Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock.

Finals this week, then be prepared for mucho updates when I have nothing to do all throughout December!

"Can you pass the potatoes, dear?" Connie asked Steve across the table at dinner.

"Here you go," Steve said, handing the steaming bowl of mashed potatoes that had been resting near his plate to his wife.

"Thank you," Connie said, taking it and lifting the spoon, helping herself to a spoonful of her own cooking.

Mitchie sat in between her parents, staring at the bowl of salad in the center of the table. She was as pale as a ghost, her lips a thin white line as she pursed them together. Anyone would be able to tell that with her wide, frightened eyes she was looking, but not seeing. Her mind was elsewhere. This was unusual dinner etiquette for the sixteen-year-old, as was not uttering a single word, which was also happening. Her quietness did not go unnoticed by her parents.

"Mitchie, something on your mind?" her mother asked, taking her napkin and putting it on her lap.

Mitchie didn't answer, just sat there and kept staring. She had not touched her food at all. The farthest she'd gotten in the eating process was picking up her fork, but it still remained in her hand unused.

"Mitch?" her dad raised his eyebrows at his unresponsive daughter.

"What are your feelings about gay people?" Mitchie asked seemingly out of nowhere. Her parents thought it was a very random question indeed, but it had been weighing on Mitchie's mind for some time.

Steve cleared his throat and put his fork down. "Why do you ask?"

Mitchie finally tore her eyes from the salad bowl and looked up to see her parents watching her intently. "Just wondering," she said timidly.

"Well," Connie began, "I don't necessarily agree with their decisions, but I don't have anything against them."

"The Bible says homosexuality is a sin, but I'm not sure I believe that," Steve said, leaning back in his chair. He'd never discussed this with anyone before, not even his wife.

"Well if it's in the Bible, it's gotta be true," Connie said more to her husband than to Mitchie.

"But since when do you care about the Bible, Mom?" Mitchie asked. "I've never seen you read it. Not once. And the only time we've ever gone to church is when someone gets married or someone dies."

Steve pointed a finger from his daughter to his wife. "She has a point, Con."

"And besides, it's not like they choose that," Mitchie said. "They're just born that way. Were you born liking men?"

"Yes," Connie said, nodding her head. "I guess I never looked at it that way before."

"They're not really that different," Mitchie muttered, finally putting her fork to her plate, but all she did was poke at her roast with it.

"No, they're just like us, only with different preferences," Steve said.

"I guess so, yeah," Connie said. "I just don't like the way some of them put themselves out there. Then again, straight people do that too."

"Exactly." Her husband nodded his agreement. "There's good and bad in all types of social groups… If that's even the correct word."

Mitchie was a bit stunned. For people from Texas, a part of the South, which (the South) is one of the most closed-minded areas ever, this seemed to be a fairly normal conversation. Most southerners got really worked up and angry when it came to this topic. But then again, Mitchie's family wasn't a normal southern family.

"I don't think I've ever met an openly gay person that I've ever liked, though," Connie commented almost thoughtfully.

"Alex is gay," Mitchie said suddenly. As soon as she'd said it, though, she wished she hadn't. What if she didn't get up the nerve to come out to her parents? Then she'd just thrown Alex under the bus, so to speak, by outing her.

"Really?" Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

"But she seems so normal," Connie said.

"She is normal…" Mitchie swallowed the lump her in throat that had formed under her parents' intense gazes. "She just likes girls."

"I never would have guessed," Steve commented.

"Me either," Connie said to him. "She's such a good kid."

Mitchie's head spun. Good kid? This was Alex they were talking about! Before she'd met her, Mitchie's mom had considered Alex the anti-Christ. And now she was a good kid?

"Her being gay doesn't mean she'd be bad, Mom," Mitchie said defensively. After all, this was her girlfriend they were talking about.

"I didn't say she was, I just didn't expect it," Connie said quickly, realizing she'd made her daughter a bit angry. "Well, I guess I stand corrected. There is one gay person I like."

"So you don't have a problem with them, really, then?" Mitchie asked slowly, testing the waters.

