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I came back today and went to check my email.
I had 100 something new messages, and 2 of them were JoBro news letters, about 3 of them were other things, and all the rest were from fanfiction.
OMJ.
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And thanks so much, if any staff from the Smitchie C2 is reading this, thanks so much for adding me. It was a goal of mine to get into a C2, and I only have two chapters and made it. ;D
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Crossing Roads With A Rock Star
Chapter 3:
Breaking The News
Shane and Mitchie had been calling each other non-stop for the entire weekend, until the dreaded day came.
Monday.
Mitchie woke up early Monday morning to the phone ringing. The clock said 5:30 and she grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" She said with a low and tired tone.
"Hey!" Sierra yelped on the other line.
"Sierra! Now you decide to call?!" Mitchie hopped up in bed, excited to hear from her friend she hasn't all summer.
"Yup. And you little LIAR!" Sierra shouted, in a teasing tone.
"Huh?" Mitchie wondered if she heard the story about camp, but she didn't sound mad...
"You told me your parents said you couldn't go to Camp Rock. But you did! I called one day and your dad said you and your mom had gone to Camp Rock. I can't believe you!" Sierra chuckled, more excited to hear about her time than upset.
"Well, my parents told me after school, I had to waste the rest of the day packing, then we left early the next morning. It was a long drive..." Mitchie tried to excuse herself.
"Well, you could've called me!" Sierra cried, now sounding a little hurt.
"I'm so sorry, a lot of things were going on at camp, we had classes and I had to help in the kitchen, it's almost like I had to remind myself to breathe," Mitchie felt bad for not calling her. She got too wrapped up in the excitement of camp. She also decided not to tell her about the drama.
"So how was it? Did you meet Shane Gray? I heard he went this year. I don't know if you've noticed but he's HOT!" Sierra let her gossiping girly side out.
Mitchie smiled.
"Um..." She wasn't sure if she should explain to her friend yet. "Can I tell you at school? I wasn't planning on going until later today, why did you wake me up at five thirty? You know I can't fall back asleep after I've already woken up." She complained.
"Sorry, I wanted to catch you before school. I'm going down there early to get my things and have time to meet all my teachers. Can you BELIEVE they did not give me AP Algebra this year? They said they needed more room for other people. I think they are just jealous that I'm the only one at school keeping a 4.0 grade avg." Sierra ragged on. "Anyway, I'll see you at school, bye!" Sierra cheerfully hung up.
Mitchie stared at the phone for a while before putting it back on the stand.
No sooner did she lay down did her alarm went off alerting her it was 7:00AM and time to get ready.
She groaned and got out of bed. She clicked a couple buttons on her laptop, and some music began playing. It was loud, enough to wake her up. She dug many outfits out and tried them on before settling with one.
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She ran downstairs.
"Morning Mom," she said as she inhaled the scent of bacon and eggs in the kitchen. Her dad was already sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a newspaper.
She began eating her breakfast while watching Hot Tunes. Her Dad had the day off and was giving her multiple looks as she seemed to be waiting for something on the television and ate a biscuit, staring at the screen. She was in the middle of a drink when she heard a perky female reporter speak.
"Shane Gray seemed unusually happy last night while doing a radio interview, keeping up his good behavior for the last couple of days. When asked if he was single, he simply coughed and said he didn't feel like answering such a question," Mitchie's eyes turned up to the screen. "Could a girl possibly be the source of his new found happiness?"
Mitchie did a spit take as orange liquid came out of her mouth and began coughing. She wiped her mouth and stood up.
"Uhm, I'm going to get some things before heading off to school, I'm going early today," she said as she jogged to her room before her parents could protest. She picked up her phone and dialed his home phone number that she now knew by heart. After about five rings, Becca answered.
"Hold on, his lazy arse always sleeps in," she greeted sweetly, as you could hear her run up some stairs. "SHANE!" her loud side released. You could hear her jumping on his bed. "SHANE! WAKE UP!" How could one have so much energy?
"WHAT?!" Shane yelled and turned to his sister. "MOM THERES A BUG IN MY ROOM!"
