Honestly, I'm so glad that this is almost over. I love this story but I'm ready to move onto something new.

Selena's people said Selena liked my video and is sending me something, my bestie said they send that to everyone who lost, but I think at times when celebs like Demi take things from me, or speak directly to me, she gets jealous or mad. But anyway I'll tell you guys what she sent when I get it.

Also Tomatoes and I are working on a story and I almost cried writing some ideas in the beginning. Anyway when it goes up, on her page, it's a must read.

Mitchie's P.O.V

I've been in this class for ten minutes and I'm already trying to get out of it. Its in the middle of the school day and next to me, you've guessed it, is Claire. I would have felt better if she was trying to hit on me and I turned her down, but she hasn't spoke a word to me, she hasn't even looked over. I was tapping my fingers against the paper placed in front of me. The words just seemed to swirl around in circles, nothing making much sense.

"Claire I'm sorry about Alex," I finally spoke. The girl faced me, but I could barley see her eyes considering her hair was planted in front of her face. "But then again I have no idea what she said to you"

"Well it doesn't matter now," she whispered going back to her work.

"Well she's just trying to make sure we don't go back to where we were"

"Where were you?" she asked while her pen went along the blue line.

"Just know its not somewhere I want to be again"

"Yeah…"

"So…what did she say to you?"

"Huh," she faced me before moving her hair across her shoulders. Her green eyes locking with mine before I looked away. "She asked me why was I in her sandwich shop. Then why was I talking to you. Then she said if she caught me talking to you again something would have to be done about it. Then she slammed my sandwich on the table, said I was hurting your relationship and then walked away. The girl is losing it," Claire went back to her paper, her fingers trailing down the line.

"Well I don't think anyone can hurt us if we don't let them. Alex knows I love her"

"Then why is she acting like I'd steal you away"

"Because you tried to kiss me before, but whatever its in the past"

"Yeah, I would never try to hurt you Mitchie. Alex is another story,"

"You'll try to hurt my girlfriend?"

"Mitchie, the only reason I haven't done anything to that girl is because of you," she placed her fingers onto my shoulder, firmly gripping my skin before pulling away.

"I appreciate that"

"You should, because you have no idea how hard it is to not hurt that girl"

"Um"

"Don't worry, I've half-ly moved on from you"

"Why do you like me?" I finally moved my pen across my paper, letting the answers flow freely across the page.

"Well you're not like any other girl, you're smart, beautiful, and well…you're wanted by more than half of this school, rather you know it or not"

"I'm wanted?" I scrunch up my face, not turning to the girl as I reach my second to last question.

"Well duh, you're hot," she tapped my leg as I faced her.

"Nice to know"

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After class I went to my locker and found Alex hitting Justin in the arm before pulling a book away from him.

"So what are we fighting about?" I bash my eyes at the girl as she grips the book.

"Nothing, just brother and sister stuff"

"And you didn't invite me?" Max appeared out of no where.

"This doesn't concern you," Alex let out.

"But I'm a brother or sister"

"Come on Max," I pulled the boy's arm away from the two. "I've known you guys for a long time and yet Alex and Justin fight more than you and either one of them"

"That's because I'm the perfect child"

"If you're perfect then what are they?" I point back to the bickering two.

"When I find out I'll tell you," I giggled opening my locker and sliding my books onto the shelf. Alex joined me soon after with a few pages from a text in her hand.

"Really Alex?!" Justin yelled before storming off. I just watched as Max left and she nodded.

"He'll learn one day, no one can live up to Alex Russo," I smiled at her facial expression, her hand against her waist as if she was a super hero. I giggled.

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Alex's P.O.V

I lead Mitchie to the mall after school that day, we were just walking past stores sipping on slushies. She wouldn't make up her mind on which store to enter so I told her the next one we passed we were going in, but she swatted my hand away when I tried to push her into one of them. We decided to walk over to the fountain and toss coins into the thing.

