Hey there people! Sorry it took so freaking long to update. I was in California visiting my dad for Christmas break and when I got back my computer had to get fixed so it was gone for a little over a month. And that brings us to about mid-February when I got sick. You know what? Screw excuses. Even though all of that is true, my biggest problem is pulling myself away from everybody else's stories! They are all so amazing and I love reading them. Keep up the good work everyone! I'm going to try and update this story faster because there's only a few more chapters left and I'm eager to start a few other stories. I have some possible one shots in mind and a possible collaboration story with someone so I need to churn this one out! Anyways, enough author stuff; on to the story!
Cookies, cupcakes, any kind of sugary substance for everyone who reviewed; thank you all so freaking much!!!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately still don't own Camp Rock....if I did, the JB purity rings would be non-existent, if you know what I mean.
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"Any ideas on what to wear, Mitch?" Caitlyn asked for the twentieth time in the past hour.
Mitchie glared at her. "For the love of god, Cait! Why the fuck does it matter?! It's a shitty football game!"
Caitlyn had been whining and bitching ever since they got back to Mitchie's house. Questions such as 'what should I wear?' and 'I don't know what to do Mitch! Help?' were being used so many times it wasn't even funny. To be honest, it was getting on Mitchie's last nerve and she was about to knock Cait out.
"But Mitchie!" Caitlyn whined, "What if Nate doesn't like what I'm wearing? How would you feel knowing that your best friend lost any chance she ever had with Nate Grey because you wouldn't help her choose an outfit?"
Mitchie looked up from her magazine and glared at her again. "I don't care. I'm not helping you with fucking clothes."
Caitlyn forced her bottom lip out and pouted. "Please Mitch...please?" she said and finished with her signature puppy dog pout.
Making the mistake of looking up, Mitchie sighed at Cait's face; it got her every time. She heaved a heavy sigh and finally got up to help her friend out. "Whatever."
With a squeal and huge hug, Caitlyn bounced around the room over towards Mitchie's closet and threw the doors open. She immediately started throwing clothes everywhere, trying to find that perfect outfit.
"Skirt? No. Baby doll top? No. Dress? No! Mitch! You don't have anything to wear!" Caitlyn cried.
Mitchie pushed her friend out of the way and started to rifle through her closet to find her own outfit first, then help Cait. "I have plenty to wear, you're just too damn picky."
Caitlyn stood off to the side and pouted while Mitchie pulled out a pair of demolished jeans and a black band shirt. She smiled happily and changed into her clothes before looking over at Cait. "See how easy that was?"
"Oh shut it. It's not like you actually have to try to impress anybody, you're fucking gorgeous." Cait started to pout again and playfully glared at her best friend. "Anyways, what band is that? I don't think I've ever heard of them."
Mitchie looked down at her shirt and smirked. "It's Jon and Brett's band. Uh Oh! Explosion is the name of their band and Pop Fascist is the name of their second CD."
"Oh, okay. That's cool. We'll have to go to one of their shows sometime."
"Totally." Mitchie replied and walked over towards her closet again. "Now, let's find an outfit for you girly."
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"God damn it's hard finding an outfit for you." Mitchie stated, laying back on her bed. "'No Mitchie, I don't want him to think this.' 'No Mitchie, I don't want him to think that!' Next time pick out your own damn clothes!"
"Aww...but Mitchie-kinz! I love my outfit!" Sugary goodness was oozing out of all of her words, it was quite annoying actually. Caitlyn twirled around in front of the long mirror, admiring her outfit. Who ever thought that black leggings and a black mini-jacket (I have no idea what they're actually called, sorry)would look cute with a short silver sun dress and silver ballet shoes. She especially loved the black heart necklace Mitchie made her wear.
"That's not what you were saying before..." Mitchie grumbled. "What are you doing with your hair?"
Caitlyn looked thoughtful for a moment then shrugged her shoulders. "I won't even mess with it. If I do, I'll completely fuck it up so let's just move on to make-up, shall we?"
Mitchie grimaced and sat up on her elbows. "Do we really have to worry about make-up, Cait? It's just a couple of Jersey boys for crying out loud! Since when do we stress about guys, seriously."