"I don't." Steve shook his head. "They're fine. It's their lives, which aren't really our business."

"So you wouldn't have a problem if…" she took in a shaky breath to slow her now fast-paced beating heart, "say, I were…gay?"

Steve and Connie exchanged a glance.

"No, I suppose not," Connie said, frowning slightly because she didn't see where this was going.

"Good." Mitchie swallowed in an attempt to moisten her incredibly dry mouth. "Because I…I am."

"Are what?" Steve asked, picking up his fork again to resume eating.

"Gay." She looked back and forth between her parents. "Mom, Dad, I-I'm gay. I like g-girls."

Steve put his fork down again and stared at his daughter, like his wife was already doing. Mitchie's heart hammered in her chest as her sentence hung in the air. Her breathing was coming short and she felt like she was about to have a panic attack. It had been so easy to say, even if she'd stuttered a bit. Maybe it was the fact that she'd already outed Alex that have given her the courage to say it. Or maybe it was that since she got through telling them she was pregnant she was a little more confident. Whatever the case, she'd said it.

"I'm sorry, what?" Connie asked.

"You can't be. You… With that boy I hate… You're having his…" Steve pointed from his daughter to her stomach, unable to form full sentences. Then again, he didn't want to say the word 'sex' in a sentence that was addressed to his daughter.

"Where is this coming from?" Connie asked. "Is this because of Alex?"

"No, this has been since I was little, Mom!" Mitchie said, quick to jump to Alex's defense. "Don't blame her! Please don't! She didn't do anything wrong! There's nothing wrong with me, it's not a phase, I'm not confused, Alex hasn't corrupted me, seduced me, or anything like that! I've liked girls for as long as I can remember!"

Connie shook her head. "But what about Shane?"

"DON'T SAY HIS NAME AT MY TABLE!" Steve boomed, slamming his fists on the table. The silverware and several plates jumped, as did his family. They were stunned into silence. Steve Torres never lost his cool. When he saw his wife and daughter's stunned expressions, he cleared his throat. "I don't like him," he said quietly.

"Neither do I," Mitchie said. "I never did. That's the point. I used him. I wanted to make some girl jealous and then he used me for sex." Steve winced at the 's' word. "That's how this happened," Mitchie said, pointing to her stomach. "I lied to you before. I do know who snuck the alcohol in. It was him. He spiked the punch but told me it was safe. He made me feel important, made me believe I loved him, dangled that hope for a normal life in front of me, then snatched it away. I didn't want to like girls back then, but I've learned to accept it."

"And you expect us to?" Connie questioned. "Just like that? Haven't we dealt with enough?"

Mitchie flared her nostrils, making it evident that her mother's questions angered her. "Most parents don't want their kids to be gay because they think they'll never get grandkids. That's obviously not the case here, so what's your deal?"

"Mitchie Catherine Torres! Do not talk to your mother like that!" Steve said loudly. He rarely fussed at his daughter, and he hated doing it, but he would not stand for this disrespect.

"But she can talk to me like that?" Mitchie yelled and stood abruptly, her chair toppling over backwards in the process. "I do not see what the big deal is! If anything, you should be happy. Most teen mothers get pregnant again within the next two years after giving birth to their first child."

"How do you know that?" Connie asked.

"Caitlyn. She's a freak and likes Lifetime movies," Mitchie said quickly. "That's not the point, though. The point is, I won't get pregnant again! With Alex, that's physically impossible."

"What do you mean 'with Alex'?" Connie asked slowly, and Mitchie froze.

Shit, shit, shit! Was all her brain was able to come up with. She's completely forgotten that she had only told her parents that both she and Alex were gay, but left out the tiny detail that they were dating.

"Didn't I mention she's my girlfriend?" Mitchie asked even though she knew for a fact that she hadn't mentioned it at all.

"You certainly did not!" Connie frowned deeply at her daughter. "You kept this from us, lied to us, and then tricked us into letting your girlfriend spend the night?"

