed a little as she watched her friend's curls bounce along with her. "Thanksgiving. Alex invited me over, she brought me to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, we got caught up in the moment, and kissed."

"How was it?" Caitlyn interrupted.

"Completely spectacular," Mitchie said with a dreamy look on her face, her brain recalling that very special kiss. "And then we talked about our feelings and fought a little about whether or not we should be together. I told her my worries for the future, she told me we should take it day by day, told me to do what my heart told me, she asked me to be her girlfriend, I kissed her, and then said yes. And the rest is history."

"I'm so happy for you!" Caitlyn beamed, pulling her friend into a huge hug.

"Thanks." Mitchie giggled happily and pulled out of the hug. "I'm happy for me too. I have a really good feeling about this, Cay."

"That's good. You should." Caitlyn patted her hand. "You deserve this, Mitch. After what Shane did to you, you need something good in your life."

"Speaking of Shane…" Mitchie cleared her throat. "You know how he pretty much ruined sex for me?"

"Uh huh, I'd expect so." Caitlyn nodded.

"Well…" Mitchie's face started to get red. "I kind of made a fool of myself with Alex. And I'm not even sure why."

Caitlyn looked at her confusedly. "Okay, elaborate on that."

Mitchie was so embarrassed when she had to live this experience, but to relive it in order to tell it to Caitlyn? She felt like she could die right there.

"Well, Alex and I were in her room," she started. "She was rubbing my shoulders, then she started kissing my neck. It really… Attracted me. I just had an urge to kiss her. So I did. A lot."

"You made out with her?" Caitlyn asked, smirking at how prudish Mitchie could be sometimes. It was cute.

"Yes." Mitchie's face went even redder. "Caitlyn, I wanted her. When Shane and I had sex, I didn't even want him as much as I wanted Alex at that moment. Actually, I didn't want him at all. It just happened."

"So when you say you wanted her…?"

"I wanted to shed every bit of her clothing from her body and fuck her silly," Mitchie said in a low, somewhat deeper voice. Her eyes were darker and distant, her mind not in bed with Caitlyn and her body, but back on Thanksgiving, in bed with Alex.

"Whoa! What the hell? Who are you, and what have you done with Mitchie?" Caitlyn stared at her, her eyes wide with fascination. Her best friend did not talk like that, and she definitely didn't think those dirty thoughts.

"Sorry." Mitchie shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "See what I mean? Cay, I don't know what's gotten into me."

"A baby's gotten into you, that's what!"

"Come again?" Mitchie stared at Caitlyn like she'd lost her mind.

"Honestly, have you done no research about pregnancy?" She shook her head at her friend.

"No," Mitchie admitted.

Caitlyn sighed. "When a woman gets pregnant, her hormones are crazy. Emotions are extreme. Getting aroused takes hardly anything."

"So you're saying…"

"You wanted to jump Alex's bones because you were horny, dummy!" Caitlyn said loudly. "And it's your extra amounts of hormones causing that jump in horniness."

Mitchie's face went an intense shade of crimson. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. And you should be able to get an orgasm like that." Caitlyn snapped her fingers for emphasis.

"Okay, we're done talking about this," Mitchie said quickly, her face still burning brightly.

"Oh, you silly girl." Caitlyn laughed and put her arm around Mitchie, pulling her into her side. Mitchie buried her blushing face in Caitlyn's shoulder as her friend continued to laugh at her extremely embarrassed state.

Alex looked up from the table she was clearing when she heard the door to the restaurant open. Harper stood by the doors, wearing an outfit that was covered with leaves and fall colors on one side and fake snow and Christmas colors on the other.

"Do I even want to know?" Alex asked with a laugh, slinging her towel over her shoulder.

"It's the end of Thanksgiving and beginning of Christmas season," Harper said with a slight pout, sad that her friend didn't get the outfit she'd slaved over for an entire two weeks.

"Yeah, I don't see it. Just get over here and hug me, Crazy." Alex smiled and put down the dishes again, opening her arms.

Harper rolled her eyes but went over and hugged Alex.

"Had a good Thanksgiving?" Alex asked.

