Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place. I do not own "Don't Forget" by Demi Lovato.
Not gonna lie. I was drinking towards the end of this. Happy holidays! Lol. Uploaded this chapter at 1:55 am Christmas Eve morning. This story is so perfect and special. I love that the timing fell in sync with the year.
SO! My pal Whurmy brought it to my attention that on a blog someone asked for a good Demena fan fic, and someone replied with a link to THIS STORY. First, OMG WOW! I am amazed and honored! Second, the person who did it was anonymous. So whoever did it, if you have an account on here, please come forward and tell me who you are. I'd like the thank you personally. But if you don't, I'll just say it here. THANK YOU TO WHOEVER RECOMMENDED MY STORY ON THAT BLOG. That's just...wow. All I can say.
"Merry Christmas!" exclaimed Caitlyn as she was welcomed into the Torres apartment.
"Caitlyn, Christmas is two days away," Mitchie said, taking the present Caitlyn was thrusting into her hands.
"I know, but this is the last time you'll see me before Christmas, so I have to give you my good wishes now!" the girl exclaimed. She shook snow out of her brown curls, letting the flakes fall to the floor where they melted seconds later. "Boy, it's really coming down out there, huh?" she asked, looking out the living room window.
"Yes." Mitchie nodded. "I hate it. I can't stand being cold. Growing up in Texas, I never had to deal with that."
"How do you think I feel?" Caitlyn asked, going over to sit on the couch. "I grew up in California! It's summer all the time there!"
"I bet you can't wait to get back there, then," Mitchie said, crossing the living room. She bent down and got Caitlyn's present from under the small, fake tree they'd set up in the corner. Mitchie hated it. She was used to having a big, real tree. She loved the smell. It just didn't feel like Christmas without it.
"No, I can't wait," Caitlyn said, taking the present from Mitchie when she handed it to her. "It will be good to see my mom again. I've missed her."
"How are things with your dad?" Mitchie asked, a little concerned. She knew how much attention Caitlyn could need at times, and he didn't seem like the type of guy who could give that. And they'd both been so busy with school and dancing for Caitlyn and school and work (and Alex) for Mitchie, they hadn't seen each other since the day Mitchie had found her way to Caitlyn's apartment.
"Well… He gave me my presents," Caitlyn said, looking at the gift in her lap. "Surprise, surprise… He got me everything I wanted."
"That's good, isn't it?" Mitchie asked, putting her hand on Caitlyn's shoulder.
"Yeah, except all I really wanted was a conversation with him." Caitlyn sighed, her face long. "Or even a hug."
"You want a hug? I'll give you a hug," Mitchie said, pulling Caitlyn to her and enveloping her in a huge hug. "I know it's not from who you wanted, but a hug's a hug, huh?"
Caitlyn smiled slightly, pulling out of her friend's embrace. "Thanks, Mitchie."
"You're welcome." Mitchie gave her a caring smile.
"So, are we going to open these or what?" Caitlyn asked, obviously changing the subject.
"Oh my goodness!" Caitlyn exclaimed, staring at the photograph Mitchie had just handed to her. It was the one of the ultrasound. "Look at little Mitchie or Shithead!"
"Can you not call him that?" Mitchie asked, though she was laughing slightly. It was a pretty good nickname, but she didn't think it would be a good thing to get in a habit of calling her baby's father bad names, even if she felt he deserved them.
"Fine, Dickhead then," Caitlyn said, shrugging.
Mitchie laughed again and looked up at the ceiling. She was lying on her back in the middle of her living room floor, Caitlyn beside her, lying on her stomach. She was happy to be spending time with her best friend, though she was sad at the same time. In order to spend this afternoon with Caitlyn, she'd had to ask for the day off at the sub shop, which meant she couldn't spend the afternoon with Alex. The only thing getting her through was knowing that she'd be seeing her that night when she popped into her room.
"Hey, Cay, can I ask you something?" Mitchie asked, turning her head so she was looking at Caitlyn.
"Hmm?" she asked, tearing her eyes from the photo in her hand. The black sunglasses with yellow sides Mitchie had gotten her for Christmas sat atop her head, pushing her brown curls back.
"It's really important…"
Caitlyn set the photo down and clasped her hands in front of her. "You know you can tell or ask me anything. What's up?"
Mitchie stared at Caitlyn for a few seconds, trying to let Caitlyn know just how serious this was with her eyes. "Would you be the Godmother?" she asked, placing her hands on her stomach.
"Really?" Caitlyn asked, her eyes wide as a huge smile stretched across her face. "You're asking me?"
"Of course I am!" Mitchie smiled as well. "You're my best friend. Who else would I ask?"
