DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock. I do not own Marry Me by Train
One Week Later
Mitchie's POV
"Babe, can you pass me a water please?" I ask Mikayla who happily complies. She stands up from her chair beside me and walks over to the fridge. I watch her sift through some of the contents and then pull out two waters.
"Here you go, my lady." She kissed the top of my head before sitting down.
I look over at Dallas, she's playing with her salad, moving it from one side of the plate to the other. I know my sister pretty well and I know that when she acts like this, something is bugging her.
"That salad any good?" I ask Dallas who had been very quiet the entire time. The three of us are eating lunch together, a new tradition we started when Mikayla first moved in with us.
"Huh?" Dallas looks up at blinks a few times in an attempt to figure out what I had said but her face grows confused when she can't.
"I asked if that salad is any good." I repeat myself.
"It's not the best of that's what you want to know." She looks at me and then back down at her salad. What's bugging her so much?
"Dal, are you okay?" I ask the unavoidable question. Mikayla sits beside me completely quiet, stuffing her face with her roast beef sandwhich that she made.
"Uh yeah, Mitch." She lies. I can always tell when my sister lies because she doesn't look me in the eye and her voice goes an octave higher.
"Liar." I say. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, Mitch." She insists her words sounding like she does not want to talk about it.
"Dallas.. Please.." I plead.
"It's not important." She looks back down at her salad then pushes her plate away. It's safe to say she's lost her appetite.
"To me it is." I honestly say.
"You want to know what's got me down? My baby sister is on the brink of getting married. She's about to become a bride, you know what that means? That means I'll see her less, talk to her less. I-I don't want to lose her." Somewhere in the rant she started tearing up. "Don't get me wrong, I'm freaking happy for her, proud even but I'm just afraid to let her go."
"You don't have to be afraid." I promise her.
"Mitchie, I don't think you realize the love I have for you. You're my little sister and I almost lost you; it's hard to think I might lose you again." She avoids making eye contact with me.
"You act like I'm dying, Dal. Don't be so dramatic, I'm only getting married. Mikayla and I aren't going anywhere, we'll be around. We won't be living her clearly but three hours away isn't all that bad." I remind her.
"I'll always protect her." Mikayla finally speaks. "So you don't have to worry about that."
"I know you will Mikayla, and I know you will love her unconditionally, it's just.. Please don't forget to call every once in a while." She pleads, a small smile forming on her face.
"Why are you acting like I'm joining the military? What, do married couples not keep in touch with their families..? Plus, Dal, we barely got engaged."
"Yeah, this will not be a shotgun wedding." Mikayla adds.
"Well neither of you are pregnant." Dallas chuckles. "At least I hope not."
"I promise you that's highly impossible. We may be active but that would never happen, biologically impossible." I say.
"I know that, Mitchie. Thank you." Dallas says seeming happier than before. "I'm sorry I acted this way."
"I'm flattered that you did. It shows how much you care." I feel a warmness in my heart just thinking about it.
"I'll never stop caring. So how does it feel?" She takes a sip of her drink and speaks again. "Being engaged."
"No different than not being engaged." Mikayla answers for me.
"I actually feel a difference." I shrug. Since we got engaged, Mikayla and I are happier, more loving.
"Yeah, the difference is that now you're carrying a very expensive ring on your finger." Mikayla jokes.
"You say it like you regret buying it." I pout as I fidget with my ring. I can't help but wonder how much Mik spent on it, it's beautiful.
"I don't regret a single thing about that purchase, in fact, I think it's the best buy I have ever made." She admits.
"Even if it cost you half a mil?" Dallas asks. I shake my head as I hear the price, that can't be right. I know Mikayla has a lot of money, she's a popstar, but I wouldn't believe she'd spend half a million dollars on me.
"Yes, even then." She says. My eyes grow wide as I look at Mikayla, I look like I've seen a ghost.
"D-Did she say h-half a mil?" I stutter out as I place my hand on my forehead.
