A/N: Hey guys :) So I'm back with another new chapter. This one is kind of uneventful, but the story will be picking up very soon- the next chapter, actually. Also, just to let you all know, my computer crashed. It just popped & bam, won't turn back on. Hence, I had to write most of this chapter on my dad's laptop, and I'm not used to his keyboard, so I apologize in advance for any misspellings/grammer issues, this keyboard completely throws me off (haha). Anyways, enjoy this chapter & if you'd like, please leave a review when you're done. :D
P.S Yes, I meant for the song lyrics to be at both the beginning & end of this chapter :)
Disclaimer: Duh. I don't own Camp Rock or I wouldn't be here on FF... I'd be making Camp Rock 3 :D
Give me your hand
Come walk with me girl
Nothing's that far when your near
So come even closer to me
Something so easy to do, and I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes...
[Shane's POV]
I stared as Mitchie grew smaller and smaller, the bus taking us father and father apart. It felt like I was letting go of a part of me, as if I was loosing the one thing in my life that I actually, truly cared about. I couldn't believe that the record company had insisted on a fall tour, and I couldn't believe that Nate had signed us up for it in the first place. Fools, pitiful fools. Also, just so we're clear, I'm not 'reverting back to my old ways', I'm just releasing a little of my frustration. It's perfectly normal and we all do it at some point in life- don't go getting all worked up over nothing.
"Come on, Shane, you'll see her again soon." Nate clapped his hand on my shoulder, and I took the time to turn around and smile at him, which is something that at one point, I never would've done. Not even in my dreams, and I'd had some pretty insane dreams. I'll just avoid that subject for now, though, since I don't really want to get into the full extent of insanity that my dreams held. It seemed safe to say that was an unsafe subject... ha, detect my ironic sarcasm? Ok, since I'm probably scaring you, I'll stop now. This is just what happens when I eat too much sugar, which we happen to store a lot of on the tour bus.
"Yeah I know, but right now it just feels so... final." I sighed, taking a deep breath of air as I leaned back in m chair, propping my legs up on the couch next to me. Nate glanced at my feet but said nothing, although I'm almost positive I saw his lips tighten slightly. Typical Nate, he should know that just because Mitchie had 'changed' me didn't mean that she had done a full 180 turn, she wasn't a miracle worker... or was she?
She certainly had managed to weasel her way into my heart (or was it the other way around - she hadn't been all too fond of me in the beginning even though I had fallen head over heels for her) Mitchie... I missed her already. Just knowing I couldn't be there to hug her, to comfort her when she needed, to love her, it hurt. I wanted to jump off the bus, run back to here, spin her around, and announce I wasn't going to do the fall world tour, but rent a house near her so we could be with each other all the time. As much as I wanted too, I knew I couldn't. Nate would probably kill me, and Mitchie might think I was being a bit clingy. Plus the label might not like that...
"Shane, is your head in la la land again?" Jason asked, his hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head. Gosh, I don't know why he insisted on straightening it when it looked perfectly fine curly. "Or is it called day dreaming... I always can get mixed up." Jason sighed, as if this 'intense thinking' was giving him a headache, and he sat down promptly. I love Jason (in a brotherly way) but sometimes, he can be a little air-headed (ok, a lot). Poor Jason, he really couldn't help it. Oh well- he had always been the happy one of Connect 3 as a result. Lucky Jason.
"Yes, actually, I'm thinking about Mitchie." I replied softly - at one time, I would've snapped back and watch Jason cower, but now I realized how mean that would really be, and I actually felt bad about all the times I'd done it before. It was wrong to treat Jason as if he was just an annoying child, even if sometimes he did act like it. At least now, I recognized that- and it was all thanks to Mitchie. My amazing, beautiful Mitchie. Mitchie... I couldn't get her face out of my head, or our last moments together.
It was then I realized we'd never officially said our goodbyes.
[Mitchie's POV]
I couldn't stop myself from rambling on about the wonderful time I'd had at Camp Rock, but it seemed that Aunt Clara was happy to listen. When I finally told her about Shane, I saw the knowing smirk on her face and I couldn't stop myself from blushing.
"So, this Shane..." She trailed off, leaving me to finish the rest. I turned a deeper shade of red. It wasn't that dating Shane was embarrassing to say (not at all, it was a rather proud thing that I was able to say that), it was just that telling my aunt was a little weird. I glanced away from her, playing around with my fingernails, and Aunt Clara laughed at my embarrasment. Well, at least someone gets amused from my flushed cheeks and fiddling hands.
"We're dating." I admitted, and Aunt Clara's face lit up with a pure joy I'd never seen on her face before. "He's amazing, and perfect." I sighed, Shane's face filling my head as a smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Shane... I wondered how long it would be before I saw his face again, how long I'd have to go without having him holding me in his arms, when the whole world melted away and it was just him and I. Just Shane and I, minus the rest of the world.
"Aww, honey, I'm proud of you." She smiled, pulling me into a one-handed hug, and suddenly I felt slightly uncomfortable. This seemed like a mother-daughter kind of conversation (especially with her response), and I wasn't sure how much I liked the idea of having one with Aunt Clara. She was only my aunt, after all. I resisted from pulling away, though, for her sake. Just so that she didn't think I was reverting back to my old ways- I never wanted to go back to those dark days. Never, ever, ever again would I revisit those days where I hated life, where I doubted every path I took, where I attacked my aunt at random moments for no apparent reason, where I was forced to see Dr. Walters every day because of my 'issues'. Those days were done and gone, never to return... I'd make sure of it.