Caitlyn's smile dropped. "I thought you'd ask Alex, since she's your girlfriend…"
Mitchie sat up, looking at her friend in disbelief. "Caitlyn, she may be my girlfriend, but you're still my best friend. Nothing will ever change that. I may love her, but I loved you first, and if you think that I'm going to repla−"
"Whoa, whoa, PAUSE!" Caitlyn exclaimed, sitting up as well which caused her glasses to fall from her head and to the carpet beside her. Mitchie fell silent. "Did you just say you love Alex?"
Mitchie blushed deeply and she tried to hide her smile by hanging her head and letting her hair fall in her face. "Yes…"
Caitlyn had to smile a little at how much Mitchie acted like a little kid with a crush when it came to Alex. "Does she know?"
"Yes," Mitchie said shyly, playing with the bracelet Caitlyn had gotten for her on her wrist. Guitar pick charms hung from it. "I told her. And then she said she loved me back."
"Awe, you said it first." Caitlyn poked Mitchie in the shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah." Mitchie giggled, her cheeks still pink.
"Well, that settles it," Caitlyn said, sitting cross legged and putting her hands on her knees. "I need to meet her now."
"I−Uh…Now?" Mitchie gulped. She didn't know if she was ready for that just yet. Her best friend meeting her girlfriend? She knew she'd already met Harper, but somehow, this felt different. Maybe because it was her best friend this time.
"Not right now," Caitlyn said. "But in the near future, yes. I want to meet her. I have to make sure she's worthy of your love now that she's earned it. So, when I get back, you're introducing me, whether you want to or not."
"Fine," Mitchie said, knowing it was no use to fight.
"Then it's settled."
Mitchie shrugged. "I guess so."
Caitlyn nodded. "Good."
"Great."
"And Mitch?"
"Hmm?"
"Yes."
Mitchie tilted her head to the side. "Yes what?"
"Yes, I'll be Godmother."
"You will?" Mitchie asked excitedly, a smile stretching across her face.
"Of course," Caitlyn said, smiling also. "You're my best friend. I'd be honored."
"Well…Good, then."
"Yeah, good."
"Great."
"Great."
"Awesome."
"Uh huh."
"Yes…"
Caitlyn laughed. "Stop that."
Christmas Eve night, after having a lovely dinner with her parents, Mitchie sat in her room at her desk, making a list of possible names for the baby. So far, she only had about three written down: Chris, Bailey, Jamie…None of them seemed right, though.
She closed her notebook quickly when she heard a knock on her door, not wanting the person who was standing behind it to see what she was doing. She didn't want anyone seeing the names and trying to give their input. This was her baby. She would be the one to name it.
"Come in," she said, brushing her hair back behind her ear.
Her father poked his head in and gave her a small smile. "Your mom and I are going walk through Central Park. Do you want to come?"
Mitchie shook her head. "No, you guys go. Have fun."
"You sure?" Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah, go ahead." Mitchie smiled. She knew how romantic it could be to walk through Central Park with your lover. She wasn't about to stand in the way of her parents having an experience like the one she'd had with Alex.
Steve gave her one last smile before closing her door again. Mitchie waited, listening for when her parents left. She heard them shuffling to put their coats on, then the opening and closing of their apartment door. As soon as she heard the lock click, she picked up her phone from the desk beside her and typed a quick text to Alex.
My parents are going out. Come over if you can.
She sent the text and got up, opening her door and walking out into the hallway. She went over to the tree in the living room, getting Alex's present from under the tree just in case her girlfriend popped into her room in the next few seconds. She regarded the presents under the tree with her name on them, remembering being a kid and believing in Santa Claus. Those were the days. She was just a child, nowhere near ready to worry about raising one of her own. Sometimes, she couldn't help feeling like she was still just a kid and that this was all some bizarre dream she would wake from at any moment. That the presents under the tree were actually for her. Sure, she knew there were some CD's and maybe a few music things that were for her, but the majority she knew was stuff for the baby, like bottles and other things she would need.
Her parents seemed to be more excited than her sometimes. Ever since they'd learned her due date, her mother had started buying little gifts for the baby and wrapping them. Seriously, there were a few marked "Baby" under the tree.
Mitchie shook her head, smiling a little at her mother's excitement. She turned from the tiny tree and went back to her room, finding Alex sitting on her bed, smiling.
"Hey, you," Alex said while Mitchie closed the door.
"Hey yourself." Mitchie tossed the gift to Alex, who caught it, and sat beside her on the bed. "Merry Christmas," she said, giving her girlfriend a quick peck on the cheek.
"But Christmas isn't until tomorrow," Alex said, eyeing the gift in her hands. "And the shirt for my birthday was enough, really."