"Yeah, half a mil." Mikayla responds casually.
"Mikayla! You did not spend five hundred thousand dollars on this ring!" I shake my head in disbelief.
"Oh, see that's where you're wrong." She smirks. "Cause I did."
"But why? Baby, that is a lot of money." I let the information sink, Mikayla spent a large sum of money to tell me she wants to spend forever with me. She's definitely the one.
"Which I have, so what's the big deal?" She shrugs.
"The big deal? You can't just spend half a million dollars on me and think I'm not going to freak out." I start to panic. I have never been splurged on like this, it feels weird.
"This is why I didn't tell you how much I spent in the first place." She sets her sandwhich down and looks at me.
"I-I.." Forming words seems impossible so I remain quiet.
"You know I love you eternally and I don't care how much money I have to spend to show it to you." She leans over a little, her face merely inches from mine. Everytime we're in this position, I always tend to forget everyone else in the room but her.
"How much was our house?" I ask as I think about all the money she's been spending on me. "The cabin. How much?"
"Don't worry about it." She pulls back. There goes our moment..
"I have a right to know." I state as I hold up my ring finger. "I'm your fiancé."
"You're really into that word, huh?" She smirks.
"Don't change the subject."
"I don't see why it's so important what I do with my money. I'm lavishing you, not buying drugs from another country." She begins to grow irritable.
"But baby you really don't have to spend so my much on me." I admit.
"You could be a little more appreciative." She sighs and gives me a cute little pout.
"I'm sorry." I reach across and take her hand in mine. "I'm being inconsiderate, aren't I?"
"A little." She brings her face back closer to mean and I press my forehead against hers, our noses inches from touching."Most girls would be flattered to be loved like you are."
"I'm not most girls." I wink. "But I'm really flattered by the way you treat me."
"No, you're hotter." She pecks my lips twice. "And so much better."
"I'm sorry I overreacted. I'm honestly flattered that you still find the time to show me you love me. Most people would be tired of having to put up with my ass." I shrug as the distance falls between as we pull away.
"I'm not most people," She shakes her head. "I'm Mitchie's fiancé."
"I like the sound of that." I cheer.
"I love watching you guys bicker." Dallas chuckles.
"What's so lovely about it?" Mikayla asks.
"Because it's always over something silly and then five minutes later you're making up and it's all cute." She gushes.
"You're weird, Dallas." I roll my eyes at my sister.
"Says the girl who complains about her girlfriend spending money on her."
"Can we just drop the subject? I apologized and I'm thankful that she does these things." I plead. I get an interesting look from the both of them, like I'm crazy.
"Okay!" Dallas defends. "So, wedding plans?"
"We just got engaged!" I remind her.
"Yes, but you have to start planning! Think about things like, who's going to be your maid of honor?" She coughs a little then points at herself.
"Oh yeah, Maddie probably." I joke, I love watching my sister squirm.
"You're kidding, right?" Dallas gives me a cold stare. "I have been there for you since you were in diapers!"
"Obviously, Dallas. You know you'll always be my maid of honor." I say it like its the most obvious thing. My relationship with Dallas is much like the one I share with Mikayla, minus the sex and physical stuff, we both bicker a lot over little things but in the end we care for each other a lot.
"Good, I was about to get a little worried." Dallas pretends to wipe sweat from her forehead.
"Who could be our best man?" Mikayla asks. "I'm not friends with guys."
"We don't need one, we're gay." I laugh.
"Gay people have traditional weddings too!" She states.
"We don't have to be super traditional, right?" I ask, hoping se says no.
"I mean, we're not going to get married in a church, if that's what you're asking."
"Well I know that..I always wanted to get married in.." I start to say but Mikayla interrupts.
"Rome." She finishes for me.
"Yeah." My smile lights up. "You remember.."
"I always listen, even when I pretend not to."
"So Rome?" I ask.
"We'll have time to think about it," She checks her watch then curses. "We have to leave in thirty minutes!"