"We weren't dating then! We've only been together for a few days," Mitchie said quickly, shaking her head. "I wouldn't do that!"

"I don't know what you'd do anymore, Mitchie!" Her mother stared at her as if she was seeing a stranger. "First the lying at Camp Rock, then your little screw up with Sha−" she stopped when she remembered her husband's outburst the last time she'd said her daughter's impregnator's name. "Your screw up with that boy, and now this?"

"Wow, Mom. Didn't know you thought I was a screw up," Mitchie said, venom dripping from her words. "Thanks. Really. Because I didn't feel bad enough about the entire thing already!"

"That's not what your mother meant and you know it," Steve said, pointing as his daughter.

"Really? It sounded like she meant it to me," Mitchie said. She shot daggers at her mother with her eyes before turning to walk away from the table. When she got to the part where the room switched over from kitchen to living room, she turned back for her parting shot. "Don't tell me to break up with Alex, because I won't do it. I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions. After all, I'm going to be making decisions for someone else other than myself soon enough. And I need Alex now. She's the one thing that makes me feel like I'm actually worth something anymore, especially since you don't." She directed the last part at her mother, and before she could get a response, she turned on her heel and marched straight to her room.

Once inside, she slammed the door behind her. The first thing she did next was grabbed her phone off her bed and opened a text message to Alex.

I need you, she typed out before hitting the 'send' button.

She stood in the center of her room and waited, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths to try to calm herself down. After a few moments, she felt a warm pair of arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into a body that molded with her own perfectly.

Mitchie wrapped her arms around Alex's neck, bringing a hand up and tangling it in her dark, raven hair while the other grabbed at the fabric of Alex's baby blue t-shirt, balling it in her fist.

"Another plus to you being a wizard other than the totally awesome magic carpet, you can pop into my room any time I need you," she said before burying her face in her girlfriend's neck.

"I'm guessing they didn't take it well?" Alex asked, rubbing the small of Mitchie's back with her hands in soothing circles.

"Not at all," Mitchie muttered, her breath tickling the skin of Alex's neck and causing the Latino girl to shudder pleasantly. Mitchie smirked a little, loving the effect she had on the tough, yet sensitive Alex Russo.

"What happened?" Alex asked.

Mitchie picked her head up from Alex's neck and shook it. "Not yet. Just hold me right now. Please?"

"Okay," Alex said softly while nodding, understanding. "Come on." She removed her arms from Mitchie's waist, took her by the hand, and led her to the bed. She kicked her shoes off and lay down on Mitchie's bed, pulling her girlfriend with her.

Mitchie rested her head on Alex's chest, above her breasts, her arm snaking around Alex's waist almost instantly. As Alex's arms encircled her body, she closed her eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. She wanted to thank Alex for getting there so quickly, for caring so much, for being perfect…But she didn't get the chance, falling asleep almost instantly.

Alex smirked and kissed the top of Mitchie's head when she saw her girlfriend had fallen into slumber. She tightened her grip on the other girl, genuinely happy to have such a wonderful person in her arms. All her life, Alex never wanted to be taken care of. She always wanted someone to care for, which is why she'd become friends with Harper. Harper was weird in elementary school (not that she wasn't still weird, it was just worse when they were children) and got picked on severely. Then she and Alex became friends because they both snored during nap time and had to sleep in a separate room. After that, anytime Harper was tormented, Alex stepped in and fought for her. That's how their friendship worked. But Alex always longed for something deeper. She'd seen all of these movies with the 'perfect' boyfriends that did the sweetest things for their girlfriends and couldn't help wanting to do that for someone, for some girl because a boy would never appreciate it and she had no desire to take care of a boy. When she figured out she was gay, it made so much more sense. Her desire and need to be a caretaker came from her hormones and sexual desires.

And now, with Mitchie in her arms, she finally felt she was fulfilling her potential to be the girlfriend she'd always wanted to be to someone. She was a terrible girlfriend to her boyfriends, feeling like they should have been doing stuff for her and knowing just what to say, but they never did. Boys were clueless. This was her chance to treat this amazing girl how she felt she should be treated, how she thought her boyfriends should have treated her.

