DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.
Two days later
Mitchie's POV
"Good morning!" I shake Mikayla softly as I try to wake her.
"Babe, no." She shifts a little and turns around, facing away from me. I lay out beside her and drape my around her.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty." I whisper in her ear. She always looks so beautiful when she's asleep, it hurts having to wake her.
"Let me sleep, Mitch." She mumbles out.
"Oh come on Mik." I push her around so she's looking up at the ceiling. Her eyes shift to look at me and she frowns.
"What time is it?" She asks as she stretches.
"Its about to be twelve!" I admit.
"Damn, I slept that long?" She asks.
"Mhm, so you want to know what i was thinking?"
"Yes, I'd like to know what you were thinking."
"I was thinking we go to lunch and then a movie?" I straddle my sleepy girlfriend and she brings her hands onto my waist in the process.
"I have plans already, babe." She traces my waist with her fingers, slowly inching under my shirt. She looks me up and down, admiring me through my oversized t-shirt and pink underwear.
"Oh." I pout.
"I have a business meeting with Hannah."
"Meeting with Hannah?" I ask suspiciously.
"Yeah, she's trying to get me to do a movie so she's taking me to lunch to show me the script."
"You didn't tell me about this." I say. I feel hurt, it's like she's hiding things from me.
"We didn't figure it out until last night. I tried telling you but you were asleep."
"Mikayla, I want to spend time with you." I lean down and bring our foreheads together, Mikayla keeps her hands on my waist.
"Babe, we're together everyday." She says. "It's just a quick meeting and i'll be back before you know it."
"I don't trust her." I frown as I pull back and cross my arms.
"But you trust me right?" She asks, her hands trail down to my ass and I can't help but let out a small laugh.
"Always." I admit.
"Then everything is going to be okay. Hannah doesn't like me like that and it's just a business meeting."
"Mik, she still loves you, I can tell." I say as I unstraddle her.
"Aw, why'd you get off?"
"I can see where this is going and i'm not in the mood." I lay beside her. She props herself up on one elbow and turns to me.
"You're not in the mood for what?" She asks, her hand slowly descending down my body and making its way towards the hem of my underwear.
"My sister is home." I roll my eyes. I know what she wants to do and I'm not up for it now, specially not with Dallas in the next room.
"We'll stay quiet." She whispers in my ear, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body. To my surprise, her hand slips into my underwear and I can feel her on my center, rubbing lightly.
"Oh gosh." I moan out before I can speak. "We can't do this."
"Who says we can't?" She smirks.
"Mikayla, my sister will hear us." I pull out her hand before she can go any further and I feel her giving me a confused look.
"You never turned down sex before, what's your problem?" She asks.
"I don't have a problem, i'm not horny, okay?"
"Baby, why are you being like this?" She asks. A look of concern spreads across her face as I get up from the bed.
"I don't want to have sex when my sister is home, okay?" I say as turn towards the door.
"Mitchie, wait." She sits up. "Don't lie to me. I know you don't really care about your sister being home, so what's really bugging you."
"I don't want to have sex." I nearly scream.
"Okay... But why? What has you so irksome?"
"Just.. Just go to lunch with Hannah, babe." I say as I storm out. I don't know exactly why I'm being stubborn about her going to lunch with Hannah maybe it's because I know the girl has bad intentions.
I make my way to my room and slam the door behind me. I search for my cell phone and when I find it, I place it onto my stereo. The music fills the room as I throw myself onto my bed and think. Maybe i'm being really stupid for acting like this, I should trust Mikayla. No, I trust her, I just don't trust that bitch.
"Open the fucking door, Mitch!" I hear someone pounding on my door after a while. I hadn't heard them before over the loudness of the music.
I slowly get up from my bed and walk over to the door. My sister is standing on the other side of it, her hands on her hips and a fuming look on her face.
"Turn that music down, Mitchie." She protests. "I'm trying to read."
"Fine!" I roll my eyes at her before doing as she asks. When I return to the door I find Mikayla standing behind her. She's no longer in her pajamas, she's dressed in a hot pink summer dress and her hair up in a bun. She looks cute.
"Can we talk?" She asks me as she leans against the door frame.
"Don't you have a lunch to go to?" I ask. Dallas looks between us and then disappears, she probably realized she doesn't want to be involved in this conversation.
"I don't want to leave with you mad at me." She says.
"I'm not mad." I fake a smile hoping she'd get it.
"Your fake smiles don't work on me, baby." She laughs.