"Oh crap!" I nearly panic.
...
"Please welcome my next guests, you may know them from their platinum albums, but here on the Ellen show we know them as the cutest gay couple since my wife and I, Mitchie Torres and Mikayla Gomez!" Ellen introduces us and we appear on stage. Mikayla and I are hand in hand as we make our way over to Ellen.
"Hi," Mikayla says as she hugs Ellen, letting go of my hand in the process. "Thanks for having us."
"Yeah, thank you." I repeat as it's my turn to hug her.
"Have a seat girls." Ellen demands. The three of us each take a seat, Ellen in her single chair and Mikayla and I share the other seat. "So what's new? Any gossip?"
"No, no gossip." Mikayla shakes her head as she chuckles.
"Really? Nothing juicy you want to tell us?" Ellen gives a questioning look. Of course she already knows the news, but the public doesn't.
"Nope." Mikayla and I say in unison as we shake our heads. We aren't spilling the beans just yet.
"Well that's no fun, what are we going to talk about then? I was hoping for something very juicy." Ellen pouts.
"Well I do have a little secret." Mikayla teases.
"Tell me more!" Ellen brings her feet onto her chair and starts to light up like a kid at a candy store.
"Well I've been working on my new album," Mikayla says slowly, adding emphasis to the news. "Been writing a lot, recording a lot.."
"Mhm." Ellen says, hoping for her to get to the point.
"That's it, that's the news." Mikayla jokes.
"You're kidding me, right?" Ellen shakes her head in disapproval. "You had me get excited just so you can tell me you're working on an album? That's your job!"
"I mean there's more.." Mikayla is such a tease.
"Well then?" Ellen grows giddy again.
"I have a date set for its release.. And I've worked with a lot of artists for it." Mikayla begins. "One of the artist being the beautiful girl seated next to me."
"Oh la la, you collaborated with your girlfriend? Tell me about it."
"The songs are very raw, emotional and just a snippet into our relationship. We don't really like to go out and publicize everything we do, so the songs pretty much speak for us." I answer for Mikayla.
"Those songs are by far my favorites so far because they're the most real ones on there." Mikayla adds.
"When can we expect the album to drop?" Ellen asks.
"Late June," Mikayla quickly responds. "Little fun fact, my album comes out the day of our anniversary."
We look at each other and smile, causing an 'aw' to result from the entire audience. "Impressive." Ellen nods. "Now, Mitchie, you said something about not liking to publicize your relationship, is that right?"
"Yeah, we don't like to go out and flaunt it, we're very private people." I answer. I'm a little nervous because Ellen has a mischievous look on her face, that usually means trouble.
"Well, we found some pictures of the two of you just kissing away." Ellen states before pointing at the screen that's behind us. A picture of Mikayla and I appears; she's leaning against the center console of my car, kissing me. It's not an embarrassing picture, it's cute in fact.
"So you like kissing in cars? That's pretty private." Ellen nods.
I feel my cheeks growing red as we wait for the next photo to appear. "Oh gosh." I hear Mikayla breathe out as a picture of us in Brazil pops up. This one is definitely embarrassing. It's from when we went to the beach, we're both in our bikinis kissing and Mikayla's hands are perfectly placed on my ass.
"Well this one is just self explanatory." Ellen jokes. "Very private indeed."
Mikayla buries her flaming red face into my chest, laughing. "I'm going to kill you, Ellen." She jokes.
"My wife wouldn't be very happy if you did that." Ellen shakes her head.
"How do they get these pictures?" I ask myself out loud.
"Well you're not doing a very good job of being private, you're on the beach!" She jokes. "We have two more candids to show you."
The third picture to appear is completely photoshopped but incredibly hilarious. They took the picture from before, of us making out on the beach, and pasted it onto a picture of a gas station. Apparently they think it's funny to pretend we make out at every single random place.
"So you two like to be private at gas stations." Ellen nods. "Classy."
