AN: WOW!! You guys are amazing! 18 reviews for 1 chapter?? I'm speechless... The only thing I can say is that you're awesome! You're the reason I write, and I dedicate each and every chapter to all of you. You come through for me, like you always do. You guys ROCK!!
Oh yeah, this chapter's mostly Smitchie (with the exception of some unnamed people), as requested by zxMeghanxz. I think Smitchie's been absent from the story for too long, so, as Kevin would say, "I'm bringin' it back!" (Except Kevin was talking about his curly hair, and I'm talking about Smitchie).
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Camp Rock and the Jonas Brothers. But only in my dreams.
Chapter 26 – The Secret's Out (Part 1)
The next morning…
Shane quietly entered Mitchie's room and saw her sleeping peacefully. He smiled, and walked over to her.
Shane's POV: Mitchie looks so beautiful, even when she's sleeping. I'm the luckiest guy in the world, because I have her in my life. I love her so much.
Shane rummaged around in the kitchen, where he'd asked the hotel staff to fill her refrigerator with everything she needed. He pulled out some eggs, bacon, sausages, and waffles, toast, and maple syrup. He even squeezed fresh orange juice into some glasses. Soon, the room was filled with the sounds and smells of breakfast.
"Mmm…that smells delicious!" Mitchie stirred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Shane? You cooked?"
"Yeah," Shane said, "I wanted to serve you breakfast in bed."
"Aww," Mitchie couldn't help smiling. "That's so sweet. Thank you!"
Shane gave her a good morning kiss, which turned into a makeout session.
"Stay there," Shane ordered, when Mitchie tried to get up. He went back to the kitchen to get her breakfast, and then brought it over on a tray.
"Thank you," Mitchie said, between bites. "This is delicious. I didn't know you could cook."
"Yeah, I learned how to cook on tour. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, hungry, and I wouldn't have anything left to eat because Jason and Nate and I ate everything before we went to bed. So I learned from the hotel cooks. They hated making me meals all the time at 3:00 a.m., so they insisted on teaching me."
"That's great!" Mitchie said, grinning. "Now I can always count on you to cook for me."
She laughed as Shane pretended to groan, and he mumbled under his breath, "What'd I get myself into?"
Mitchie finished eating, then let Shane eat the rest. Once they'd finished eating, Mitchie turned to Shane. "So, what are you doing today?"
"I have an interview on TV that I have to do, then we have some free time, and then a concert tonight," Shane said. "What do you want to do for our free time?"
"I don't know, maybe go to a movie or something," Mitchie couldn't think of anything private they could do.
"Sounds good. How about The Dark Knight, or The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor. Or how about Star Wars: The Clone Wars?" Shane suggested.
"Shane, you know I hate scary movies," Mitchie groaned. "I get so scared…"
"I know, and I'll be right there to hold you," Shane reassured her, giving her one of his special glances that he reserved only for her.
"On second thought, that's a great idea," Mitchie caught on quickly. "Let's go to your interview!"
"I knew you'd see things my way," Shane smiled as Mitchie dragged him out the door.
As soon as they exited through the back entrance, they saw reporters and media swarming all over the place.
"Shane, is it true that you're dating Mitchie Torres?" Reporters thrust a microphone into Shane's face.
"Mitchie, how long have you known Shane Gray?" More reporters pushed their microphones at Mitchie.
Photographers began snapping pictures of them walking away quickly from the scene.
"How does it feel to be Shane Gray's girlfriend?" Several other reporters ran after them, hoping to get a comment.
Shane and Mitchie got to his limo, and the driver quickly pushed them inside, then got back in his seat.
"It's crazy out there," The driver said through the speaker. "You OK, Mr. Gray?"
"We're fine, thanks," Shane said, holding the speaker button down. Then he released it and turned to Mitchie. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I should've warned you."
"It's OK, you didn't know," Mitchie said, feeling overwhelmed by all the attention. "Maybe we shouldn't do the whole movie thing then."
Just then, Shane's cellphone rang. "Hey, Uncle Brown," Shane said, as he listened carefully. "What? No, I didn't see it. Wait a second," Shane pulled out the latest magazine from the rack. "OMG, Mitchie, look at this!"
"What is it?" Mitchie looked curious. Then she saw the magazine, and her eyes grew wide. On the cover of the magazine was the headline DOES SHANE GRAY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND? The magazine showed a picture of her and Shane kissing from the night before, just after they came back from dinner.
"OMG," Mitchie turned white. "I can't believe this!"
"OK, Uncle Brown, I got it. Time to do damage control," Shane repeated his uncle's instructions. He hung up the phone, as Mitchie handed him the magazine, unable to look at it any longer. Shane flipped to the article, and began reading aloud.
"Teen heartthrob Shane Gray was recently spotted outside one of the city's most exclusive restaurants with Mitchie Torres, who attended Camp Rock, his uncle's (Brown Cesario's) music camp during the summer. The two were seen kissing, and the question is, how long have they been dating? We'll keep you posted, as soon as we find out more…"
"OMG, my parents are gonna kill me!" Mitchie groaned.
"Relax, Mitchie, I'll take care of this," Shane said, his mind racing.
"How?" Mitchie said. "You're supposed to be single. If you're dating me, I'll be Public Enemy #1."
"No, you'll always be my Mitchie," Shane kissed her, hoping to wipe her frown away. It didn't work.
"Shane, what are we going to do?" Mitchie worried.
"Mitchie, it'll be OK. I'll handle it," Shane repeated. Mitchie looked upset, but it was what Shane said, that he'd handle it, that hurt her the most.
