YES! Chapter 11 :) I love it when I can actually update. Hope you guys enjoy this, because I can't wait to hear what you guys have to say about this one. Let's just say Mitchie's got a... extreame side. And watch out for the POV changes. Read it, enjoy it, LOVE IT! Thank you ;)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Camp Rock or the characters, because if I would have come to Disney with this idea, they would have thrown me out the door within two seconds. Oh well.
[Shane's POV]
I had no idea what Mitchie had planned, but I just decided to go with it. I wanted to know, man, I wanted to know, but she just wouldn't spill. I guessed she was just getting me back for doing the same thing to her earlier. But of course, I couldn't blame her, she just wanted to know. And unfortunately, now I was faced with the same problem.
It had just turned 7:30 when Mitchie and I hopped back in my car. I closed my door and suddenly it started to rain. Mitchie and I looked at each other, wondering where that had come from.
"Well, that was unexpected," I said and she nodded. I started my car and the engine purred. I put on my seatbelt and stepped on the gas pedal. Then, I realized something. I suddenly turned to Mitchie and asked, "So... where are we going?" as she stared out the window, watching the rain fall. She turned to me and smiled.
That was it. That's all it took to make me melt into a puddle of... well, Shane. That smile was my weakness.
"Just keep going straight, I'll tell you when to stop." I gave her a confused look, but nodded anyway, as I continued to drive straight.
[Mitchie's POV]
Shane continued to drive forward. I looked out the window, trying to remember the landmarks and street names that I saw when Shane was driving to the public pool and restaurant. I noticed my first landmark.
"Left up here," I told him. He slowed down, looked both ways, turned and sped the car up again. I saw the first street name. "and another left here," I pointed, looking at Shane, and he nodded. I turned back to the window and waited for the next one.
"You know," Shane stated. "normally, I would make a big deal if anyone else did it," I turned to him "but you bossing me around, telling me which way to go, is kind of turning me on." My eyes widened as a slight blush came to Shane's face.
I burst out laughing, unable to control myself. The shade of pink on Shane's face deepend to a dark red and his smirk disappeared as he turned back to the road. I was still laughing.
"I'm s...sorry, I... didn't mean...to!" I laughed as I spoke. I finally got control of myself and wiped my eyes, wetting my finger tips with fresh tears of laughter. "Shane, I am so sorry, that was just not you," I put my hand on his arm "you never say things like that." The red from his face slowly faded and he turned back to me.
"You know, you can also be really mean," he said and I actually felt the hurt. I furrowed my brow and put my hand to my chest, rubbing it to see if the pain would go away. Shane rolled his eyes and put his hand on my knee. "Mitch, I was only joking." I let my hand fall and smirked at him, wanting to slap him for making me get all worried like that.
"You know, that was kind of mean," I pouted and a sympathetic look appeared on Shane's face.
"Aw, does someone need a hug?" he said as if he were talking to a little kid. I nodded, still wearing my pout and Shane motioned for me to scoot over. I did and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
I looked back out the window and suddenly shouted, "There! Turn right." and felt Shane yank the steering wheel to the right. I looked up at Shane, biting my lip. "Sorry," Shane looked down and smiled.
"Next time, just try to mention it about three seconds sooner," he squeezed my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder, watching out the window for the next landmark.
I finally found my last landmark and told Shane to turn left again. I smiled as we inched closer to the location, the place I had noticed on the drive into Downtown L.A. Shane had no idea what I had planned and this was somewhat satisfying, mainly because Shane had done the same thing to me on the way to the public pool. I wasn't trying to be mean, but I felt he deserved it.
I pointed to the parking lot, seeing that there was no visible sign indicating what this place was and smiled, knowing Shane wouldn't find out. He parked and shut off the engine.
I bit my lip and looked up at Shane, watching him search the building for something that would tell him what I was up to. He suddenly looked down at me, a smile making it's way on his face.
"Yes, Mitchie, my love?" he spoke with a British accent once again and I giggled.
"Who taught you to drive?" I asked and sat up straighter, still looking at him.
