Okay, do I have some drama for you. I know some of you are going to be like, "WTF?", but hey, I write dramas. Anyway, here's chapter 29 -WHOO! I'm not sure how many more chapters there will be, but I'm guessing maybe two or three. So, enjoy this chapter and I'm working on the next one.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Camp Rock or any of the following characters in this story (except for Marissa). I wish I did, but I don't. :(
[Mitchie's POV]
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed into my phone. "Oh my gosh! Oh my GOSH!" Shane chuckled. If you're wondering why I was screaming and, if I remember correctly, dancing, it was because Shane had called and told me that I was coming on tour with him. Now, how could that not make you want to scream and dance.
"Happy much?" Shane asked, teasing in his voice. I sighed and fell back on my bed.
"You have no idea." he chuckled again. "This is like, better than my birthday party was, no offense."
"That hurt... but none taken."
"Sorry." I apologized.
"So, John said you're gonna need to have at least six more whole songs, music included." I bit my lip.
"Six? Wow, uh... I could probably get six, I mean, I've got some other songs too that I'd finished." I ran my teeth across my bottom lip and sat up. I sighed.
"Babe, don't worry, I know you can do it." I smiled. An encouraging word from the most encouraging boyfriend.
"Thanks,"
"Hey, want me to come over to help? We can work on some songs together."
"Thanks Shane, but I really think I need to work on these by myself." I could practically feel him frowning. "But what about we go see a movie tonight, just the two of us?" I bit my lip, but I knew he'd say yes.
"Of course," the smile was back. "What movie should we see?"
"Any romantic comedy." I said and Shane chuckled.
"Cool. I'll call you later and let you know, mmk?"
"Ok. Love you,"
"Love you too." he said and I hung up. I fell back on my bed and sighed. I just could not believe what was happening. I was going on tour with ConnectThree... as an opening act! This was beyond incredible. This was better than anything I had ever experienced before... well, other than my summer at Camp Rock, but you get the picture.
My main point, this was going to be my biggest, best and most definitely awesome, summer ever!
After hanging up with Shane I went to work on a new song. I knew I had a few songs, them being "Until You're Mine", "Who Will I Be", "Work of Art" and "The Middle". That meant I had to write two more, maybe four more if not all of them got picked.
It was 11:00 AM by the time I finished writing out the first verse and chorus of my new song. I wrote down the last couple words for the chorus and started strumming my guitar, singing the lyrics.
"Sometimes you think you'll be fine by yourself,
Cause a dream is a wish that you make all alone.
It's easy to feel like you don't need help,
But it's harder to walk on your own.
You'll change inside,
When you realize...
The world comes to life
And everything's bright,
From beginning to end,
When you have a friend
By your side.
That helps you to find,
The beauty you are,
When you open your heart
And believe in
The gift of a friend
The gift of a friend."
It sounded awesome so far, but I still needed to finish it and then get a track made. It seemed like a lot of work, but Shane believed in me. And that made me believe in me.
I called Randy and Otto around 11:30 AM, just to let them know that Shane's manager wanted me on the ConnectThree tour. Randy and Otto thought that was the best news they'd heard since I told them I'd work for them. I had to agree. ConnectThree was a multi-million dllar band, they wooed all the girls, had hundreds of jealous guy fans and even had quite a few adult fans at their shows. I couldn't imagine what their meet and greet's were like.
Randy and Otto also told me -after I told them how I'd need to get cracking on some new songs- that I could use the studio to work on most of my new songs. They said it would be a lot easier to lay down the tracks in a professional studio, rather than the crappy programs on my laptop.
After hanging up with my bosses I changed out of my clothes from this morning. I'd realized about ten minutes after finishing the first half of my song that I'd forgotten all about changing my clothes after getting home from work. I knew why. It was because Shane had called and distracted me and I went over to his house, then I left, cried in my room for a while, then Shane called me again and told me I was going on tour with him, then I wrote the first part of the song and then I called Randy and Otto to tell them the news. I hadn't realized how many distractions one person could have.
I changed into light-wash denim shorts, an army green v-neck tee and white all-star chucks. I walked over to my vanity, pulling the bobby-pins and hair ties from my hair and letting it fall over my shoulders. I tousled it a few times and walked out of my room, heading downstairs, to the living room. I sat down on the couch facing the TV and turned it on, flipping to E! News.
