DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.
One Month Later
Mikayla's POV
It's been a month and three days since I last spoke to Mitchie. A month and three days since she walked out on me and us and left me completely broken hearted. I wish I was making this up, I wish this wasn't reality, but sadly it is. I've spent every single day since she left me, here in in this damn cabin. This is supposed to be our home, she's supposed to be here with me right now. My days since she left have been cold and we're in the middle of a hot August.
It's been a little over a month and I still haven't mustered the courage to call her or even text her. It's not that I don't want to see her, it's that she wouldn't care to talk to me. Mitchie and I may have had plenty of fights before, what couple doesn't? But it's never been like this, never been like what's happening right now. It usually takes a few days at most for us to patch up our little mistakes, so why couldn't this be one of those fights?
The past month I've spent laying in bed; imagining myself with Mitchie and pretending that soon she'll walk through that bedroom door and join me. She'd lay with me and I'd hold her close, I'd even run my fingers through her hair and promise her we'd never fight again. Not like this at least. In my time here, I've dreamt of Mitchie every night; I miss her scent, her touch, looking into her eyes, the way she'd lightly blush each time I'd tell her how beautiful she is, but most of all I just miss being able to call her mine. For the past year, Mitchie has been mine and I never planned on stopping that. I can't bear to lose her like i'm losing her now, she's my rock.
I feel my cell phone vibrate next to me and I debate on whether or not I even want to check. The thought of Mitchie calling crosses my mind and that's when i'm forced to reach over and grab the little device. I'm quickly disappointed when I notice it's just another text from my manager.
The media got word of our separation almost immediately. Mitchie never came to me to talk about things, to confirm that this was actually over but the media was quick to assume the engagement is off. For me, it's not off... this is just a small road block on our path to be happily married. I'm sure of it. I throw my cell phone back into the covers and lean over to grab the small diamond ring that's been sitting on Mitchie's bedside table. I placed it there the day she walked out, I left it for her to come back to but she never did.
"I miss you." I whisper out as I hold the engagement ring in my hand, the one Mitchie was quick to throw at me when she saw Hannah was here. I can still see the look on her face as I appeared from behind Hannah; she looked crushed. I should have said something then, I should have instantly told her why Hannah was there but she gave me no time. Mitchie gave me no time to process anything, she threw the ring and was quickly out the door.
What hurts the most is that it's all a big misunderstanding. Hannah and I did absolutely nothing, why would I hurt my girl like that? Mitchie overreacted, much like she always does in these situations. This isn't the first time that she ran away, that she pushed me away and left me feeling like I'm the one to blame. I just wish I could talk to her, tell her how stupid I was for leaving her house in the first place. I shouldn't have left that day, I should have stayed and talked it through. Looking back now, I guess I understand where she was coming from, I get that it's not me that's the problem, it's having to leave everything behind. I want her back and I want to promise her we'll move in when she's ready, no matter how long it takes.
Ding. I hear the faint sound of the door bell ring and I immediately stand up from the bed. I run over to Mitchie's side of the bed and place the ring right where I had left it. My heartbeat speeds up at the thought of her, that has to be her at the door. I quickly run downstairs and toward the door, taking a deep breath before slightly opening it.
"Mikayla, what's wrong with you?" I hear my dad's voice echo in my head. I can't even reply to him because I'm disappointed. The sight of him and my brother standing at my door step has me in disbelief, I thought it was going to be Mitchie.
"Hello, earth to you." Mike moves his hand in front of my face and I swat it away.
My dad and my brother both step into the house and I shut the door behind them. I know why they're here and I'm not about to talk to anyone so I quickly turn around to go back to my room.
"Where are you going?" My dad asks as he grabs me by the arm. I jerk my hand away as hard as possible but his grip grows tight.
"Let me go, dad." I plead as I jerk again. On my third try I quickly give up and he finally let's go.
"I want answers, Mikayla." My dad says firmly as he looks me in the eye. Just one look into his dark brown eyes and I can see everything that's running through his head. He's not only worried but he's sad, maybe even a little disappointed.
"Can I change?" I ask as I let out a long sigh. I don't really want to do this but I know neither him or my brother are going to give up.
"Can I trust that you will actually come back downstairs and talk?" He asks as he crosses his arms in front of him.
"Yeah, dad." I tell him. He gives me a slight nod and I take it as permission to leave the room.
I take my time making my way up the stairs. Just minutes ago I was hopeful that Mitchie was finally coming back to make things right, but much to my disappointment I turned out to be completely off. As I enter my room I discard my clothes and throw them aside. I was originally wearing a long oversized shirt with a pair of boxers, the ones Mitchie always loved to see on me. I grab a pair of running shorts and a tank top from my pile of clothes that I have. Not only do I not have any of my stuff, but I had to survive off the clothes that I left in a suitcase that I conveniently left in my car. Ever since the day I left Mitchie's house, I have not gone to LA at all.
"Come on, Mik." I hear Mike shout from downstairs.
"Coming." I reply as I finish getting dressed. I move on to the bathroom so I can quickly fix my hair and brush my teeth.
Five minutes later and I'm finally downstairs. I approach the living room and see both my father and brother seated on the couch. Their heads pop up in unison as they watch me make my way to an empty sofa chair next to them.
"You clean up nice." My dad jokes as I take a seat.
"I didn't have anyone to clean up nice for." I tell him.
"Well thank you for letting us talk to you." Mike speaks.
"I don't want to talk." I admit.
"But you have to." My dad fixes himself so he's looking directly a me. "I hate being so far away from you because I always have to find things out from the media. What did you do, Mikayla? I thought we had a deal." He asks. I grow a little furious at him for asking what I did, as if it's all my fault.
"I didn't do anything!" I defend.
"Then why am I sitting here and not Mitchie?" He asks.
