Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, Shane Gray, or Mitchie Torres (unfortunately) but I do own Kyle (also much to my dismay) and I now own Alan Gray as well
A/N: So, I got a couple more reviews…but it's still not a lot. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been really busy with school and other things, so I finally got a chance to write some…tell me what you think! R&R please!
Chapter Three: Comeback Monologue and Party Preparations
I went inside and shut the door behind me. I watched through the small window in the top of the door as Shane's car slowly pulled out of the end of my street. I sighed with relief…he was gone.
I went up stairs and into my bedroom. I set down my backpack and took off my jacket before changing into some black sweatpants and a t-shirt. All of this was done in sort of a trance…there was only one thing my mind was thinking about.
After I was dressed, I quickly went into my bathroom and locked the door; I was the only one home, but you never want to take any chances.
I opened the medicine cabinet above the sink without even looking in the mirror…I was afraid that if I did, my subconscious might try to talk me out of what I was about to do. I took out the Advil and make up remover that had been carefully placed in front of the thin silver blade. I picked it up carefully so as to not let it cut my finger tips (ironic isn't it?). I grabbed a wash rag out of the closet and sat down on the toilet lid. I pulled down my sweatpants to the top of my knees and looked at my legs: they were littered with red slashes that stared back at me, practically screaming back Kyle's words from just moments ago, this is when I began my personal monologue of unheard comebacks which had become a daily routine.
"You can't talk to me like that you asshole! I'm not your property!" and with that I made one swipe across my leg.
"You can't tell me what to do" another cut, "You treat me like shit and I'm too scared of you to say anything!" I started to cry.
"You maybe be able to put me down and make me feel like crap, but there's no way you can treat Shane like that!" two more gashes, a little deeper this time.
I started sobbing harder and just broke down, letting the blade drop onto the floor. After a minute the blood started to drip onto the floor, so I picked up the towel and wiped it up. Then I pressed it against my leg to try and stop the bleeding.
When it let up, I got a bandage out of the cabinet and put it over the cuts, then I wrapped it lightly in an ace bandage and pulled my sweatpants back up. I opened the door and went out into my room and checked my cell phone…3 new texts from Shane…*sigh*.
I opened the first one:
Hey Mitch…just wanted to make sure you got in okay and you're safe…guess I'll ttyl...love, Shane
Could he be anymore overprotective? But I did have to admit, it was kinda sweet that he cared so much…I thought about what Kyle would do….he probably wouldn't care either way. I decided to open the second one:
M, I'm getting worried…you haven't responded to my last message…if you don't respond to this one I'll assume something happened…
Ok, seriously Shane!? Paranoid much? The third one read:
Mitchie, I'm worried about you…I'm assuming something bad happened…I'm coming over to check on you. Be there in a few 3
Oh great…he's coming over here, exactly what I don't want him to do right now. Just then, the doorbell rang so I walked (as slowly as I could) down the stairs but Shane being as impatient as he is decided to keep ringing the bell incessantly so I hurried the rest of the way to the door and opened it.
"Hey Mitch! Thank God you're alright…why didn't you answer my texts?" he sounded relieved.
"I was in the bathroom" I deadpanned…this wasn't a lie either, I had been in the bathroom, I just didn't tell him what I'd been doing there.
"oh ok…I guess I just overreacted a little" Only a little? I thought. "Well, I guess I better get on back home…Mom and I are working on stuff for tomorrow night so I guess I'll see you then!"
"Yup…bye Shane." He hugged me and then got back in his car and left.
I was glad to see his car round the corner again, now I could be alone some more….it's not that I don't like Shane; I mean, I love him, he's my best friend! He can just be really protective sometimes.
The next morning was Saturday. I woke up around 9:15 and slowly made my way downstairs. I walked in the kitchen and was greeted by my mother with a cheery
"Good Morning, Sunshine!" she was obviously much more of a morning person than I was (which is not too hard considering I am 100% NOT a morning person).
"Hey" I grunted. I sat down at the table, flopped my arms down in my lap and winced. I hadn't thought about the pain I always had the next morning. I looked at my mom to make sure she hadn't noticed…she was oblivious as usual.
"So…Shane's party's tonight right?" she sounded more excited about it than I was and she wasn't even going.
"Yeah, I think he's really gonna love his present this year!" I suddenly woke up when the subject of Shane came up…I tried to tell myself that it was because his party was tonight and he was such a close friend, but my mind was trying to tell me something different. I shook my head to try and get rid of the thoughts.
