DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.
Mikayla's POV
Where the hell am I? That's my first thought process when I wake up bound to what appears to be a hospital bed. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the light of the room and before I can even blink, I notice a brunnette sitting at the edge of my bed holding a guitar. She's singing something, not anything familiar to me but her voice sounds beautiful. I've heard this voice before, singing to me in my sleep.
As the girl concludes her song my eyes slowly shut again and I feel her looking at me. The next thing I know, a soft hand grabs mine and begins to run its thumb against my skin. The sensation feels amazing and I quickly discover it's from the beautiful girl seated in front of me.
"I know you won't hear this but, I want to move in with you." She admits. Is she talking to me? "I really need you to wake up so I can finally do that."
I fight again to open my eyes and when I do I notice her head is down on her guitar, looking like she's near tears. I wonder, is she the source of the voice I've been repeatedly hearing? The one who talks to me about so much yet I know not who she is?
I cough once to get her attention and she immediately looks up, but not specifically at me. Seconds later her face turns and her eyes grow wide in surprise when she sees i'm wide awake.
"Was that you signing?" I ask. I must admit her voice was beautiful and almost angelic.
"Yeah." She smiles lightly at me and I feel a knot forming in my stomach, a good kind of knot.
"Your voice is beautiful." I admit.
"Thanks, baby." She replies causing me to give her a slightly confused look. She doesn't say anything in return so I let it slip.
"That was a nice song." I tell her although it's a little difficult to speak.
"I'm so sorry, Mikayla." She breaks down into tears, speaking through the sobs. I wish I knew what was causing such a beautiful girl like her so much pain and why she was apologizing to me. I didn't do anything and nor did she. I stare at the poor crying girl and begin to ponder who she might be. When nothing comes to mind, I decide to give it a shot and just ask.
"Um, I don't mean to be rude but who are you?" I ask. This was the wrong thing to ask because she's looking at me like she's fighting back more tears.
"Wh-who am I?" She stutters out.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I should know you, shouldn't I?" She looks unfamiliar but yet something about her says that that's not the case.
"I..." She says before looking down. "Mitchie." She whispers.
"Mitchie." I say so I can hopefully remember. "Beautiful name."
"Mikayla, you don't remember me?" I hear her voice crack as she asks.
"No, I'm sorry." I shake my head. "Who are you? Are we friends? Why am I here?" I begin to ask but then spot another girl seated in one of the chairs. "Who is she?"
"I'm your fiancé, Mik." She says and I look at her like she's crazy. That must be the case, this girl must be crazy. "That's my sister. The reason why you're here is because we were in a car wreck."
"Fiancé?" I question. "I'm sixteen, I don't think I'm marrying anyone anytime soon."
"Mikayla, you're nineteen." She responds.
"No, I'm sixteen." I insist.
"No, baby, you're nineteen. You've been in a coma for the past week." She replies. I'm growing a little irritated by her.
"Will you please stop calling me that? I don't know you." I choke out. Instantly I feel like a douche for being so rude to her, but I don't know who she is.
"Mikayla.. You've lost your memory." She cries.
"What are you talking about?"
"Baby, please."
"Look, can you call me a doctor?" I ask when I realize she's hopeless.
"Okay." She simply states as tears fight to fall from her eyes. She gets up quickly and walks out of the room with the other girl following behind.
As I begin to try and process what exactly just happened, I hear the door open again and the two girls appeared with a doctor. The Mitchie girl is wrapped into the other girl's arms, like she's consoling her.
"Hello, Mikayla." The doctor says with a genuine smile. He makes his way over to me and begins to take note of everything. "How are you feeling?"
"Lost." I admit.
"Any pain?" He asks.
"Just a little headache." I shrug. "What happened to me?"
"Well that's what I'm here to talk to you about," He starts and then clears his throat. "Last week you were involved in a car accident that put you into a week long coma. Your injuries aside from being unconscious were not severe." He says.
"Has my girlfriend been notified?" I ask.
"Yes she has." He tells me before looking over at Mitchie. "How old are you Miss Gomez?"