"Yeah. It was good seeing Nana Franny, but it wasn't the same as being here," Harper said a little sadly. "How was your Thanksgiving?"

"Fantastic. I think it's my new favorite holiday," Alex said, a sly smile on her face.

"I know that look." Harper pointed a suspicious finger. "What did I miss?"

Alex turned, facing the kitchen. "I'm going on lunch break, Dad!" She called. It was past one in the afternoon, so it was way overdue. "Come on," she said, grabbing Harper by the arm and pulling her to the section that was designed to look like a subway car. No one was there, so it was perfect. She went over and sat in a booth.

"Alex," Harper said excitedly as she slid into the seat across from Alex, knowing this was huge.

"Mitchie and I got together," she said happily, her face lighting up just mentioning her girlfriend's name.

"And you didn't tell me?" Harper exclaimed.

"Shh," Alex motioned for Harper to keep her voice down. "We're not telling our parents yet. And I wanted to tell you in person. And I know you're going to ask for the story, so here it is. Long story short, we watched the parade, kissed, talked, and bam, we're dating. The end."

Harper rolled her eyes. "That's a terrible story. Can I hear one with more detail, please?"

Alex sighed and shook her head. She really didn't feel like going into detail. It was all kind of a blur to her, actually. When she tried to think of it, the scene that played out most intensely in her mind was what happened between her and Mitchie in her bedroom.

The bell above the door rang, signaling someone had come in.

"Oh, look, customer," Alex said, trying to stand quickly to avoid talking to Harper about her hooking up with Mitchie more. After all, they'd kind of agreed to keep it a secret anyway.

"You're on your lunch break!" Harper frowned and grabbed Alex's arm to pull her back into the booth.

Alex looked through the windows of the fake subway car to see who was here. A familiar head of straight brown hair appeared in the middle of the sub shop. Alex smiled at recognition while Mitchie looked around, obviously looking for a particular person.

"Be right back," she said to Harper, though she didn't take her eyes off Mitchie, and pulled her arm from Harper's grasp, starting to walk away.

Harper was about to protest when she saw the look of pure bliss on Alex's face and that bright smile. She followed Alex's gaze to the restaurant, where a girl their age stood. With one look, Harper knew who this girl was. From the way Alex had described her and the way she was acting, this was−without a doubt−Mitchie. Harper smiled and shook her head, deciding to let Alex go, content to spy on them from her seat.

"Hey, you," Alex said sweetly as she walked up to Mitchie.

Mitchie turned, a smile instantly making its way to her face at the sound of Alex's voice. "Hey."

Alex walked straight up to Mitchie and wrapped her arms around Mitchie's waist, pulling the other girl close. Mitchie closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Alex's neck, pressing her mouth to Alex's shoulder. Her stomach erupted in butterflies from being that close to her girlfriend. Her heart leapt with joy also, because she hadn't seen her since Thursday, and it was Saturday. Two days was too long.

When Alex pulled out of the hug, she her smile had grown. "Come on, there's someone I want you to meet." She checked the window to the kitchen to see if her dad was looking or not. When she saw he wasn't, she took Mitchie's hand and led her to the fake subway car.

When they walked in, Harper was fumbling with a menu, trying to look like she'd been reading it the whole time instead of spying, like Alex knew she had been.

"That must be the most interesting menu in the world," Alex said with a smirk when she saw how intently Harper was looking at it. "It's not like you haven't memorized it by heart, either."

It was Harper who blushed this time as she placed the menu back in its holder. "Thought it might have something new," she lied lamely.

Alex shook her head good naturedly. "Harper, I want you to meet Mitchie. Mitchie, this is my best friend Harper."

"Hi," Mitchie said, offering Harper a smile.

"Hi, Mitchie," Harper said, returning the smile. "I've heard a lot about you, though I think maybe not enough." She raised her eyebrows at Alex.

Stop it, Alex mouthed. Harper shook her head, and Alex nodded hers, both continually doing so. Mitchie looked at them curiously. When Alex remembered Mitchie was there and saw she was looking at her, she stopped and plastered a smile on her face.