"Honey, Shane always loves your presents!" this is true, he always told me about how the t-shirt I gave him was his favorite shirt, or the CD I gave him was the best one he'd ever heard, or the one time I took him to dinner and a movie he said that the sub-par movie we had chosen was one of the best he'd ever seen and he wanted to go back later with his brother because it was just so good…I was beginning to think that maybe Shane was exaggerating a little…did Shane have feelings for ME?...Nooo, Shane and I both just saw each other as friends. We'd known each other since preschool and we had gone through all of the awkward phases together…there was no way he liked me. He was probably into that Caldwell chick that sat in front of him in third period…yeah that was it, he liked Riley. They would be cute together, maybe I could set them up for prom! I was broken from my match-making plans when my mom set a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes in front of me on the table.
I ate quickly, washing it down with a glass of milk and hurried upstairs. I went in my room and began frantically searching through my closet; I had to find the perfect outfit for Shane's party.
I looked through all of my tops but none of them seemed right…none of my dresses were good either. Maybe I need to just buy something new. No, I need to save my money; something in here has to be good enough. I finally decided on the perfect outfit…casual but not too casual: a tshirt with a face on it (it looked really cool, trust me), a cool grey skirt with an uneven hem, black leather boots with a small heel, a black leather biker jacket, a gold cuff with a peacock feather painted on it, a cool retro vintagey necklace, and a black leather purse with a cool looking chain on it. It would look really good together, Shane would like it…Kyle wouldn't but he said he wasn't coming, and I didn't really care. Tonight was Shane's night.
I still had a couple hours until I had to go to Shane's and help set up. The party was in the Grays' back yard which was huge! And, they were minus a couple hands because his brother, Alan, was spending the night at a friend's house.
I went in the bathroom and undressed to get in the shower…I looked in the mirror. I actually looked normal, I was smiling! I didn't feel like cutting today, I felt happy for the first time this week. Maybe my head was right, maybe I did like Shane…NO! I don't like him, it's just that he cheers me up…that's what friends do, they make you feel better. I took my shower dried off and got dressed without looking down for the fear that I would see my legs and it would change my cheerful mood.
After I was dressed and ready, I slowly, and carefully wrapped the world's most perfect present for Shane then looked at the clock…4:30…I still had an hour to kill, what was I supposed to do for another hour? I had to keep myself busy until I left for Shane's because I didn't want to let my mind wander to a certain subject, so I went back up to my room and got on Facebook to see if anyone had sent me a message and to check my notifications…nothing. Then, I checked my email….also nothing. Well that was just great, it took me all of one minute to do both…just 59 more that I had to waste doing something distracting.
I walked down to the kitchen and ate a cookie. This took only about thirty seconds. So I went and sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I spent about fifteen minutes flipping through channels just to find out that there was nothing on, so I clicked it off. I laid on my back and just looked up at the ceiling for about ten minutes thinking about Shane's past birthday parties like the one when the clown his parents had hired tried to lock some of us in a closet and they ended up having to call the cops, or the time Shane cried because he couldn't break his piñata, and then there was two years ago when Shane turned sixteen. His parents splurged big time and surprised him with a brand new car which he took for a test drive the next day and hit the neighbors' mailbox pulling out of the driveway. Good times, good times…
My reminiscing halted when I heard a car pull up outside. I went to the window and peeked through the blinds: "Shit!" Kyle was walking up the sidewalk wearing nice jeans and a button-up shirt…he was even holding an envelope and I could see Shane scratched across the front of it in Kyle's messy handwriting. I thought he said he didn't want to go to the party!?!! Crap, what am I supposed to do? I don't want to deal with him right now but I'm afraid to say he can't come because I did ask him in the first place…I just never thought he would say yes".
The door bell rang right as I got to the door, and I opened it to find Kyle standing on the porch.
"Hey, I didn't think you were gonna go tonight" I stated, making sure that I just sounded surprised and not dreadful.
"Yeah, I wasn't going to…but I thought about how much it means to you and I figured if he's your best friend then I should try to like him, right?" had he really just said that?! And he sounded serious…something was weird, or maybe my Kyle was coming back…either way I was totally weirded out by it.
"Right! Well, I'm glad you can come. I actually need to leave in a few to go help set up…I doubt you want to c-"
"I'd be glad to help" he cut me off. This is just getting stranger by the minute.
"Ok….cool" I was still really confused. "You wanna just ride together then? That way we won't take up as much space for parking."
"Yeah, sure" he sounded legitimately happy, and cool with this whole thing….what was he on?!!??
A/N: I didn't want to do this but…I'm looking for at least 5 more reviews before I post another chapter…I already have the idea and I'll start writing it soon, but I won't post it unless I know you're still reading and you like it…so send in reviews!!!
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