Song: Shadows and Regrets- Yellowcard
Requested by: JaBoyYa
Dedication: --
Pairing: Nate x Mitchie (Nitchie)
Nate was now twenty one years old. He wasn't sure where the time has gone, but he was certainly sad when Connect 3…disconnected, as Jason put it. It was a hard day for all three of them, but they knew that was just the way it had to be.
Nate decided to take a drive, just for the heck of it, to Camp Rock. The camp has been closed for a few years, but it had "historical significance" so nobody could demolish it. Nate heard a legend that if you went during the night, you could still hear voices of the past singers.
Sure, Nate wasn't superstitious or anything, but he decided to check it out anyways. He figured it couldn't hurt, and it'd be interesting to reminisce in old memories.
Nate parked his car right in front of the now faded and rustic looking Camp Rock sign. He sighed and looked at the camp, which looked more like a ghost town. He stepped out of his car and looked around. It looked as though no one had stepped foot on the property since the day it closed, but he figured it wouldn't hurt anyone to look around.
"I must be crazy." Nate said to himself.
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The wind blew through Nate's hair as he walked around the camp. The night made it chilly, so Nate pulled in his coat around himself. He walked around what was left of the camp and remembered a girl.
Nate struggled to remember the name, but he remembered that she had an incredible voice. She also had big brown eyes and a smile that could pierce a guy's heart.
Nate smiled to himself, trying to remember her name. He knew that Shane loved her about as much as Nate did. They even sang a duet at the end of Final Jam many, many years ago. Back when Connect 3 was still…connected.
Suddenly, the wind blew harder, and a piece of paper hit Nate's face. He peeled the paper off his skin and read the headline:
Mitchie Torres and Shane Gray, a New Friendship or Something More?
"That was her name!" Nate exclaimed. "Her name was Mitchie…"
Nate looked at the piece of paper in his hands. On it was a short article on Shane and Mitchie's duet, along with a picture of them. Nate smiled at Mitchie's wide smile. The picture in the magazine had been photo shopped. The picture of Mitchie was taken with him in a photo booth.
Nate smiled and put the paper in his coat pocket and kept his hand against it, not wanting to let it go.
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As Nate moved further along in the camp, memories kept finding their way to him. He smiled as he remembered Mitchie's fun, flirty grin.
Nate finally roamed to the cabins. He hesitated, and entered the one that used to be his.
Inside, the furniture was still all there. It was dust covered, but it was there. Nate slid his hand across a dresser, and wiped the dust off on his jeans. He took a breath and walked to the windows, which were now slightly cracked.
The room he was in was freezing, it felt colder than it was outside. Nate shivered and he sat on the bed that used to be his during the summer.
The bed squeaked and groaned as Nate sat down, and the floorboards creaked when the pressure of his feet had been lifted. Nate sighed and stayed on the bed for a few minutes, looking around the room.
For the most part, it was empty. The beds, dressers, and a mirror were still inside, but everything else was gone. Nate got up and walked to the door. He kneeled down near a floorboard by the first dresser and lifted it.
A few years ago, when Nate first came to Camp Rock, he hid a few things underneath a floorboard. Nate was filled with happiness when he saw everything was still there.
A package of now expired gummy worms, a flashlight, letters from his parents, a stick of gum and…a love letter. Nate furrowed his brow and he took the letter that had nearly a hundred hearts on the envelope.
The letter was addressed to him.
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Dear Nate,
If you ever get this letter, then you'll probably realize that I've found your secret hiding place. Okay, so Shane told me, but I don't think you'll mind me leaving a letter there.
This is Mitchie writing to you, and boy do I have a lot to say. You know, tabloids can sure get a lot of stuff wrong. I mean me and Shane? Are they out of there minds?! I'm sure you smiled as you read that. I know you've been trying to get me with Shane for awhile. (Ok, you and Caitlyn, but I figured you were the mastermind behind the plans. Shhh…don't tell her I said that)
But you know I never would have dated Shane, even if you wanted me to. Yeah, this is going to sound incredibly mushy and cheesy and whatnot, but I've fallen for my best friend.
Yeah, I said it. I'm head over heels for you. Don't judge me for it.
I decided to leave this letter here in hopes that you'd find it someday. And I really hope that you like me the same way. If I don't get a reply…well I'll just hope that you haven't checked your "secret" hiding place in awhile.
