Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or it's characters. Still.
A/N: Aw, thank you all you fabulous reviewers! This chapter might be a little short so here we go...
Shane's heart dropped with Mitchie's words. Shit. "Mitchie, are you absolutely positive?" Shane managed very seriously.
"Yeah, I'm positive. This has never happened before." Mitchie replied timidly on the verge of tears, but holding them back.
"Okay, I'll call my manager and have him bring up a pregnancy test, okay?" Mitchie nodded. "He'll have it here first thing in the morning and I'll be here with you when you take it." Mitchie was trembling now and Shane could see she was trying her best to stay strong.
"Thank you, Shane." She squeaked out.
"Mitchie, It's okay to be scared, I am too. You don't always have to be so brave, I'm here for you baby." Shane said lovingly.
Mitchie collapsed hugging him into his arms and began sobbing after he had insured her it was okay to let her defense down. Shane wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back and stroked her hair, putting his cheek down to her head. He knew he had to be brave, for her shake, but truthfully he had no clue what he was going to do. He was too young to be a dad.
That same day Shane finally received the issue of Pop Informer with his wild night with Danielle exposed inside. Thankfully he had manged to pick the very least compromising pictures and the story wasn't too harsh. He definitely had bigger things on his mind anyway, and this was nothing the public hadn't already know, and seen before he had cleaned up his act.
The next morning there was a knock on Shane's cabin. It was so early that it was still dark, but this was the best option considering what was being delivered had to remain top secret.
Shane answered the door. A bag was handed to him. "Thank you so much, man." Shane said obviously meaning it.
"No, problem, but Shane, I never want to have to do this again, understand?" The manager replied.
"Yeah, I never want you to have to do this again either, trust me." Shane laughed a little at his words nervously. "Everything's here right?" Shane said making sure before his manager would leave.
"Yep, both things you asked for are there." He confirmed. "Good luck." He added, turning and disappearing into the night. In the distance a while later a car started up and speed away. Shane sighed, clutching the bag.
He walked back to his bed and removed one item from the bag. He tucked it securely into his pocket, then warped the other item in the bag an shoved in under his bed. Tomorrow would be a long day. Well, technically, today.
Shane fell back asleep after lots of tossing and turning before he heard the loud beep of his alarm clock waking him up. He got up quickly, knowing Mitchie would be there soon to reveal their fate. Over and over he went though everything to say in his head, pacing back and forth until he heard a knock on the door.
He walked over and opened the door to reveal a nervous looking Mitchie.
"Come on in." He said. She obliged.
He walked her over to his bed and sat her down. He then ducked down and pulled out the bag that had been delivered much earlier this morning and threw it down on the bed.
"Mitchie, before you do this, I have something to say." Shane said, his stomach twisting.
"Of course, Shane, anything.." Mitchie responded a little curious.
"Mitchie, I really love you, and I know I'm the reason you're in this mess. I just really wanted to say this all before you took the test so you would know I truly mean it whether you are pregnant or not." He said.
"I know, Shane. I love you too and I would never doubt your feelings pregnat or not." Mitchie said a little puzzled.
"Mitchie, if you are pregnant, I want you to know I won't ever leave you to raise our baby alone. And if you aren't, I still never want to leave you." Mitchie thought this was sweet, but her head was spinning trying to understand why he felt he had to say this right now. "Mitchie, I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I couldn't imagine a day without you and your beautiful smile." Shane reached into his pocket and drew out a small box. "I guess what I'm trying to say is.." He flipped the box open, took her hand and dripped down on one knee. "Mitchie Torres, will you marry me?"
Mitchie felt a rush through her. She didn't know what to say, how to respond. But she did manage one word.. "Yes." She pronounced, "Yes, Shane, I will." She started shaking, as he slipped a beautiful Tiffany and Co. diamond onto her ring finger. He kissed her tenderly and she through her arms around him. "I love you." She said.
"I love you too, baby." Shane smiled back shaking from what he had just done. He could believe how happy he felt that she had said 'yes'. "I hate to ruin the moment but..." He said breaking away and nodding towards the bag containing the test.
"Yeah, I probably should do that now, huh?" Her enthusiasm left. He nodded and she picked up the test out of the bag, heading for the bathroom.
"For better or for worse." He shrugged.
Mitchie laughed slightly at how he knew how to light a mood a little.
The next five minutes were plain hell as the soon to be Mr. and Mrs. Shane Grey sat hand in hand waiting for the timer to go off.
Finally the bell chimed, the wait was over.
Mitchie sighed and stood up. "Ready to know our fate?" She asked walking towards te bathroom to retrieve the test stick.
"Better to know sooner than later, I guess." Shane said.
Mitchie grabbed the stick and the box and walked back into the room study the directions the the box and biting her lip. She looked at the stick then back at the box, and back at the stick again to make sure she was reading the results right.
Her face was emotionless for a second.
"So, what's the verdict?" Shane asked nervously.
Mitchie began to cry suddenly, "Shane... I'm... I'm..."
HAHAHAHA! Cliff hanger! Guess you'll have to wait to see what the results were! :D I need lots of reviews please!
