Summary: Every Time Connect 3 Goes On Tour, There's Always Something Special About Arizona That Shane Can't Resist.
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. Trust me, if I did, Shane would have made Mitchie's 'Camp Rock' a long time ago ;) haha...
Arizona
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Chapter Two – Two Years Later...
"Excuse me?"
The bartender swung around to face Shane. Seeing her face for the first time in two years made his stomach do flips, his mouth dry up and the words he had planned to say disappear from his memory.
"Hey Mitchie," he said with a weak wave and smile. Just judging by her facial expression, she wasn't as happy to see him as he was her.
"Uh, hey." she said with a stunned look on her face. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Every so often one of them would make an awkward noise or smile awkwardly. "So, um, you like beer right? I'll go get you one-"
"I didn't come to get a drink. I came to talk." Shane said. Mitchie looked around the bar. There was literally just the two of them there. She sighed and walked around the bar and took a seat on the barstool next to him.
"So, what do you wanna talk about? Music, sports, movies..."
"How about two years ago?" Shane interrupted. Mitchie shrugged and began playing with the charm bracelet she was wearing on her left wrist. Shane also noticed she was sporting a ring on that hand.
"What is there to talk about? What happened, happened. I went back to serving drinks and you went back to being a big rockstar." Shane shook his head and stood up.
"You know, you're right. It was stupid of me to come here. I'm sorry-" he was stopped by her hand grabbing his arm and pulling him back toward the barstool.
"Wait, I'm sorry if that sounded...bitchy or whatever its just-"
"Hey, no need to explain." Shane assured her sitting back on the barstool. Again, they sat in silence before Mitchie spoke up.
"So why are you in town again?" she asked.
"We have a concert tomorrow. We decided to come a day early, though. I mean, we love this state, this city." he said. "But I didn't come here to talk about me, I came to see what you've been up to."
Mitchie hesitated before answering, shifting uncomfortably on her barstool. "Besides still working in this place, nothing really."
"Why do you work here anyway? I'm sure you have other talents, right?" Shane asked. Mitchie pushed some hair behind her ear and shrugged.
"When I was younger I always wanted to be a musician but-" she stopped seeing the huge grin on Shane's face. "Okay, I am not telling you this story."
"Oh come on, why not?" he asked with a smile.
"I refuse to share all my deep, dark secrets with someone I barely recognize with clothes on." she joked. Shane shrugged. She was kind of right. The last time they talked they were both pretty buzzed and ended up sleeping together. That's not exactly getting to know a person.
"Well, hey, the concert is tomorrow. Why don't you swing by and we can get to know each other properly." Shane saw the look on her face. At least she was considering it instead of immediately shooting it down.
"That sounds really cool and all but-"
"Oh no, there's a 'but'," he said horrified.
"Why should we get to know each other if you're just going to leave, just like you did before." Shane was stumped. She was right. Why even try to talk to her more and risk actually liking her just to have to leave her to go to the next stop on the tour? But that's what his head was telling him, his heart was telling him something different...
"Why not? I don't know about you but I've thought about that night since I left two years ago. I need to know that I'm not a complete douche bag who just slept with you without actually getting to know who you were." he said with a laugh which prompted a smile from her. "I'm not asking for much, just for you to come and hang out for an hour or two. How bad could it be?"
Mitchie thought about it again. This was Shane Gray we were talking about. He was an international rockstar and he was inviting her, a small town bartender, to hang out with him and his brothers. She could think of about a billion girls who would kill to be in her position. And it wasn't like she didn't want to say yes but...Wait, what was she so afraid of again? Who cares if she goes and hangs out with him? Its not like she's going to develop feelings for him or anything. Why did she think she could possibly, though?
"Hey, earth to Mitchie," Shane said waving his hand in front of her face. She snapped out of her dazed state and looked at him embarrassingly.
"Sorry," she said blushing.
"It's fine," he said flashing that smile that just made her blush more. "So, you coming or what?"
With a final moment of hesitation she answered. "Sure."
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Mitchie entered her loft as quietly as she could. She peeked around the empty living room and sighed with relief. She had closed the bar after Shane left and was happy to be at home. She planned on getting some sleep before tomorrow.
She took off her coat and threw it along with her purse on the couch. She walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water when the lights flickered on without her turning them on. She winced and turned around toward the direction of the light switch.
"Hi honey." she greeted her fiancee, Ken. He stood in front of her, his six-foot five creating a shadow over her. He had his arms folded over his chest and an unpleasant look on his face but, what else was new?
"Its 2:30am." he said flatly. Mitchie shrugged. Was she supposed to be impressed that he could tell time? "I thought we agreed that you could keep working at this dumb little bar if you came home on time."
"Sorry but a customer walked in at 1am, when I was closing, and I couldn't just turn her away." she said making sure to let him think that Shane wasn't really Shane, but a female customer. She didn't feel like hearing his reaction if she told him the truth.
"You couldn't or you didn't want to? Look, you're getting married to a very well off lawyer. I don't see why you insist on working at that dump. You know if you quit I could still give you and Hayley everything you need."
"Maybe I want a little independence. Maybe I want to be able to say that I make my own money. Maybe-"
"Maybe you're crazy." Mitchie rolled her eyes. She didn't have the strength nor the patience to deal with him. She grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and walked past him toward their bedroom, stopping at the room right before it. She cracked open the closed door and look inside. She smiled at her sleeping daughter. She was still getting use to the thought of being a mom.
"I'm working late tomorrow," Ken said sneaking up behind Mitchie. She jumped, quietly shutting the door and walking into their bedroom. Ken followed, shutting the door behind him. Mitchie sat on the bed, getting ready to go to sleep.
"What were you saying?" she asked him.
"I said I'm working late tomorrow. You're gonna have to get someone to cover for you tomorrow." Mitchie looked up at him.
"I have plans tomorrow."
"Cancel them." he said nonchalantly. "This is a really important case I'm working on and I can't do it while babysitting Hayley."
"Babysitting? Funny, I thought it was called parenting." she snapped at him.
"I'm not going to have this conversation with you. I just need you to stay home tomorrow, okay? Okay. Conversation over. Go to bed." Ken said flicking the lights off and getting into bed. It was times like these Mitchie questioned how she could love someone like him. So much for hanging out with Shane. Those plans were completely ruined now.
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Kay, there's the chapter! I wanted to give you some background info on Mitchie's life now. Of course, you'll learn more about it later and learn about Shane's life as well so, yeah. :P
BTW, I'm so sorry it took me so long to update but between like, 2 tropical storms, tons of homework and going to the JoBro/Demi concert, I was way too busy to write. Sorry! I'll try to get better about it! :( And I'll TRY to update this and my other fic tomorrow so, yeah. :P
Please review and thanks for reading! :)