The smile on Cait's face slowly turned into a frown. Her whole face eventually contorted into a desperate look, almost begging Mitchie not to make her talk about it. Girly crap was definitely not her thing, but that didn't mean she didn't have her moments. Was she not allowed to want to look good for a guy? They were already Juniors in high school and she'd never had a serious boyfriend, then again, neither had Mitchie. Caitlyn was tired of silly flings and she wanted an actual relationship with Nate Grey.
"Whatever, Cait," Mitchie relented, hating to make her friend sad, "but you better hurry up because we have to pick them up in half an hour to go to the game. Might I suggest a light eyeliner?"
"You most certainly may." Cait grinned and ran towards Mitchie's make-up and smaller mirror.
'What a wack-job...' Mitchie shrugged and slipped her Converse on. 'Like hell I'm going to try and impress some guy. Not like it'd do any good anyways.'
Almost non-existent self-esteem? Check. Clothes and other crap? Check. Now it's off to go get the boys!
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They drove up to the large house and sat in awe at the curb. Two stories and five gorgeous cars? The girls were sold.
"It's too beautiful. Commoners like us shouldn't even be allowed the honor to look at a house this nice." Cait said, still completely star-struck.
"Who knew Brownie's house was in such a nice area? I always knew he lived in a big house based on the address and all, but shit. This is fucking ridiculous, dude."
"The guys have nicer cars though."
"Oh what the fuck ever." Mitchie said quickly. "Brownie has a '72 Impala. Sure the guys have a-OH MY GOD! IS THAT A 2004 SALEEN S7?!!"
Chuckling could be heard as the two girls whipped their heads around towards the front door. The three Grey brothers stood there in all of their glory, laughing at the foolish mortals who had never seen such nice cars in their lifetimes.
"Yeah, that would be mine." Shane said proudly, looking at Mitchie's jaw sitting comfortably on the ground.
She snapped it shut just in time to stop the drool, but the intent was obvious. "C-can I have it?"
He looked at her stupidly for a few moments before realizing that she was serious. "Are you stupid? If I'm not even allowed to drive it, why the hell would I let you? I just met you today." Shane looked over at his brothers with the same dumbfounded look. "California chicks are weird."
Mitchie glared at all three boys and looked over at Caitlyn for her support, but it wasn't there. She was instead staring at none other than Nathaniel Grey and his tight pants that he had obviously borrowed from his older brother. "Oh for the love of...never mind. Just get in the car and let's go. Please?"
The Grey brothers laughed and jumped in the back of Mitchie's car and they were off to the game.
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Of course the bleachers were already packed when they arrived so they had to fight for seats at the bottom. Because, you know, that's just their luck.
"This is fucking stupid," Mitchie seethed, pushing through a group of girls to sit down. "It's a stupid football game for crying out loud! Why the hell are so many people here anyways? Our team never wins. Ever! Stupid people..."
Shane, Nate, Caitlyn, Jason and Ella (who met up with them) followed silently, each rolling their eyes in turn. She had been complaining about the football team and the game ever since they had gotten into the car and it was getting on all of their last nerves.
"Torres! Shut the hell up! I'm tired of your bitching. Just sit down so we can watch the game, okay?" Shane yelled, finally done listening to her.
Mitchie looked up at him after sitting down and grumbled. "Stupid Jersey kids..."
Shane sighed and bent forward to look passed Nate to Caitlyn. "Is there any way I can shut her up?"
Caitlyn got an evil grin before whispering something into Shane's ear. With each word, his face lit up more and more until finally he had a cocky smirk. "This is perfect, Cait. I get her to stop talking and it's something I want to do. You are an evil genius."
She shrugged her shoulders lightly, the same evil smile still intact. "It's a gift I'm afraid. Mitchie herself has helped me hone it."
Shane had already turned his attention to Mitchie though and was working out a way for this plan to work without it turning out badly. The best way to go was simple, but how simple he did not know. Should he just do it? Or should he attempt small talk first? Oh god, what if he completely screwed it up?! Shit. He wrung his hands, casting nervous glances in her direction.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to just go with it. "Mitchie?"
"What's up?" she asked and looked him in the eyes, all traces of annoyance gone. She obviously secretly liked the game.
"If I do something, you have to promise not to slug me, no matter how stupid it is. Okay?"
"It can't be that bad, Shane. Whatever, go ahead." And Ella was supposed to be the ditzy one? Before she could actually think about what he was asking to do, his lips descended upon hers in a chaste kiss. It ended almost as soon as it started and when Shane pulled away, he wore a nervous smile on his face.
