DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.
One Month Later (July)
Mitchie's POV
"Rise and shine!" I hear Mikayla cheer as she parades around through my room. She opens the curtains then saunters over to my closet to pick out an outfit.
"What are you doing?" I ask as I watch her with complete amazement. She's not usually energized in the mornings.
"Choosing your outfit for today." She says with a tone that shows she's being more than serious. I don't understand what has her so bubbly. My fiancé is not bubbly.
"Why are you so bubbly?" I question.
"Because it's move in day!" She lights up as she turns around to smile at me. It's much too early in the morning for me to process things at normal speed, so by the time I realize what she's talking about, she's already back to sifting through my clothes.
"Oh, yeah." I say trying to hide the fact that I'm not as excited as she. "That's today."
"Of course that's today!" I hear her laugh. She grabs two things from my closet then walks over to sit on the edge of my bed. She leaves the clothes aside then looks at me.
"What time are they coming?" I ask so I can be ready to face the movers who will be moving my stuff and mikayla's stuff over to the cabin. I'm not exactly ready to make this move but I don't know how to say this to her.
"They'll be here at three." She says before looking at the time on her phone. "We have a little more than three hours to finishing packing up. Make things easier for them, you know?" She states.
I don't understand why she's so excited about this, should I be as exited? Is moving in together alone supposed to be a happy milestone? It is, so then why am I so down about it?
"Can I change and meet you downstairs?" I ask Mikayla as I realize I want some air.
"Yeah," She kisses my forehead before standing up. "Since you decided to sleep in and not wake up until now, would you like lunch instead of breakfast?" She asks.
"I'll just take whatever." I simply state as I sit up on the bed and watch her walk out of the room.
I stare down at the clothes she laid out for me; a gray shirt and some short jean shorts. A simple outfit to help pack and move. I can't believe we're about to move out and move in on our own. All my life i've lived here, with my parents and with my sisters. Living with Mikayla has been nothing but a blessing, but I don't know how I feel about moving away from my parents so quickly. It seems like we've only been engaged for a few days but in reality it's been a few months. It's not that I don't want to live with her, not that at all in fact if there was anyone I would want to live with, it's her. But I just can't get myself to leave my family, to be almost three hours away from them. I'm scared of growing up, I have always been and now, now that my opportunity has come, I can't help but feel nervous.
I stand up from the bed and stretch out a little, looking around at my half empty room. Most things are packed in boxes that are currently in the garage, waiting to be loaded by the movers. I walk over to my desk which is now completely empty; I run my hand over it and smile. This desk brings back so many memories. Back before I was the Mitchie Torres, I used to sit here and write songs. I used to do my homework here, way back when I actually was required to do homework. A lot of things have changed since then, it's easy to say i'm not the same girl I used to be.
"Mitchie!" I heard Mikayla call out from downstairs. I hadn't noticed how much time I spent daydreaming and mentally debating this move until I heard Mikayla's voice. Seconds later, I hear footsteps making their way up the staircase.
"Sorry, I got sidetracked." I admit.
"By what?" She asks as she hands me the clothes that were once laying on my bed. She's starting to make me feel rushed.
"Nothing important." I quickly respond. She begins to say something but then closes her mouth, like she realized there is no point in asking.
"Come downstairs please." She asks as she watches me slowly dress. I'm taking my time trying to change from my pajamas to this outfit and I can feel Mikayla's eyes watching my every move.
"I'll be there in a second." I promise her.
"Fine, but hurry up!" She says before leaving again.
Once I finish getting dressed, I make my way downstairs and realize that my family isn't home. "Where's the fam?" I ask Mikayla as I enter the kitchen.
"They went to Maddie's volleyball game." She says.
"Why didn't we?" I ask. I'm not usually one to go to my little sister's game, but I could use this one as an excuse to not move today.
"Because we never do?" She looks at me with confusion as she hands me a plate. "Are you okay?" She eyes me as she asks.
"Never been better." I fake a smile as we walk over to the dining room to sit. She gives me a weird look but shrugs her shoulders. Usually she's good at telling when I'm faking my smiles, but today it slipped right past her.
"Try the sandwich," She suggests as she takes a bite of her own. "It's fucking amazing!"
"Did you make it or buy it?" I ask her as I look down at it. There's nothing really special about it, just a ham and cheese sandwich on sourdough bread.
