I hope to start a regular updating habit. :) I love typing, I just don't have the time. I might not update much the next few weeks because the end of school is coming and I have finals, blah blah blah. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter! I added something extra special near the end... ;)
Things I own: A signed iPod (from Days Difference), the JONAS game on Nintendo DS, and a camera.
Things I do not own: Camp Rock. What a pity.
Walking back to my cabin was the easy part, I had to think about each step to distract me, trying not to fall for I couldn't see that well with all the tears in my eyes. Going into the cabin, however, was a whole different matter. It was starting to get dark and I could see the cabin lights on with a few people inside. I hesitate at the door before going in.
"Hey Mitch, we were just doing mani-pedis before dinn-" Caitlyn stopped what she was saying when she looked up and saw my tearstained face. "Oh gosh, Mitchie, what happened?" she asks as she gets up and walks over to me.
I just shake my head and slowly walk over to my bed as if I'm in a daze. I guess I am, I never imagined this would happen. "I broke up with Shane," I whisper, my voice too hoarse to speak louder. Caitlyn, Peggy and Ella all glance at each other with shock.
I close my eyes and wrap my arms around my body, also pulling up my legs to complete my fetal position. Maybe I'm taking this too far, I mean, it's not like I was married to him… who am I kidding, it still hurts.
"Ella, don't we have that… thing to do?" Peggy says, breaking the silence surrounding us (except for my soft sniffles).
"That thing? What thing?" Ella asks confused. Peggy sighs while Caitlyn just slightly shakes her head, she's still watching me with concern in her eyes.
"You know, that… thing?" Peggy tries again. When Ella looks at her cluelessly, she sighs and grabs Ella's arm. "Here, let's go back to our cabin so I can explain what it means," she says as she drags Ella out of the room. Once they're out of the room, Caitlyn sits down next to me and starts rubbing my back.
I look up after a few silent minutes. Caitlyn gives me a small smile, making me give her a weak one back.
"Why'd you break up with him?" she asks after a moment.
I close my eyes. "There's something wrong," I confess. "Shane was never like this before. He's having weird mood swings and snapping at me for little things. I asked him and he said he couldn't tell me. I can't have a lying boyfriend…"I trail off and look down. Was breaking up with him the right thing to do?
"Are you sure breaking up with him was the right choice?" Caitlyn ask me. I look up at her in shock; she basically said what I was just thinking.
"I… I don't know. I mean, I deserve more than to be lied to, right?"
"Maybe, but doesn't Shane deserve another chance? And what if he needs your help?" Caitlyn points out.
I drop my face to my hands. "I guess, but there's not much I can do now," I mumble through my fingers.
"Maybe not you, but I can do something," she says softly. I look up at her questionably. "I'm going to go talk to Nate, are you going to be okay for an hour?"
I nod and she slowly leaves the room, looking at me one last time to make sure I'll be okay.
Caitlyn's POV
I leave our cabin and head over to Nate's. Maybe he has some of the answers Mitchie and I are looking for. I almost open the door when I realize someone else is in there with him.
"Nate, you don't understand, I just… I CAN'T!" I hear Shane yell, his voice shaky.
"Why not, Shane? All you have to do is tell Mitchie and it'll all-"
"No, Nate, you don't understand. I want to, you have no idea how much I do, but I CAN'T! Please, just fuck off," Shane finishes, storming out of the cabin. He almost runs into me but I jump to the side unnoticed by him in his rage. I catch a glimpse of his face before the darkness engulfs him and see that it's covered in tears.
Nate walks to the doorway and sighs, looking at the place Shane had disappeared to. I quietly walk out of the shadows and into the light, catching Nate's eye. He looks over at me and weakly smiles, holding out a hand. I take it and we walk in together silently.
"So how much of that did you hear?" Nate tiredly asks me while rubbing his face. He sits down on his bed.
"Just the end," I whisper. After such a loud fight, it doesn't seem right to talk normally. Nate nods but stays silent, his face hidden in his hands.
"I'm sorry," I say after a moment. "It must be hard having your best friend blow up on you…"
"It's not your fault," Nate says, shaking his head. "I don't know what's wrong with Shane, but he really needs to get his act together." Nate motions for me to come over. I slowly walk over to him and gently sit down next to him on the bed. He pulls my head so it rests on his shoulders then puts his head on top of mine.