Mitchie giggled lightly.
"Jerk!" Becca screeched, throwing the phone to the lazy boy.
"OW!" Shane yelped, obviously hit by the phone hard.
"What?" He sighed.
"Gee, I'll just stop calling in the morning and you'll have to wait until three thirty or maybe even later to hear from me," Mitchie threatened. "Though your family is VERY interesting in the morning."
"Un. I'm sorry. But I don't think I could go that long without hearing your voice. School today huh?" You could hear him sit up in his bed. "I'll wake up every morning before noon if it means hearing your voice."
She smiled. "You are so cheesy."
"Heh, what time is it?"
"Um, about 7:45. I'll just call later if you want your beauty sleep."
"Oh please, if I get any more beautiful it might just not be fair for you."
"Oh really?
"I'm not sure, my caffeine level is dangerously low," He moaned, getting out of bed.
"You're not a morning person."
"Got that right."
"By the way, they mentioned you on Hot Tunes today. They seem to think you are happy because of a girl."
He smiled. "I am."
"And how come I didn't know? Who is she?"
"I'm listening to her right now."
"Like I said. Very cheesy."
"Would you rather me be cheesy or a depressed jerk because I don't get to compliment my girlfriend in a slightly sickening cute way," He asked with a pout.
"Aw. I'll take the cheesy guy any day. It is sickeningly cute."
"Good."
"I was wondering – what should I do about school?"
"Well, I'm not expert I've had a private tutor almost all my life but...do your homework. Listen to teachers, don't be late, you know." He replied not fully awake.
"No shit Sherlock – or should I say – Mom?" she teased. "I mean about all the press and other people. People will be asking me about Camp Rock and reporters will too. Should I tell them? Or are you trying to keep it a secret?" She laughed. "But after that radio interview, you're not doing a very good job."
"Obviously, I'm not hiding the fact I have a girlfriend, they just can't fit the pieces together or are too afraid I'd sue them for false reporting if they are wrong. I think it is more your decision than mine. Your life would probably be much worse depending on what happens than with me."
"You do whatever, it's your life."
"But my answers affect your life."
"I'm willing to take a chance."
"So...what? Tell people we trust or what?"
"Yeah. People we feel we can tell without getting to caught up in the press. With school the last thing I need is more attention, and with your career the last thing you need to more attention as well."
"Works for me. Why can't I think out things that fast?" He complained.
"Eleven years of public school," She laughed. "This will work best, I'll tell all one of my true friends. This is why I think it's safer this way, I don't want people pretending to be my friend, or think I'm using you or anything. I want friends who like me for who I am, I've learned my lesson," She then realized how selfish she sounded. "That came out wrong, god I sounded selfish, I'm sorry -" she cried.
"No, I know what you mean. I know that you care about what happens with me just as much as I care about what happens with you." He cut her off before she could say more. "And what did I say about saying sorry to me all the time? It's cute, but let me hear something else sometimes."
"I'm afraid I'll do something to hurt you and lose you," she said quietly. "You mean something to me and I don't want something to happen."
"Now who's being sappy?" He joked.
"Sor-"
"Mitchie," He warned.
"Uhm," She tried to think of a word without saying sorry. "My bad...?"
"Get off the phone! I need to call Terra and ask her when I'm coming over tonight!" You could hear Becca shout.
"You heard the brat, I've gotta go," Shane sighed.
"Okay, I love you," She beat him to it this time.
"Love you – BECCA GET OUT OF MY RO-"
Dial tone.
Mitchie giggled on the inside yet felt sad. Life was about to get a lot harder.
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"Mitchie!" Sierra screeched, walking over to her friend, taking her in her arms.
"Sierra!" She shouted, hugging her back.
"What Algebra class do you have?" Sierra asked quickly.
"Uhm, third period," Mitchie glanced at her schedule.
"Me too! I guess not getting into an AP class really paid off then," Sierra said over excited. She looked over her friend and once again released her girly side. "I love your outfit. The necklace goes with it well, green looks good on you. Say – when did you get the necklace?" Sierra blurted, causing a bit off attention to be turned to them.
