Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place. Nor do I own the song "I'll Be There For You" by the Remembrants. And I just made up Le Magnifique. So if it's real, I don't own that either. I do not own Paramore or Alex Sanchez or his wonderful book series Rainbow Boys.

Oh, and in case you're wondering… Harper never moved in with the Russos in this story. Okay. That is all. Read on now.

I'll be there for you (When the rain starts to pour). I'll be there for you (Like I've been there before).

A familiar song filled Mitchie's small bedroom, instantly causing a smile to creep to the singer's face. She stopped taking her books from their box and reached over to her bed, where her phone rested.

"Hey, you," she answered.

"Hey, baby doll… Or should I say baby mama?" Caitlyn laughed at her own joke.

"Ha, you are quite a comedian," Mitchie said sarcastically. "Gosh, I miss you. I've never loved the Friends theme song as much as I do right now."

"You set my ringtone as the Friends theme song?" Caitlyn asked, holding in a laugh.

"Maybe." Mitchie cradled her phone in her neck as she went back to unpacking her books and putting them on her shelf.

Caitlyn let out the laugh. "You know that's cheesy, right? I don't have to tell you."

"Uh, Cay, ya just did…" Mitchie placed a few more books on her shelf before standing up.

"Oh…Yeah. Well, anyway." She cleared her throat. "I have great news!"

"Great like you got a new top, or great like the neighbors are going to be scared by me squealing because I'm so excited for you?" Mitchie asked, sitting on her bed.

"The second one!" Caitlyn exclaimed. "Are you sitting down?"

"I just did."

"Well stand up! This is huge!"

"Will you just tell me?" Mitchie laughed.

Caitlyn paused for dramatic effect before yelling, "I'm moving to New York!"

Mitchie was stunned for a few seconds. "What?"

"I auditioned for a dance company there last month when they came to California to hold auditions," Caitlyn explained. "I just got the call that I made the cut not even twenty minutes ago!"

"You're moving here?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my God!" Mitchie squealed with excitement. "When are you coming?"

"In two weeks. I'm moving in with my dad," Caitlyn said, sounding a little less excited.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay with that?" Mitchie asked. She remembered at Camp Rock Caitlyn had told her that her parents were divorced and she lived with her mom in California and only visited her dad in New York once every year or so. He wasn't exactly the greatest dad in the world. He ran out on Caitlyn and her mom when she was only a baby, moving out to New York to manage some big law firm. He sent Caitlyn enough money to buy whatever she asked for, and paid for her to go to Camp Rock, but he wasn't really interested in his daughter.

"As okay as I can be." Caitlyn shrugged, even though she knew Mitchie couldn't see her. "Who knows? Maybe if I'm there longer than a few days he'll actually say more than two words to me. Besides, my bedroom in his fancy apartment is way bigger than my one here. I'm just going to miss my mom, ya know? It's been just me and her for so long. It's going to be hard to say goodbye. But I'd never ask her to pick up her life and move out to New York with me. She choreographs for some of the most popular musicians in America. Her clients are in California. That's where she needs to be."

"That's mature of you," Mitchie commented. "How are you going to go to school?" A horrible thought occurred to her. "You're not dropping out, are you?"

"No, Mitchie, chill." She smiled. "This company has mostly people our age, so practices are in the afternoon. Performances are on weekends. When we have to travel they're on weekends, too. They always leave right after school lets out and we get back Sunday nights."

"What school are you going to?" Mitchie asked. She was a little envious that Caitlyn would be going to an actual school. She wished she could too, but she kind of gave up the freedom to do as she pleased the night she got pregnant.

"Some place called Tribeca Prep."

"That's where Alex got expelled from," Mitchie said, recalling that in the story on the news, the school that was almost burned down was called Tribeca. And since Alex got expelled from her school for almost burning it down, Mitchie just had to put two and two together.

"Who the hell is Alex?" Caitlyn asked.

"Oh, right." Mitchie laughed. She'd forgotten that she had yet to tell Caitlyn all about Justin and his interesting younger sister. "My parents found a private tutor for me. His name's Justin and he's really smart. He's only a year or so older than us, but he already has a teaching degree. At first, he was just supposed to teach me, but his sister got expelled from her school, which is going to be your new school, and so he asked if he could teach us together so Alex wouldn't have to go to military school."

"Alex is his sister?" Caitlyn asked to clarify.

"Yes."

"Wow." Caitlyn let out a low whistle. "What the heck did she do to get herself expelled?"