"I'm going to be so good to you, Mitchie," Alex said softly, gazing upon the sleeping girl's pretty face. She smiled and tucked a strand of Mitchie's hair behind her ear.

Knock, knock.

"Mitchie?" Came Connie Torres' muffled voice from behind Mitchie's door.

Alex's heart thudded against her ribcage with fear. She shook her sleeping girlfriend. "Mitchie!" she whisper-yelled. "Mitchie, wake up!"

"Huh?" Mitchie stirred, rubbing her eyes.

"Your mom's outside your door," Alex said, her eyes wide with fright.

Mitchie sat straight up, her eyes going wide as well as fear spread through her body. "You need to hide!"

"Where?" Alex asked, looking around. "Wait. I'm a wizard, duh." She almost chuckled at herself.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

"Mitchie! Open this door!" This was Mitchie's dad.

"Just go," Mitchie told Alex urgently.

Alex slipped her wand from her pants and twirled it around her head. Mitchie was about to call to her parents to come in when she heard a noise that sounded like something in her closet fell.

"Ow!" Alex said from within the closet.

"Really, Alex? The closet? Out of all the hiding spots in the universe, you choose my closet?" Mitchie rolled her eyes at her Alex's poor choice, but almost had to laugh at the fact that her girlfriend was in the closet, especially given the circumstances.

"Mitchie, if you don't open this door right now−" Her mother's threat was never finished because Mitchie had gotten up and swung the door open.

"It was unlocked the whole time," she said with raised eyebrows.

"Then why didn't you open the door when we first knocked?" her mother asked suspiciously.

"I was taking a nap," Mitchie said. Her eyes were still red with sleep, so her parents believed her. "I've been doing that a lot lately. I'm always tired."

"That's because of the baby," Connie said, glancing at her daughter's stomach.

"I figured that," Mitchie said, looking at her parents expectantly. "Well?"

"May we come in?" Steve asked softly.

Mitchie looked over her shoulder at the closet, silently apologizing to Alex. She turned her attention back to her parents. "Sure." She went over and sat cross-legged on her bed, waiting for the yelling to start.

Steve and Connie entered cautiously. They stood in the center of Mitchie's tiny room, each waiting for the other to start. Finally, Steve spoke up.

"We don't appreciate the way you spoke to us at dinner," he said. "It was rude and very much not like you, but we understand why you did so."

"I know you hate feeling like no one's listening to you and how much you hate not being accepted," Connie said. "And I can see how you took tonight's conversation like that. I'm sorry if I upset you. I also know that your pregnancy is affecting your emotions right now, which could be the cause of your outburst, which was very unlike you. So it will be excused."

"But you can't use that as an excuse all the time, so next time you speak to us that way, we're not going to be so lenient," Steve said. Mitchie just sat there and listened calmly. "We've done a lot for you considering the situation, a lot more than most parents would do. We'd just like some respect."

"Okay," she said quietly, knowing he was right. They deserved it.

"And while we agree that yes, you are very mature for your age and you are taking on a lot more responsibility than most kids your age, you still are a kid yourself. And we're your parents," Mrs. Torres said, her eyes glassy, showing her inner pain for having to admit that her only child was growing up. "You're going to need us in the next few months, and even years to come. You can't do this alone. You're not prepared to raise this child by yourself. Not yet."

"I know," Mitchie said quietly. "But I don't want to have to depend on you forever. This is my life, my mess. I want to take care of my baby myself."

"And we think you should too, but you will need our help," Connie said. "But yes, if you think you're capable of making your own decisions, then let's test just how responsible you can be."

"Pardon?" Mitchie raised her eyebrows at her parents.

"We want you to get a job," Steve explained. "We're going to pay doctor bills and everything, but since this is your baby and you want to be responsible for yourself and him or her, the first step in doing that is making your own money. It's not like you haven't had a job before. You know how to juggle school and work. Start doing that again. Save some money. Eventually you're going to have to put a child through school. That's not cheap."