"Because we broke up." I state with tears creeping from my eyes.
"All I want to know is why? How can you two go from what I saw a few months ago to this.." He says as he points around the room, emphasizing that she's not with me.
"She thinks I cheated so she ended the engagement." I simply state.
"Mikayla, as your father and as someone who has been through this before I ask that you be completely honest with me, did you cheat?" He asks.
"Of course not, dad! I love Mitchie too much to even consider getting with someone else. She made an assumption out of nothing and she just left me." I cry out. "She left ME, dad."
I throw my hands up to my face to cover myself as I cry. I feel my dad rest a hand on my leg, soothing it in an attempt to show me he's here. "Will you please tell me what happened?" he asks.
I pull my face out of my hands and wipe away my tears. I debate not telling him but I'm not going to get anywhere if I don't, plus I know he really cares about me. I take a deep breath before telling him every single detail of the story; from the fight at Mitchie's to her driving off from here the next day.
"Who is this Hannah character?" My brother asks when I finish the story. He looks at me like he's completely lost.
"She's my ex girlfriend." I answer. "My ex who still has feelings for me."
"How does Mitchie feel about her? I mean, how did she feel about her before she saw the two of you here?" My dad asks.
"She hates her guts because she's always..." I hit my head a few times as realization hits me. I brought this all upon myself, I should have never called Hannah.
"She's always what?" Mike interrupts my little fit.
"Trying to break us apart." I whisper.
"What the hell made you run to her then?" My dad shakes his head in disbelief.
"I have no other friends dad, she's the closest thing to a best friend that I have. Well, aside from Mitchie but I couldn't run to her when she's the problem." I admit.
"Why we're you hitting yourself?" Mike asks.
"Because I realized how stupid I am. Running to Hannah was the worst thing I could have ever done, specially since I know how Mitch feels about her." I start. "But I needed someone to talk to, someone who could advice me."
"You should have called me." My dad states. "I told you i'm always here for you."
"I know." I respond.
"Mikayla, are you giving up on her?" Mike asks slowly.
"I can never give up on her."
"Well that's what it looks like.. How long have you been here?" I can hear the seriousness in my brother's tone.
"A month." I admit.
"Have you gone out? Have you called her? Have you tried to fix things?" He asks.
"No to all of those questions." I respond. I feel even worse now.
"How do you expect to win her back if you don't try then?" My dad interrupts. "Look, don't make the same mistake I did. You'll never forgive yourself."
"She walked out on me, dad!" I exclaim. "She left me! She should call me and apologize."
"She's not going to call and apologize because to her, you cheated." Mike says.
"Unless you take initiative to tell her what really happened, she's not going to bother calling you back." My dad says. "Do you love her?"
"Of course I love her! She's my world."
"Then you get your ass up and you go fight for her! Do what I never had the courage to do, fight for the girl you love. Mikayla, I didn't fight hard enough for you and it cost me sixteen years of your life. You'll regret it if you don't try."
"But dad.." I cry out before he holds his hand up like he's not done talking.
"No buts, Mikayla. You can't just sit here and mope and hope that she'll feel the need to call you. Maybe she's waiting on your call, she's waiting on you to make things right. Who knows, but you won't until you get off your damn ass and apologize. I don't care if you weren't wrong, you go and you apologize."
"And what if she doesn't accept my apology?" I cry.
"You're a fighter, right?" My dad asks.
"I don't know.. yeah, i guess."
"Then you'll fight for her, she'll give in." He responds.
"I've seen the way she looks at you, Mikayla. She's not letting you go that easily." Mike adds.
"But what if I win her back but she doesn't want to marry me?" Just the thought of losing her scares me, but not being able to make her mine forever scares me even more.
"Take things one step at a time, okay?" My dad asks.
"Okay." I let out.
"Your brother and I are staying here until you get things settled with her." He begins to explain. "We have suitcases in the car we rented and I'm not going back to Dallas until that girl is back in your arms. You hear me?"
"Yes, dad." I nod. "But one question, why are you doing this?"
"Because you're my little girl, Mikayla, and i'd hate to see you lose something that's so special to you. I really don't want you to have to go through the things I went through. I don't want you to face those sleepless nights, and I don't want the thoughts of 'what could have happened' to haunt you everyday." I see the kindness in my father's eyes. I stand up from my chair and throw myself into his arms.
"I love you dad." I say as we hug. "I love you so much."
"Me too, sweetie." He rubs my back before we pull apart.
"And I love you, Mike." I tell him as I pull him up from the couch and bring him into an embrace.
"I love you too sis." He gushes. When we finish our embrace, I pull back and instantly an idea hits me.
"Wow, i've never seen that face before." My dad chuckles.
"I got an idea." I tell him.
"Are you going to share it with us or what?" Mike asks.
"I have to call Dallas." I say to them before I run upstairs to the room and grab my cell phone. I return downstairs soon enough and take a seat in my sofa chair. Both my brother and dad watch diligently as I type in Dallas' number.
"What do you want?" I hear Dallas say over the line. What a welcome.
"I'm calling because I need your help." I reply.
"I'm done helping you, Mikayla. Get lost." She replies before hanging up the call.
I bring the phone down from my ear and stare at the blank screen. I can't believe she did that, I can't believe she just hung up on me. I look up to see my dad staring at me, still confused.
"Well?" He asks even though he knows exactly what happened.
"She hung up on me." I say with hurt in my voice.
"So that's it?" Mike asks. "You're giving up because she hung up on you?"
"No. I'm fighting for my girl." I simply state as I redial her number.
This is just a filler for what's to come next chapter. There's a pretty big confrontation coming up.. are you guys ready? Do you think that Mitchie and Mikayla can patch things up? Review please and let me know. I'll post the next chapter if this gets 10 reviews, deal? :)