So, this is the second chapter in my story of prompts. This is (semi) based off "The Real Thing" the song on the boys like girls "Love Drunk"
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In her second summer at Camp Rock, Mitchie returned as a camper. This year she was unashamed to work in the kitchen with her mother. So this summer was different in many ways. She liked to think that she had matured greatly, but really she was a sixteen year old girl, and she was in love.
Shane Grey was the boy, she loved him, it wasn't in a fan-girl sort of way. Legitimately. A great perk of this summer was that Shane was a counselor, and he was also doing kitchen duty with Mitchie. It was really the only time during the day when they could acknowledge their relationship, because Mitchie was a camper and Shane was a counselor and that was a touchy issue. One that the camp's owner, Shane's uncle was particularly keen to avoid anything that might cause bad press to his camp. But it wasn't like it was a secret. The entire camp knew, and the girls buzzed about Mitchie. But Mitchie and Shane went along with his uncle. But damn, if she wasn't so sick of the girls gossiping that "'Shane must not like her that much if he doesn't even hold her hand, in-between classes' 'look at that, they stand like ten feet apart at all times' 'what an ice queen! He deserves better'"
Except for kitchen duty. Then they were free to hang out, speak freely. The kitchen staff consisted of two enthusiastic chefs, four semi-regular volunteers, Connie Torres, who was in charge of planning the menus and ordering the supplies. Mitchie and Shane were two of the volunteers, Mitchie helped Lizzie, one of the chefs. And Shane was usually doing dishes due to his tendency to destroy recipes by accident. Caitlyn and Peggy were the other two volunteers, but tonight it was just Mitchie and Shane, with Mrs. Torres. It was evening, the sky was pink with purpling clouds.
"Shane, thanks for all your help tonight, you're done for the evening." Mrs. Torres said as Mitchie finished drying a plate, she placed it on a stack with a few others and stood on her tiptoes to try and place them on the proper shelf, but it was just a little too high. "Damn shelf." She muttered to herself.
"Here, Mitch, I'll help you." Shane said wrapping his arms around her navel and picked her up off the ground. Mitchie giggled at the unexpected contact. She put the plates in the cabinet, and Shane put her back down, but he didn't let go of her.
"Done!" Mitchie said triumphantly, "but I could have done it by myself. Eventually." She turned around and smiled up at Shane, who was looking at her with an expression that clearly stated that he adored her.
"Ahem!" Mrs. Torres coughed. Effectively shattering the moment, Shane released Mitchie as though he had just been burned by a hot stove.
"Alright, I'll see you ladies tomorrow." Shane pecks Mitchie on the cheek then walks out of the kitchen cabin.
Mrs. Torres adjusts a couple more things and flicks off the lights. "You ready, Mitch?" she says.
Mitchie agrees as she walks outside, and stands on the porch. She loses herself in staring out at the trees and the lake in the distance, and is startled when her mother places a hand on her shoulder.
They make the short walk over to the cabin they are sharing for the summer. Since they had spent almost the entire day together, neither woman had much to say so they got ready for the evening in silence. Mitchie's mom put on some sweatpants, and she turned on the TV that was sitting in the corner.
"Hon, what are you going to do tonight?"
"Mom, its like 11:30, I wasn't planning on going anywhere." Mitchie says to her mother, "I was actually just planning on going to bed."
"Yeah, I should go to bed, I've got a hectic day tomorrow. Connie turns off the TV and climbs into her bed. Almost immediately, Mitchie hears soft snores. But try as she might, she cannot sleep. She gets out of bed, and turns on the green Christmas lights, she looped around a window of the cabin in a fit of decorativeness.
She tries to go to sleep for a little while longer. But when she realized that it wasn't going to happen. She got up and dug around for her ipod and her small portable speakers. She goes out and sits on the small porch.
One thing she liked about the staff cabins were that they had porches, while the camper cabins didn't. She often liked to just sit out on the porch and watch people go by. If people did go by, this trail wasn't used very often.
Her ipod shuffled to something slow and she can't resist the urge to sing. Mitchie sings quietly, so she doesn't wake up her mother. Wrapped up in the melody and lyrics, her mind wanders. So it is a shock when a harmony joins in, and brings her mind back to earth.
"Hi." Shane says.
Once she has recovered her little shock, she says "hi" back to him. She walks down the stairs carefully (to avoid the one squeaking stair). "I missed you." She says.
"Missed you too, Mitch" He says. He puts his arms around her and kisses her gently.
"Why aren't you sleeping? You've got a busy day tomorrow." Mitchie said.
"Couldn't sleep, was thinking about you too much. And I could say the same to you." He smiles at her, he holds her hand.
"Do you want to take a walk?" Mitchie asks.
"Yeah" he replies.
"Ok, let me go grab a jacket." she says, turning to go back into the cabin.
"You don't need to. I've got a sweater."
"Yeah, but it is yours, I'd rather be cold if it means you'll be warm."
"Oh, cheesy, do you use that line on all of your girlfriends?" Mitchie jokes.
"Yeah, surprisingly it works quite well."
"Yeah, surprisingly." Mitchie sticks her tongue out. She goes up the stairs and while she is inside the cabin she scrawls a quick note to her mom. Went for a walk on the beach. Back soon! Mitchie grabs a hoodie and a blanket as an afterthought.
Shane has retrieved the speakers from the porch and is holding them.
"Lake?" Mitchie says.
"Yup, the lake." Shane agrees.
They walk to the lake chattering about the day they had. They sit on the dock, and they are just talking when Mitchie blurts out something that's been bothering her for a bit.
"Are there other girls?" Mitchie is mortified, but more comes pouring out of her mouth "I hate this. All day long, I hear these girls talking shit, and I can't say a damn thing to them. It kills me. I love you, and I can't do a thing about it." Mitchie is shouting now.
"Mitchie, softer! It's the middle of the night. What?" Shane says, he looks at Mitchie with such disbelief.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tell you right now. It's too soon, we only just…" Mitchie is frantically explaining the word slip.
"I don't care that its too soon. Because I love you too. Mitchie Anne Torres, I'm in love with you." He kisses her.
"I love you." Mitchie says once they break apart. "It's so good to have you know that."
They stay on the beach, talking for a long time. Mitchie falls asleep on Shane's shoulder. He picks her up and starts to bring her back to her cabin. He sees Mrs. Torres coming out of the cabin as he gets closer. She looks furious.
"Put my daughter on her bed, I want to talk to you." She says crossly.
Shane enters the cabin and lays sleeping Mitchie into the camp bed. He leans down and kisses her on the forehead.
Connie leans against the doorframe and watches this boy, this almost man, take such tender care of her daughter. She smiles, as he tucks her in and kisses her forehead. He stands up and walks over to her.
"Mrs. Torres, I love your daughter, more than anything in the world. I don't want you to be angry with me." Shane said.
"Shane, thank you, for all that you have done without knowing. You made her feel good enough to perform in public, to be herself. I know that this is happening and that it seems real. But I have to, as a mom, impose some rules on the two of you. Firstly, no late night beach trips. Secondly, no sleeping over in each other's cabins. Thirdly, to be decided."
"Reasonable. Can she come on tour sometime?" He looks so hopeful that Mrs. Torres finds it impossible to say a solid no.
"Maybe. We'll have to see about grades and school vacations." She grins. "Good night kiddo."
"Good night, Mrs. T."
Love can change everything, if you can just let go. Let's go.
So, chapter 2. Almost a year (to the day) since i published the first chapter. sorry for the long wait. I hope this chapter was worth the wait. :)
10/30/10