"I'm going to wish for…" I placed my slushie on a nearby table and thought about something, but my mind went blank. Mitchie's phone rung and I finally just tossed the coin into the water, the splashing sound was low and a big ripple shot off of the thing.

"Hi mom….what? Yes I know. But isn't tomorrow Friday? I haven't made up my mind," I watched the girl walk away from me. Hat was she on the phone talking about?

"If this is about Camp Rock Mitchie you're going," I told the girl. She faced me before nodding but I doubt she really listened. A few stores down I spotted Harper with a few other people who began dressing a bit like her. Fruit themed clothes, or just clothes themed with what she was going to talk about that day, it was weird. "Mitch I'll be back," I yelled over to the girl she nodded and I ran towards my friend. A few old people were shuffling along side each other and I had to quickly dodge them instead of running head on against one with a cane that might have beat the crap out of me. I caught my breath and pressed my fingers against Harper's shoulder, she quickly faced me.

"Oh Alex its you, I almost screamed, thanks a lot," the girl held her hand against her chest as I stood upright.

"Sorry, hey other kids that look like Harper," I waved before crossing my arms. "So what are you up to?"

"We're picking fabric out of stores, what are you doing?"

"Hanging with Mitchie"

"Really?" she looked behind me.

"She's at the fountain. I guess her mom called or whatever and I saw you and though it would be rude not to say hi"

"Oh, well Hi, call me later, we're busy right now. Oh but you should tell Justin to call me as well," she waved goodbye to me before walking off. I felt like I was shoved away but I waved back and paced myself back over to Mitchie. The girl was now sitting at a steel black table, her legs crossed and her straw shifting through her melting ice drink.

"Bored?" I asked the girl as she looked up at me.

"No um, can you take me home now?" I nodded pulling my things into my arm.

"So what did your mom want? Was it about Camp Rock again?"

"That and…did I tell you my dad moved back in?"

"Vaguely," I told her as we made it to the closest exit.

"Things just fell a little too perfect right now. My dad hasn't said anything to me and yet I feel like he's saying so much. My mom just called and invited you over for dinner"

"Oh, is that bad?"

"I guess not. But my dad is going to be there and you remember our last dinner"

"Yeah, he was pissed and I didn't know why until later"

"I hope he's not like that again"

"Yeah well, no worries I'll be there," my phone shook against my leg in my pocket when we went outside.

CALL ME…JUSTIN

"My brother texted me," I shook my head still reading the message before ending it.

"What does he want?"

"Who knows, its Justin"

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I watched as Chris stared at me from behind his paper, this felt like freaking De Ja Vu, just sitting on this cream couch as the may stares me down. Mitchie is somewhere in the kitchen with her mom, the smell of chicken and broccoli feels the air.

"So anything new in your life Alex?" I face the man.

"It depends on what you mean by new"

"I see," he bit the inside of his mouth down before speaking again, "I meant with you an my daughter."

"What would be new?"

"Well I don't know, that's why I asked," he folded the paper in his hand, straightening the front page before looking at me again.

"I don't know what you mean"

"I've never been able to ask you these questions like I would anyone else who took my daughter out, so. What are your intensions with her?"

"Don't you think you're a little too late to be asking me that?"

"I am?" he rose his eyebrow. Did no one tell him?

"Mitchie and I were friends for a long time and now we're girlfriend. Our intensions are the same and our goals are the same and that's to grow up happy"

"I see. How will you provide for her?"

"Provide?" I rose my eyebrow. "Look I'm not even looking to provide for myself right now, I have parents you know. But after that I don't know. My dad has his shop, and although I've told him I wouldn't run the thing if push comes to shove and I can't work with magazines in a company then I'll run his shop"

"So you want my daughter as a successful musician to provide for you"

"Dude, chill. Mitchie and I don't think that far into the future"

"You should," he placed his paper on the coffee table and sat at the edge of his chair. "Mitchie is a happy girl. She always has been, but she never truly knew what she wanted. I really like you, you're a smart girl so use that smarts and tell me that the both of you will be happy forever. Do you really believe that? Because if you do I will stand behind the two of you a hundred and ten perfect, but if not. I don't want you going and breaking my daughter's heart after you drug her around for a while." I didn't move my eyes away from Chris until Mitchie appeared in the archway.