"Mitchie." Sierra didn't try to hide the disdain in her voice from coming through. Her voice was cold and cutting, and I couldn't help but flinch. At the one time in my life I'd needed my best friend most, she'd left, turned against me, and had joined the enemy. I almost found it hard to believe, except for the fact that even life itself was against me right now. I stopped at the sound of her voice, spinning around on my heels and facing her, a cold glare in my eyes. She hadn't tried to even be polite, so neither was I. I never was one who would smile and 'fake it with the best of them', so to speak, when I was angry or disliked someone. I wasn't going to be a hypocrite.
"Sierra." I gave her a one-worded, snappy answer, not attempting to even make peace. It wasn't worth it - the one time I needed her, she fled and left me to choke on all the dust she'd stirred up. It wasn't fair- it wasn't right, and I was going to make sure that she knew it. It wasn't right that she turned against me and treated me like dirt, all because I 'wasn't myself'. Of course I wasn't going to be myself- I'd just lost both my parents and was living with an aunt who thought I needed therapy... yeah, I think that pretty much qualifies me to change a little. I wasn't going to be my happy, perky self - it just wasn't going to happen.
Sierra rolled her eyes at me, snapping me out of my previous thoughts and back into the 'real' world. Oh, how I hated being both lost in my thoughts and being totally aware of everything happening, or that had happened, around me. Either way, in both worlds the pain I felt made my heart ache, made my body tremble, made me want to scream and cry and find some way to release it. Unfortunately, that way was usually by exploding on innocent people. Fortunately, though, Sierra was no innocent person. Far from it, in fact, considering she's turned up her nose at me ever since my life went down the drain. Some friend, ha.
"Anyways," She dragged out the word, her tone suggesting she was already bored with our little run-in, "You're in front of my locker, get your butt moving." She growled, and I froze, anger mixing with disbelief that she would even be so rude- we were friends once. That had to count for something... right? She couldn't be serious- I was still waiting for the laughter to come, and her stick out her tongue at me while saying she'd 'got me this time'. But this time, it never happened. Her glare was cold and harsh, and her expression held no laughter, not even the slightest trace of happiness. I couldn't believe this was really happening- I pinched myself, maybe it was all just a bad dream, but no, I flinched in response, straightening to face her. Now that I'd gotten over my inital shock, I was angry. Very, very angry. And anyone who knew me, knew that was I was angry... "She was insane, crazed, I tell you- they really should lock her up" had been the last response I'd overheard when I'd lost my temper.
"Are you serious?" I hissed, drawing the attention of many surrounding students (I really didn't care what they thought of me though) as I stepped forwards, meeting Sierra's cold glare with one of my own. I wasn't about to back down to someone who didn't deserve my respect (aka the fact that she could have her own opinion when she really knew nothing about what was going on in my life). "Please, Sierra, I know you're not..." my hands were shaking - not from anger, or anything like that, but because I was afraid. Afraid that when I did blow up on her, it would permanently damage any hope of ever recollecting our friendship forever, afraid that Aunt Clara would send me back to Dr. Walters for more therapy once she found out, and most importantly afraid of what I was going to do next. I didn't want to hurt Sierra...
"Of course." Sierra's voice had gotten harder, or maybe I was just sensing her anomosity towards me, which wasn't hard to find, actually. The air felt thick around us, as if it knew we both we in some kiknd of danger right now. It was mostly her, I believe. "What, did you think just because we were 'friends' before that I would just 'forgive & forget'?" I knew her words meant more than just the fact that I was standing near her locker, this ran much deeper. Her words were hinting at the root of our problems... I turned away from her, a pain stabbing at my heart as I thought about how far we'd come- never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that she would turn on me like this. Before, it just hadn't been an option- we'd been so close we'd called each other sisters. Of course, we haven't done that in quite a while. Not since she stabbed me in the back and joined the enemy's side.
"Just back off Sierra, you don't know anything." I snapped, perhaps harsher than I needed too. "Just go away." I hissed, knowing that the pain from her betrayal would never fully go away. It would always be there, always be a part of me, always be the missing piece I could never find. Forever broken, forever lost...
[Mitchie's POV]
"Mitchie..." Aunt Clara's voice snapped me out of my previous daze, and I immediately returned my attention to her, thankful for stopping my memories in their tracks- I didn't want to think about what had happened next on that day, I didn't want to remember any of the rest of that day's events. Thankfully.
"Yeah?" I replied, still having to force the memories back, because they wanted nothing more than to be remembered. Flinching slightly, I forced a smile, but when I caught sight of Aunt Clara's expression, it quickly faded. "What's wrong?"
"Well, nothing really," Aunt Clara promised, quickly hiding the uncertain, somewhat-nervous look in her eyes, and smiling back at me. "Actually, it's rather good news." She continued, and I tilted my head as I waited for her to finish. "Well..." She smiled again,as if hesistant to finish her sentence. Maybe now she realized she didn't want to say anything at all. "Actually..."
"Yes?" I pushed, wondering what in the world could make Aunt Clara reconsider even telling me. Aunt Clara glanced at me, a look of both fear and hope, and finished her eventful statement.
"They found your father."
Give me your hand
Come walk with me girl
Nothing's that far when your near
So come even closer to me
Something so easy to do, and I fall into the ocean
Inside of your arms
Taking me deeper where all the pain goes away