They rode the rest of the way to the interview in silence.
When they got there, they were met with reporters and TV personnel, just as many as before.
Shane and Mitchie didn't hold hands, so as not to draw even more attention to their situation.
"Shane, there you are," his assistant said, coming over. "Are you ready for this?"
"I was born ready," Shane said confidently. "Let's do this."
Mitchie followed him onto the stage.
"And we're back with Shane Gray, lead singer of Connect 3, and center of a recent development. Last night, you were spotted kissing Mitchie Torres, who attended your uncle's summer music camp. Any comments on that?" The host said.
"Yeah, I'd like to clear things up. Mitchie and I are definitely dating," Shane said, causing many people watching to gasp in surprise. "We've been dating since the last week of my uncle's camp."
"Mitchie, any thoughts?" The host asked, curious.
"Um…" Mitchie thought fast, but couldn't think of anything. "Shane pretty much said it all."
"Shane, do you think this will affect your tour?" The host questioned.
"Yes, I know it will. Mitchie's been great, she inspires me to write the kind of music that I need to write. She brings the best out in me," Shane admitted.
"Wow, Mitchie, what high praise. Especially coming from the hottest teen superstar himself. What's your secret?" The host wondered.
"Secret? There's no secret, I just…" Mitchie trailed off, clearly caught off guard.
"She knows exactly what I need, and she helps me get through tough times," Shane came to Mitchie's rescue.
"She definitely does, doesn't she?" The host smiled, and said, "Now it's time for us to see the results of the poll we put online a few minutes ago. What do viewers think of your relationship? Let's see…" The host waited until the results flashed across the screen.
"Hmm…it looks like 56 of you think Shane is better off single, and 36 of you think that he and Mitchie would make a great couple. And 8 of you aren't sure either way. Mitchie, what are your thoughts on these results?"
"I…um…" Mitchie didn't want to sound upset or anything, but she didn't know what to say to make herself sound good.
"What Mitchie's trying to say is that she's just as unsure of how to respond to your opinions as you are of Mitchie and me dating," Shane added, trying to be helpful. "The point is, Mitchie and I really understand each other, and she's great, she's perfect. Just give her a chance, guys. I'm not just saying that because she's sitting right next to me. I'm saying it because I've gotten to know her pretty well, and she's my best friend, as well as my girlfriend. I can tell her anything, and I know she'll understand my perspective. She's awesome that way."
"There you have it, everyone," The host said. "Shane and Mitchie are here to stay, and I'm afraid that's all the time we have for today. Email us your thoughts on their relationship at…"
Once they got off the air, Mitchie breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad that's over."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that, babe," Shane looked sympathetic at Mitchie. "You wanna get out of here?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Mitchie gave Shane a small smile.
They went outside, where the limo was, but it wasn't there. Probably because there were a million reporters in the area, and the closest parking was a few miles away.
"Come on," Shane said, as they spotted reporters running toward them. Shane grabbed Mitchie's hand and jumped in the nearest car, a blue convertible.
"How'd you know how to hotwire a car like that?" Mitchie asked, as Shane started the engine and sped away.
"I've had to get away from reporters a lot," Shane said. "I know how to pick locks, start cars with no keys, and all cars are basically the same." (AN: I really don't know if all cars are the same when it comes to hotwiring, I just took a wild guess. And I'm in no way suggesting that anyone do that, since it's ILLEGAL. Or at least I think it is. And if it isn't, it should be. Anyway, I have no idea how to do that, even if I want to, which I don't.).
"Wow," Mitchie said, as Shane looked over at her, smiling.
"You OK?" Shane said, noticing Mitchie's expression. He noticed a few cars following them. Paparazzi again. But he didn't want to worry Mitchie. Shane turned his attention back to Mitchie.
"Did I sound OK? Or did I sound unprepared?" Mitchie worried.
"You did fine, I would've done worse if it were my first time," Shane said, recalling his first interview. He remembered feeling sick to his stomach, and running out of the interview when the camera zoomed in on him. He told Mitchie, and she laughed. Shane relaxed as he saw Mitchie smiling again.
Shane's POV: I love it when Mitchie smiles and laughs. Her smile lights up a room.
"SHANE, LOOK OUT!" Mitchie's scream cut into Shane's thoughts.
Shane swerved, and then…
CRASH!!
AN: I know, I'm evil for leaving you with a cliffhanger. But I just couldn't resist (smiles evilly). What happened? Is Shane OK? Is Mitchie OK? What happens next? I don't know, so please tell me.
Please review, I'd really appreciate it. Now go click on that purple button! Or gray. Or orange, black, white, clear, dot, red (Joe's favorite crayon color…all 5 of them. Or maybe it's 4, since clear really isn't a color, and dot definitely isn't. I love when Joe's being himself. He's so funny. And yeah, I know Joe's favorite color is blue. But he did say those five colors in an interview once.). But you get my point…just review, OK? Please and thank you (crosses fingers for luck).
And I was just wondering something else. Does anyone like the song I'm Gonna Getcha Good? I love that song! I wonder why they didn't put it on their album. And Be Be Good. And A Little Bit Longer. I think those are my 3 favorite songs. I also like Got Me Goin' Crazy, and Shelf, and Live to Party (I can't stop listening to that song), and Video Girl, and well... all of them! I'm seriously addicted, and I definitely need help. But I don't want any, because I have major OJD! (Cranks up Live To Party and starts singing and dancing along to the music).