"I couldn't wait. Now stop complaining and open your gift!"
Alex sighed and rolled her eyes at Mitchie's persistence, but undid the bow from the slender box in her hands. That's all that was used to wrap it, a bow, but it was enough. She lifted the lid, and smiled happily when she saw what was inside.
She lifted two drumsticks from the box. They were black, like her wand, with grey tips. A white V was at the bottom.
"You got me Vater drumsticks?" Alex asked, admiring the sticks in her hands. She'd always wanted a pair, but only ever used the kind that came with her drum set.
Mitchie nodded slowly. "I know you play the drums because I've seen your kit in your room. I couldn't get you an elaborate present because the shirt set me back, but I had to get you something. And this guy Andy that I went to Camp Rock with used this kind. He said they were the best. If you don't like them, I underst−"
"Mitchie, I love them!" Alex said, grabbing Mitchie's hand and interrupting her nervous rant. "Mine are all beat up and used. I needed some new ones. Thank you." She offered her a gentle smile.
Mitchie breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I thought you'd hate it."
"I could never hate anything you give me," Alex said honestly. She set the drumsticks back in their box, then put it to the side. "Now, time for your present. Hold out your hands."
Mitchie raised an eyebrow, but did as told, placing her hands out in the air, side by side with her palms up. Alex slipped her wand from its holder and held it out towards Mitchie's hands. She muttered something under her breath and gave the wand a quick wave, a blue ball of light illuminating from its tip. The ball went straight to Mitchie's hands, got brighter, then disappeared, a wrapped gift taking its place.
"I'll never get tired of that," Mitchie said with a smile as she stared at the gift wrapped in red paper sitting in her hands. It was poorly wrapped with tape everywhere and too much on one side, but that just made it cute to Mitchie. "Did you wrap this yourself?" she asked, holding up the gift.
Alex averted her eyes. "Maybe."
Mitchie giggled and shook her head. "I love it."
"Okay, so I suck at wrapping. You suck at bowling," Alex said with a slight pout. "Well all suck at something."
"I scored in the seventies!" Mitchie defended, though she was smiling. "And your wrapping isn't that bad."
"Just open this ugly gift so we don't have to look at it anymore," Alex said, gesturing towards the present in Mitchie's hands.
"Fine."
Mitchie started tearing the paper from the box, as well as she could with all the tape, that is. Finally, she had all the paper off and all that was left was a plain brown box. She opened the lid and sifted through the tissue paper until she got to the gift. Her jaw dropped as she pulled from the box a beautiful, leather, black guitar strap. Turning it over, she saw her name embroidered in red script.
"Alex, this is amazing," she said somewhat breathlessly. "Seriously, I think this is the nicest present I've ever gotten. It's so…Personal."
"I spent a whole month's paycheck on it," Alex said, scratching the back of her neck.
"You really didn't have to," Mitchie said, seeming to forget she'd spent nearly two hundred dollars on Alex's birthday present. "But thank you." She leaned forward and gave Alex a quick kiss on the lips, pulling away shortly after. "I'm going to put it on right now."
She got up and crossed over to her closet, swinging the door open. She rummaged through the cramped space until she got to her guitar case, pulling it out. She set it on the floor and unzipped it, bringing out her prized possession: her black electric guitar. The strap from Alex matched perfectly. She quickly set to work with removing the old strap and putting the new one on. When she was done, she stood and put her arm and head through the strap, placing the guitar in front of her.
"How's it feel?" Alex asked, standing and stepping closer to Mitchie.
"Good," she said with a wide smile. "Very comfortable. I love it. It's just a little long." She turned, her back to Alex. "Can you adjust the strap for me?"
"Sure." Alex walked over and took hold of the adjuster for the strap, sliding it down Mitchie's back, making the guitar go up farther. "Is that good?"
Mitchie put her hands like she'd be playing. "A little higher." Alex pulled at the adjuster more. "Stop. Perfect!"
Alex let go and took a step back as Mitchie turned around, guitar poised at the perfect length.
"How's it look?" Mitchie asked, looking down at her guitar.
"Great!" Alex said. "Man, did I get the perfect strap or what? It matches so well!"
"Yes, you did a good job," Mitchie commented, running her fingers over the metal strings hesitantly. "Remember that song I was working on?"
Alex nodded. "The one about the person with the bad memory?" She smirked at her own joke.
Mitchie gave a slight chuckle. "Yeah, that one… Well, I finished it. And I told you I'd play it for you when I was finished."
"Concert for Alex?" Alex asked, pointing to herself.