"My Dad." I nodded.I knew there was more to this story so I put my hands in my lap and waited. Shane licked his lips and slightly turned towards me, resting his elbow on the back of the seat. "He first started teaching me when I was fifteen, two months after my birthday. He had said that I should learn as soon as I could, so I did." Shane swept his bangs from his eyes and continued, looking out the window with a smile on his face. "He drove me down to this old back road, hardly anyone ever used it, mainly because it was dirt and it took much longer to drive on than people were actually willing to spend. Anyway, once we'd get to the road, Dad would step out of the car and tell me to move to the drivers side. He hopped in the passenger side and told me everything I needed to do. And I gotta say, being behind the wheel of my Dad's car, well -" he paused, looking at me "- that was the best feeling. I could do anything I wanted... I miss those days." I smiled and put my hand on his, giving him an honest, caring smile.
"It sounds like you and your Dad had some pretty good times together," I said and he nodded. "maybe you two should try to do something sometime, maybe go driving?" I bit my lip, a smile making it's way onto my lips. I looked out the window behind Shane and noticed it had stopped raining.
Shane chuckled and nodded. "That sounds good." I smiled and squeezed his hand.
"Great. Now, why don't we go do "the thing" that I have planned?" Shane nodded with a smile and we got out of his car. We met at the front of his car and laced our fingers. We headed inside the building and I told Shane to close his eyes. He did and I led the way, walking over to the counter. I leaned in and whispered, "We need two karts and unlimited time." the guy behind the counter nodded.
"That'll be $50 dollars." I handed him two twenties and a ten and he gave me two wrist bands. I took them and nodded my thanks, walking over to a pair of double doors and stopping in front of them. I turned Shane towards me.
"Alright, ready?" I asked and he nodded, a smiling coming to his lips. I pushed opened one of the doors and the sounds instantly hit us. "Open." I told him and he did. Shane's eyes widened and he walked over to the gate, gripping it as he leaned closer.
"Whoa, Mitch, this is... awesome!" he turned to me and picked me up spinning me around as I giggled in his arms. He slowly set me down and kissed my lips.
"So... I'm guessing you like this?"
"Yeah! How did you know?" he asked and I raised my brows, thinking to myself. How did I know? Shane hadn't told me about his Dad and his car drives until after we pulled into the parking lot. Maybe I had been given a guys brain for ten seconds? I slightly shook my head and shrugged.
"I actually had no idea. I guess I just got lucky?"
Shane chuckled, "Yeah, you did."
If you still aren't sure what I had planned, I had taken Shane to a Go Kart track. They were loud and fast, something I thought Shane would find fun, but now I know this was a very, very good choice.
"Here," I handed Shane one of the wrist bands. He took it and looked at it.
"What's this?"
"It's a wrist band that shows we have -wait for it- unlimited time!"
"Oh, you mean unlimited number of times I can beat you?" Shane smirked and slid on his wrist band.
I chuckled, putting on my wrist band. "You seriously think you can beat me?" I stepped closer, getting right next to him, and staring him in the eyes.
"Oh, I know I can," I arched my brow and smirked.
"You're on, Gray." I ran my hand over Shane's stomach as I walked past him, hearing him shiver. I bit my lip and got in line, feeling Shane walk up behind me. He slid his hands around my waist and I place my hands on his arms, leaning against his rock hard chest. Eh, maybe I would let him win... not. He was going down, no matter how cute he was.
Shane and I were in our karts, ready as we'd ever be. I strapped on my seabelt and put on my helmet, turning to Shane and seeing him just putting on his helmet.
"Ready to be beaten?" I asked, taking hold of the steering wheel. He buckled his helmet strap and licked his lips, placing his hands on the steering wheel of his kart.
"I dunno, are you?" he asked back. My mouth opened slightly, making a small oval. I glared with a smile, turning my attention to the track ahead.
"Kiss my tail pipe,"
I watched a man run out onto the track, holding a flag. He stood off to the left side and raised the flag. I kept my eyes on him, waiting for him to drop it. Get ready... get set... He dropped it. GO!