"She tried smoking on school grounds and almost set the school on fire," Mitchie says. "She doesn't seem to think it's such a big deal, but it actually kinda is. At first, I really wanted to meet her. From how Justin described her, she seemed cool. But then I met her, and she was just so unsettling."

"What, was she creepy?"

"No, not at all." Mitchie stared at her ceiling, her thoughts going to earlier that afternoon and the time she'd spent with Alex. "She's just intimidating. I felt almost as though she could see right through me, especially since she barely took her eyes off me. And I don't know her well enough to know when she's joking or not." She remembered when it seemed like Alex had been flirting with her. It should have freaked her out, but thinking back on the way she got all flustered, she almost laughed. "In the end, though, I really liked her."

"That's good, I guess," Caitlyn said. "Sounds like you're adjusting to New York pretty well."

"I've only been here a week, Cay." Mitchie looked around her tiny room. "I can tell you one thing, though. I miss my house something awful. My new room is so small compared to my old one. My desk is shoved up against my bed almost, and it's hard to open my door. I had to get a smaller bookcase, so most of my books are in boxes under my bed. I don't have room for my recording stuff, either. All of my equipment is in the hall closet except for my keyboard and guitar, which have been shoved in my closet. And then, my dad decided he didn't want to put the baby's stuff in storage only to take it out in a few more months, so I have a crib and a changing table in my room!"

She stood from her bed and went over to the baby furniture, which had once been hers. She ran her hand over the crib's top bar, fingers brushing tiny teeth marks from where she'd bitten into the wood once she'd started teething.

"But the baby's not due for another…How long?"

"Let's see…" Mitchie calculated the time in her head. "We said the baby would be due about April, right?"

"Right." Caitlyn nodded.

"And it's the beginning of November. So that means it will be another six months. I was nine weeks pregnant when I went see the doctor about three or four weeks ago. Let's round that off to thirteen weeks along. Last I heard, various vital organs were forming and its fingers were webbed. I wonder what it's starting to look like."

"It should have fingerprints now!" Caitlyn said excitedly.

"And how do you know that?" Mitchie asked.

"I told you, I watch Lifetime."

"And you think I'm lame for having the Friends theme song set to play when you call?"

"Yes, yes I do." Caitlyn sniffed, sticking her nose in the air. "Oh, and now the baby's urinary tract is functioning. So it's peeing out the fluid it swallows while it's in your uterus. So your baby's pissing inside you. Remember that next time you decide to call me lame!"

"Ew, Caitlyn!" Mitchie laughed, even though she was totally grossed out. "I did not need to know that. Have you ever heard of the saying 'ignorance is bliss'?"

"So you're assuming that I want you to be happy, then?"

"I hate you!"

"No you don't!" Caitlyn smirked. "You love me!"

"You're right, I do," Mitchie said. "But I have no idea why!"

"Who's the one that held you while you cried at the pond after you slept with Shane? Who went with you to his cabin so you could talk to him? Who stayed on the phone with you while you took your pregnancy test?" Caitlyn asked. "Hmm? Me! That's who! And that's why you love me. Because I'm always there for you."

"Just like the Friends theme song says!"

"And now we're back to that."

Mitchie emerged from her room later when she heard the apartment door open. Walking into the living/kitchen area, she discovered her mom was back from a hard day of job searching. And she had gone grocery shopping.

"Hey, Mom." She smiled brightly. "Do you need help unloading these?" She gestured towards the large, brown paper bags on the counter.

"Please," Connie said, pulling a carton of milk from one bag and opening the fridge to put it in.

Mitchie reached in another and pulled out a bag of chips. "I have great news." She smiled as she placed the bag in one of cabinets over the counter.

"Really?" Connie reached over and grabbed the eggs, putting them in the fridge as well. "Me too. You go first."

"Caitlyn's moving to New York!" She exclaimed, turning to face her mom with an even bigger smile.

"She is?" Connie smiled too. Maybe if Mitchie had Caitlyn with her, she wouldn't want to be friends with that troublemaker Alex so much. "When? Why?"

"In two weeks. She's going to be moving in with her dad. She's going to the school Alex was expelled from. Isn't that weird?" She wrinkled her nose a little, considering the odds as she began to take out the groceries again. "Anyway, she auditioned for a dance company that's stationed up here, and she made the cut. So she has to move here to dance with them."

"You must be excited," Connie commented, crumpling up one of the empty bags.

"Oh, I am." Mitchie nodded.

"So how was tutoring?" Her mother stored more snacks in the cabinets.

"Really good." She handed Connie a can of corn to put away. "I was kind of cautious of Alex at first, but after I spent time alone with her, she and I got along very well together."