"If Alex gets my amp out and sets it up for me, yes, concert for Alex," Mitchie said, smiling amusedly.
"Closet?" Alex asked, this time pointing to the closet. Mitchie nodded and Alex scrambled forward, moving aside various objects to get to the amplifier. She pulled it out and plugged it in right away. Poking out from Mitchie's guitar case was the end of a chord. Alex reached over and pulled it out, thankful it was the right chord. Mitchie held out the end of her guitar for Alex to plug it in and she did, then plugged the other side into the amp. Once Alex pressed the 'on' button, Mitchie strummed a few chords, testing it.
"Now go to my desk. In the first drawer is my notebook with the song. It's the very first one on top," Mitchie instructed. "Grab a pick off my desk while you're over there, too."
Alex did as Mitchie asked, pulling the notebook from the drawer and grabbing a discarded pick from the pile Mitchie kept on the corner of her desk. She went over to her girlfriend and handed her the pick.
"What do you want me to do with the notebook?" she asked.
"Can you open it and hold it for me so I can read as I go along?" Mitchie asked. "I don't completely have it committed to memory yet."
"Sure." Alex started flipping through the pages, skimming quickly as she sat on Mitchie's bed. She only saw a few lines of each song she passed, but of what she did read, the lines were really good. "Is this it?" She stopped when she got to the page with "Don't Forget" written at the top, the neatest page, that is. The two pages before it seemed to be Mitchie's draft page. The one she'd stopped at was very neat and actually legible.
"That's the one," Mitchie said with a nod.
Alex held up the notebook, words facing Mitchie. She was dying to read them, but knew she'd be hearing them soon enough.
Mitchie stepped in front of Alex, taking a few deep breaths. "Don't say anything until I'm done, okay?"
Alex nodded. "Of course."
Mitchie took a few more deep breaths before singing the first line.
"Did you forget," she started strumming, "that I was even alive? Did you forget everything we ever had? Did you forget, did you forget about me?"
Alex sat there in shock as she listened to the beautiful voice coming from Mitchie. Mitchie had told her that she sang, but WOW. She'd never expected this. As she went through the first verse, the emotion was so palpable that Alex felt her heart breaking. Or maybe that was just knowing the story that inspired the song.
"Did you regret ever standing by my side?
Did you forget we were feeling inside?
Now I'm left to forget about us
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song, you can't forget it
So now I guess this is where we have to stand
Did you regret ever holding my hand?
Never again, please don't forget, don't forget."
Alex's heart was in her throat, watching as Mitchie's closed her eyes, pain etched on her face. She was reliving it.
"We had it all, we were just about to fall
Even more in love, than we were before
I won't forget, I won't forget about us."
Mitchie opened her eyes, tears threatening to start falling. Her voice trembled, but came back strong. Alex became confused when the image of Mitchie in front of her began to get blurry. Then she realized, she was crying too.
"But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song you can't forget it."
When Mitchie hung her head, Alex thought the song was over. She was about to stand when suddenly, Mitchie started strumming faster and almost violently. This time when she started singing, her voice wasn't full of pain. It was filled with pure anger.
"Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song, you can't forget it at all."
Alex's jaw dropped as Mitchie sang the last note. It was unbelievable. How in the world did this girl not have a recording contract? How had she not been discovered yet?
"And at last all the pictures have been burned
And all the past is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget, please don't forget us
Somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song but you won't sing along
You've forgotten about us."
The last few lines were so soft and heartbreaking. As a tear rolled down her cheek, Mitchie whispered the last few words.
"Don't forget."
Alex dropped the notebook and immediately got to her feet. Mitchie moved her guitar so that it was in back of her moments before her girlfriend's arms wrapped tightly around her. Mitchie's tears fell silently, the pain subsiding by being in Alex's embrace.
"He really hurt you that bad, Mitch?" Alex asked, tears running down her own cheeks.
Mitchie pulled out of the hug and ran her hand down Alex's arm, intertwining their fingers when she got to her hand. She led Alex to the bed, where Alex sat immediately. Mitchie let go of Alex's hand to take her guitar off, then set it down, standing against her bed.
"Yes," she answered finally, sitting beside Alex. "I know that may be hard to understand because I used him, but he did become a very good friend of mine. I actually cared for him, and I thought he cared for me. Having someone you trust do something like that to you really messes with you, whether you have romantic feelings for them or not. I've been carrying with me the feeling of abandonment he left with me for months. There was a hole in my chest that he left." Mitchie placed her hand over her heart. "For a long time, I wasn't okay. But being with you, that's been filling that hole I thought would be left open forever. He didn't just use me, he forgot me."
"I'd never do that to you, Mitchie, you know that," Alex said quickly, grabbing Mitchie's hand that wasn't on her chest.
