Hello, hello. So, I really can't wait to write the other two -but if I do, then I won't finish this- so I wrote a teaser for each, Caitlyn's POV and the sequel. Some how they're both a bit… sexual? Uhm, those are in my profile. Enjoy. And take special notice to the names of each, cause it's a bit weird. Bare with me, okay? Good. Now, enjoy the fluff, the minor smut, and the anniversaryness. And yes, Bree is rather silly sometimes. Lol.
Chapter 30:
"Who wants to go swimming?" Jason asked hyper active as always. Nate and Shane shared a look, before nodding enthusiastically in agreement.
Anastasia jumped up and down. "Yay, now those new bikinis we bought won't go to waste. Come on." She dragged Caitlyn and I behind her as Shane and Nate called out after us.
"New bikinis?"
"When did they buy new bikinis?" Nate asked desperately.
"Who let them go shopping?" Shane asked as we continued to laugh our way away from them.
It had been a little over two weeks since we'd all made up. There were only two weeks left of Camp Rock and things were going perfectly. After I put Tess in her place, she decided not to speak to Caitlyn or I anymore. Because I wasn't performing this year, she didn't feel the need to intimidate me or get me into anymore trouble. Of course that didn't stop her from hitting on my boyfriend. I didn't let it bother me though. I knew he hated her.
"You realize they're probably running back to their cabin to change?" Caitlyn laughed pulling the shades closed. Anastasia shrugged.
"Most likely." I agreed. "I just hope they aren't disappointed with the real things after all the images they're thinking up."
I pulled on the light green and blue plaid bottoms, as Anastasia spoke over her shoulder. All of our backs were to one another.
"Well, they won't be." She assured us. "Caitlyn has like one the tiniest waist I've seen. And you've got a nice hourglass." She threw her shirt behind her, hitting me with it. I laughed pulling on my shorts. On the way over we'd agreed to wear our tops and shorts back, just to annoy the boys.
"Someone tie me?" I asked holding my top to my chest. Caitlyn did and turned so I could do the same. Her suit was white with purple graffiti all over it.
"Amateurs." Anastasia teased, tying her own top, which was a solid bright red with a cute design on the one triangle. "Come on. I wanna see the boys' faces."
We slipped on flip flops and headed back to the lake. Sure enough, the guys were already waiting, sitting on the dock. Jason looked up and stopped talking, followed by Nate and lastly Shane. Their heads turned one after the other, the jaws falling in time as well.
"Wow."
"Damn."
"Are you serious?"
We giggled at their reactions. "What's wrong boys?" Anastasia asked as she began unbuttoning her shorts. Caitlyn and I followed. Each of our boyfriend's eyes were glued to us as we pushed them off our hips and stepped out of them.
They broke out of their daze when we jumped into the lake. Quickly following, they slipped off the dock right behind us.
"Stas-" Shane called over to her, "No more taking Mitchie shopping. You're going to be the death of me." He said seriously. I smiled and kissed him sweetly.
We spent most of the day in the lake until the sun began to set. As the temper dropped, the girls all began shivering. "Cold?" Nate asked Caitlyn, who nodded. "Okay, time to get out." Nate pushed him self up on the dock, and pulled Caitlyn up next to him. Shane and Jason did the same.
"Uh. We forgot towels." I shivered as I slid my shorts back on.
Shane laughed. "Come on. Our cabin is closer."
We headed back to the boys' cabin and quickly got towels. Jacob was barking at us and licking the water up off the floor.
"Here." Shane handed me a pair of sweat pants and one of his t-shirts. I smiled and took them, heading into the bathroom to change. I spent a bit of time in there obsessing over the fact that if I took my top off, I'd be cold, and braless, and if I left it on, I'd been cold and the shirt would be wet. I opted to just take the top off. When I came back out, I saw the others had left. I had my arms crossed over my chest.
"Where'd everyone go?" I asked sitting on Nate's bed.
Shane shrugged. "Stas wanted to take a hot shower to warm up. Jason was going to go get her a tea or something. She's entirely too small for her own good. Uh, Nate and Cait went to your cabin so Cait could change. You still cold?" He asked sitting on his own bed across form me. He had changed into a pair of his jeans, and was in the process putting on a shirt. He was still drying his hair, though, so the shirt sat next to him on the bed. Now I know I said I wanted to take things slower. But have you seen my boyfriend? Okay, maybe you haven't, but still. I was having a hard time controlling myself. Actually, I wasn't controlling myself.
