Sorry, I planned on finishing it yesterday, but couldn't because it was getting late and my time on the computer was up. Anyway, I guess it's finished now and you all can read it! YAY! Hope you enjoy it!
Sierra and I were in our last period, French class. We were sitting right beside each other, whispering a conversation that we hoped our teacher, Miss. Fenne, wouldn't be able to hear. I watched Miss. Fenne walk to the front of the room and sit down on the front of her desk. I sat back up right in my chair and tried to act like I wasn't talking to Sierra.
"Alright class, can anyone tell me how you say, "Welcome to my home, please come in"?" Miss. Fenne asked the class and, like always, Sierra raised her hand, waiting for the teacher to call on her to speak. "Sierra," Miss. Fenne pointed at her. Sierra cleared her throat and spoke.
"Bienvenue chez moi, venez." I smiled and rolled my eyes. Sierra, my french speaking american friend from California.
"Perfect Sierra," Miss. Fenne smiled and stood up from her desk and walked around to the chalkboard, writing something down, obviously in French.
I leaned over to Sierra and whispered, "Show off." she smirked and crossed her arms over her chest. I rolled my eyes and spaced out for the rest of the period, thinking about what would happen after school was over: my night with Shane.
The last bell rang and I headed to my locker before anyone could talk to me. I reached my locker and unlocked my lock, twisting it left and right and then left again. I opened it and took my backpack off my shoulder, unzipping it and pulling out the books I wouldn't need, shoving them into my locker and grabbing the books I would need from my locker, stuffing them into my backpack.
"Hey Mitch?" I looked up and saw Sierra walking over. Was she not done talking to me or did she just forget my night was already full?
"Yes Sierra?" I replied, zipping my backpack closed and hanging it back on my shoulder.
"Like, am I the only one at school who knows about... you and Shane?" she whispered the last part and I nodded.
"And you're the only person at school I am telling. So please, keep your mouth shut, Sierra." I said and she nodded.
"Don't worry Mitch, I promise I'll keep it a secret." she smiled and I laughed as we both headed outside to the buses, climbing on one and taking our seats.
We chatted about my summer at Camp Rock and how much fun I'd had with Shane and the rest of my fellow camp rockers, and we also talked about Sierra's summer vacation with her family down in Texas and how almost no one actually wore cowboy attire. I guessed that was just another one of those stereotypes.
And another topic that had somehow found it's way onto our lips was the topic of College. Sierra told me she had applied to three Colleges in California; California State University, Cambridge and Everest. She had also applied for one in Florida; South University. I couldn't believe she had it all planned out, I hadn't even hardly tried.
I was almost eighteen and still did not know where I was going for College. Maybe something in music or photography, but I still wasn't completely sure. My plans for the future were starting to look quite blurry and not getting any clearer by the looks of it.
"So got any plans for the weekend?" I asked her and my phone started playing, "Wait for Me" by Shane Harper, notifying me of a new text message.
"I've got a study date with Ian Williams," my eyes widened.
"Ian Williams from Seience class?" Sierra nodded. "Ooooh, Sierra, you've got a date!" I squealed, a big smile plastered on my face.
"It's not a date, Mitch, it's a study date." I nodded and rolled my eyes, pulling my phone out of my pocket and flipping it open. Shane. I smiled and opened the text. It read:
"Hey Mitch, I hope you're in the mood for something wet. haha! Love u - Shane"
"Who texted you?" Sierra suddenly asked, looking over at me.
"Uh, Shane did. He was just texting me about later. He said he hopes I'm "in the mood for something wet", whatever that's supposed to mean." Sierra shrugged and looked away, playing with a string from her hoodie. I looked back at my phone and wondered what Shane could possibly be planning. Something wet. I thought. What are you planning Shane Gray?
"See ya later!" I told Sierra and we went our separate ways down the sidewalk, heading to our homes for the rest of the night, well, less than half of my night anyway.