"...Looks like love isn't the only thing sparking for Shane Gray and current girlfriend, Mitchie Torres," Giuliana Rancic spoke. Current girlfriend? What the heck was that supposed to mean? "Apparently, Ms. Torres has been signed with one of L.A.'s top record companies, Intentionally Records. Is a first album in the works?" Possibly, but you wont be the first to find out. "Ms. Torres is being very secretive, but the paparazzi are always on the look-out." I chuckled, rolling my eyes. Yeah, like they'd ever find out my secrets.
"Speaking of paparazzi looking out for things," the camera went to Ryan Seacrest as he spoke. "Mitchie Torres was spotted with an engagement ring on her hand. Sorry ladies, but it appears that Shane Gray is officially off the market." Yeah, sorry ladies, but he's all mine. I smirked and sat cross legged on the couch.
I was actually having fun with this. Shane and I were known as the new couple of Hollywood, recently engaged, and now everyone knew he was all mine. I knew his fans would probably hate me for it, but hey, we're inlove and you can't stop love.
"Well, ladies," Giuliana spoke again. "just becase Shane's no longer single, doesn't mean the sea is empty." I laughed. It was for both Shane and I. "Tune back in tomorrow to see who else is sporting the band and who's expecting. I'm Giuliana with E! News." I turned off the TV, smiling. This was awesome. No, this was better than awesome, this was... incredible!
Caitlyn and Marissa thought so too. They both called one minute after the show was over. I had them on speaker.
"This is awesome!" Caitlyn said.
"I know! Mitchie, you and Shane are so cute together." Marissa said.
"Definitely." Caitlyn agreed.
"You guys don't think it's weird that I'm so happy about this? I mean, Shane and I are engaged. You don't think it's wrong for me to want everyone of his fans to hate me because they can't have him?" Now that I'd said it, it did sound wrong. Was I being mean? I didn't want to be mean. But I also didn't want every one of his fans waiting for us to breakup and never date again, leaving him wide-open for dating.
"Mitch, let me put it this way," Caitlyn started. "You love Shane, right?"
"Of course. Do you even have to ask?"
"Right, I probably shouldn't have." I rolled my eyes. "But you love him and he loves you, so if he's taken by you, basically, all of his fans will stop swarming him as much." This is where my smile faded. Did Caitlyn say he'd stop being swarmed by fans all the time?
"Wait, I don't want Shane to lose all his fans. I mean, one of the main reasons they love him is because he's hot."
"Yeah, but his fans also love him because he's an amazing singer. Who just likes a guy because he's... you're right, but still." Marissa said, I rolled my eyes.
"Look, could we please find a different topic to discuss? I don't want you guys ruining my mood for the rest of the day." I layed out on the couch, stretching. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else.
"Fine." Marissa sighed.
"Oh, Mitch, guess what?" Caitlyn said, all excited.
"What?" I asked, tapping my feet against the couch arm.
"I bought that ConnectThree shirt the other day." I opened my eyes.
"You did not," I said, a smile coming to my face.
"I did so."
"What are you two talking about?" Marissa asked, confussion in her voice.
"About a month ago, Mitchie and I were out shopping and we ran across this pun-tastic ConnectThree shirt."
"Pun-tastic?" I said.
"Anyway, I tried to convice Mitchie to get it, but she refused. So a couple of days ago, I saw it and decided I'd buy it, since I'd wanted it since I saw it. Luckily it was my size."
"Cait, the biggest size they had was a girls' 14/16 and I know that's not your size." I told her.
"Caitlyn, I have to agree with Mitchie. I'm pretty sure you're not that small." Marissa jumped in.
"Alright, so it's a little tight, big deal. I'm still gonna wear it on my wedding day." I giggled and closed my eyes again. I could actually see that -Caitlyn on her wedding day, up there on the stage, saying her vows, wearing the ConnectThree shirt over her wedding dress. So totally Caitlyn.
Ten minutes later, we said goodbye to each other and hung up. I put the phone back on the receiver and headed back up to my room. I figured I'd taken enough of a break from writing my new song. But mostly, I was just kind of stalling.
"Someone who knows when you're lost and you're scared,
There through the highs and the lows.
Someone to count on, someone who cares,
Beside you wherever you go.
You'll change inside,
When you realize..."
That is what I had come up with after my somewhat needed break. It only took me an hour, which meant it was 1:20 PM when I finished the second verse. I had to admit; that new song was just pouring out of me. I had to wonder if I would actually be able to pull off two songs in one afternoon.