"You spent time alone with her?" Connie raised her eyebrows at her daughter.

Mitchie nodded again. "Yeah. Justin taught us how to do the work, but then he got called off on his other job. It was an emergency or something, so he had to go. So I offered to help Alex catch up on yesterday's work and we did today's together." She paused, seeing her mother's expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just don't like that kid." Connie sighed.

"Mom, you've never even met her. Don't judge her without knowing her," Mitchie said, remembering her fight with Alex. She'd been right, after all. It wasn't right to judge people if you really knew nothing about them. "You'd be surprised by her. Like Justin said, she's a kid that made a mistake. I can relate. She's not the big delinquent you're making her out to be in your head."

They finished putting the groceries in their correct places in silence.

"Oh, hey," Mitchie said, remembering. "What was your news?"

"Oh that." Connie threw the last paper bag into the garbage. "I got a job."

Mitchie smiled. "Where?"

"I'm going to be the head chef at a little restaurant called Le Magnifigue."

"Isn't that the name of a movie?" Mitchie asked.

"I think so. But it's a restaurant, too," Connie said, looking around the kitchen. "I hate this kitchen. It's way too small. Once we save up a little more money, we're going to have to get a bigger apartment."

"Amen!" Mitchie agreed, thinking about her tiny bedroom.

"What's she like?" Harper asked Alex that night as they lay on Alex's bed, flipping through magazines.

"Who?" Alex asked, eyes not moving from the article she was reading.

"Mitchie."

"Oh. Her." Alex sighed and flipped a page. "She's nice. Not dorky like I expected. She helped me with my work after Justin bailed to go play with Bigfoot in the park."

"You did work?" Harper nearly dropped her magazine in shock.

Alex looked at her, slightly frowning. "Harper, I admit to you that Bigfoot is real, and you're hung up on me doing a couple of math problems?"

"You did math work?" This time she did drop the magazine.

"I swear, you people have terrible expectations for me." Alex looked down at the page. The faces of Connect 3 were smiling back up at her. She grimaced and quickly turned to the next page. She really hated that boy band.

"We're just not used to seeing you serious about school," Harper explained. "Never in my life have I witnessed you turn in a homework assignment."

"You didn't have every class with me." Alex narrowed her eyes at her friend.

"If you don't do homework for any of the classes I have with you, it's not hard to guess that you don't do it for any of your others."

"You don't know," Alex said seriously before cracking again. "Okay, you're totally right. I've never done homework a day in my life until today."

"So why the sudden change?" Harper asked.

"I don't know." Alex sighed and tossed her magazine to the side, sitting up. "My dad just told me this is my last chance and I can't mess up again. I don't want to go to reform school or something, so I have to do well. Plus, I don't want Mitchie thinking I'm an idiot. She's so smart and responsible. If I want to be her friend, I can't make a fool of myself."

"Oh, so you're trying to impress Mitchie, huh?" Harper smiled knowingly. "She must be cute."

"Huh? What? No!" Alex said quickly, eyes wide. "We've never talked about how I act around girls I like. How could you possibly know when I have a crush on one?"

"Because I'm your best friend, and I know you," Harper said, laughing slightly. "Do you remember the reason you got into art in the first place?"

Alex's cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. "Maybe."

"I do," Harper said. "It was ninth grade. There was a girl named Gracie with dyed, black hair that always wore ripped jeans. She was a senior and the art teacher's teaching assistant. You followed her around like a lost puppy."

"You saw that in the ninth grade?" Alex asked in awe. "I didn't even realize I had a crush on her then. I just thought it was some weird admiration thing. I first realized it was a crush last year."

"I told you, I know you!" Harper smirked again. "Sometimes better than you know yourself. For example," she pointed to Alex's drum set, which was occupying the space in the corner of her room. "You took up drums when you heard a rumor that Pararmore's drummer quit and they needed a new one."

"Too bad that was just a rumor," Alex muttered.

"Your crush on Hayley Williams was so big that you learned to play an instrument just because of a far-fetched wish to be near her," Harper said.

"Any other observations about my love life that you want to point out?" Alex raised her eyebrows at her best friend.

"You started wearing peace signs because that girl you always stared at in Spanish used to be obsessed with them," Harper stated.

"Okay, that's enough!" Alex snapped. "Besides, it's not like that with Mitchie. She's just a friend… Even if she is totally adorable," she added the last bit bashfully.

"I knew it!" Harper laughed. "Tell me about her. What does she look like?"