"Uhm," Mitchie hesitated, but decided not to go into another lie, and and she felt she could trust Sierra. "Come with me," she grabbed her friend's wrist and dragged her into the girl's bathroom. She checked under all the stalls to see no one.
"What are you so jumpy about?" Sierra puzzled, calm.
"Once I tell you this, promise you won't tell anybody, and you'll believe me?" Mitchie still held onto her wrist.
"Sure...but what does that have to do with-" Mitchie cut her off.
"I'mkindofdatingShaneGray," Mitchie said all at once.
"Wait – what?" Sierra said, shocked. She sat on the sinks. "Who? What? Where? When? Why?"
Mitchie sat next to her and took a breath. "Shane Gray. Dating. At camp. The night of Final Jam. We-" she paused at the last part and blushed a but then said, "We love each other."
Sierra grinned.
"How?"
Mitchie explained to her from the beginning as Sierra played the story in her mind.
--
"So – that's the story. Believe me?" Mitchie asked hopeful.
"The whole thing to too vivid and realistic to make up. I believe you. So like – he hasn't told the press yet?" Sierra whispered the last part.
Mitchie got down from the sink. "Nope. We're keeping it DL with the press. It is the best way," she explained.
"Smart. When do you see him next?" Sierra knew they weren't exactly next door neighbors.
"About two weeks from now, when they go to New York for a CD signing," Mitchie had finally finished Sierra's questions.
"Wow," Sierra commented.
"Yeah. Our secret," Mitchie pressed her finger to her own lips.
"Of course," Sierra did the same.
"Welcome students!" A cheery teacher said as everyone sat in home room. "This year, you will have a great time, if you follow these basic rules for 10th grade." She then turned a bit aggressive.
"Do your homework. Listen. I never repeat so clean the crud out of your ears if you can't hear me. If you chew gum I will make you swallow it, if you eat or drink I will throw it away and give you detention. Go to the bathroom before class. Never be late. Don't start fights..."
Mitchie and Sierra kinda of let her talk, ignoring her and her harsh rules.
Sierra had given a note to Mitchie. It read, "I think SOMEBODY is on their rag."
Mitchie read it and giggled out loud and wrote back.
"Look on the bright side, only about 10 months of school, we'll only have to put up with it about 10 times."
"Oh joy."
"YOU TWO! NO TALKING OR I WILL GIVE YOU DETENTIONS!"
Wow. School was going to be a blast.
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Mitchie came home that evening, followed by Sierra.
"Oh, Hello Sierra," Connie greeted.
"Hello Connie," Sierra said cheerfully.
"Staying for dinner?" Connie asked.
Sierra quickly looked to Mitchie and she nodded. "Sure."
Soon, everyone was at the dining table, with a conversation going, when Hot Tunes came on in the middle of some conversation Sierra and Connie were having about some Mitchie didn't even bother to understand, while their dad just sat and ate in silence.
A picture of Connect 3 shows up and zooms in closely on Shane's face.
"Has the source of the teen popstar's happiness been revealed?" Mitchie stopped with her spoon in mid air, and looked up. "Thats right. Sorry ladies, but in a recent interview, though probably not planned, the oldest member of Connect 3 - Jason might have said something that he was not supposed to."
"What?!" Mitchie shouted, making all eyes on her as she just stared at the screen. She knew what was coming as a video showed up.
--
It showed Connect 3 all in a chair, lined up as Jason, Nate, then Shane, across from a blonde bubbly reporter. She was laughing, though they weren't and began talking.
"Okay, a lot of people are wondering the same question - Are any of you guys in a relationship right now?" She asked, holding a notepad.
"Well, I don't date as often as people think," was what Nate said.
"Oh," then the reporter turned to Jason and he didn't really get the message as he was supposed to.
"I'm not either, But why are you looking at me? You should be asking Shane this question," Jason cheerfully said, looking over at him.
"Dude!" Nate whispered loudly smacking Jason in the side, while Shane smacked his forehead.
The blonde reporter turned her head to Shane and simply said "Oh. What do you mean?"