"So...what did you think?" he asked cautiously, shifting his eyes back and forth.
Mitchie was stunned into silence. 'I can't believe he did that. I can't believe he did that!' was all that ran through her head as she stared at him in shock. She finally tried to stutter out a sentence, but it went even worse than she had imagined. "You....I....we....what?"
"Listen, if you really hated it that much you can slap me or whatever, I probably deserve it."
Mitchie sat there, her eyes glazed over in confusion. Did that really just happen?
Shane took her silence as a bad sign and buried his head in his hands, repeatedly mumbling, "Idiot, Idiot, IDIOT!"
Mitchie recovered from her initial shock and smiled deviously. "Oh Shane..." she drawled out the 'a' in a teasing manner.
He looked up and held his breath, waiting for the slap that he was sure to receive. He was not, however, expecting for her to grab his face and crush her lips to his. Now it was Shane's turn to be stunned into silence. Mitchie was about to pull away when he regained his senses and kissed her back forcefully. They broke apart, panting heavily and cheeks flushed.
Shane got a dopey look on his face, sending Mitchie into a fit of giggles. She tried to calm herself by looking to Caitlyn for help, but that made her laugh even harder; her friend's jaws were resting firmly on the bleachers in shock.
"Okay guys, it's not that shocking." she responded when she was able to catch her breath. As she grabbed Shane's hand in her own, chills ran through her body at the feel of the rough callouses covering his otherwise perfect hands. Rubbing slow circles on his palm, she lost herself in her thoughts about why he could possibly have such rough hands.
Shane looked down at their entwined hands and smiled in amusement. "Is there a reason you're molesting my hand?"
His joking manner jolted her out of her thoughts and brought a smirk to her face as well. "Is there a reason your hands are so calloused? Having a little too much "alone time", Shane?"
"Shut it," he grinned, "I play guitar, you loser. Is your mind ever not in the gutter?"
"Aww...aren't you going to attempt to seduce me, Mr. Grey?"
"In your dreams, Miss Torres." he retorted.
"You will be." she casually replied as if it were nothing.
He stared at her face as she watched the game, completely oblivious to the effect she had on him. He smiled and shook his head, "You really are something else, you know that?"
She smiled in response and turned her head back to the field.
"Hey, umm, Shane?" Caitlyn poked Shane, completely interrupting the tranquil moment. "Can we switch seats for a bit so I can talk to Mitchie?"
Shane was a sucker for girls asking him for favors, so of course he said yes. Caitlyn thanked him and got up so that he could slide over by Nate.
"Alright Cait, go ahead. Give me the third degree, I'm ready." Mitchie relented, waiting for the onslaught of questions to bubble from the girl's mouth.
Caitlyn giggled and put her arm around her friend's shoulders. "Actually, I just have two. The first is, of course, how was it?"
A smile crept to Mitchie's face as she gently brought her fingertips to her lips, remembering the feeling of his on her own.
"It was amazing, Caity. That was the best kiss I've ever had."
"Better than Taylor?"
"Surprisingly, yes." Mitchie smiled at the memory of Taylor. He was her first major crush when she entered high school and was one of the hottest guys there. Of course, he was a jock and the complete opposite of herself and her friends, but she hadn't really cared. Towards the end of the previous school year, he had asked her out, confessing that he had liked her from the first time he saw her walk into the school. They had gotten along fine and eventually wound up losing their virginity to each other the summer before his senior year and her junior year. It was fun while it lasted, but they agreed that it would be best to just be friends and not be together anymore. Taylor was a great kisser, she wasn't going to lie, but Shane seemed to put so much more feeling and energy into it. To put it simply, she was already addicted to Shane's kisses.
"Y'know, I really hate you sometimes, Mitch." Caitlyn sighed, "First you hook up with Taylor, and now you're getting Shane? My life really sucks in comparison."
"Aww, poor baby!" Mitchie pulled Caitlyn into a bone crushing hug and whispered softly into her ear, "You'll get your chance soon, Caity. Don't worry about that. You're a beautiful woman and any guy would be crazy not to like you. Besides," Mitchie plastered her famous smirk on her face and pulled back, "what about Nate? Weren't you trying to impress him tonight?"
"I guess, but I don't think he likes me like that Mitchie. I think all we'll ever be is friends." Caitlyn replied sullenly.