"She has chocolaty eyes that seem so warm you just want to look into them for hours." Alex gazed at the wall in a dream-like state. "And a pearly white smile that lights up her whole face. And the freckles on her nose are too freaking cute…"

"You like her," Harper teased, poking her friend in the stomach.

Alex jerked away at the poke. "Do not!" She defended. "I'm attracted to her. There's a difference. I don't know her well enough to like her yet. And I'm not going to let myself. Why fall for someone I have no chance with?"

"Why do you say you have no chance?"

"I don't think I'm her type, Harper," Alex muttered.

"What do you think her type is?" she asked.

Alex rolled her eyes. "I don't know, maybe someone with a dick?"

"That's a minor detail," Harper waved off Alex's explanation. "From the way you describe her, I doubt Mitchie would let something like that get it the way."

"You're calling gender a minor detail?" Alex shook her head. "Harper, she's pregnant! Obviously the ability to produce sperm is appealing to her!"

"She could be bi," Harper said. "Or she was trying to convince herself she liked guys, and that's how she got pregnant. Or, if she really does only like guys, you could be that one girl that's the exception."

"Would you listen to yourself?" Alex exclaimed. "You're talking crazy. I'm not going to try to turn her. Especially not if she's going to have baby! Getting involved with someone who has a kid is a big commitment. Besides, I doubt she goes that way. And I'm not about to set myself up to get hurt."

"You never know these days. I have a cousin that goes to a school with a lot of pregnant lesbians. It's the latest thing."

"Where the hell does your cousin go to school that's so dysfunctional?" Alex gave Harper a look.

"Not the point, Alex," she said.

"Well I have no idea where you were going with that, then."

"I was trying to point out that even if she's pregnant, it doesn't mean she wouldn't be open to dating you."

"Harper, let me ask you something." Alex pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are you attracted to boys or girls?"

"Boys," Harper replied without hesitation.

"Okay then," Alex said. "Do you think there's any possibility you could fall in love with a girl?"

Harper thought about for a few moments, frowning. "It's not likely."

"There ya go!" Alex exclaimed. "I rest my case."

"But that's only because I'm not looking for it," Harper said. "And because I'm in love with Justin." Alex rolled her eyes at that. "But one day, maybe, it could happen," Harper continued. "I'm not going to rule it out. There is the possibility that one day, when I least expect it, a girl could come into my life and sweep me off my feet like no boy ever could. And if that happens, I won't try to fight it."

"You would really date a girl?" Alex quirked an eyebrow at her.

Harper nodded. "Yup. If I thought she was the right one for me. I guess you could call me heteroflexible."

"Hetero-what?"

"Flexible." Harper smiled. "It means I like guys, but I'm not going to close myself off to the possibility of dating a girl."

"Wouldn't that make you bi?" Alex asked.

Harper shook her head. "No, it's a little different. To be bi, I'd have to truly be attracted to both sexes."

"Where the hell do you get this stuff?"

"I read a book series called Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez. One of the characters struggles with being bisexual. And that's also where I got the term heteroflexible."

"So it's a book about gay people?" Alex asked, pulling at a thread on her bedspread.

"Yup." Harper nodded.

"And why would you read that?"

"When I started suspecting you, I wanted to know what you might be going through." Harper shrugged. "I wanted to understand and be prepared in case I was right. And I was!" She smiled.

"You did all that for me?" Alex was struck dumb. She knew Harper had her figured out before she confessed to being gay, but she never dreamed her friend had put that much thought into the matter.

"Of course I did," Harper said, still smiling. "So are you gonna go for it with Mitchie or what?"

"Harper, drop it!" Alex snapped. "It's never gonna happen. Mitchie is a friend, that's it. Let it gooo," she dragged out the last word.

"Fine," Harper grumbled, picking up a different magazine and opening it to a random page.

Neither mentioned Mitchie again the rest of the time Harper was there. But Alex's mind would not stray from the brunette, even after Harper left so she could go to bed for school the next day and she was alone in her bedroom. When Alex finally climbed into bed to go to sleep, her head swam with images of Mitchie.

It is 3:55 a.m. I am waking up in five hours to start loading my belongings into my car so I can move it into my dorm. This was my last night home. As soon as I finished last minute packing, I started working. I really wanted to get a chapter out to you guys before I left for school, because I have no idea when the next one will be posted. So I hope you appreciate this!

Please don't be angry if the next chapter isn't for a while. I'm going to be so busy. Ya know, kind of starting my life… I will try though. I promise to do my best to get new chapters posted in a timely manner.

Review for the college student, please? :)