I dont own camp rock or joe jonas or anything related because if I did I would be dancing my way to the bank and would be married to him :P
My hands slid to theleft side of the bed, hoping, just wishing and praying that he was still there- the same place where he had been sitting last night before I had falled asleep. He wasn't there. Opening my eyes, I noticed that it was already morning and the room was alive with all of the heat and light brought by the smiling sun. My head was throbbing as I looked around the room trying to find someone. No one was in sight and the room door was closed. Sighing, I walked over to the bathroom and freshen upped. I managed to find a whole bunch of unused tooth brushes in the small cupboard in Shanes bathroom to which I gladly helped myself to. It was past noon and I had missed school. Half of the school day was over by now and here I was presumably alone, hung over in Shane Gray bedroom with his clothes on. A situation shousands of girls would die for, but at the moment, not me. I wonder what the news channels would think if they found out about this.
I peeped through the kitchen door, hoping not to bump into a parent- that would be embarrassing and was pleasently surprised to see Nate sitting down on one of the stools munching on a piece of apple.
"I swear, if you and Caity weren't dating I would kill you right now." I threatened stepping into the kitchen and sitting in front of him.
He looked me up and down staring at my clothes and my half joking expression. "Wow, looks like someone had fun last night." He smirked.
"Yeah, so much fun, Nate. I got drunk, puked the whole night, blabbered on all rubbish that I'm regretting now and guess what? Shane dressed me!.....I should go and inform Pop Informer Magazine don't you think? Ohh, that would be the news of the century..." I rambled taking a piece of apple from his plate and helping myself with the peanut butter.
"Hey, get your own food!" Nate screeched, moving the plate away from me. I pointed my knife towards him, giving him a pointed glare. "Or, maybe not....here...."
"Thanks..." I nodded.
"I didn't know the drink was gonna be all messed up, I swear, Mitch. Even Caity got all drunk yesterday and I had to go drop her home..."
"Oh..." I sighed. "Where is everyone anyway? And how come you're not in school, dont you have classes?"
"I only had one class to teach and Shane and Jason offered to cover for me so I didn't go and Your mom and my mom apparently had so much fun yesterday at your place that they're having a girls thingy. They're out for lunch and mom told me to order something when you wake up for lunch so what to you want? Chinese, Indian, Thai or do you wanna make something?"
"Is Shane trying to avoide me? That's why he took your class?"
Nate sighed, fixing his position back to the plate of browning apples. "I'm sorry, Mitchie. Shane is just such an ass when it comes to girls. He never makes the right choices, before with Chryl and now with you.....he's just so messed up...Caity told me about how much you like Shane, by the way thats how I know, if you're wondering."
I raised an eye brow. "Oh, Caity....how is she anyway?"
"She's still sleeping. I called her house like an hour ago."
"Oh..."
"Well, at least the good thing is that you look good in Shane's clothes." Nate smirked as I hit his arm. "You're mom thinks that you fell asleep at the party by the way, so no need to be worried about that. Shane took care of it. She checked on you before they left."
"How come Cheryl is back, Nate?" I asked apprehensively, not sure of what to expect.
"What.....what are you talking about...what?" He asked, nearly choking on his apple.
"She was here, at the concert last night....she met Shane, they umm....they uh kissed." I said awkwardly, feeling like a daggar had been pressed against me.
"Cheryl?" He asked in disbelief. "That's why Shane was kind of off this morning, not because of you but her....I can't believe it.....how on earth can she come here after all she's done to Shane and him being the stupid idiot he is actually kissed her?"
"Yeah, I guess..." I muttered.
"I'm so sorry that you had to see that, Mitchie." Nate comforted me, rubbing soothing circles on my hand. "She's ruined a lot already. What else is there left to ruin? Why is she here? I hate her."
"You're not the only one....I'm just...I think...Shane, he...he's really upset....last night he..he, his eyes were all red and puffy and I don't know....he's just, probably been crying or something. You just...when he's back, just look after him, okay? I don't know...just make sure he's okay....I don't wanna see him right now. Gosh, I feel like such an...such and idiot, he doesn't even like me and I'm..."