"Okay," Mitchie said, standing from her bed. "I can do that."

"A-choo!"

A sudden sneeze made all three of them jump. Mitchie grabbed her noise as her parents looked back and forth between the closet and their daughter. She removed her hand from her nose and sniffed.

"Excuse me," she said, pretending that she'd been the one who sneezed.

"Bless you," Connie said dully, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.

"Now about this Alex thing…" Steve continued the conversation, forgetting the sneeze and completely believing it had been his daughter who'd make the noise.

"What about her?" Mitchie's eyes darted to her closet door, then back to her parents.

"First of all, does she have any idea what she's getting herself into by getting involved in a relationship with you?" Connie asked. "Does she realize the risks?"

"Yes, Mom," Mitchie said while crossing her arms over her chest. "We've talked about it. A lot. She knows. And we both know it's a risk. But Mom, Dad… She makes me so happy. We've only been dating since Thursday and I've only known her for a few months, but it feels like so much longer."

"When's her birthday?" Steve asked, testing her.

Mitchie's eyes went wide as she realized she didn't know the answer to this question. Then, as if she'd been listening to headphones, she heard it. It was Alex's voice, ringing clearly in her head.

Decemberfifteenth, her voice said.

Mitchie wasn't sure what had just happened, but she repeated the date anyway. "December the fifteenth."

Steve seemed satisfied by this, but Connie frowned.

"Mitchie, are you sure?" she asked. "Are you absolutely certain you're a lesbian?"

"If not that, I'm at least bisexual," she said, her shoulders rising in an apologetic shrug.

Steve shuddered. "Don't say words like that."

Mitchie looked at her father as if to say Really? and shook her head.

"Mitchie, I don't understand this. You liked−" she glanced at her husband, "You-Know-Who so much."

"I told you, I used him," Mitchie said quietly, looking at her mother sadly. She couldn't even imagine how confusing this was for her. "I liked Tess. And she wanted him, so I went after him to make her jealous. And then he paid all this attention to me, made me feel special. I did not want to like girls back then, which is another reason I attached myself to him so much. And then I thought 'hey, I could be normal if I'm with him.' But that wasn't what happened. I guess normal just isn't meant to be for me."

"Of course it isn't, Mitchie," Connie said, stepping forward and taking her daughter's face in her hands. "You're too special to be normal. You're so talented and intelligent. I think you can go really far with music. But I know that homosexuality is not exactly looked upon in a positive light all the time. I think it's something that could make you or break you. It could hold you back or give you that unique edge needed to give you that extra boost. And Mitchie, I know you. You hate being hated. The career you want with the sexuality you have is not a good mix."

"I understand that, Mom," Mitchie said. "But I'm strong. I can take a lot more criticism now that I've gone to Camp Rock. Not being loved is not going to kill me. If that were the case, I'd be dead already. And I don't know if I'll ever even get to create a demo."

"You will," Steve said, walking over to stand closer to his wife and daughter. "You're too good not to."

"Thanks." She smiled a little through the tears that were now forming in her eyes. "And I mean what I said earlier. Don't blame Alex. She didn't do anything. In fact, she didn't want this life for me. She tried to convince me I was going through a phase. But I'm not. I've known since I was seven years old." She took a deep breath. "And please don't hate her. She's so good to me, guys. You've met her already. You know how sweet she is."

"We don't hate Alex," Connie said with a sigh. "We don't think it's the best situation, but we're not going to tell you what to do. And we don't hate you either, Mitchie. You know that, right? No matter what you do. We may not agree with every decision and it may be harder to accept some things, may take longer to come around, but we'll always love you no matter what."

"And when you bring Alex around here," Steve started, "no displays of affections, please. I can handle you being together, but that doesn't mean I want to see it."

"And no more sleepovers," Connie said sternly. "That's inappropriate."

"What if we leave the door open?" Mitchie asked quickly.

"No." Steve shook his head.

"If she sleeps on the couch?" Mitchie asked hopefully.

In her head, she heard Alex scream Hey! What makes you think I want to sleep on the couch?! She almost laughed at this.