I stood up and made my way over to his bed. He looked up at me confused as I stood in front of him. When I sat down so I was straddling his legs, he spoke "Mit-" I kissed him hard, not really caring. His hands slid up my back, holding me to him. He pulled back a minute later, "I thought we were taking things slow?"
I shrugged. "I'm amending that. We're taking things one day at a time. Still no future talk, but I miss kissing you like this." I kissed him again letting my tongue slip between his parted lips. He moaned underneath me and slid his hands down to my butt.
"I don't know what's sexier." He said, cupping my butt to lift me up, "You in a bikini or you in my clothes that are falling off of you and I know you're naked under." He turned us so I was now laying on his bed with him above me.
I didn't say anything, I just pulled him toward me, kissing him hungrily. He groaned as I bit his lip softly. "So going to be the death of me." He mumbled pulling back.
"What's wrong?" I asked sitting up still underneath him.
He rested his forehead against mine. "Inappropriate things."
I giggled. "Blame Stas."
"Stas isn't the one who didn't think before giving you her clothes in which you have nothing on under." He admitted. "Nate thought that one out after I gave you the clothes."
"Well, why don't you throw your shirt on and we'll head back to my cabin before dinner?" He climbed off of me.
"Do you want a sweat shirt or something or are you okay with walking with your arms crossed the whole walk?" I shrugged and stood up stretching. My shirt pulled upward and I heard Shane groan again. I smiled and slipped on the sweatshirt he handed me. After saying good-bye to Jacob, we headed off.
"So, our anniversary is in two weeks." Shane said casually, his arm across my shoulder. I nodded. "Do you want to wait until we get home to do something or should I be incredibly cheesy and romantic on the actual thing? I've never been with someone this long, so I don't know what you want."
"Um, whatever is fine. Surprise me." I said indifferently, though on the inside I was silently hoping he would do something cheesy and romantic. He always made them unique and his own.
"Okay, so how about we go out to dinner when we get back?" He suggested.
"Uhm, yeah. Sure. Sounds great." I said trying to not sound too disappointed.
"What do you want?" He asked as we approached the cabin.
"What?" I asked looking at him confused. I stepped up on the steps, looking down at him.
"A gift. What do you want? I've already bought you a ring, a locket, a puppy, written you countless songs. I'm out of ideas."
"Shane, don't. Then I have to get you something, and then I get upset because I never know what to get you, and you always buy me these amazing gifts."
"I like buying you amazing gifts." He pouted.
"Well… unless you can tell me something amazing to get you, don't. Please?"
He sighed. "Fine. Go get changed." I kissed him and headed inside, interrupting Nate and Caitlyn making out on her bed.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat. Nate jumped off of Cait and landed on the floor.
"Ow, Mitch, did you have to do that?" He complained getting off of the floor.
"I just cleared my throat. Can you wait outside so I can get changed?" Nate nodded and headed toward the door. I looked at Caitlyn trying not to laugh.
"Oh, like you weren't making out with Shane." She replied glaring. I shrugged and pulled off Shane's sweatshirt.
"I didn't get caught." I teased putting my bra on under the shirt.
"Mitch, you should change your shirt, the back is soaked." I shrugged and changed, but left Shane's sweat pants on.
"Ah, bummy again." Caitlyn said tilting her head. "Why do you only dress like that when you have Shane's clothes on?" She asked as we walked outside.
"Because." I said simply, slipping my hand into Shane's. "Dinner?" I asked. The others nodded and we headed off.
The next two weeks passed, and Camp Rock was going to be over soon. Tomorrow was Final Jam, and my anniversary. Caitlyn and Nate's was the day after. I'd told Caitlyn how bummed out I'd been about not doing anything on our anniversary. She agreed, since Nate had come to the same conclusion Shane had. We spent the night moping around the cabin, much to Anastasia and Lola's displeasure.
"Good morning." Shane's overly awake voice said to me as I woke up. I looked up at him sleepily.
"What are you doing here?" I asked sitting up.
"Breakfast."
"Not yet." I replied, closing my eyes and going back to sleep.
"No, Mitchie, I brought you breakfast."
I sat up. "What?" He chuckled and laid a tray on my bed. I noticed the others had already left the cabin and it was only Shane and I.
"Breakfast in bed. Happy Anniversary." He kissed my head and sat at the bottom of the bed facing me.
"Awe, Shane." I smiled and started eating my breakfast. He took his own plate off and set it in his lap to eat. "Don't get anything on my blanket." I warned. He smiled. "So, what prompted this idea?"
