Disclaimer: I ran out of things to say for the disclaimer, so I'm just gonna say it plain and simple: I don't own Camp Rock.
Epilogue- Ten Years Later
"Mommy! Daddy!" Four set of footsteps pounded outside the bedroom door, and seconds later, four little kids tumbled into the room.
They were led by Taylor, our eight-year-old. She had Mitchie's eyes and my hair. She was our tomboy, and loved nothing more than running around outside barefoot, and playing in the mud. Taylor was born when Joey was three, and those two were inseparable. When Joey had gone to Kindergarten for the first time, Taylor had screamed and thrown a tantrum.
Next was Alex. He's six, and basically the male version of Taylor. He's the "Lone Wolf" of our kids; he preferred to be alone than with his brothers and sisters. He loved to sing and dance, and even this early on, it was clear that he had some real potential. He loved to make up songs and perform them for me and Mitchie.
Then came the twins, Molly and Mason. Molly wasof Mitchie, and Mason was a carbon copy of me. They're only four, but they already have their own "secret language", which they talk in all the time. Molly was the girly girl of the bunch. She loved to dress up in Mitchie's clothes and put on fashions shows that she forced all of us to watch. Mason, on the other hand, was like her little puppy. He was much more submissive than Molly was, and tended to do what she wanted instead of what he wanted to do.
Joe, as Joey now insisted on being called, followed after them. He had taken on the roll of a typical older brother. Once, when Alex was four, a kid pushed him off the swing at the park. Before either Mitchie or I could get there, Joe had tackled the kid and was screaming in his face. It had taken us ten minutes to get him off the terrified kid, but secretly, I was glad that he wasn't rejecting Alex. We'd told him the entire story when he was old enough, and instead of pushing the other kids away, like we had anticipated, he seemed to embrace them more.
"Mommy! Daddy! Santa came!" Taylor shrieked in my ear. "Come on! He left stuff for you too!" Mitchie eyed me suspiciously, and I got out of the bed before she could question me. My kids pulled me down the ahll and stairs, babbling ecitedly. It looked like the North Pole threw up in our living room. There were presents everywhere, and the tree was already lit up. Without pausing for a second, all five kids charged right into the living room. They started passing presents, and soon there was a mountain of wrapping paper.
"A scooter! Sweet!" Joe exclaimed, trhowing the wrapping paper aside.
"Ew. Clothes." Taylor said in disgust, dropping the dress on the ground. She held it between her thumb and forefinger like a dirty rag, and I couldn't help but laugh quietly.
"Daddy, what is this?" Alex asked as he held up a songbook.
"I'll take the clothes!" Molly excalimed, diving for the discarded dress.
"Dad, this on is for mom," Joe said, holding up my present to Mitchie.
"What about Mom?" Mitchie asked sleepily as she came down the stairs and into the mayhem.
"Santa left you something," Taylor informed her. Taylor snatched the box our of Joe's hand, and brought it over to Mitchie, who glared at me.
"Well, aren't you gonna open it?" Taylor asked, pushing it towards her. Mitchie tentatively tore the wrapping paper from the box, and glared at me again when she saw that it was a brand-new guitar. I just smiled sweetly and held her close. I could almost feel her rolling her eyes. I noticed Mason wasn't opening his presents, and I crossed the room, with much difficutly, and knelt next to him.
"Hey, Buddy, what's wrong?" He looked up at me with his big brown eyes.
"Molly told me not to," he said simply. I frowned slightly. Molly was always telling him not to do things, and I wasn't so sure it was a good thing she was so assertive.
"Well, I'm saying that you can, and I'm the boss," I smiled at him. Mason smiled back and began to open the first one, his eyes lighting up when he saw that it was a Yankees t-shirt. (AN: GO YANKEES! WHOO!) He loved to sit with me and watch them play.