"Mitchie…"

"Please?"

Connie sighed. "We'll think about it. For now, though, the answer is no, and leave it at that." She shook her head and looked at the ground, spotting a navy blue pair of Converse sneakers. "Whose are these?" she asked, bending down to pick them up. "They're not yours. Yours are black."

Mitchie's heart nearly stopped when she realized the shoes her mother was holding were Alex's. "Uh…" She glanced at her closet again. "They're Alex's. She let me borrow them."

"These aren't even your size," Connie said, holding out the tongue of the sneaker, revealing they were a size too big for her daughter.

"Oh well," Mitchie said. "I'll just have give them back to her for school tomorrow." She grabbed the shoes from her mother's hands and glanced at the closet again.

This time, her glance did not go unnoticed by her parents.

Steve looked at her suspiciously. "Is there someone in there, Mitchie?"

"No." Mitchie shook her head quickly.

Steve stared at his scared-looking daughter for a few more seconds before crossing the small room and opening the closet door in one fluid motion. Mitchie closed her eyes, waiting for him to start yelling at her. But the yelling didn't come. She opened an eye to see him looking in the dark, small space. When she opened her other eye, Steve looked back at his wife and daughter.

"There's no one in here," he said, gesturing to the closet.

Mitchie took a step closer to look for herself, somewhat shocked. Then she remembered that her girlfriend was a wizard.

"Of course there isn't," she said, letting out the breath she'd been holding. "How could I sneak someone in when we're this high up? Besides, I wouldn't do that."

As her mother went over to look at the closet herself, Mitchie went to place Alex's shoes on her bed for when she returned. She glanced out the window, then did a double take. She had to stop herself from gasping in surprise.

On the roof of the building across the street stood a shivering Alex. If it hadn't been for the street light right next to the building, Mitchie would never have been able to see her in the dark. She gave her cold girlfriend a What the hell? look. Alex responded by unfolding her arms from her chest and holding them up in the air in a shrug, as if to say 'What did you want me to do?'

Mitchie was about to shake her head at her very silly girlfriend when she saw Alex's expression change to one of slight fear. Before Mitchie could even wonder what that expression was about, Alex dove onto the surface of the roof, out of sight because of the ledge.

Confused, Mitchie turned around, nearly jumping when she saw her mother had been standing behind her.

"Are you okay?" Connie asked, taking note of Mitchie's almost frantic expression.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really tired," she said. "I think I'll go to bed. I know it's only like eight, but Baby and I need our rest." She patted her stomach gently.

"Okay," Connie said, thinking her daughter was acting rather weirdly but deciding not to push the matter further. "Steve, come on. Let's go clean the kitchen and let Mitchie sleep."

"Night," Mitchie said as each of her parents took turns kissing her on the cheek. "Love you." She smiled and waved at the as they closed the door.

After a few seconds of making sure they'd actually walked away, Mitchie turned to look out the window again. No sooner had she looked had Alex's head popped back into sight.

Come here Mitchie mouthed, pointing to the ground in front of her.

She crossed the room to lock her door and before she even turned around, she heard teeth chattering. She returned to her bed, which now had a very cold Alex in it.

"So…C-c-cold!" Alex said, diving under Mitchie's covers.

Mitchie smiled and shook her head, crawling under the covers next to Alex.

"Warmth!" Alex cried, flinging her arms around Mitchie. She placed her face in the crook of Mitchie's neck, pressing her cold nose against her skin.

Mitchie had to bite her lip to stop herself from shrieking, afraid her parents would hear. "Alex!" she giggled. "You big silly! Why did you pick the closet as your hiding spot? You could have gone home and I could have texted you when they left."

"I wasn't thinking," Alex said, leaning back and making Mitchie lie down with her.

"And why did you pick across the street on that roof?"

"Once again, wasn't thinking," she said.

Mitchie shook her head and smirked. "You big dork."

"I resent that," she said, looking at Mitchie. "I'm not a dork. I'm a loser. Get it right."

