Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
Mitchie sat sulking in her cabin. She was still upset about what Shane had done. Deciding to go see if her mom needed any help in the kitchen, she made her way down the path. Upon reaching the kitchen, she pushed open the door. She saw her mom scrubbing a pot and she made her presence known when she greeted her mother. "Busy night?" Mitchie asked. Connie gave a chuckle. "You have no idea. Listen sweetie, your friends have been a little… concerned lately. You have been so focused on this big showdown you have coming up but you may be taking it a bit too far," Connie said. Mitchie sighed. "Mom I have to keep striving for the best. We need to do go. I can't let my camp get shut down. It's too important to me…" Mitchie trailed off. Her mom nodded. "Just don't forget about why you came here in the first place. Don't forget about having fun doing what you love."
Mitchie left after her mom said that. She went into the kitchen part of the mess hall and ran smack into a hard chest. She looked up to see it was Shane. She sighed and hung her head. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. You were just trying to have fun. I was wrong," she sighed crossing her arms over her chest. He smiled down at her sadly. "Yeah, I was just hoping to get you to loosen up a little. Now a days you're just so uptight." That did it. He just pulled a trigger. "I'm uptight? I'm uptight? Well excuse me for caring about this place!" She said raising her voice as she spoke. "Well you are. Whenever I see you now, you're always stressing about the Final Jam," he said, raising his voice also. She scoffed and spoke, "Well excuse me for trying to save this place!" "So am I!" He yelled. "Oh really. Well how's that working out for you?" She asked. He stared at her before he got in her face. "What do you think we're all doing? We're all trying to save the camp! Maybe if you stopped yelling at us to get better, we would!" That sentence stunned her. Her eyes seemed to light on fire as she screamed back, "Well what am I supposed to do, Shane. They won't learn it and everyday, no scratch that, every hour we don't spend rehearsing is a step backwards. We can't afford to go backwards, Shane!" She exclaimed.
He let out a sigh. This new Mitchie was too much like him… stubborn. "Well some people miss the old Mitchie. Where is she huh? Where is the girl that sang 'This is me'? Where is that girl?" He asked her. She glared. "Well you know what?This is me trying to save something I care about. If you don't like it fine but don't throw this competion away for nothing. I hope you know what the heck your doing Shane." With a final glare she left the room. As she was walking back to her cabin she heard a twig snap. She stopped and looked around. It was night and nobody was around. She was about to declare it was an animal when she heard another twig crack behind her and a rock skid across the ground to her left. "Hello? Who's there," she asked. She heard a chuckle and soon heard the crunching of gravel. She turned toward the sound and saw Luke coming towards her.
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh Luke, Thank gosh it's you. I was getting worried. Luke… are you okay?" She asked as he started to walk toward her. She heard more footsteps to her left looked to see Dana standing there. "What's going on here? Look I would love to stay but it's almost curfew. I really need to go," Mitchie said starting to walk backwards. She was about to turn when she felt someone cover her mouth and wrap an arm around her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. Luke walked up to her slowly, and his lips formed a wide smirk. He pulled a scarf from his pocket and stopped in front of her. He stroked her face gently and bent to her level. "Shh Shh Shh. Don't scream. This won't hurt a bit," he whispered. With that he took the scarf and gently pushed it into her mouth and over her tongue. He walked behind her and tied it the scarf tightly; rendering her speechless. She made a few noises of protests, trying to call for help but her attackers simply laughed. She still hadn't seen the third member of their party but she guess that it was that member who put a burlap sack over her head. She felt a rough hand, she guessed it was Luke's, grab her upper arm and begin to lead her to some unknown place. She tried desperately to call out for help but only made a series of high pitched squeaks. Tears pricked her eyes. This couldn't be happening…
Camp Rock
Shane sighed. He knew he had just made a major mistake but he wanted to be mad at her. She was just so infuriating… in a cute way. He quickly decided to stay mad at her for the night but make up with her tomorrow. He began to walk to his cabin… but if he had stuck around a little longer he may have seen what went down.
Author's Note:
Sorry they're still on the short side. I'm working on it. I just like leaving with a bit of drama. Hope you all enjoyed. Please review.