"Dinner's ready," she called before disappearing again.

"You love Mitchie, I know you do Alex. But if you love her, you'll give her time to grow as a person. She's not ready for the real world because you have always been here to pick her up when she fell just like her mother and I."

"You want me to break up with her?"

"No, I didn't say that. Want you to give her space and time to see who she really is. That's why she should go to Camp Rock, to find herself"

"I never said she couldn't go. But if you think I'm that big of an influence…"

"Listen to me. She does what you want. If you tell her she can't go, she won't. But if you let her, she'll be forced to learn who she really is. Because she can't be happy if she has to think about what she can do to make you happy, to make you laugh or smile, to make you love her"

"I've always loved her"

"Good, then you'll let her go and let her find herself"

"She's not lost"

"Do you know who you are without her Alex? Do you really?"

"Come on guys dinner," Mitchie's voice froze my heart from the kitchen. I stood up when Chris did, he shuffled to the kitchen before facing me again.

"Just think about it," he finally disappeared and I heard a chair scrape the hardwood floor. I didn't move in the direction the he did, I turned to the door and left. I knew I wasn't hurting Mitchie, she had her own voice. I wasn't her voice of decisions. He thinks he knows everything but he doesn't. I left the house, the moon covered everything since the street lights were out and I hummed to myself before a few tears fell against my cheek. I ignored them and pressed on forward.

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Mitchie's P.O.V

My dad came into the kitchen, his face stern and stiff. I moved a few things around so Alex could sit next to me. My mom began pushing plates onto the mats as I poured liquid into the cups.

"Come on Alex," I called out to the girl but no answer came. My dad looked up at me before he pulled silver wear from its place on a towel and served it around the table. I moved back into the living room. "Alex come on…," I didn't see the girl anywhere. The front door was cracked open. I turned back to my dad, he was watching me. I ran to the door and looked out. "ALEX!" I yelled but I couldn't see anything and my voice just trailed off the buildings outside.

"Come on Mitchie," my dad called out. My mom looked worried when I faced the kitchen.

"I'm not hungry," was all I said before I slowly went up the steps. I heard a loud clicking noise from the kitchen as I made it into my room. What did I do to make her leave? Maybe it was my dad, but he said he wouldn't say anything to her. I looked out my window and I saw the girl on a far corner near a lamp post.

"ALEX…STAY THERE," I screamed before pulling a jacket off my chair and running out my room. My dad was on the bottom of the steps. It looked as if he was going to come up and get me.

"Mitchie dinner is getting cold"

"I don't care," I moved passed him and darted down the house steps. The girl was still where I told her to stay and when I caught up with her she had tears sweeping across her cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her neck and whispered against her ear.

"Whatever is wrong I'm sorry, please…I don't know what happened," I felt her shrug before I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled back.

"No I'm fine, I needed some air"

"Liar," I hit her arm smiling at her as she brushed her tears away.

"Okay I'm lying a bit," she chuckled before I placed my hand in hers.

"We can walk around I guess," I told her.

"Its freaking dark outside"

"Yeah I know, but we have each other," my fingers burned a bit and I pulled my hand from hers. "What was that?"

"I don't know," she could see small marks trail across her hand. My heart began thumping but I stayed cool. "Its something with this stupid magic. I can't wait until it's gone," she grabbed my hand again, it felt perfect.

"So where are we walking to?" I asked.

"How should I know you suggested it," I looked back and saw both of my parents at the font door of my home, but they were far back into the dark, I could barley make them out.

"Anywhere but here," I let out she nodded and repeated me.

"Anywhere but here"

I'm sorry this is short, this happens a lot when writing to this story. I get it once a sequel lol, except THE CRUISE. Anyway I have one-shots I'm working on so I'll finish this soon and it was rushed in some areas because I just don't know what I want to happen anymore.