"Mitchie." Nate squeezed my hand. "Stop, it's okay."
"No, Nate. It's not okay....I need to....I just need to get out of these clothes..." I stood up from the stool. The friction between the steel stool and the tiled floor making a squeaking sound. I ran out of his house, stumbling towards the broken fence, leaving the Gray residence and entering mine.
Upstairs in my room I stripped out of Shanes clothes leaving them on the floor and taking a hot shower. My muscles seemed to relax as the warm water hit my skin, but my mind was hysterical. I felt like crying. I felt like an idiot. I made such a big fool of myself....what was I thinking? He is Shane Gray. He can only like movie actors or famous singers not someone who is a no one. That's not possible. He doesn;t want to speak to me anymore. I bet he was laughing his head off after I fell asleep last night, replaying my foolish words.
I tried to cry myself to sleep after the shower, but sleeping was beyond me. I couldnt stop reminding myself how idiotic I had acted, how naive I was pretending to be. I wasn;t me. I wasn;t like that. I was strong and alert. I was never weak, my parents hadn't brought me up like that and eventhough I was used to living without them I just felt so lonely at that moment. My heart was breaking and I needed someone to at least console me, give me false hope and say words to me that would not help but still make me feel a little better. I just needed someone. Anyone.
Sleep finally over took me but didn't even last half an hour because of the knocking sound coming from the other side of my door. My heart stopped for a second thinking, and secretly wishing that it was Shane. I just wanted him. I wanted to say something to him that would make me feel better after saying, maybe harsh words or maybe something sweet. I needed him.
"Come in." I choked out, realizing that tears were still streaming down my cheeks unconctrolably. I sighed in relief and in dissapointment when I saw Justins smiling face popping out of my door, his expression changing seeing my state.
"Mitch, what happened?" He questioned, running to me, his eyes staring widely trying to read my face. It was the firs time he saw me cry since seventh grade. I hadn't cried that long so you could only imagine the shock that was held in his expression. He was speechless for a while as I grabbed onto his shirt and cried out all of my heartbreak. He wrapped his hands around my shoulder protectively, still speachless, his silence asking a million questions but my crying overpowing every single thing. He came, expecting some exciting news regarding the party last night since he hadn't been able to attened it but all he got was my story of how foolish I acted.
"It's not your fault, Mitchie...you were drunk and honestly...I just...I just...I wanna punch my fist into Shane's nose. So what if he's a fucking celebrity...how could he do that to you...he know how much you like him."
"It's not his fault Jus....He doesn't like me, we aren't even together....he's just a fucking confused, wrong decision making popstar who has had millions of girls like me telling him I love you. Why the hell would I be any different to him?"
"How can you take his side? You're crying Mitchie, YOU....You never cry..." He let out trying to console me. It wasn't working though. "I just seriously hate him now. No one and I repeat no one make's my sister cry. Are you sure he didn;t do anything to you? I mean, you were drunk...I swear, if he even touched a single hair on your body I will blend him into a strawberry smoothie and feed him to those annoying girls who keep screaming his name...."
"Jus..." I laughed at his statement. "Please, you know him better than that."
"I do, but I don't trust him anymore."
"Hmm...." I breathed out into his chest, the tears draining his shirt. They wouldnt stop and no matter how much I tried to explain to myself that what's done is done...I couldnt.
"Can I uh....can I speak to Mitchie?" I heard Shane's voice. It was slighlty guarded, waiting for a scolding or a shout or waiting or Justin to say something bad. We both turned towards the door where Shane was standing, half of his body inside the room while the other covered by the door.
I closed my eyes and breathed out heavily, turning myself so that my back was facing towards him.
"I can get rid of him if you want." Justin whispered.
"It's fine....I need to talk to him anyway..." I sobbed out and with that Justin left the room leaving a uncomfortable silence behind.
I flinched slighlty as I heard the room door close and felt Shane's footsteps coming closer and closer to me untill he was sitting right next to me on the bed, taking Justins position. I begged myself to stop crying. It was just inaudible tears, all emotions had been drained out long ago, just water leaving my body.