In the mean time, I'll be missing you. You're going on a long tour, and I know you won't be able to talk to me as much. I'll I have to say is…try. Please. For me.
Have fun with Shane and Jason (and would you please just make that boy a birdhouse already. He's already asked me at least ten times!) And don't forget to call me!
Love,
Mitchie
Nate was caught off guard. He couldn't believe that Mitchie had felt this way about him all this time. He reread the letter, and let his heart soak it in.
The letter was dated August 17, 2008. One of the last days of Camp Rock…many, many years ago.
Nate let his eyes water up. He put the letter in his pocket alongside the article. He wanted them both very much.
Nate closed the floorboard and said, "I'll have to find her someday…"
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Nate left his cabin and let the door slam behind him. He continued walking, finding the sound of the crunching leaves below him to be soothing.
Nate walked around and found the sign that pointed to the lake. Or at least, it did. Now it was broken in half and lying on the ground. Nate sighed. He remembered the way clearly. He went canoeing with Mitchie on occasion, but usually just walked out there to think.
He followed the dirt path to the lake, kicking pebbles along the way. Mitchie's face was plastered on his brain.
"Why do I even think that she's single? She's beautiful. I'll bet someone swept her off of her feet." Nate vented to himself. He looked up at the cloudy sky and was surprised that it wasn't raining today.
He knew he was almost at the lake when he heard the water. He smiled to himself and continued at a brisk pace to the lake, in hopes of being able to clear his thoughts and just think.
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Nate sat down at the dock. During the summertime, when he was a kid, he would often kick of his socks and shoes and dip them into the lake. Nate smiled at the memory of the icy water on his feet. His vision was so vivid that he almost wanted to do it right there and then.
But then Nate remembered that it was early evening and that it was also only about sixty degrees outside.
Nate looked out onto the water. It gently swayed back and forth, keeping time with the wind. He took a deep breath and tasted the slightly salty air in his mouth. He closed his eyes and focused on trying to hear old singing.
Nate couldn't hear anything, "Just an old myth." He scoffed. He sat back and let the wind hit him in the face a few more times before getting up and moving along. He would never admit it, but he really wanted to hear the voices.
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Nate walked to the old stage. He jumped up on it and walked around, ignoring the groans of the old wood. He remembered performing on the stage. He looked out at the bare pathway. He remembered lots of screaming fans used to be there.
Nate smiled and hummed the first few bars of 'Play My Music.' He surprised himself by actually remembering how it went.
"So long ago…" he trailed, jumping off stage and looking around. "Can't believe how long ago that really was."
Nate let his hand brush the stage floor and then drop to his side. He continued walking until he got to the room where Final Jam was held.
Nate put his hand on the door, thinking that it would be locked. The door swung right open. Nate shrugged and walked in. He looked for a light switch and suddenly remembered that there was no electricity anymore. He sighed and squinted, trying to make out figures in the dim light.
And that's when he heard it.
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"Do you know what it's like…to feel so in the dark? To dream about a life…where you're the shining star." The voice was as angelic as it could get, and Nate remembered the song as being the duet.
This however, wasn't "poppy", it was slow and acoustic. Nate smiled. There was only one person who could sing this song both ways, and still show incredibly emotion.
"Mitchie?" he asked. The name echoed throughout the room.
Nate stood there in the darkness, waiting for an answer of some sort. He sighed, figuring that the myth must be right. Either that or he was going crazy. He turned, and headed for the door when he heard, "Yes?"
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Nate squinted and saw a figure move towards him, "Mitchie? Is that you?"
The figure nodded, "Do you want light?"
"Uh…yeah."
Nate heard footsteps, and suddenly a flashlight was turned on. Mitchie was back up onstage and smiled. Nate's jaw dropped. Mitchie hadn't changed one bit. She was older looking, of course, but she just looked like an older, more beautiful, version of herself.
"Surprised to see me?" Mitchie asked, climbing down from the stage and moving towards Nate.
Nate nodded, "I…read your letter."
Nate could tell Mitchie blushed, even in the darkness, "Yeah, well…I…"
Nate leaned in and kissed Mitchie, who dropped the flashlight. When he pulled away, he smiled, even though Mitchie probably couldn't see it, "I feel the same way."
"Good…you haven't changed one bit Nathaniel."
"Same goes for you Michelle."
End
A/N: Not my longest, but I think one of my most descriptive chapters yet…anyways, review please!! And tell friends, family, random strangers on the street…
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