"I'm sixteen, why?" I ask.
"And the name of your girlfriend?"
"Hannah." I state.
"Well it appears that the coma caused a slight memory loss." He says.
"What do you mean?" I ask a little worried.
"It means that mentally you're living three years in the past." He begins to explain and I feel myself grow nervous. "You are actually nineteen years old and engaged to this fine lady right here." He says pointing to the brunnette from earlier.
"I think you've got me mistaken with someone else, sir." I shake my head. There's no possible way I could be engaged.
"That is the honest truth." He says. "This often happens where a patient will wake up from a coma and he or she may have a short term memory loss." He explains to the two girls.
"It's not long term, right?" Mitchie asks.
"In rare cases, it can be." He tells them. This statement causes both their eyes to fall in disappointment, more so on the Mitchie girl.
"Doctor what can I do to get MY Mikayla back?" Mitchie asks with a pleading look. What the hell is she talking about her Mikayla?
"The only thing I can recommend is that you try and make her remember." He says. "It usually helps to remind her of things from the times together. Slowly and over time she'll be able to regain that memory."
Mitchie looks at me and then back at the doctor." Thank you." She says with a determined look.
"If you need anything I will be in my office." He says before walking out.
"I'll give you some privacy." The other brunnette says before she too steps out and I'm left alone with the girl who's supposed to be my fiancé. As she steps closer to me I realize I do know her.
"Wait, now I know who you are." I admit when she takes a seat in the chair by my bed.
"You do?" She lights up.
"You're that chick that won Camp Rock!" I knew it! I knew she looked familiar.
"I am.." She says then pulls up the seat. "But I'm also your fiancé, Mikayla. You and me, we are engaged."
"We are? So.. I'm not with Hannah?" I say as I realize I'm better off going along with all of this.
"You two haven't been together in years... Although she thinks otherwise."
"What do you mean?"
"It means she likes to flirt with you and has tried kissing you even though she knows we're getting fucking married!" She goes off on a small rant, looking like she and Hannah have never been friends.
"Why did we break up? I really like her." I say forgetting that Mitchie hates her.
"Things just weren't working out between you, I guess." She shrugs and rolls her eyes. "But Mikayla, I really want to help you remember OUR life together. Forget about Hannah."
"Okay, then may I ask why you kept saying something about fighting for me?"
"You heard that?"
"I hear a lot of things from you but I never knew who you were until now I guess. But I heard you sing to me, it was beautiful."
"I don't want to overwhelm you by telling you but, I messed up in our relationship and losing you would have been my fault."
"Your fault? How so?"
"We got into a bad argument before the accident and I did a stupid thing, I walked out on us and I didn't fight hard enough for us. We were broken up for a moth and you came to speak to me and well, we were involved in an accident." She says with tear-filled eyes.
"Oh." I say unsure of how to answer her.
"I love you Mikayla, it might be hard for you to know this but I do. And I know that you still love me too, even if you don't remember." She begins to say. It's so sad to see her crying, but she's doing it again. "I'm going to fight to bring you back. I'll do anything to help you remember."
Just as Mitchie continues her speech, the door flies open to reveal my doctor. "Mikayla, you have visitors."
"Who is it? Is it Hannah?" I ask and Mitchie cringes. It's a little hard to remember that she doesn't like her and it's hard for me to remember that apparently Hannah and I aren't together.
"No, Michael and your fa-" He starts to say but Mitchie stands up and looks at him.
"No." She says quickly, interrupting my doctor.
"Excuse me?" He looks at her in amazement.
"May I speak to you outside?" She asks. He nods and they both step out of the room. I feel anger at her for doing something like that, she holds no right. Who does she think she is?
"Sorry about that." She enters the room again and takes a seat in the chair she had been in prior.
"What the hell was that?" I ask her.
"Uh, it's nothing." She shrugs.
"Well then, where are my visitors?" I say.
"There are no visitors, Mikayla." She responds. I know she's lying, I know she told the doctor something. Who the hell is Michael anyway?