Turns out, I couldn't. I had only just finished the first song before Shane called around 2:00 and said there was a good romantic comedy starting at 4:00. He wouldn't tell me what it was, even though I had asked at least five times. I figured it wasn't worth my breath arguing with him about what movie we were seeing. He said he would pick me up around 3:45. Hey, we were just like anyother couple out there, but we knew when to draw the line, no matter the situation.
My song was entitled, "Gift of a Friend". It was based around my friendships with Shane, Jason, Nate, Caitlyn, Marissa and Sierra. How they're all so loyal to me, so caring and always by my side. They believe in me when no one else can. They see through me and saw the beauty within. If I could call any group of people close friends, it would be them, no doubt.
I closed my song book, after giving the song it's official title, and walked out of my room, heading downstairs and out the door. I grabbed my phone on the way out, shoving it into my front pocket. I decided a walk in my quite, peaceful community was needed.
I passed by houses, houses of neighbors, neighbors' neighbors and strangers who had recently moved here. Most people were outside their homes, sitting on lawn chairs, porch swings and hammocks. Hardly anyone was inside. This wasn't strange to me, because in my community, most people enjoyed the outside, how the sun darkened their tans or gave them red skin just for a while. I smiled as I passed an older couple, probably in their sixties. They waved, smiling at me like they do to all the neighborhood kids. Well, to them, that's what I was, anyway.
After I passed another couple of houses, I started passing the newer houses, also known as the newbies. Theses houses consisted of the new residents and those with more money, at least more than what my parents had. They had fancy cars, fancy lawns -even fancy dogs! They made my house look like a dump.
I passed a house that I'd much rather have skipped and I wish I had. There were five senior guys outside on the cement slab infront of the house, playing basketball with...ehem... no shirts on. Now, I had to admit, they did look pretty hot with their tan skin and buldging muscles, but I was already taken so no thank you.
Okay, so since I was walking by and because I am a girl, they noticed me. Do you see my predicament here? So they all decided to smile, wave and call on me.
"Hey Babe, where ya going?" the tallest one said as he walked over, the basketball under his arm and his pack following at arms length. Definitely the rich guys. And where did he get off calling me babe? I had the need to roll my eyes, so I looked away for a moment and rolled my eyes. I rolled them good. I looked back at them, seeing that they were now right in front of me. "Hey, can you not talk?" tall guy asked.
"I can talk," I said and instantly regreted say it. I should have not said anything and gone with the deaf routine like Sierra did sometimes when jerks tried to hit on her at the mall. He smiled.
"You live around here?" he asked. Alright, I had one of two choices: I could either tell him I live just down a few houses, or tell him I lived in the town next to the next town. I suppose you know which path I took.
"I live in a couple towns over, I'm just here... visiting a friend." he nodded.
"I'm Eric and this is Collin," he pointed to the guy with red hair and blue eyes. "Danny," he pointed to the skinniest guy. "Marcus," the guy with blonde hair and green eyes. "and Jeremy." the guy with the lip ring. I nodded, forcing a smile. "And your name might be...?"
"Danielle," I lied. Hey, I didn't want them bothering me all the time. I was just trying to protect myself. Eric smiled.
"Cool. Hey, me and the guys are gonna go surfing after a while," he said and then suddenly looked me up and down. "You wanna come?" This guy was checking me out. He was seriously checking me out. My eyes widend and I bit my lip. This guy was a total player.
"Sorry, I can't." I told him straight out. Hey, I wasn't lying. I really couldn't go. And even if I was free, I still wouldn't go.
"Come on, it's just surfing." he said and looked me over... again! Wow, this guy was a piece of work. That's it. No more miss nice girl.
"I'm busy." I said and started to walk away.
"Hey," he said, grabbing my arm, spinning me around to face him. There was an angry look in his eyes, but just as soon as it came, it was gone and back to a smile. "come on," he said, loosening his grip. "we don't bite." Yeah right, I bet you say that to all the girls you try to invite to go surfing. I scoffed.
"Leave me alone," I pulled from his grasp and started to run away, but he caught me once again. "Hey!" I yelled, trying to free myself from his strong hands. Now he was hurting me. He pulled me close and put his lips to my ear.
"No one says no to me." he whispered, his voice now harsh and evil. I flinched. This was not happening. I had to get away, I-I had to get away! Oh how I wished I was wearing heels then. I could have crushed his big toe and made my escape. I decided to kick his shin. He imidiately let go, wincing in pain. I made a run for it, running as fast as I could. I looked back, seeing a storm of wild bulls now following me, one somewhat limping.
"Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" I said and tried to run faster. My legs were aching, my chest on fire. I should have worked out more. I thought to myself. I finally spotted my house. I looked behind once again, seeing them gaining. I ran onto the grass and up to the porch. I turned the knob and opened the door, stepping in as they ran onto the grass. I closed the door and locked it. A second later they were all on my porch, pounding the door. I leaned against the door, sliding down and trying to catch my breath. So much for my nice, peaceful walk.
"Who's at the door?" my Dad asked as he walked over, checking out the scene.
"Oh my gosh, Dad, please don't open the door." I told him, my voice fast paced. He gave me a worried look.
"Mitchie, what's wrong?" he asked, walking over, kneeling down beside me. I couldn't help it. I started crying.
"I was just walking, just taking a nice walk and these guys come over and start talking me into going surfing with them. I told them no, but he grabbed me and he wouldn't let me go!" I said and Dad looked at my arms, his eyes going wide.
"Wait right here." Dad put his hand on my cheek and stood up. I moved out of the way and Dad ran outside. "Hey! Hey!" I heard Dad, his voice muffled. I put my face in my hands and cried some more.
"Mitchie?" I looked up and saw Mom standing by the kitchen, looking at me with eyes full of concern. My chin quivered and Mom ran over. "What happend?" she asked as she knelt down beside me. "Oh my goodness, what happend to your arms?" she asked, putting her hands where Eric had grabbed me. I just cried and Mom helped me up. Dad came running back in, his face full of rage. "Steve, what happend?" Mom asked Dad.
"Some boys' were harrasing Mitchie." Mom's eyes widend even more and her one hand found her mouth. Dad looked at me. "Mitchie, you need to tell me those boys' names." I opened my mouth, but nothing was coming out.
"Steve, just let her breathe for a minute. She can tell you later." Dad sighed and nodded. He walked over and they both wrapped me in a hug. I had never felt so relieved to be locked up in my own home.
"Mitchie," Shane whispered. He ran over as I stood up and wrapped his arms around me. I cried into his leather jacket. My parents had called him and told him what happend. He was here five minutes after they hung up. Apparently, someone was speeding.
He brushed his lips against my ear, the same ear Eric whispered those horrible words into. I closed my eyes even tighter, letting another tear fall. Shane pulled away, looking at me, his hands on my, now, brusies. I winced and Shane moved his hands to my elbows, looking at my arms. "Crap, Mitchie." I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip, as Shane ran his finger tips across the pounding brusies left by Eric. "Who did this? I am going to kill him." Shane whispered, the same rage in his eyes that I'd seen in my Dad's eyes minutes ago. My chin quivered and Shane put his hands to my face, wiping away the tear stains.
"His name is Eric." I whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear. "Eric." I repeated and Shane nodded, taking his hands off my face.
"Mr. Torres, did you see where they went?"
"Yeah, they ran about five houses down, on the left." Dad said and Shane nodded again.
"I'll be right back." Shane said and kissed me before running over to the front door.
"I'll come with." My Dad said and followed Shane out the door. I wiped my face and sat down on the couch, bringing my knees to my chest. Mom walked over and sat down beside me, holding me in her loving arms. It's funny how a good day can go so wrong in a matter of minutes.
Shane and Dad came back after about ten minutes. It was now 2:45. Shane sat down on the couch beside me and Mom stood up.
"I'll go make some tea." she said and walked into the kitchen, Dad followed. I sighed and Shane wrapped his arms around me, rubbing my back.
"I guess you're probably not in the mood for a movie, huh?" I smiled weakly. I knew he was trying to make a joke, to lighten things up, but I just wasn't in the mood. "Mitchie, I am so sorry. I wish I'd been there with you."
"I wish you had too." I really wish he had. Maybe they wouldn't have bothered me, maybe they would have left me alone. But maybe they wouldn't have. Maybe they would have attacked Shane and carried me away to wherever it was they were going to hurt me or do things to me. I'm not even going to say anymore. I just can't. "Shane," I spoke up, my voice still a whisper. He looked at me, looking directly into my eyes. "Can we go see that movie?" he smiled.
So, what did you think? Does anyone now HATE this Eric guy? I know I do. Thank goodness Shane is going to kill this guy the next time he sees him. Just kidding. Shane's against killing people. He's a Christian and it's against his religion so, sorry. Anyway, what was your favorite part? I'm not sure I have one, it was all good to me.
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