DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.
Mitchie was the first to wake up the next morning. She felt a body and slowly lifted her head to see her position. She was facing the wall of the bunk, wrapped underneath Mikayla's arm. She slowly tuned her body so she was facing up and could get a better view of the other girl. Mikayla was still very much asleep and Mitchie stared at her for a long time. Thoughts ran through the girls head such as how in the world she managed to go to sleep in Mikayla's arms, or why was it that every time she was near the girl she'd feel something like butterflies attack her stomach?
Mitchie was lost in Mikayla's beauty and did not notice she other girl's eye slowly open. Mikayla caught Mitchie's stare and smiled. "Good morning." She told her. "You know you can take a picture if you want, it will last longer."
"Huh?" Mitchie said when she realized Mikayla had spoken. "Oh! Good morning."
"How'd you sleep? Still scared?" Mikayla asked.
"I slept fine, thank you. No, I'm not scared anymore." Mitchie blushed.
"WAKE UP!" Margo yelled as she walked into the bus.
Mikayla quickly removed her arm from around Mitchie and jumped out of the bunk. She looked towards the front and noticed her manager walking towards her. "Hey Margo." She told her.
"What were you doing up there?" Margo asked noticing Mikayla had jumped down from Mitchie's bunk.
"Nothing." Mikayla shrugged. "Hey can I ask for a favor?"
"What do you need Mikayla?" Margo rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what her favors consisted of and most of the time they weren't good.
"Can you buy me a new bottle… I'm running out." Mikayla tried to whisper.
"The usual?" Margo asked.
"Yeah, that's fine." Mikayla smiled. "Thanks Margo!"
"What's got you so peppy? I never seen you this energized." Margo laughed.
"Just a good morning, that's all." Mikayla blushed. The girl never blushed, what was becoming of her?
"Well I just wanted to come in and let you know that you have an interview scheduled after the show tonight. Please refrain from getting drunk before that." Margo informed the girl.
"Dammit, an interview? Really?" Mikayla whined. "With who?"
"One of the local news stations, apparently you have a huge fan base here in North Carolina." Margo told her.
"I have a huge fan base everywhere." Mikayla bragged.
"Okay Mikayla, don't get to cocky. Be inside the venue by 2 for soundcheck, okay?" Margo informed her. Mikayla nodded and her manager left the bus.
"I thought you were going to stop." Mitchie said as she looked at Mikayla from her bunk.
"Stop what?" Mikayla asked.
"Drinking." Mitchie said. She didn't mean to overhear their conversation but she did.
"I never said I was going to stop… I said I wouldn't drink that day." Mikayla shrugged. "Don't worry about me Mitch." She smiled.
"I really wish you would stop that." Mitchie frowned.
"Since when did you become my mother?" Mikayla asked, squinting her eyes.
"I'm not trying to be I'm just saying."
"Just leave it alone, okay?"
"Fine…" Mitchie turned in her bunk and faced the wall.
"What are you mad at me?" Mikayla asked. She didn't mean to upset the other girl but there were things she'd become accustomed to that she wasn't going to just stop.
"I'm not mad." Mitchie said, still facing away from the girl.
Mikayla quickly jumped up into Mitchie's bunk and grabbed the girl in her arms. "Come on Mitchie, don't be mad. I promise I'll keep out of your way."
"It's not that Mikayla. You're ruining your life by drinking every night. It's you who you're hurting, not me." Mitchie said even though she was indeed hurt by Mikayla's actions. "Now let go of me."
"You're a grouch today." Mikayla rolled her eyes as she let go of Mitchie.
"I just worry for you." Mitchie admitted.
"Don't . You're not my mother, you're not my father. You don't have to pretend to care. Okay?"
"Really Mikayla? I do care. I'm not pretending to care, you're my friend now and I want to keep it that way. I don't want to see you six feet under."
"A little drinking isn't going to kill me, sweet pea." Mikayla said.
"A little? You think getting drunk every night is considered a little bit of drinking? You're in for a rude awakening Mikayla. You'll end up like me." Mitchie said as she sat up.
"Last time I checked you went to rehab for hurting yourself not drinking, so no, I won't end up like you." Mikayla said defensively.
Mitchie's eyes grew wide at Mikayla's comment. She looked down and felt tears beginning to form. "Get out." She said.
"What?" Mikayla asked her, confused as to why she was kicking the girl out.
"Get out!" Mitchie yelled.
"This is my bus too, princess." Mikayla said.