"Who the hell is Michael?" I voice my thoughts. If I didn't ask I knew the question would be eating me up.
"He's nobody." She states, again I can tell she's lying.
"I reserve a right to know!" I nearly scream at her. "I don't care if your my fiancé or whatever, you don't run my life."
"Okay, calm down." She says slowly. "Look, it's just too much to take in one sitting. You're barely coming out of a coma, I don't want to overwhelm you."
"Mitchie, if you're really my fiancé or girlfriend please just tell me what the hell that was all about!" I demand.
"Fine." She says before sighing. "Last year while we were on tour, you reconciled with your dad."
"My dad? What are you talking about? My dad's a dead beat, i'd never reconcile with that ass." I speak through my teeth.
"You found it in your heart to give him a second chance." She says. "He's a great guy, Mikayla."
"He walked out on me, that makes him a spineless asshole." I state.
"He cares about you." She continues.
"I don't give a shit about him. He fucked up my life, okay?" I respond. "I don't want him anywhere near me."
"I knew you wouldn't, that's why I spoke to the doctor." She says.
"And who the hell is Michael?"
"He's your uh, half brother." She says slowly.
"Half brother?" My eyes grow in size as I question her.
"Yeah, he's your father's son." She answers.
"That bastard! He went out and had another family and just left me behind like a piece of dirt. You tell him to get the hell out of this hospital." I plead.
"Mikayla, calm down. You've forgiven him for his mistakes." She tries to insist.
"I would never do that!" I point out. "I could never."
I feel tears beginning to form and instantly I'm crying. I feel a mix of emotions over everything. I can't believe I've lost my memory and I'm forced to live this life. I don't know who I am anymore, and I don't even know who these people are. As I cry, I feel Mitchie stand from her chair and gently bring herself into my arms. She hugs me tightly, trying to console me.
"Mitchie?" I ask as we hug. I guess it's time to let things settle in that i'm not who I think I am.
"Yeah?" She replies.
"I want you to help me remember who I am." I admit.
"Baby, I would love nothing more." She pulls back and smiles. "I need your back in my arms, but I need you to remember that you love me."
"So, uh, how long have we been together?" I ask her as she pulls away and sits back down.
"A year and a month." She replies instantly.
"What happened to me and Hannah?" She looks at me with the same expression of anger that she had the last time I mentioned Hannah's name.
"You guys broke up years ago." She says through her teeth.
"Have I offended you?" I ask.
"No, baby, it's just that.." She pauses to sigh before continuing. "Hannah caused a lot of problems in our relationship."
"Oh." I nod. The anger turned to sadness and I can see her holding back tears.
"Why are you crying?" I ask sympathetically. Such a beautiful girl like her shouldn't be crying.
"What? I-I'm not crying." She wipes away her little tear and smiles at me. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she just gave me a fake smile.
"Yeah you are." I insist. "What did I say?"
"It's not what you said, it's just that I hate Hannah." She rolls her eyes.
"But she's my girlfriend." I remind her.
"No, she's your ex and she's been that way for years now." She shakes her head. I can't tell what expression she holds now but it seems to be a mix of sadness and anger.
"I'm sorry I'm trying to go along with all of this.. It's much to take in." I admit.
"I get it, Mik."
"I want to remember, I promise." I admit hoping she'll feel better. I can't take seeing this beautiful girl being so sad. "You seem like a sweet girl and you're beautiful, how did I get someone like you?"
"Because you made me fall in love with you." She laughs. "You know what's funny is, you were such a bitch before we dated and now you lose your memory but you're still the same kind Mikayla from before the car accident."
"Except with a bad memory?" I say.
"Yeah, except you can't remember that I'm madly in love with you or that you feel the same way too." She shakes her head and pouts.
"Will you tell me about how we got together?" I ask hoping to ease things, maybe even help me remember this girl.
"I'd love to." She clears her throat and starts. "Do you remember having a singing career?" She asks.
"Yeah, I just released my first album!" I confess.