"Look, I'm not mad okay?"
"Then why are you being like this? Why do you have to lock yourself in here with the blasting music? Why do you have to be so rude to me?"
"I'm not being rude." I admit. "I really wasn't in the mood to have sex, is that really rude?"
"That's not what I'm talking about." She shakes her head. "You were fine until I told you that I had plans, then you just got really weird."
"You're going to be late." I tell her.
"See! Like that!" She points at me then quickly runs her fingers through her hair. "Am I really going to have to leave with you mad at me?"
"For the last damn time Mikayla, I'm not mad at you!" I state.
"Can I get a goodbye kiss then?" She smiles and opens up her arms to me.
I hesitate for a second before accepting her hug. When I pull back she brings her lips onto mine and we stay there like this for a few seconds. I would have kissed her longer if it wasn't for the sound of a car horn coming from outside.
"She's here." Mikayla says as she pulls back.
"You're riding in her car..?" I ask worriedly.
"Babe, I don't have a car so..." She says.
"You could have borrowed mine." I say defensively.
"You never let me drive your car!" She replies.
"Fine! Just go." I tell her before I walk back to my bed.
"I love you, baby." She yells at me before descending down the stairs.
"Be good, Mikayla." I yell back. I wait until the front door closes before I grab my keys and make my way downstairs. There's something I have to do.
Mikayla's POV
"Mickey!" Hannah lights up as I get into the passenger seat of her car.
"Hey, Hannah." I say as I lean over the center console to hug her.
"You look so good in that dress!" She gushes when I sit back. I grab the seat belt and slowly bring it over my body.
"Thank you." I reply.
"I made a reservation at Lights. It's this new restaurant and they literally have everything!" Hannah says as she begins the drive. I can feel her occasionally sneaking peeks at me as she drives.
"Do they have seafood? I'm kind of craving seafood." I say.
"Me too!" She says. "And luckily they have the best salmon, ever!"
"Really?" I ask suspiciously. "When I took Mitchie to Dallas with me a few months ago, we went to this amazing restaurant and their salmon was to die for!"
Hannah's expression at the mention of my girlfriend went from happy to a little disappointed. "This one is better, trust me." She winks.
"I'll have to see for myself then." I laugh.
"So how are you and Mitchie?" She asks after a moment of silence.
"We're great." I gush. "She's perfect."
"No fights?"
"Not really. The occasional bickering but that's normal." I say.
"Y'all really don't fight?" Hannah asks.
"Not really. I mean maybe once in a while but nothing serious. It's hard to stay mad at her." I say.
"I'm sure it's hard for her to stay mad at you." Hannah smiles. Is she trying to flirt with me? "We're here!"
We walk into the restaurant and a young woman leads us to an empty table. The restaurant is packed, Hannah must be right when she says it's really good.
"We'll have two waters please." Hannah orders as we take a seat. The young woman, Celine, nods and then quickly leaves.
"This place looks really awesome." I say as I look around and admire the restaurant. It lives up to its name because there are so many lights in here. "I'll have to bring Mitchie on a date here." I point out.
"Uh... yeah." Hannah says.
"We don't go out much anymore because we hate the paparazzi always following us, but I feel like she'd like this place." I say. "I gotta make reservations for our anniversary."
"When is that?" Hannah asks.
"Almost two months." I gush.
"Damn you two have been together for almost a year?" Her eyes grow wide. "So it's serious between the two of you?"
"Yeah, between me and you, I think she's the one." I smile as I think about Mitchie.
"Like THE one?" She asks.
"Like I want to ask her to marry me." I admit. Hannah takes a sip of her water and nearly chokes at my comment.
"Don't you think you're a little young." She says.
"I just turned nineteen, she's about to be nineteen.. How is that too young?"
"How serious are you about doing this?"
"It's just a thought right now. I want to speak to her family about it first before I make any sudden decisions. But it's something I really want to do."
"I.. Uh.. Well that's great." She smiles. "She must be really great in bed." She chuckles.
"That's not why I'm with her, Hannah." I say as I clear my throat. "She's such a strong, beautiful girl. I love everything about her and the way she makes me feel. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be sober, I wouldn't be liked by people."
"She did help you." She nods.
"I mean, sure she's amazing in the sheets but that's just a bonus to her package. I'd still love her if she was clumsy." I laugh a little. The thought of Mitchie being clumsy in bed makes me giggle. "Enough about Mitchie and I, tell me about this movie!" I say. Things are starting to be a little awkward between the two of us so I rather just get the conversation on what we came here to talk about.
