DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock. I do not own You found me by The Fray.
One Week Later
Mikayla's POV
Today is the first day in a while where I wake up on my own. Usually, Mitchie comes into my room and wakes me up herself but today there's not even a sound of her. She must still be asleep or something. I look over at my clock and notice that it's a little past eight. Maddie should be at school right now and Mitchie's parents are probably at work. I wonder if Dallas is home though.
I sit up and stretch my arms, letting myself wake up. When i'm ready, I get up from my comfortable bed and make my way over to Mitchie's room. If she's still asleep I'll use this opportunity to cuddle with her. I enter her room slowly and find her sleeping, facing away from the door. I tip toe over to her bed and cuddle her from behind.
"Good morning sweetie." I say as I drape my arm around her waist and kiss her cheek. She doesn't move a muscle. "Babe?"
"Stop screaming." She whispers as she grabs her head. "I have a headache."
"I'm not screaming." I say as I let my hand take hers.
"My head hurts, Mikayla." She says.
"Are you okay?" I ask as I move my hand up to feel her forehead. "Mitchie you're burning." I say as I continue to check her.
"No." She says shaking her head.
"Yes baby." I say. " You have a fever."
"I'm fine, Mikayla." She says. She looks like she didn't have a good nights sleep and she feels hot like hell.
"No you're not." I say. "My baby is sick." I pout.
"No I'm not." She lies.
"Mitchie, you accused me of screaming and you're burning up.. You're sick." I say.
"Fine okay i'm sick." She says as she lays facing up. "My entire body hurts."
"Do you need to throw up?" I ask, slowly running her tummy.
"No but my stomach hurts." He says. "And I feel like a car ran over me."
"Aw, babe what do you want me to do?" I ask as I look her in the eye.
"Nothing, go to your meeting." She says.
"I'm not leaving you sick." I say with a laugh. "I'll call Margo and reschedule."
"No baby, I'll be okay i'm just a little sick."
"Mitchie, I'm not going to leave you home alone when you're sick. Margo won't mind, okay?" I say.
"Are you sure?" She asks.
"Yeah, I have to take care of my baby." I say with a smile before kissing her cheek.
"You shouldn't be kissing me when I'm sick."
"There are worst things I could do than kiss my sick girlfriend." I say before pecking her lips.
"I don't want you getting sick though."
"I have a strong immune system. I'll be okay." I tell her. "Do you want anything?"
"I could use some soup." She says with a smile.
"Well lucky you, I make an amazing chicken noodle soup." I say as I take her hand and intertwine our fingers.
"Would you like me to make you some?"
"Yes, please." She says with a weak smile.
"Okay, stay put. I don't want you walking around okay?" I say.
"Can I at least go downstairs and lay down in the TV room?" She asks batting her eyes.
"Okay, but once you're there don't move. You can't get better unless you're resting."
"Yes mom." She says laughing.
I help her stand up from the bed and wrap a blanket around her shoulders. "I feel like I'm dying." She says as she starts walking.
"What exactly do you feel?" I ask her as I help her walk down the stairs.
"Like my stomach is going to give out." She says. "I haven't felt like this since I used to purge."
"But you haven't in a while, right?" I ask feeling a little worried.
"No, babe." She says shaking her head. "Sometimes things like this happen though, after a while of not throwing up your body kind of retaliates on you."
We reach the TV room and I help her lay down on the couch. "Call me if you need anything I'll be in the kitchen making your soup, okay?" I say before kissing her forehead and leaving.
It takes me an hour to make her soup and by the time I get back to the TV room, she's asleep again. I put the soup on the table and slowly shake her.
"Did I fall asleep?" She asks laughing.
"Yes." I say as I help her sit up. "One chicken noodle soup for my beautiful girlfriend." I hand her the soup.
"Thanks Mikayla." She smiles. I watch as she tastes it and wait for her reaction. "Damn, not bad."
"I forgot to tell you I'm a pretty good cook." I say.
"Is there anything you can't do?" She asks before taking a sip of her soup. "I mean you're a caring girlfriend, an amazing singer, a good cook, good in bed and you make my heart skip beats when you look at me. So, what can't you do?"
"I can't ice skate." I say. "I can't dance and I sure as hell can't play sports."
"You can't ice skate?" She asks, her eyes growing wide.
"Well, I'm from Dallas so we don't really ice skate there." I point out.
"You have ice rinks though." She laughs. "I'm from here and there's no ice, but I've been to an ice staking rink!"
"I can't even skate in general." I say.
"You have never been to a skating rink either?" She asks. Her suprised reaction is making me laugh. "Who are you?"
"Your girlfriend?" I reply.
"I can't believe you've never been skating!"
"Well I never really had any friends so no one ever took me to those kind of things." I tell her. "I never wanted to either."
"Why not? It's so fun!" She tells me.
"Because I'd just make a fool of myself."
"Would you ever go with me?" She asks.
"I'd prefer not to, but nothing against you."
"Aw, come on Mikayla!" She begs. "It would be so much fun and I could teach you, it's not that hard."
"I don't know, Mitch." I say. She's looking at me with her puppy dog eyes and it's making me want to give in so badly.
"It would be such a fun date." She says trying to convince me.
"Mitchie, I'd look like a fool." I say.
"No you wouldn't, not once you got the hang of it." She insists. At this point I'm ready to give in but I'd rather play with her for bit.
"I don't think it's a good idea." I say.
"Baby please." She begs using her whiney-child voice. "Do it for me because you love me!"
"I love you tremendously but I don't want to look like an idiot." I say.
"You owe me big time after your little prank, Mikayla." She says with a smirk.