"Uhm, did I say something wrong?" Jason asked with a confused look.
"Yeah. You did," Nate smacked his head.
"Well," the blonde reporter said, turning to the camera with a mischievous grin. "I guess we are done here," She said getting up.
--
"Rumor has it that he is dating a regular girl he met at camp this summer. Our source? A camper who wishes to remain anonymous had told us earlier today after the interview. The girl he's dating? Her name is Mitchie Torres." A picture showed up of them singing together at Final Jam.
"Uhm..." Mitchie grabbed the remote and turned off the television, but it was too late.
"Mitchie..." Her father said in a serious tone.
"Yes Dad?" She asked a bit frightened.
"How come you didn't tell me about this Shane boy? You know how I feel about guys and now you're dating him. Of all people. Why? He's nothing but trouble and I don't want you to get in trouble, or get heartbroken, or-" He got cut off.
"Dad!" Mitchie shouted, standing up at the table. "You've never even met him, and you're allowing trashy gossip to site your judgment for you? Come on Dad! I'm fifteen years old. I was going to tell you-"
"But you didn't! I had to find out from a television show, of all things. A television show!" He shouted back. "You think you're old enough to think for yourself, but you are still just a kid inside!"
"No I'm not, Dad! You're making a big deal out of nothing!" She was on the verge of tears. "We love each other dad, he treats me good, he would never do ANYTHING to hurt me!"
"How do you know it's not an act? How do you even know he loves you?"
"Because I do! Dad...I saw who he really is. I see who he is behind all the magazine covers, and television shows, and so on. This is why I didn't tell you in the first place, because I know you just weren't going to support me at all."
"You are too young and naive! Boys can break your heart easier than you think and I don't want you to go through that."
"I know that, Dad! But don't you think I should learn responsibility? If I get hurt at all, it will come down on my shoulders because I'm the one who made the mistake. Don't get involved! Let me do something on my own for once in my life! I'm growing up Dad and as much as you can't stand it, you can't prevent it. Besides, it's not like we're getting married or anything of the sort. But we are in love."
Silence.
"Dad?"
He just got up from his chair and walked off, finding no sense in fighting.
"Sweetie-" her mom began.
"No, just...let Dad calm down for a bit and me too," Mitchie said as she began up the stairs.
Connie turned to Sierra who just blinked. It's the first time she had ever seen Mitchie and her father break out into an argument. "Uhm, well...I'm going to see if Mitchie is okay," he said awkwardly, getting up from her chair. She walked up the stairs and knocked on her door.
"What?" Mitchie said in a shaky voice.
"Can I come in? Sierra asked.
"What for?"
"Just to talk."
"Sure."
Sierra opened the door and sat next to her friend on the bed. She had her knees to her chest and tears in her eyes. She has never really fought with her Dad before, so she felt awful.
"So you never told your Dad?" Sierra started.
"No. Every time since I was little, if I told him I liked a boy he would tell me to stay away. He is overprotective and won't let me live at all. He doesn't understand how much we care for each other," Mitchie started. Sierra ran her hand in circles on her back.
"You do know he's trying to protect you," Sierra said. "You know I support your relationship 100 but, he's just being a Dad."
"I know," Mitchie said, wiping her eyes. "I always wondered how the kids always got in trouble with their parents and thought life isn't fair, now I know," she finished, stiffly.
"Has Shane told his family yet?" Sierra simply asked.
"I'm not sure," Mitchie looked at her friend. "I know Becca does, and his mom probably knows the dozens of phone calls are coming from the same person," She smiled. "I just hope they take it better."
"Well, it can't get much worse than this. Believe it or not, getting put down in a relationship by your family is ten times worse than other peoples' opinions." Sierra said, sounding smart.
"Eh, at least I know the worst part is over," Mitchie sighed, hopeful.
But she didn't know it has only just begun.
I know, You're probably expecting me to be extremely mean to Mitchie after that last statement. Whats a story without a little bit of conflict? Nothing. See? My english teachers taught me well. Sorta. Next chapter should be coming soon. Thanks again you guys!