"Then get out of my bunk and leave me the fuck alone." Mitchie said. Mikayla was surprised to see the girl be so defensive and then it hit her. She hadn't thought her comment was that rude but looking back at it she realized she had really hurt the girl.
"Have it your way." Mikayla said as she hopped out of the top bunk and walked to the couch. Mitchie shut the curtain to her bunk and buried her face in her pillow. She cried out, letting the pillow muffle the sobs.
Mikayla went to sit on the couch feeling nothing but guilt. She was always so defensive when people messed with her and now she had hurt the one person she was starting to care about. "Smooth move, Mikayla." She whispered to herself.
An hour later, Mitchie descended from her bunk and walked over to the small bathroom to change. She came back out in a shirt and shorts and headed out to the venue. Mikayla watched as the other girl left without even saying a word. She too got up to change and then headed into the venue.
"What did you do?" Margo asked Mikayla as the pop star walked into the venue.
"Nothing?" Mikayla said.
"Your little bus mate came crying to Brent saying she needs her own dressing room today… something about you being rude and I don't know what else. What did you do to her? I thought you were becoming friends." Margo asked.
"I didn't do anything." Mikayla shrugged. "She's just being a diva." She said, regretting it but she wasn't going to show weakness to Margo.
"Well you need to tone down your attitude or you're going to get yourself kicked off this tour." Margo said.
"Not going to happen." Mikayla rolled her eyes. "I'll be in the dressing room until soundcheck."
Mikayla walked off and headed towards her dressing room. She hoped Mitchie was there and that Brent hadn't given in to her demand. She slowly opened the door to the dressing room and found Mitchie laying on the couch, facing away from the door.
"Get out." She said without looking.
"You can't kick me out of my dressing room, you know." Mikayla told the girl as she walked over towards her.
Mitchie turned to face Mikayla and sat up. Her eyes were bloodshot red from crying. "Fine. Don't talk to me then."
Mikayla thought the girl was acting a bit immature but she respected her wish and decided not to talk to her. For the next hour, the two sat on opposite sides of the room occasionally stealing glances at one another.
"Mikayla, souncheck." Margo said as she peeked her head into the room. "Now."
…
"Thank you Charlotte, you've been awesome!" Mikayla said into the microphone as she finished her part of the show. Today was the first show of the tour where she had to open. Mitchie would be going next and then the boys of Connect 3. She walked off into the back of the stage and passed by Mitchie who made sure to make absolutely no eye contact with the girl. She was still not talking to her as a result of their little fight in the bus earlier that morning.
"Dressing room." Margo said. "They're waiting to interview you."
Mikayla walked over to her dressing room and introduced herself to the man and woman who were waiting for her. The man stood with a camera while the woman sat down with Mikayla on the couch.
"Hi, I'm Lynne from local 4 here in Charlotte. It's a pleasure to interview you." The reporter said.
"Thanks for having me." Mikayla said with a fake smile.
"We caught a glimpse of your show tonight, you are incredible!"
"Thank you." Cue fake smile again.
"What's been your favorite part of this tour so far?"
"Getting to see all my fans," Mikayla lied. In reality her favorite part had been getting close to Mitchie, but she wasn't going to admit that. "They come out and sing along to every song and I love it!"
"Your fans here in Charlotte are pretty crazy about you, how does that make you feel?"
"It makes me very thankful for what I do. They're awesome. I love them." Mikayla smiled.
"Are you working on any new music?"
"I've been writing a lot lately but I haven't gone into a studio to record. We'll see." She shrugged. Mikayla had been inspired lately in her music by Mitchie's presence but none of the songs she'd written were even close to complete.
"Well it's been a pleasure getting to interview you, I wish you the best on the rest of this tour." The interviewer said before signing off. The camera went off and the two of them left. Mikayla grabbed her things from her dressing room and left to her bus. She knew Mitchie was still on stage and it'd be a while before she came back.
When she got to the bus, the first thing she did was open the bottle that Margo had brought for her earlier in the day. She sat back in her bunk, closed the curtain and let the drink burn her throat. Time passed as she continued to drink until the bottle was half empty. She walked out to the back of the bus with her bottle in hand. Mitchie still hadn't come back yet.
She threw herself down on the couch with her guitar and placed her bottle on the table. She felt the room begin to spin, this was the feeling she wanted to feel. She began to sloppily strum a few chords on the guitar. "How could I beee soo heartless." She sang.