"I made it, of course!" She responds as she rolls her eyes before I can even finish asking.
"So three, right?" I ask.
"Yes, three." She takes another bite then looks over at me. "Well? Are you going to eat?" She puts down her sandwich as she asks.
"I'm not really hungry." I admit.
"No, don't give me that." She shakes her head. "Please eat."
"I'm not hungry, though." I repeat myself. I can see concern beginning to show on Mikayla's face.
"Just one bite so I know that you're okay?" She asks.
"I'm not hungry. Can't you get that?" I ask her. My attitude was a surprise even to me.
"You on your period or something?" She asks giving me a weird look, like she can't quite figure out what the hell is happening.
"Yeah, I am actually." I tell her. "So?"
"Well you're being a little rude.." She states.
"Because you're being annoying."
"I'm only trying to look after you, I want you to eat." She still hasn't picked up her sandwich, in fact she pushed the plate aside and left it unfinished.
"It's not just about the sandwich, you're being annoying about moving out." I admit.
"Well excuse me for feeling happy that we're moving on with our lives. Shit, I didn't know it was such a crime." She shakes her head in disappointment. I've clearly started something now, I should have kept my mouth shut.
"You can be happy about it but you don't have to continue to rub it in. I get it, we're moving out just stop talking about it like its the biggest thing." I state.
"But it is, Mitchie. This is a big deal, specially to me. Before I moved in here, I lived in a damn hotel.. You know how sad that is? I'm sorry that I'm happy to be sharing a place with you."
"You've been living here with me for like six months, living together is nothing new!" I simply tell her.
"We've been living together but not alone; your parents and your sisters live here too. Aren't you happy about just getting to be with me?" She asks.
"I am, I'm more than happy about that but.." I start to say then grow quiet. Maybe it's best if I don't speak.
"But what?" She asks.
"But I don't think I'm ready to move out." I answer. "Not now at least."
"Well when is it better for you, Mitchie? After we get married or when Maddie goes to college?" She asks with anger in her voice. "Because we can wait a few years if you'd like." I can sense the angry sarcasm in her voice.
I feel myself growing angry as she mocks me. "I've lived with my parents all my life, Mikayla. I'm sorry you don't know what that's like, but having to leave them is hard." I admit. The look in her eyes says I've hurt her with my words and in that moment I realize what I said.
"Way to just throw that one in my face like that.. Really loved it." She rolls her eyes and stands up.
"I didn't mean to be such a bitch, but I-I'm just scared to move out, okay? I've grown up here, I don't know how to leave my family like this."
"So you can't move out with me, your fiancé, but you can go on tour for two months? What even, Mitchie?" She pushes her chair in and turns to walk away.
"There's a difference! When I go on tour, I know it's momentary and that I'll be back. Moving in with you is a big step, Mikayla, it's huge. It's not something temporary, it's a permanent decision. I want to move in with you, I want to live together without the burden of having my family always watching our every move but I'm scared to leave them behind. I depend on them so much, they were there for me when I was at my lowest."
"Gosh, Mitchie, do you realize how low you're making me feel right now? I feel like shit just listening to you say these things. Of course your family has been there for you through a lot, but what about me? I've been there for you this past year. I know everyday is a small battle for you and I fight to help you through it, through everything. I do so much for you, and that's never going to change." She begins to say as her voice gradually grows louder. "You're nineteen years old, you have to realize that one day you're going to have to grow up and face the real world. You're a mature girl, I don't see why you're being a stubborn one now."
"Not all of us were forced to grow up at sixteen, okay? Not all of us can live without the support from the people that gave them life. I know you've always been independent, and that worked for you, but I'm not ready yet. This is all happening too fast." I state.
"There you go again with my family.. Yeah I grew up faster than I should have and if you asked me about my family two years ago I would have spit in your face, but I have the perfect family now. I know what being loved by a family feels like now, but I'm not going to cry because I'm growing up and moving on. This isn't the first time you're questioning this engagement. Did I make a mistake in proposing? Did I judge things wrong?" She's tearing up now, slowly taking a step back as I try to step closer.
"No! Mikayla, I promise that this engagement is not what I'm scared of. I just don't think we should move out just yet." I simply reply.
"When the hell do you want to move out then?" She yells.
"I don't know..." I say slowly. She gives me a confused look then rolls her eyes.