"Why is it that we're always pulled into Smitchie drama?" Nate smiles at my question, he's the one who started calling them Smitchie. "I mean, when is it ever about just us?"
"I don't know," Nate whispers. He kisses my forehead before continuing. "I know what you mean, it seems like drama revolves around Shane and Mitchie, but they're our best friends, it's our duty to help them."
"But Nate, they shouldn't be fighting this much," I sigh before turning to him. "Look at us. We've never had a major fight, and yet they've had two huge ones in the past year."
Nate frowns. "But the first fight wasn't really anyone's fault but Frank's… and mine," Nate says, closing his eyes at the last part. Before I could butt in (as he knew I would), he started talking again. "And the second fight is only because Shane is being a butthead." I laugh at Nate's 'immature' word usage. It's not often you see it. He's usually well spoken. "If Shane will just tell Mitchie what's wrong, they wouldn't be in this mess."
"But that's the thing, they are in this mess. You don't see us getting in a huge fight every six months," I point out.
Nate sighs. "You're right."
"Maybe they're not meant to be… maybe they should just break up." I look at Nate after he doesn't talk for a few moments. He looks down at me with a grim smile and sorry eyes; he agrees. He can't even deny it.
"Actually," Nate says after a bit, "they kinda already did break up, you know?" I smile and lay down on his bed, causing him to come down with me. He moves his hand to my waist and pulls me closer. I close my eyes. All that talk about Smitchie not meant to be together made me think that maybe Nate and I are supposed to be together. We get along so well, and I can never see a fight like that in our future… I wonder if Nate feels the same.
I gather up all my courage before turning to Nate. He's staring up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look, but as soon I turn to him, he looks down at me. We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity before I slowly sit up. Nate moves to get up with me but I put my hand on his chest and push him down. He gazes up at me as I straddle him, something I know he's slightly uncomfortable with. The talk I had with Mitchie's mom really opened my eyes…
"Nate," I whisper. He nods, his eyes still connected with mine. "You love me, right?" I ask, even though I'm 99% sure he loves me.
"Of course," he murmurs, sitting up so that I'm now on his lap. His arms wrap around my waist while mine go straight for his neck. I can feel his breath fanning across my face, so I lean in until our lips gently touch. Nate's hands massage my back before he holds on to my hips and turns us around so that I'm laying on the bed and he's on top. My fingers weave through his hair as he moves his lips against mine. This is totally against what the normal Nate would do, but that's okay with me.
Nate softly rubs his tongue against my lips, surprising me. Up to now, the furthest we've gone were little pecks here and there. Tonight, that might just change.
I let him in and his tongue swoops around my mouth. It feels so good that I accidentally let out a moan. Nate smirks against my lips but otherwise doesn't react. I decide to get some revenge and I slowly rub my tongue against his. He eagerly responds, so I (reluctantly) separate our mouths and place my mouth at the base of his neck. He moves his head to the side to give me better access as I suck on his sensitive skin. Right when I start wondering how long it'll take, Nate lets out a long moan. I giggle; I never thought I'd see the day when I'd make Nate moan. He usually stops us way before this point. Nate groans.
"What's so funny?" he asks, rubbing his nose to mine.
"You are," I smile widely. Nate chuckles.
"Let's see how funny this is," he mumbles against my lips. Just as I push my lips to his, the cabin door opens. Nate quickly removes himself from me, leaving me flushed on the bed.
"Shane?" Nate asks the figure at the door. Shane slowly looks between us in slight disbelief.
"I just wanted to talk, but, uh… I'll come back later I guess…" Shane says, amusement laced in his words. This is totally different from the Shane I saw leave the cabin earlier.
"Oh no, umm, I guess you can stay, man," Nate says while scratching the back of his neck. He looks at me speechless then looks back to Shane.
"Yeah, I gotta get back to Mitchie…" As soon as I say her name, I know it's a mistake. Shane flinches and looks down. "Sorry," I mutter as I quickly leave the cabin. That trip achieved nothing.
How embarrassing.
Oh that Shane, always ruining things. ;) Reviews would be lovely. :D