"Well, since then you've become quite a household name and last summer we went on tour together." She starts. "It was me, you and Connect three."
"Ew, I toured with those dweebs?" My eyes grow wide at the thought.
"Yes." She chuckles. "We were forced to share a bus together and you didn't like it, I'll be honest and say at first I didn't either. You had this reputation about you and everyone thought of you as a bitch."
"Well I can be." I smirk.
"And you were, but to me you started being nicer and revealing more about yourself than ever before. One thing led to another and we confessed we had feelings for each other. You asked me out that same day."
"Was it cute, at least?"
"I thought it was cute and our first date was a lot of fun." She lights up. The way she talks about us is like she's never been happier before, I must be a good girlfriend to her.
"You said we're engaged.." I ask hoping to continue our conversation. I like talking to her and I'm finding her smile to be hypnotizing.
"Yeah, we're engaged." She brings her hand out in front of her to reveal a beautiful ring on her ring finger. It looks expensive if you ask me.
"Wow..." I let out as I take her hand to examine the ring in detail.
"You did a good job." She smiles.
"Looks like it." I can't help but just stare at the ring, how could I possibly afford something like this?
"You're probably thinking how you managed to pay for something like this but like I said, you're a household name now." She states. "We both have a lot of money."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but you tend to like spending it on me." She giggles, it such an addiction to listen to her do that.
"You're a beautiful girl, no wonder I do that." I point out.
"Would you like to know about how you proposed?" She looks down at the ring and smiles.
"Yes please." I nod.
Mitchie begins to tell me about our proposal and as she speaks, I can't help but stare at her and admire all her features. She's beautiful to say the least.
"And then we kissed and everyone was happy." She finishes.
"We kissed?" I ask.
"Well, we do that a lot." She chuckles. "Specially since we're kind of addicted to each other."
"Addicted?" I raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"We like to be together." She admits.
"Can I ask you something?" I ask when curiosity hits me.
"You already did."She jokes. That's my line!
"Hey, that's what I say." I tell her.
"I know, baby."
"Well, can I?"
"Yeah, you can."
I fidget with the edge of my covers, trying to hide the red of my face. What I'm about to ask is quite embarrassing but I can't deny I'm quite curious. "Are we.." I start but pause to take a deep breath. "Intimate?"
Mitchie giggles and the nods. "We are." She simply replies. "We definitely are."
"What's so funny? And what do you mean by 'definitely'?" I question.
"You grow red and embarrassed just to ask if we've had sex. You're usually very open about all of that." She shrugs. "I didn't mean anything by it, just that I can't deny that we're intimate."
"Wait, so I lost my virginity?" My eyes grow wide in surprise, who would have thought I'd lose that.
"To me." She smiles proudly.
"Was it good? Was I good?" I question.
"It was for me and I would hope it was good for you." She brings her hand out for me to hold and I hesitate a little before placing mine on top of hers. Her skin feels cool and I can't lie when I say I like having my hand on hers.
"When did i lose it?" I'm still curious.
"Almost a year ago."
"So we've been serious for a while?"
"Hence why we're engaged." She says as she shows me her ring finger again.
"Do you love me?" I question. She looks at me with a 'duh' expression and laughs.
"We wouldn't be engaged if I didn't." She answers. "Nor would we be intimate, as you say."
"Hey! Don't laugh at me.. It's an awkward question." I point out.
"It's not awkward when i'm your fiancé and I've seen every inch of you." She tells me.
I seem to grow red again because I can feel my cheeks growing hot instantly. "Every inch of me?" I question.
"Meaning I've seen you naked.. You know that's required when you're being intimate." She laughs.
I seriously can't take that laugh anymore, it's driving me crazy with how cute it is. "Do I love you?"
"You do." She smiles widely.
"I still can't remember anything." I frown as I realize that all of this has done no help.
"I'm not going anywhere, Mikayla." She grabs my hand in hers and smiles up at me. "I'm going to be here until you remember everything, and if by some bad fate you don't, i'm going to fight for you to be mine forever. I love you."
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