I stepped on the peddle and felt my body jerk back into my seat. I got on a straight and looked back, seeing Shane behind me. I was ahead. I turned back to the track and saw my first turn coming up. I took a deep breath and went wide, as in, I took a wide turn. I wasn't sure how it would work, but I found myself getting around it just fine. I guess all those times watching my cousins play racing games when I was absolutely bored-out-of-my-mind paid off.
[Shane's POV]
I couldn't believe it, Mitchie took off with excellent accelaration. I shook my head and stepped on the gas myself, following at about fifteen feet behind her. Mitchie looked back as we came to a straight in the track and smiled. She came along the tracks first turn and I watched as she made a wide turn, the best kind of turn there was. And she took the turn perfectly. My mouth hung open slightly and I took the turn when it came my time, using the same wide turn technic, yet, Mitchie was pulling ahead.
"Is that all you've got, Torres?" I said to myself and sped up, inching closer to her. After twenty seconds I was finally 5 feet behind her. "Hey, Torres!" I shouted and she turned around, staring at me. "Looks like you're the one who's going down!" She glared and turned back to the track. I chuckled and inched even closer.
Finally we made our first lap, Mitchie still in front of me. I had to admit: Mitchie was really good at this. I don't know how, but she was. It was like she had been driving Go Karts for years.
"You keeping up back there, Gray?" I heard Mitchie shout. I laughed and did my best to get closer.
"Actually, I'm doing just fine." I inched up next to her and she gasped. "How are you doing?" I asked with a smile. She glared then smiled.
"I'm perfect. I just hope you like the taste of dirt," She sped up even more and pulled away. I shook my head and sped up myself.
Mitchie and I rounded our second lap, she still in front of me. I was starting to get a little annoyed, but needed to stay calm. I slowly made my way up beside her again and watched as she quickly glanced over then back at the track.
"You know, I don't wanna have to say that I beat a girl, but..." I trailed off and sped up again, finally getting in front of her for the first time. "Whoo!" I shouted and looked back, seeing Mitchie fall behind. Now, I know this seemed pretty mean, but it was just for fun.
After thirty seconds we were finally on the third lap. I was still ahead, but Mitchie was close behind. I stayed calm and continued to stay where I was. I looked behind and saw Mitchie was about five feet away. I smirked and turned back to the track. There was no way she would be able to catch up on the last lap.
I made a turn, looking back to see Mitchie still five feet behind. I made another turn, looking back again to see Mitchie still five feet behind me. I was pretty happy with myself at thie moment. I could see the finish line coming up and relaxed, acting like I wasn't even trying.
"Hello, Mr. Gray," I heard that all too familiar voice and turned to my right, seeing Mitchie pull up beside me. My eyes widened and she gave me a final salute before pulling ahead and crossing the finish line. But because I was in shock of Mitchie winning, I swerved over to the left and slammed into the tire wall. "Oh my gosh! Shane!" I heard Mitchie and looked up, seeing her run over. I unbuckled my seat belt and felt the soreness in my shoulders. "Shane, oh my gosh. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Mitchie unbuckled my helmet and pulled it off.
"I'm... I'm good." I winced and slowly stood up, Mitchie helping me. Now the soreness was in my legs too. I stepped out onto the ground -sweet, sweet ground- and leaned on Mitchie slightly.
"Shane, I'm so sorry, I should have let you win," she said and I shook my head.
"No, you won. Good driving by the way," I smiled down at her and she held me tighter.
"Hey," the flag guy ran over. "do you need to go to the hospitial?" he asked in a panicky voice.
"No, I'm good, I'll be fine." the guy relaxed and nodded at me.
We got off the track and Mitchie sat me down on one of the benches. She sighed and sat down beside me.
"Maybe I shouldn't have gotten unlimited time," she bit her lip. "I'm sorry, Shane,"
"Mitchie, it's ok, really. It was my fault, I wasn't paying attention." she nodded.
"Yeah, you probably weren't," I squeezed her and suddenly regreted it. "Are you sure you don't need to see the doctor?"
"Uh, maybe we should."
Okay, don't get mad at me. It just kind of came to me. Okay, so in the next chapter, Shane and Mitchie are at the hospitial. We'll see what happens. So let me know what you thought of this chapter! Thanks for reading and the next chapter should be up within the next few days. xD