"How about we find out?"
Caitlyn's face paled as she looked at Mitchie. "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh wouldn't I?" she dared, "Nate? Can I speak to you for a moment?"
Before Nate could even get a word out, Caitlyn grabbed Mitchie's shoulders and whispered forcefully, "You finish what you were going to say and I'll tell Shane that you sleep with an Abu doll from Aladdin and that you have about a gazillion posters of the Jonas Brothers on your wall, kapeesh?"
She grinned triumphantly as Mitchie's face fell and she told Nate to forget about it. "You have an evil gift, Miss Gellar."
"Learned from the best Mitch." she smiled thoughtfully. "Y'know, Shane said the same thing before he kissed you. Maybe you two morons do make a perfect couple."
Mitchie humphed and crossed her arms. "We're not morons, just a little different."
"You definitely are different. An alternative style girl that loves the Jonas Brothers, Demi Lovato, anything Disney basically. You're one of a kind, Mitchie Mouse."
"Thanks, Caity Cat. Anyways, I do believe you still have one more question for me, right?"
"Oh yeah," Caitlyn looked down for a minute and then looked over at her friend again with a cautious look. "I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but you don't think that maybe you and Shane fell for each other a little too fast? I mean, you just met each other this morning."
Mitchie thought about it for a minute before responding. "Well, right now I think we're still in the whole 'lust' stage. But he's a really sweet guy and it's just a matter of time before I fall head over heals for him, I'm sure of it." she finished with a bright smile.
Gazing quietly at her friend for a few moments, Caitlyn pondered what Mitchie had just said. Before long, she was smiling too and put an arm around her friend. "I love you, you know that? That was probably one of the most heartfelt things I have ever heard you say."
Mitchie squeezed her friend back. "Love you too, Caity. Now, I think that we should just enjoy tonight for what it is and not worry about stronger things in the world, alright? Let's just relax and take things as they come at us. Sound like a plan?"
"Definitely."
Caitlyn tapped Shane on the shoulder, signaling him to switch back with her and sat back down next to Nate.
"What was so important that you had to leave me? I'm slightly offended, Cait." Nate said playfully.
"Don't worry about it, lover boy. Now shut up and kiss me."
Nate was taken back at first, but he wasn't like his brother and he wouldn't leave the girl waiting forever. Without thinking about anything else, he brushed his lips upon hers, lightly at first and then stronger. They didn't notice the two to their left staring at them with huge smirks plastered on their faces.
"I don't think we'll be hearing much from them for the rest of the game." Mitchie joked.
"Good for us." Shane responded and put his arm around Mitchie. He leaned in to kiss her until something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Quickly pulling back, he pointed out the wobbling Sierra to Mitchie and the rest of their friends.
All six teens stared on in amazement as they watched, almost in slow motion, as the cheerleader fell off the top of the pyramid and smacked her head on a bass drum. A collective gasp was heard from the crowd and the nurses rushed over to the girl when she did not get up. Everyone was on their feet, looking for blood or any form of movement from the girl. No blood was found and Sierra eventually sat up and shook her head slightly.
Minutes went by and a soft murmur was heard until Caitlyn and Mitchie started to giggle. Their soft giggles turned into squeals of laughter as the remaining four joined in on the by now loud guffaws. Needless to say, the crowd didn't take too well to the laughter and security was called to escort the 'rude teens' out of the stadium.
They continued to laugh until they reached Mitchie's car and crammed in. Mitchie was the first to break the silence and said, "That has to be the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life!"
"True that! Nothing this exciting has ever happened here before. Maybe you Grey boys are good luck, I think we should keep you around." Caitlyn agreed.
"Why thank you, Caity. I'm so happy we have your permission." Nate rolled his eyes as he replied.
Shane reached over and took Mitchie's hand in his own as Nate and Caitlyn continued their little conversation. Jason and Ella were completely lost in their own little world, as they had been all night.
"So where are we going now, babe?" he questioned. "We could go back to our place and play Guitar Hero or something if you want."
She took her eyes off the road for a minute to smile at him. "That would be great."
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So? What'd you all think? Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, but I'm not making any promises because graduation test review starts next week and my SAT is on March 14. I'll try really hard though! By the way, that really happened to the cheer captain my freshman year and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. The drum was okay though so don't worry. Haha. Thanks again and review!!!!
-Riley-