Mikayla looks up from my chest and breaks out into a laughing fit when she see's the picture. "What is that?" She asks through the laughs.
"I don't know, you tell me." Ellen laughs. "Okay, okay, last one."
The last picture is my favorite of all. Again they photoshopped the picture of us on the beach but this time they pasted it onto a picture of the Eiffel Tower. They placed us just below it so it looks like we were actually there, but in reality we have never been.
"Oh my gosh, I wish that was real." I say out loud.
"You wish you were being private under the Eiffel tower?" Ellen asks not able to contain her laughter. It's clear that 'being private' is code for making out.
"Mikayla and I just love to be private." I go along with her.
"You two are everywhere." She shakes her head.
"Well some of those pictures were a little altered." Milayla states.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ellen looks away, pretending to be serious.
"Why do you always do that?" Mikayla asks as she sits back up, her blush completely gone. "Why do you always put us on the spot like that?"
"Have you ever watched this show? It's my job to put everyone on the spot." Ellen chuckles.
"I promise we aren't that bad, we really do like being private." I say hoping the entire audience doesn't think we're some kind of freaks.
"Okay, okay. This time I'll believe you but in exchange, I need some juicy gossip." Ellen states. This is originally what we came here to do, to tell the world our big news.
"I don't know.." Mikayla pretends to consider. "Should we say something?"
"I think we should." I nod.
"Well?" Ellen is excited again.
"Mitchie and I have some new to share." Mikayla begins to say. "Big news in fact.."
"You're killing me here!" Ellen sound desperate to get the truth out of us.
"We're.." Mikayla teases as she takes a long pause. "We're getting married!" She finally admits.
"You're engaged? What? When? Why didn't you call me?" Ellen pretends to freak out before pulling us into a big hug. "I feel like my children are getting married."
"Yes, Mitchie and I are engaged." Mikayla answers one of the questions.
"Who proposed?"
"Mikayla." I answer. "It was very romantic too."
"Where's the ring? Let me see the ring!" I pull out my hand from behind Mikayla. I had my arm wrapped around her waist so no one saw the ring until now. I show Ellen the ring and she gasps. "That's a beautiful ring."
"Thank you." Mikayla smiles.
"I better be invited to this wedding!" Ellen eyes us, she means it.
"You'll be the first person we invite." I promise her.
As we continue to talk about the engagement, a camera man waves at Ellen signaling that it's time to wrap up. We bid our farewells and the camera turns off, ending the show. The audience cheers for us as Mikayla and I make our way backstage.
"Hey girls, great interview." Ellen hugs us when we reach the green room. "Sorry about the pictures, you know it's all fun."
"No hard feelings." I say.
"Embarrassing but not tragic." Mikayla adds.
"I was wondering if you two would like to come over for dinner sometime with my wife and I. We'd love to have you and share some of our secrets to surviving marriage in this industry, specially as different as we are." She offers.
"I'd love that, you babe?" Mikayla answers.
"Name a time and place and we're there." I add.
"I'll set something up and call you guys soon." She nods. "Thanks for coming, and congratulations."
"Thank you," We say in unison.
Firstly, thank you very much for the reviews on the last couple chapters.. i'm glad you liked the engagement, it was fun to write. Also, think of Mitchie's engagement ring as the one Miley has. Although, Miley's ring is 250K, Mitchie's is 500K to make Mikayla more of a badass (; Hope you enjoyed.. please review :)
Ane - You noticed that? Awesome! Think of Mitchie as what Demi looks like now, would you not have your hands there at all times? :) I threw in something for you in this chapter, hope you caught it/liked it.
full360-2b-me - no apologies needed :) And yes, i'd like a mikayla for myself too :')
iheartDLove - thank you. thank you. thank you. :)
nickiminajlover - that makes me smile that you are proud of it as well, thanks for the review 3
semidemena5 - i would love for it to be real life, would be so cute! thanks for you review, it was lovely :)