"I know," Mitchie said softly. "Because you have something that he doesn't."
"What's that?" Alex asked curiously.
"A heart." Mitchie removed her hand from her chest and pointed at Alex's, touching it gently with her index finger.
"But my heart isn't my own anymore," Alex said gently, bringing her hand up to wipe away her quick-drying tears with her palm. She then did the same to Mitchie's face.
"What do you mean?" Mitchie titled her said to the side, looking at Alex.
"This," she patted her chest where her heart was, right where Mitchie's finger had been, "belongs to you."
Mitchie smiled. "That was corny." She cupped Alex's cheek in her hand. "But sweet. And you know mine is yours as well."
"Now who's corny?" Alex chuckled lightly.
"Touché." Mitchie dropped her hand, her fingers brushing over the skin of Alex's cheek as it fell. "Hey, Alex?"
"Yes, Love?"
"For my birthday…Can you just put my present in a bag?" Mitchie grinned cheekily, bringing up the earlier discussion of Alex's terrible wrapping skills to lighten the mood.
Alex reached behind Mitchie and grabbed a pillow. She gently hit Mitchie over the head with it, grinning.
"Jerk." Alex laughed. "But yeah, sure. January twenty-sixth. Bagged present. Got it."
Mitchie froze, staring at Alex.
"What…?" Alex asked cautiously.
"I never told you when my birthday was," Mitchie said.
"I know," Alex said. "But one night when you went to the bathroom I got bored was looking through the pictures for the other months on your calendar, and I saw your birthday in January."
"When was that?" Mitchie asked curiously.
Alex stopped to think. "The second night I stayed over after we became a couple?"
"That was weeks ago," Mitchie said.
"I know."
She smiled a little. "You didn't forget…"
Alex returned the smile. "No, I didn't forget."
Both girls were very aware of how dorky they were being, and cheesy on account of the song, but neither cared. The moment had been perfect, and they took advantage of that. Sometimes, it's okay to be a dork for the person you love.
Later that night (after Mitchie's parents had come back, Alex popped back to her house, and popped back an hour later), Mitchie once again lay in Alex's arms like every single night since the day Mitchie had started working at the sub shop. Neither girl could sleep. They just lay there, Mitchie's back pressed into Alex's front.
"Hey," Mitchie whispered urgently. "Look! It's snowing."
Alex lifted her head a little to look out the window. By the light of the streetlight, she could make out flakes fluttering silently in the wind. She smiled and put her head down again.
"Yes, it is," she said.
Mitchie turned so that she was facing Alex, the other girl's arms still around her. "Looks like we're going to have a white Christmas," she said with a smile.
"Looks like it," Alex said. No sooner had the words left her mouth than a vibrating sound filled the room. "What the heck?" Alex said, recognizing it as her phone receiving a text message. She turned slightly and stuck her arm out, snatching the device off the desk. She flipped it open to see she had a text from Harper. Curiously, she opened it.
Merry Christmas :) the text read. Checking the time, she saw it was sent at exactly midnight.
Alex smiled before typing a quick "you too" and sending it. She closed her phone and placed it back on Mitchie's desk.
"What was that about?" Mitchie asked curiously.
Alex said nothing, just leaned into Mitchie and kissed her gently. She put her hand on the other girl's cheek, rubbing her thumb in gentle circles. Mitchie smiled into it, reaching her hand around to the back of Alex's neck, pushing their lips together more. Alex flicked her tongue against Mitchie's lips and Mitchie opened her mouth. Alex's tongue made its way into the warmth, expecting to immediately start massaging Mitchie's tongue with her own. However, tonight Mitchie decided to fight her for dominance. Their tongues battled, dancing together. Pleasurable tingles washed over Alex and though she tried to hold it in, a low moan escaped her throat, muffled by Mitchie's mouth being pressed against her own. Feeling the moan vibrating in Alex's chest, which was pressed against her own, Mitchie pulled away slowly.
They stared at each other in the darkness, each panting to desperately try to get oxygen back into their lungs.
"Alex?" Mitchie asked between gasps, trying to figure out why she'd just gotten the best kiss of her life.
Alex smiled, still trying to get her breathing under control. "Merry Christmas, Mitchie."
Mitchie's darkened eyes widened. She picked up her head and looked at the clock on her bedside table. It was a few minutes after twelve. It was officially Christmas, her first Christmas with Alex and her last without her baby. She smiled widely and lay back down, looking at her girlfriend with all of the love she had for her in her heart.
"Merry Christmas, Alex."
I'm not the biggest fan of this chapter, but I couldn't have done it any other way.
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