"No I don't! Might I remind you we haven't had sex in a week because that was my punishment!" I say. "So I don't owe you anymore!"
"Fine, but I'm still sick and you can't say no to a sick girl." She pouts.
"You're not going to give this up, are you?" I ask.
"No because I want to go ice skating with you and I want to teach you how to do it. It's so much fun, I don't see why you're being so reluctant about it." She says growing annoyed.
"Because I'm trying to mess with you." I say with a chuckle. "If you really want to go then we will go, but not until you get better."
"You're mean." She pouts.
"I'm not mean baby, I just like joking with you." I say as I push back a strand of hair that's beginning to fall onto her face. "But I promise you can take me ice skating."
"Really?" She says, her eyes growing the size of the moon. The gleam in her eye is so cute.
"Really." I say. "But under two conditions."
"What conditions?" She asks.
"For one, you have to stop banning sexy time." I say winking. "And two, well it's more of a request..." I say.
"What is it?"
"Will you do a duet with me on my next album?" I ask her.
"You want me to sing with you?" She asks.
"That's kind of what a duet is." I say, laughing. I love how ditsy she can be sometimes, it's so cute.
"No I'm asking like, you really want to do that? You want me?" She says and I nod.
"There's a song that I wrote for you, well for us, while I was in rehab. It's kind of a very emotional song but there's no one I'd like to record the song with than you." I say.
"Can I hear it first?" She asks as she puts her finished plate on the table.
"I-I'm nervous to show it to you."
"Why?"
"Because I don't think I can make it through the entire song without breaking down and crying." I admit.
"That bad?" She asks.
"That emotional." I tell her.
"Just let me hear it." She says calmly.
I run up to my room and grab my acoustic guitar. I've never been so nervous in my life, but then again I've never written a song that means as much as this one. It's my anthem, it's Mitchie's anthem. I pride myself on these lyrics, this is probably the best song I have ever written.
"I brought some tissues just in case." I say trying to lighten the mood for myself.
"You're scaring me, is it that bad?" She asks.
"It's just really personal and it's about what we've gone through. I wrote it when I finally realized that I had done the right thing by seeking treatment. Just listen." I say.
I let her stretch out on the couch while I sit at the edge of it. I settle my guitar on my lap and begin to pick at the strings. I look down at her before beginning to sing.
I found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
Was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything".
Where were you
When everything was falling apart?
All my days
Were spent by the telephone
That never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of First and Amistad
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
I pause the song and look at Mitchie, the tears streaming down both our faces. She sits up and wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight. "I love it." She says through the tears. "And it would mean the world to me to record it with you."
"Would you like me to finish?" I ask her as I use a tissue to wipe away a tear.
"Yes, please." She smile before gently kissing my cheek and leaning back.
In the end
Everyone ends up alone
Losing her
The only one who's ever known
Who I am
Who I'm not, who I wanna be
No way to know
How long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Early morning
The city breaks
I've been calling
For years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never send me no letters
You got some kinda nerve
Taking all I want
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lying on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Why'd you have to wait?
To find me, to find me
Mitchie grabs the box of tissues from her lap and hands it out to me as I finish. "That was beautiful, Mikayla." She says. "I'm beyond proud of how far you've come."
"I can say the same about you." I say as I caress her cheek. "I'm not the only who's suffered through so much, so have you."
"I know, but I've seen you go from your worst to your best." She says. "You never had the opportunity to see my worst and I'm glad you never had to see me like that."
"I would have been there to hold you when you needed me." I say.
"But the past is the past." She says shaking her head. "My mistakes and my issues, they made me who I am today. Yeah, I was a broken little girl before but I needed that to make me the strong young woman that I am now. I mean, sure I slip up sometimes but nothing is as it used to be. I have you to thank partially, I don't think I'd be this strong if I didn't have you by my side to keep me going."
"You're strong with or without me, always remember that. But i'm not going anywhere, i'll still be here everyday to tell you you're beautiful or to make you chicken noodle soup when you're running a fever." I say with a chuckle. "I'll be here to kiss your scars and when you feel low because I just want to see you happy, I just want to see that million dollar smile of yours that I adore so much." I say and she smiles for me. "That one, baby. It's the one thing that guarantees my happiness, that smile."
"I seriously question how I got so lucky in having the best girlfriend. You know the right things to say and you're the only person who can ever my heart to race a million miles an hour." She says. "I know nobody's perfect but to me you're more than that. I can't express how amazed I am by you and your strength. No one is more proud of you than me, please remember that."
"You know, the only thing that kept me going those four months in treatment was the thought of you. The memory of you saving my life that night on the tour bus. Everything i've accomplished, I owe that to you. I wouldn't be sitting here now if it weren't for you. I owe you so much, Mitchie. Sometimes I don't think I deserve you, I don't deserve someone so caring and loving like you."
She grabs my shirt and pulls me down so our noses are touching. "You hush, okay? You're my world and I'll do anything to prove that. You do deserve the best, quit lying to yourself." She says before bringing her lips on mine and kissing me sweetly.
"So you'll do the duet?" I ask as I pull back from the kiss.
"Only if you go on date with me to the ice rink." She says.
"Deal then." I say as I hold my hand out for her to shake. She shakes it then pulls me down to kiss me again. "Deal." She says into the kiss.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter, :) It was kind of a filler.. I have a slight writers block with this story at the moment so i'd love some input. Next chapter will be ice rink/duet, but what do you want to see? Suggestions maybe so I can continue :)
Glad you liked the punk'd chapter. Wasn't sure if y'all would think it was funny or not but thank you for the positive reviews 3 You guys are too kind!