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry!" Mitchie smiled.

"You should be. I think you owe me kisses." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"I owe you nothing," Mitchie said with a small laugh. "But you can have one."

She leaned her head in closer and placed a soft, gentle kiss on Alex's smooth, silky lips. Licking her own lips when she pulled away, Mitchie noticed the other girl's lips tasted like strawberries. She loved strawberries.

"I love kissing you," Mitchie commented.

"Am I your best kiss?" Alex smirked smugly.

Mitchie playfully shoved her girlfriend away and scooted father along the bed. "Shut up."

"Come back, you're warm!" Alex reached for Mitchie.

"I think you've warmed up, but go ahead." Mitchie smiled as Alex wrapped her arms around her again. "Hey, how did you do that telepathy thing?"

"Telepathy thing?" Alex furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Yeah, when I heard your voice in my head."

Realization dawned on Alex. "Oh! Is that what that's called? I didn't know that." She smirked. "It's just a simple spell. I used it all the time in school. It kind of connects our thoughts. I can hear yours, you can hear mine. I loved using it to mess with Justin's dorky friend Zeke."

"Have you ever used it to read my mind any other time than today?" Mitchie asked suspiciously, remembering the first day she met Alex, afraid the other girl was reading her mind. Turns out she could have been the whole time.

"No." Alex shook her head. "I only use my powers for good, not evil."

"Nice to know, Wonder Woman." Mitchie smiled and kissed Alex on the cheek, soon after resettling into her girlfriend's loving embrace.

They sat in silence for a few moments, just holding each other and enjoying one another's company.

While they sat, each got lost in her own thoughts. Alex couldn't stop thinking about Mitchie and her baby and who could possibly be responsible for all of this. She wanted to know. She said she'd wait until Mitchie was ready to tell her, but she was dying.

Slowly, Alex turned her head to look at Mitchie. Mitchie met her gaze, giving her a light smile. Alex took in a breath. She knew better than to ask from a past experience, but she couldn't stop herself. She had to know.

"So your baby daddy is Voldemort, huh?" she asked playfully, just to make the tone light before she went in for the real question.

"What?" Mitchie looked at her like she was crazy.

"Your mom said 'You-Know-Who' when talking about the guy that did this to you." She rubbed her hand over Mitchie's ever-growing stomach gently. "I didn't know Voldemort went to Camp Rock."

"Ha, ha. Very funny." Mitchie shook her head. "No, my dad just gets mad when we say is name."

This was it. The set up was perfect. Alex took a deep breath. "What is his name?" she asked gently, praying Mitchie wouldn't get mad at her for asking.

Her girlfriend asking about the father of her unborn child, the one she'd been keeping hidden, made her gut twist unpleasantly. She'd felt terrible about hiding it, but could Alex handle the truth? That she'd slept with one of the most popular pop stars out there at the moment?

"What's his name, Mitchie?" she asked again softly, holding the other girl's chocolaty brown gaze.

"Shane," Mitchie said without hesitation this time and without looking away. "His name is Shane."

This was enough for Alex. She didn't need a last name. First name would suffice. At least now she knew whom to curse and wish bad things upon.

"I hate Shane," Alex said simply.

Mitchie's heart swelled. Alex wasn't going to push her for a last name she wasn't even sure she ever wanted to reveal. She just wanted to know to whom to direct her anger. Alex didn't even know Shane, but she hated him. And Mitchie knew it was because of what he did to her. Alex cared about her that much. She hated Shane, and that made Mitchie fall for Alex a little bit more.

"Me too, Alex," Mitchie said softly. "Me too."

I don't care if Selena's birthday is in July. Alex is not Selena. Selena is a person, Alex is a character. And Alex's birthday is in December. Deal with it. It makes the story work better for me.

Question: What would be a good Mitchie/Alex couple name? Malex is taken by Alex/Mason. So what? I'm leaning towards Mitchex, Atchie, Matchie, Milex, or something like that. Tell me what you think. Tell me which one of mine you like, or tell me your own that you've come up with.

Review!