During the five minute walk to my house, I thought about life, my future and what it would be like. With Shane, of course, I knew I'd be with Shane for a long time, I just did not know how long that would be. Would Shane and I last ten years? Five years? One year? It was impossible for me to know exactly what would happen to Shane and I in the future, but I was sure of one thing - we were strong enough for now.
Another thing that happened to cross my mind was my future alone: what was I going to do with my life? Would I go to college? Would I even get in? Or would I follow my dream of singing and just hold off college until I could afford it, if I could afford it, with a record deal? The thought of touring with ConnectThree came to mind and I smiled, feeling my heart flutter as I pictured myself up onstage with Nate, Jason... and Shane. I would be able to see Shane as often as I want. But it was just a dream for now. For now anyway.
I reached my yard and followed the path of the sidewalk, turning when I was supposed to and stepping up onto the porch when it came. I pulled my key out of my back left pocket and put it in the key hole, turning it and opening the door. I stepped inside my house and set my key on the table by the door.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I shouted and walked over to the stairs, letting my backpack fall to the floor. I headed into the kitchen and over to the fridge, opening the door and looking inside. I put my finger to my chin and thought as I looked at all the food in the fridge. I let my finger fall and grabbed a plastic container of blueberries, closing the fridge door and taking the lid off of the container. I took a blueberry and popped it in my mouth. I walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs to my room, closing my door and walking over to my nightstand, setting the container of blueberries on it. I sat down on the edge of my bed and lifted my pillow, pulling out an old tattered notebook that said, "Mitchies Songs" on the front. I smiled at it and opened it to a clean page.
This was my song book. Yes, the notebook that held all the songs I had ever written, well, worth writing down anyway. It was my safety net, my keepsake, my shell. Before Camp Rock, I never would have shown my songs to anyone or sang them out loud for that matter. But Shane and Camp Rock changed my life. Camp made me realize that I had talent and that it needed to be heard by someone, other than my parents. And Shane, he helped me realize I was important and gave me love like no one before.
I grabbed a pencil from my nightstand and started writing down the lyrics in my head. "How to choose, who to be? Well, let's see, there are so many choices now..." I sighed and thought for a second before adding more lyrics. "Play guitar, be a movie star. In my head a voice says, "why not try everything? Why stop? Reach for any dream" I can rock, 'cause it's my life and now's the time..."
I closed my song book and set in on my bed, reaching over to my nightstand and popping another blueberry in my mouth. I stood up and walked over to my closet, wondering what to wear for my night with Shane. His text had said something about wet stuff. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a couple cami's -a hot pink one and a white one- and slung them over my shoulder.
Knock, knock. I turned from my clothes and saw my door open. It was my Mom.
"Hey Sweetie," she smiled and opened the door farther, stepping in.
"Hey Mom," I smiled back and turned back to my clothes, searching through them.
"Whatcha doing?" Mom asked and I walked over to my dresser, opening the second drawer and digging through my jeans.
"I'm getting ready -I'm going out with Shane later." Mom nodded and walked over to my vanity, looking at my things: makeup, hair tools, hair ties. Mom picked up a tube of lip gloss and twisted it in her hands.
"I remember when you first asked me if you could wear makeup," she chuckled, I smiled.
"Yeah, and when I tried to put on the mascara, I poked my eye," I remembered it and squinted the eye I had poked with the mascara wand.
"And now you're a makeup expert." Mom's voice broke at her last words and she set down the lip gloss.
"Mom, please don't cry," I asked her. "I'm not going anywhere, I'm turning eighteen in two months, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna leave right away." she sniffled and wiped her eyes. I walked over and hugged her. She hugged me back and let out a sob.
"You're growing up -" she sniffled a couple times "- too fast." I rubbed her back and felt myself starting to well up.
"Mom, please, you're making me cry too," I blinked a few times and felt the tears stream down my cheeks. I wasn't planning on looking like I cried when Shane showed up, but apparently that was going to happen whether I liked it or not.
BTW, Happy Late Easter! xo.