"I'm going to ask you one time, Mitch." She sighs. "Are we moving in together tonight?"
"I-I'm..." I start to say then clear my throat. "I don't think I'm ready."
"Fine. You made your decision." She turns around, making her way to the living room.
"Mikayla, wait.." I call out after her as I follow.
"No, I'm not going to wait.. at least not here. Figure out your shit then call me," She sighs as she reaches the front door and grabs the handle. "You know where to find me."
"Mik, don't do this." I say to her as the door opens up and she steps out.
"You know where to fine me." She repeats before closing the door behind her.
I stand there frozen in my tracks, staring at the closed door that she just walked out off. I should be crying, maybe even chasing after her but instead I'm frozen solid, thinking of what I could be doing. I feel tears starting to build up in my tear ducts but they don't fall, they stay there just taunting me.
"Fuck!" I growl as I kick the front door. Why did I just cause all of this? Why couldn't I just see past my fears and accepted that I have to move on?
I open the front door to run after Mikayla but she's gone. I run over to the driveway and notice her car is missing, like she too off faster than I could even process.
Next Day
The morning after my fight with Mikayla I decide I needed to drive up to the cabin and apologize. It was my fault we were fighting, it was my fault she left in the first place. After she left I texted her a few times, maybe even called a few too. I left messages apologizing for the way I overreacted, I always overreact. It's one of my problems, its hard for me to trust so I push everyone away. The littlest things light my fuse.
I can't shake the memory of Mikayla leaving in tears, and it's all because of me. I feel like shit for the way I reacted. The fact that I made her question if I was happy with our engagement, that killed me. If only she would have realized that it's not being with her that scares me, it's leaving everything behind. I acknowledge that I was bitch yesterday, that's clear. Partially it's because I'm crazy about her, well, crazy in general and the othe part may just well be that I'm bi-polar. What isn't wrong with me?
My car comes to a halt in front of the cabin. So many good memories were had here, just a few moths ago. I can see a light on in the front window, like Mikayla was definitely here. Not only that, but Noah, her car, is parked right in front of me. When she told me I 'knew where to find' her, I automatically knew this is where she'd be. I cut the engine and remove the keys out of the ignition. I practice my little speech a few times as I check myself out in the rear view mirror. Once I'm ready to speak to Mikayla, I step out of my car.
"Just apologize and get your girl back." I say to myself as I step onto the small porch. I hear laughter coming from inside, like she's talking to someone. Maybe she's on the phone with her dad or her brother. Before I can stand and ponder for too long, my hand moves up to the wood frame and knocks twice.
Footsteps follow my knock and seconds later the door flies open. My eyes blink a few times as I allow myself to process what's in front of me. "What are you doing here?" I say coldly to Hannah as she holds the door open for me. She gives me a small smirk and nods her head back, like she's trying to tell me something about Mikayla. What is she trying to suggest? I let my eyes explore and notice she's dressed in one of Mikayla's old shirts and pajama shorts that I had given her as a gift for fun. This was my fiance's clothes on the girl who had done almost everything to get her back from me. Well, I use the term loosely.
Hannah opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by Mikayla who appears behind her. She's dressed in long pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. I don't even want to fathom what was happening or had happened. I came here with a sole purpose to apologize, to acknowledge my mistake, but it seems I just interrupted something.
"Mitch?" Mikayla says as she steps in the spot Hannah once stood in. I feel the tears streaming down my face as betrayal courses my body. I hate this. I hate it all.
"What the heck Mikayla?" I choke. " I came here to apologize but i guess you got your fix." I struggle to pull off my ring. Mikayla watches in confusion and the second it's off I throw the ring at her before turning around and walking back to my car. "We're done." I choke out as I run over to my car.
"Mitchie wait! I swear it's not what you think!" She runs after me. "You can't just walk out on me like that, Mitchie. I'm not your fucking girlfriend, I'm your fiancé!"
"Were. You were my fiancé. At least until you got with her.." I point at Hannah then pull open the door handle of my car. I hear Mikayla trying to speak but I tune her out as I get into my car and take off. I blast the music to forget everything. Forget what I just saw. Forget that for a split second, I was about to apologize.
Dun,dun,dun,dun! Review please, :) You know that will make me update quicker and let you guys see what happens next ;)P.S. Don't hate Mitchie too much for constantly overreacting and feeling like she does, poor baby is troubled 3