Mitchie POV-
"Hey Popstar." I say walking into Shane's hospital room with my guitar in my hands. He smiles and turns to me.
"Hey Mitch." He says. "What's with the guitar?" I smile.
"Well since you showed me your song I wanted to show you mine." He grins.
"You know Mitchie, Iv'e never really heard you sing." I smile at him and start to strum my guitar. Let's hope this helps his remember..
Hmmmm..
Here I am.
Feels like the walls are closing in, once again it's time to face it and be strong.
I wanna do the right thing now I know it's up to me somehow, Iv'e lost my way.
If I could take it all back I would now, I never ment to let you all down.
Now Iv'e got to try to turn it all around and figure out how to fix this I knows there a way so I promise.
I'm gonna clean up the mess I made.
Maybe it's not to late..
I look over at Shane who's eyes are full of amazment and his mouth is in the form of an O shape.
Maybe it's not to late, oohh.
So I'll take a stand even though it's complicated, if I can I'll change the way Iv'e made it.
Iv'e gotta do the right thing now, I know its up to me somehow, I'll find my way.
If I could take it all back I would now, I never ment to let you all down.
Now Iv'e got to try to turn it all around and figure out how to fix this, I know there's a way so I promise.
I'm gonna clean up the mess Iv;e made.
Maybe it's not to late.
I'm gonna find the strengh to be the one that holds it all together.
Show you that's I'm sorry, but I know that we can make it better.
If I could take it all back I would now, I never ment to let you all down.
And figure out how to fix this, I know there's a way so I promise.
I'm gonna clean up the mess I made (mess I made) maybe it's not to late..
I never ment to let you all down.
Now Iv'e got to try (Got to try) to turn it all around.
And figure out how to fix this I know there's a way so I promise.
I'm gonna clean up the mess I made.
Maybe It's not to late.
Maybe it's not to late.
Hoohhmm..
Yeah...
"Your the girl.." He whispers as I set my guitar down on the chair and walk over to him as he motions for me to.
"Your the girl with the voice.." He says again. I find myself smiling as he scoots over and pats the bed.
"Are you sure Shane? because I don't want to hurt you.."
"Mitchie..I'm fine." I nod and take a seat beside him.
"So I'm the girl huh?" I ask with a small laugh.
"Yes.." I grin again. He leans into kiss me with a small smile, okay more like a huge one. I lean too and our lips meet for about thirty seconds. We pull away and my forehead touches his.
"Mitch?" I look him in the eyes hoping something jogged his memory.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"What is today?" Did it?
"June 11th.." He smiles.
"Shane can I show you something?" He nods and I reach for the photo album off of the bedside table, the photo album that Caitlyn and Sarah made for Shane and I a couple of weeks ago. I hand it to him and it has a huge picture of Shane and from our first year on the cover and reads Shane and Mitchie I yellow gitterly letters. He looks me in the eyes with a small smile on his lips and opens the book up. I watch his movements as he looks from each photo. The first few our of both of us after our first Final Jam together. He looks at me with confusion. A few of us after last summer, one of us asleep on my bed(Caitlyn probably took that one), One of us from our water fight in my backyard, the one from our concert video, some from last summer, and the last one that was recently added was on the day Shane left Camp Rock this year. He gives me a look of confusion.
"Shane do you remember any of this?"
"Should I?" He asks starring me in the eyes.
"Yes.." I reply trying not to cry now.
"Mitch.. I-I don't.." I nod.
"I know.." He smiles softly at me.
"I'm sorry.." He whispers.
"I know Shane, you can't help it.."
"Mitchie what happened?" He asks seriously.
"Do you want to know?" He nods.
"Absolutley." I take a deep breath.
"Okay a few of days ago, you left me. Charlie, Sarah, Caitlyn, Nate, and Jason all at Camp Rock to meet with your manager here in LA and then I got a call from the hospital saying that you had been in a car acident, your diver lost conroll of the car and hit head on with another car. You were flown forward and hit your head." I say pointing to the stiches on his forehead.
"You burised a lung, broke that arm and a couple of ribs." He nods and looks me in the eyes.
"I'm sorry Mitchie." He points to the pictures, the one of us laying in eachother's arms.
"We looked really happy." I smile.
"Yeah we were.. I know you don't remember, but we were Shane, I love you." He smiles.
"I will do my best to remember Mitch." I smile.
"I know." I say. "I know you will, I'll help you." He smiles, but it hurts to not have him say I love you back, but I know my Shane is in there somewhere, he is.
"No curls?" I asks ruffling his hair. He rasies an eyebrow and touches his pin like hair. I point to the lastest picture of us and he looks a me.
"But I hate my hair curly and wild, it's so not rockstar like." I smile.
"No you don't, well the real you doesn't he's in there somewhere Shane, trust me, by the way your a Popstar."
"I do trust you.." He says and I start to get up.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the waiting room, my mom's waiting to take us back to the hotel, but I told her that I had to come up here and do this."
He smiles and then his face grows serious.
"Can you stay here with me tonight? I want you to help me remember." I smile.
"Of corase. I'll be back." He grins at me. I kiss him on the mouth and leave the room.
He will remember...