"Well…See ya in P.E.," Harper said, getting up to leave.

"We don't go to school with you," Alex pointed out.

Harper stared at them for a few moments, before exclaiming, "Bye!" And then she dashed out the door before anyone could say anything else.

"My best friend," Alex said, nodding towards the direction Harper had just fled. "Good timing, Mitch. You've caught me on my lunch break. What's up?" She sat in the booth she had been sharing with Harper previously.

Mitchie sat across from her in the spot Harper had been occupying. "I've just come from Caitlyn's. Didn't feel like going home." She shrugged. "And I wanted to see you," she added sheepishly.

"I've been wanting to see you, too." Alex smiled, reaching across the table and taking Mitchie's hands.

Mitchie smiled a little too, before dropping it. "Actually, there was something I wanted to tell you, too…"

"Okay, shoot."

"Remember how we said we were going to kind of keep us a secret?" Mitchie asked.

"That's a question, not a statement." Alex smirked. "But yeah, I remember. What about it?"

"I told Caitlyn."

"Well I just told Harper."

Mitchie smiled. "We can't keep anything from our best friends, can we?"

"Guess not." Alex laughed. "I hope that goes the same with each other."

"Oh, of course," Mitchie said. "No secrets."

"Good," Alex said with a smile. "Because I want us to be completely honest with each other. When there are secrets in relationships, things get messy."

"Yeah," Mitchie said, averting her eyes. There was a knot in her stomach as a result of the sudden guilt she felt. She'd just agreed to be completely honest with Alex, yet she couldn't bring herself to tell her who was the father of her baby.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Alex asked, squeezing Mitchie's hands.

"I was just thinking about my parents," Mitchie lied. "I think I want to tell them…Tonight. I know we sort of had plans, but I really feel this is important. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Alex said. "And maybe if they take it well, we can do something after." She smiled hopefully.

"Maybe…"

"Well, just call me or text me to let me know what's going on," Alex said.

"Alright." Mitchie nodded. "I should probably go. I don't want to keep you from doing work."

"You don't have to," Alex said. She really didn't want Mitchie to go. She didn't want to work. She just wanted to stay in that booth holding hands with her girlfriend.

"No, you need to work." Mitchie shook her head. "Plus, I'm a little tired. I think I'll go take a nap."

"Okay, but before you go…" Alex smirked and leaned across the table, placing a soft kiss on Mitchie's lips.

Mitchie reveled in the softness of Alex's lips and when Alex started to pull away, she leaned forward to keep the kiss going a little longer. Alex smiled into it but pulled away soon after. Mitchie gave her a hurt look and pouted.

"My dad," Alex said for explanation. "Don't want him to see that. Not yet, anyway. But trust me, if it was my choice, that kiss would have lasted a lot longer and have been a lot deeper." She smirked and scrunched up her nose cutely.

Mitchie blushed a little. "Fair enough."

They both stood and Alex walked Mitchie to the door.

"Remember, call or text me if you talk to them," Alex said as she held the door open for Mitchie. "Promise?"

"Promise," she said. She glanced at the kitchen and saw that Mr. Russo was busy. She quickly swooped in and kissed Alex on the cheek. "Bye." She smiled before walking out the door and onto Waverly Place.

Alex's cheeks turned pink as she closed the door after her girlfriend. In somewhat of a daze, she walked back to the table on which she'd left those dirty plates when Harper walked in.

Mitchie stayed outside the restaurant, watching Alex through the glass of the door. She seemed so happy. Mitchie's gut twisted a little. She hated herself at the moment. Here she was, with an amazing girlfriend that wanted to be completely honest with her, and she'd just lied to her. How could she keep Shane from her? She couldn't do it with a quiet conscience, that was for sure. Okay, so it wasn't lying exactly, but it was omission of information, which could be just as bad.

Alex looked up and saw Mitchie still standing outside. She smiled brightly and waved to her girlfriend. Mitchie smiled weakly and returned a meek wave, her heart bleeding.

She was scum.

Don't be too harsh on Mitchie. She's going through a lot right now. I feel the need to defend my character because I feel her emotions as I write her. Give her some slack. She's trying.

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