"Okay, these present are from Mommy and Daddy." Mitchie said, handing them out. The tore into the wrapping paper, and I had to keep myself from laughing at their expressions when they saw what was inside. Molly held up a collar; Mason, a leash; Taylor, food and water bowls; Alex, some chew toys; and Joe, a small, circular bed. They all looked at each other, before turning to us with confusion written across all their faces. amitchie nodded to me, and I went down the hall to get the last rpesent.
"A puppy!" they squealed all together. I set the small golden lab puppy on the ground, and they all crowded around her, petting her and holding her. The puppy was soaking up all the attention, her tail wagging so hard that her entire lower half wiggled with it.
"What are you going to name her?" Mitchie asked, and they all huddled together to decide on a name.
"We spoil them too much," I whispered in Mitchie ear as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
"You spoil me too much," she growled back playfully, and I shrugged.
"It's fun," I said simply, then kissed her on the top of her head. "Especially seeing your reactions." She blushed and I chuckled softly.
"We'll name her Popcorn," Taylor announced.
"Why Popcorn?" Mitchie asked, sitting down next to them. The small, almost-white dog bounced over to her, and climbed half-wayup her shoulders just so it could lick her face.
"'Cause she's white and bounces around a lot, just like popcorn," Alex said.
"Hey guys! It's snowing!" Joe announced from the window. The kids crowded around, pressing the noses and faces against the glass, desperate to see if it was true. At the same time, all five of them turned to us, and I knew exactly what was coming next.
"Can we go outside?"
"Please, can we?"
"We'll be extra super careful!"
"Please, Mommy? Please, Daddy?"
"I'll make sure they don't kill each other or get hurt. Please?" You knoe Joe really wants somehting when he says please.
"Fine," I said, and the all cheered and scrambled to get snow pants, boots and jackets. Mason came up to me, holding out his gloves and boots to me. I put his boots on for him while he put his gloves on. Or, rather, tried to put his gloves on. While I jipped up his jacket, he lapsed into twin-talk. Pretty much, Mason was whispering made up words under his breath, and Molly always understood. It's cool, but strange at the same time. We have no idea how it works.
Before I was even done bundling him up, Mason stood up and walked over to where Molly was standing with Mitchie, I smiled as the all tumbled outside and into the winter wonderland. It was snowing so hard, it was almost impossible to see the kids. Mitchie pulled on her coat and boot, and then she was playing right along with them. I pulled my coat on too, but decided to watch from the porch. A snowball war had broken out, but half of the snowballs broke apart before the could hit their targets. Taylor approached me with an overly swet smile, both hands hidden behind her back. She stopped ten feet away, still smiling.
"Gotcha!" she shrieked, throwing a snowball at my chest. She ran in the other direction, and I chased after her, scooping her up and throwing her over my shoulder.
"Daddy!" she complained, pounding on my back. I spun in circles as she laughed and screamed. When I put her down, I turned so I was facing Mitchie. I could tell she'd been watching the whole thing by the amused smirk on her face.
"You're next," I growled mischiviously, and the smirk was instantly gone from her face. Mitchie yelped as I threw her over my shoulder, and Molly and Mason laughed.
"Shane Gray, You put me down right now!" She ordered. I pulled her down, so I was holding her bridal-style.
"What do you say?" I teased. Mitchie rolled her eyes.
"Shane Gray is totally hot," she said sarcastically.
"I was actually looking for please, but good to know you think I'm hot," I grinned.
"Shane!" she cried as she smacked my shoulder.
"Fine, fine," I said, placing her feet back on the ground. Big fat snowflakes caught on her hair and eyelashes. The snowball war was still ragin amongst our kids, so we wrapped our arms around each other and watched them run around and shriek at each other.
Maybe this was the happily-ever-after part. Maybe it wasn't. Either way, as long as I have Mitchie and our kids with me, I'm perfectly happy.
AAAAAAAND... DONE! OKay, folks, that's it. Cheesy, I know, but I wrote it a while ago, and I'm too lazy to go back anc change it, so deal with it. Tell me if you want a sequel, but it'll probs take me even longer than it did to finish this one.