"I'm so sorry, Mitch." He said, looking at my state. "I'm such an idiot...I just hate myself." He took my hand in his placing it on his knee, trying to read my expression at the same time. It was a wonerful feeling- his hand on mine, just like how I expected the feeling of heaven to be, but much better. I felt warm and happy. I felt like someone I had never been before and I didn't wan't that feeling to go the second he would let go. "I'm sorry I'm responsibel for your conditon right now, I'm sorry I kissed her, Mitchie...She just came out from no where...I didnt even know she was there untill after the show and she came back telling me how much she missed me and asking for a explaination for my absence.....I'm just so messed up but I know that doesn't justify my actions." He said, removing his hand from mine and making me feel like a piece of me had been taken away again. Instead, he moved his hand onto my cheeks brushing away my tears as the continued flowing. "I saw he after so long and she kissed me and it made me feel like how I was before....it just made me remember how we were together and how much she meant to me....it was a mistake...I was falling in her trap again...I just...it was a mistake." He finished and I stayed quiet. "Please, Mitchie...please just say something...."
"I-I...I don't...know what...what to ssay, Shane." I admitted. "I don't know."
"Please forgive me." His voice begged. It was so sincier that it made me feel so weak. Tears kept falling for no reason what so ever and I couldnt stop them.
I shook my head. "Honestly, I'm no one to you.....I'm not someone to ask forgiveness to. I'm just a girl who loves you...if you want forgiveness then go to your family and ask them for it because they love you so much Shane and they hate seeing you in all of the pain you put yourself through....why don't you just....why don't you just break up with her?"
"You are someone to me, Mitchie..." He said, defensive. "You are everything to me....I broke up with her last night. It was hard, and she went bizzare but I did, okay? I....Oh gosh, please, Mitchie...please stop crying." He begged again, pulling me into his chest. "Please....Mitchie...you really are something to me...you are my someone.....I need you with me. I probably wouldnt have ended things with her even after knowing the truth about her if you were't in my life....I broke up with her because I hate seeing you with someone else. I hate seeing you talk to Davide or be near him....I used to hate seeing you with Justin untill I realized he's like your brother....I even hate seeing you with Nate...it's stupid and last night when you were dancing with that random guy like that I just lost it in my head. I felt like my blood was boiling and I wanted to beat that guy up so badly. I wanted to break every bone of his untill he could never walk again....I felt like I was going crazy. Just please.....please forgive me, honey."
We sat in silence, him waiting for an answer from me and I not not having anything to offer. I didn't know why he was asking for forgiveness for from me because technically I wasn't the one. If I was his girlfriend then I would have been the person, but honestly thinking about it I was like those millions of girls who love him and it was like he was asking for fogiveness from them when he didn't even need to because they were not a real part of his life.
"Please, Mitchie. I just....I really....I don't know. I think I'm in love with you."
Shane....Shane...Shane.....oh, dear......you and your confused feelings. Well, finally atleast you spilled them out.....Lets see what Mitchie says shall we??
Its been more than 10 chapters and I thought that its time they were together although I'm not saying that they are. Micthie still has so accept him......I want some smitchie fluff and Im dying to write smitchie fluff thats why I ran into this otherwise I wouldnt have made shane confess his feelings to her so soon I was gonna add more drama with davide and some fighting with Justin....I wanted justin to give Shane a black eye LOL and then mitchie coming and acting doctor to Shane, maybe in the future or maybe not....I dont wanna tell u guys....but hey I love confused and angry Shane.....who else does?
What do you guys think Mitchie will say?
Normally I take two days to write a chapter- a couple of hours a day but I wrote this in three hours in one day so its not too long, forgive me and dont forget to drop a review.
press the button u know you wanna....I gave you Shanes feelings although I cannot say that is the end of Cheryl....I havent even introduced u guys to her :P
Everyone wants to meet her, right? Of course!! hahah
LOL okay im beinf evil now.....review please.....