"Movie?" Hannah asks. "Oh! Yeah, about that.."
"What?"
"There's no movie." She laughs.
"What do you mean?" I frown.
"I wanted to bring you out here for lunch so we could catch up and I figured that would be the only way." She says. "Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, just a little disappointed." I frown. "Why did you think this would be the only way?"
"Because your girlfriend hates me." She looks down then back up at me.
"Mitchie? No, she doesn't hate you." I half lie.
"Drop the act, I know she does."
"Why would she?" I ask.
"Because I made y'all fight and we have history together, Mickey." She says.
"What happened between us in the past was in the past, she doesn't care." I say.
"I beg to differ, Mikayla. The way she looks at me just screams hate." She says sounding sad.
"I'll talk to her about it if you want. I mean we're friends."
"You don't have to talk to her. It's just you're my best friend and it's hard to think your girlfriend hates me." Hannah gives me an apologetic look as she grabs my hand in hers. I look into her eyes and I can see desire. I retract my hand slowly and she just looks at me.
"Um, don't worry. I'll speak to her." I say awkwardly.
The waitress brings over our orders of salmon and we eat silently. Occasionally Hannah speaks about something but the majority of the time is spent in silence. Part of me begins to feel guilty about leaving Mitchie, specially now that it seems she was right.
"Well this was fun." I say when we finish our meals and stand up from our seats. She leads me over to her car and stops in front of the passenger door.
"Mikayla.." She says as she turns to me. "I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" I ask in confusion. I feel her hands on both shoulders and she pulls me into a quick kiss.
"Hannah, stop." I push her off of me the second our lips come into contact.
"I'm still in love with you." She says as she stares into my eyes. "I never stopped loving you."
"Hannah, I have a girlfriend." I say as I wipe off the feeling of her lips from my lips.
"She doesn't have to know." She smirks before bringing her lips into mine again.
"What the hell?" I hear the familiar voice say from behind me.
"Mitchie?" I ask when I pull back and turn around. Her eyes are opened wide as she looks at me. "I didn't do anything, baby." I cry.
"Get in the car, Mikayla." She says through her teeth as she stares at Hannah. Without breaking her stare, she points at her car and I walk over to it. It's always a surprise to see her so angry because she's usually such a sweet girl.
I take my place in the passenger seat of her car and I watch tentatively as she walks up to Hannah. I can't hear the confrontation but seeing it is enough. Hannah has a smirk plastered on her face as Mitchie yells at her. I can tell she's yelling because she's swinging her arms around like she does when she is pissed off. When Mitchie finishes going off, Hannah begins to speak. The smirk has now become an annoyed face as she talks to my girlfriend.
Mitchie turns back to look at me in the car a few times and then makes her way over. Hannah gets into her car and drives off without saying a single word to me.
"I told you, I don't trust her." This is the first thing Mitchie says to me as she gets into the car. She places the key in the ignition and then looks at me. "She's a bitch. Just a bitch!"
"I'm so sorry." I say. She looks angry but it's quickly done away by the tears that are filling her eyes. She leans her head against the wheel and begins to cry.
"Mikayla, I don't want you seeing her." She cries. "She's going to break us apart. She almost did once, I don't want her to do it again."
"I didn't know she still felt like that." I admit. I lean over the console and begin to rub Mitchie's back lightly. "Baby, you know I wouldn't do anything to mess up what we have. I promise I didn't do anything."
"I know, I watched." She pulls back and looks at me. "I followed you here."
"You what?" I ask.
"I didn't trust her and I got jealous so I followed you here and.. Well.. I kind of spied on you the entire time." She says.
I should feel angry at her for not trusting me. "So you don't trust me?" I ask as I pull back.
"I do, I just don't trust her. What just happened is reason enough for me to hate her." She cries.
"Mitchie you can't just follow me around." I say. "I love you too much to do something this stupid."
"I had a hunch okay." She says. "Ever since the festival the other day, Hannah's been acting weird and I just had a feeling she was gonna mess something up."
"I didn't kiss her back." I say hoping to ease everything.
"I know." She shakes her head. "I'm sorry I followed you." She wipes her tears. "But can you blame me?"
"Can we just go home?" I beg her as I realize we haven't moved from the parking lot.
How many of you hate Hannah? lol! Review please, cause reviews make me happy :) I think i'll be able to start updating more often now since school is OVER! anyway, do any of you have any suggestions? comments?