Mitchie walked into the bus and heard Mikayla singing. She stopped in the front of the bus, listening to the other girl. "I'm sorry" she sang. "I'm such a bitchhhh I know I am. Mitchie, I'm sorry forrr being a bitch." The drunk girl sang. Mitchie didn't know Mikayla was drunk, she just thought the girl was going crazy.
She slowly made her way to the back and found Mikayla on the floor with her guitar in hand. She was strumming away on her guitar, singing apologies from left to right. Mikayla looked up to find Mitchie staring at her. "Helloooo beautifulll, howsss it goinggg?" Mikayla sang. Mitchie automatically knew the girl was drunk, she would never sing a Connect 3 song sober.
"You're drunk aren't you?" Mitchie said, rolling her eyes. She looked at the table beside Mikayla and noticed the bottle was now a two thirds of the way empty.
"No!" Mikayla said as she busted out laughing.
"Is that the bottle you just got?" Mitchie said as she went to grab it from the table.
"Don't touchhh" Mikayla said as she grabbed it before Mitchie could. She went to take another sip but Mitchie took it from her hands.
"Stop Mikayla." She told her. "Don't you think you've had enough?"
"No." Mikayla shook her head, she was worse than a child.
"I do." Mitchie said as she walked to the front of the bus to hide the bottle. Mikayla stood up slowly, trying to follow the girl in her tracks. She stumbled her way to the front of the bus where Mitchie had just hidden the bottle.
"Give it back!" Mikayla yelled.
"No, you need to stop." Mitchie said.
Mikayla stumbled up to Mitchie and the girl held her up before she could fall. Mitchie was still mad at Mikayla for what she had told her, but she wasn't going to leave the drunk girl alone.
"You can't even hold yourself up." Mitchie said, shaking her head.
"Kissss meee." Mikayla asked as she leaned in to kiss Mitchie.
"Why would I!" Mitchie said as she pulled her head back. She kept her hands on Mikayla's waist, giving her support so she didn't fall.
"I likeee you." Mikayla smiled.
"Well I like you too but not when you're being a bitch to me." Mitchie said.
"Noooo. Nooo. I liiikeee you." Mikayla said as she wrapped her arms around Mitchie's neck. "You're hotttt."
"Um, that's just the alcohol talking, Mik." Mitchie said. She was unsure of how to feel about what Mikayla just said.
"Kisss me." Mikayla said. She puckered her lips for Mitchie to kiss her but opened one eye when she didn't feel anything. Mitchie laughed at the girl's face.
Mikayla's eyes grew wide and suddenly they were rolling to the back of her eyes. Mitchie felt the other girl's body fall onto hers. "Mikayla!" she yelled.
Mikayla wouldn't respond so Mitchie laid her down onto the bus' floor. She pressed two fingers on the girl's neck and realized her heart was still beating. She leaned her head down to listen for a breath and she was relieved to find one even if it was short. Mikayla remained passed out as Mitchie shook her. "Mikayla, wake up!" she said a few times.
Mitchie picked up Mikayla's non-moving body and walked over to the bus door. She exited the bus with Mikayla in her arms and walked over to the bus that was parked behind theirs. She kicked the door a few times until the bus driver opened it.
"What's wrong?" he asked. This was Connect 3's bus driver, Mitchie felt thankful that he was there instead of the guys who were probably still performing.
"Call 911, she passed out." Mitchie informed the guy. He did exactly as she asked and ten minutes later an ambulance appeared. They took Mikayla in a stretcher while Mitchie sat in a small seat of the ambulance.
"How much has she been drinking?" one of the guys in the ambulance asked.
"A lot." Mitchie responded. "Like almost the whole bottle."
"You called us just in time… A little bit longer and she would have been a goner." He said.
Mitchie shook her head at the thought out Mikayla dying in her presence. This brought back memories of the time she had been rushed to the hospital, when her older sister saved her life.
When they reached the hospital, the doctors took Mikayla into their care and Mitchie had to go to the waiting room. She had asked the bus driver to inform Margo and Brent of the situation so she was left to wait for them in the hospital. She thought back to the conversation she'd had with Mikayla and how she'd warned her that she'd end up like her. Mitchie had been right. And at this moment she didn't care that the girl had been rude to her, she worried she could lose her new friend. The girl she was starting to fall somewhat in love with.
This idea was inspired by Lovatic4Life... I know it's slowly getting to them getting together but i promise it will happen, just give it time. :)
So what do you think? please review.