He shrugged. "You said surprise you. So, I told you I'd take you to dinner when we got home so you wouldn't suspect anything."
"Shane." I awed a little more. "But why breakfast in bed?" I asked.
"Well, I just love having you in bed." He teased. After I blushed, he said, "No. I thought of what I could do in the middle of camp. Picnic in the middle of the woods… you, me, Jake, and my guitar? Cliché. Picnic on the canoe? More us, less clichéd, but still clichéd, I think. Random picnics are clichéd to me. However, how often do you hear of breakfast in bed unless a guy wants to surprise his wife to show his appreciation?"
"Breakfast in bed is still a cliché, baby." I reminded him.
"But not as much of a cliché." He replied. I smiled at him.
"Okay." I agreed. "What are we doing today? Since tonight is Final Jam and I'm not performing this year."
"Why aren't you performing, Mitchie? You haven't sang in front of people other than our families since last year's Final Jam." He asked seriously.
"I haven't really worked on any new songs."
"Uncle Brown said you sang something you adlibbed in class. Then he smacked me in the head for upsetting you. What did you sing then?" He asked.
"Um, something random." I said.
"And you didn't write a song?"
"Okay, so I did. But it's not… I don't want to sing it." It wasn't the happiest of songs. It was kind of depressing and pathetic and… emo-y. "It's not my style and I wrote when I was mad at you, so it's a bit depressing. It's not something I want to share."
"Okay, so your excuse of not writing a new song is out. What's stopping you?" I looked away from him. Thankfully a mop of black curls came bounding into my room.
"Mitchie!" She cried running over to me. I barely had time to catch Nicky as she practically tackled me.
"Nicky?" I laughed. "What are you doing here?"
"She came with the prize." Shane nodded toward Riley who was in the doorway.
"What?" I asked.
"This year's prize is singing with me." Riley explained giving me a hug as well.
"Why didn't you tell me!" I smacked Nicky's arm. She shrugged.
"Are we interrupting?" She asked picking up a piece of my bacon.
"Yes, you are." Shane said slightly agitated.
"Ooookay." She said. "I'll see you later, Mitch! Bye, Shane." She called as she pulled Riley out of my cabin. I laughed as he followed her like a puppy.
After we finished breakfast, we spent the rest of the day wandering around with Jacob. Shane left me at my cabin later that night to go get ready for Final Jam. He, Riley, and Milo were judging this year. Anastasia, Caitlyn and I headed over with plenty of time and managed to get seats in the front. Dad and Mom sat with us. Caitlyn wouldn't let go of Dad for a while. Dad looked really touched by that. She loved her parents and all, she just wasn't that close to them, seeing as they dropped her in boarding school at the tender age of 7. Nicky found us a little while later and made someone move over so she could sit with us.
Everyone performed and it was amazing. We hadn't seen Nate or Jason all night. But as Riley and Milo went to the back of the theatre to discuss the winner with Brown, Shane jumped up on the stage and headed to the back. A moment later, Shane and Jason carried a keyboard out on stage, then Dee came out with two guitars in hand. Shane, Jason, and then Nate came out a moment later with microphone stands and mics.
"Hey, everyone. So, while the judges are judging, I wanted to do something special for someone. See, I wrote her this song, and she didn't really understand everything I was trying to tell her the first time she heard it, so I hoping she will this time. I love you, Caity." Nate said from behind the keyboard.
"This might sound a bit different, girls. No drums." Shane said looking at us. They played When You Look Me In The Eyes and Caitlyn was crying. When they finished, Nate said, "Happy Anniversary, Caity. And Mitchie, don't think Shane didn't not tell you for a reason." He laughed.
"Happy Anniversary, baby." Shane said looking at me.
"It's not our anniversary, but I still love you, Stas." Jason added. We laughed as we quickly made our way backstage to meet the guys.
"That was the best gift ever." Caitlyn cried throwing her arms around Nate.
Shane held me from behind, watching our friends. "Thank you. For doing that for her." I said softly, not looking at him, but at Caitlyn and Nate.
"She needed it." Shane agreed. "He really wanted to make this special for her. He was really going to wait until they were home."
"He's so clueless sometimes. But it makes him Nate." I smiled.
"Love you." Shane said looking down at me.
I looked up at him. "Love you, too." I kissed him, as Brown got up on stage to announce the winner. We didn't really care who won. We were too busy with each other.
Bree is tired, and her hair smells pretty and clean. And yes, her mind has offically cracked that she is now speaking in third person contiuously. Her parents are very annoyed. Lol. Oh! And she broke 1000 reviews. Yay!