`our {paths} with /cross/ again in t.i.m.e

[MileyRox1174]

`our {paths} with /cross/ again in t.i.m.e
[Camp Rock FF]

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Hey party people!
It's Lauren again...
with a new FF again...
But this time, it's a CAMP ROCK FF!
P.S. This one is written as an early birthday present for Alexa (PinkRubberDuckie) ;) Her birthday is July 20th.


/characters/
Mitchie Torres
Connect 3 -- Shane Gray, Nate, and Jason
Caitlyn
Tess Tyler
Peggy
Ella
Lola
Barron
Sander
Andy
Connie Torres


/chapters/
our paths will cross again in time. (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2077186&postcount=11)
i love you...as a friend, of course. (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2077764&postcount=18)
camp heartbreak. (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2080752&postcount=31)
sparks fly? at least for me. but don't tell. (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2082513&postcount=40)
lying is like disconnecting connect 3. (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2082985&postcount=48)
think about it. (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2083649&postcount=53)
got a clue? (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2084464&postcount=58)
i love you. (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2084524&postcount=64)
record deal?! (http://www.mymostwanted.com/forum/showpost.php?p=2086822&postcount=71)
THE END.


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what did i say?

[MileyRox1174]

I don't know, what did you say?

Oh lol, now I remember...I think it was something like I was going to make another one because I said that last time and I made another one :P Haha.

A few more comments for the first chapter ;)

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yessss!
ily laurennnnnn!!!

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so it's for alexa?
and not me? :P

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Laurennn you must
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start...

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Start :o
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[MileyRox1174]

I'm doing it for everybody, but especially for Alexa's birthday ;) Here's the first chapter:


our paths will cross again in time.

“We’re done, but it’s not over, we’ll start it again
After the end of the day, it keeps getting better
Don’t be afraid, we’ll do it together

Come on, come on, you know
It’s your time to move it’s my time to move
Come on, come on, let go
Leave it all behind, your past and mine

Gone are the days of summer
We couldn’t change it if we tried
Why would we want to, let’s go where got to
Our paths will cross again in time
It’s never the same tomorrow
And tomorrow is never clear

So come on, come on, you know
Our time, our time is here

We know, but we’re not certain
How can we be, how can we see what’s ahead
The road keeps on turning
And all we can do, is travel each day to the next

Come on, come on, you know
It’s your time to move it’s my time to move
Come on, come on, let go
Leave it all behind, your past and mine

Gone are the days of summer
We couldn’t change it if we tried
Why would we want to, let’s go where got to
Our paths will cross again in time
It’s never the same tomorrow
And tomorrow is never clear

Yeah

Gone are the days of summer
We couldn’t change it if we tried
(If we tried)
So come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
So come on, come on, you know
Our time…our time
Is here—yeah—oh”

A tear slowly dripped from my eye after the song ended. All my new friends—Caitlyn, Tess, Ella, Peggy, and Lola—came running on stage (if they weren’t already there) and we had a huge group hug. Now the tears were falling like a steady rainstorm. I couldn’t control it.

Today was the day we all left Camp Rock and went our separate ways. I couldn’t help but cry. I was just so upset to see all my new friends leaving. Soon Barron, Sander, and Andy came and joined the group hug. Connect 3 was no where to be found.

After all the exchanges of phone numbers and addresses, I said my first of many goodbyes to them (trust me, I’m not planning on letting them leave with only one goodbye). I sulked outside, kicking at the dirt. I looked up, finding myself in the same sandy beach by the lake where Shane had sung me his new song. I sat down and looked out on the lake. It was beautiful; glittering in the afternoon sunlight. I watched the calm waves ripple through it, picturing the day Shane took me out on the canoe. I closed my eyes and everything slowly played in my mind—from the first day I arrived at camp, all the way up to now. A tear rolled down my cheek, and suddenly my eyes were covered by two warm hands.

But I didn’t struggle. I knew exactly who it was. Shane.

“Guess who?” He joked.

“Hmm…Shane?” I laughed.

He removed his hands and smiled at me. “What are you doing out here?” He asked, sitting down on the sand next to me.

“Just…thinking,” I replied, looking back out at the lake.

“Mitchie…you’ll see them, and me, again. Our paths will cross again in time.”

Yet another tear fell when he quoted a line from the song I sang with a few of the girls, “Our Time is Here”. Shane reached up and wiped it away gently. I looked at him.

“You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it. Plus, you live near me, and we’ll be able to hang out. Ya know?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly. I averted my eyes and looked at the sand.

“Okay, what’s up now?”

“It’s just—“

“You didn’t win the Final Jam?” He joked, and laughed. I smiled.

“No, I didn’t win the Final Jam, but…I won the best summer of my life.”

He smiled widely. I closed my eyes. Everything that happened this summer was all too perfect and amazing; I didn’t want to leave the memories behind. I wanted to always be with my new friends…never being apart. But that’s the truth to summer camp—you make new friends, maybe even have a summer love, and then at the end of the summer, it’s gone. You forget about it and move on. But this is definitely not something I’ll forget. I don’t want to move on. I don’t want to lose the best summer of my life.

I felt Shane grab my hand and stand me up. I opened my eyes. “Let’s go hang with the guys,” he said quietly, referring to Nate and Jason.

“Sure,” I whispered, still deep in thought. I got one last look out at the lake, and when I blinked, it seemed as though it was gone. I sighed. Too good to be true, I thought. And yet it still is.

“Hey!” Nate and Jason both said loudly. My mood automatically brightened when I saw their smiling faces. All four of us talked about how much fun we had at Camp Rock and about other random things until my mom came over and announced it was time for me to leave. I sighed, and hugged each of them really tightly, ordering them not to move until I came back. I ran inside, said a few more goodbyes to everyone else, took one last look at the stage, and came back outside. I said goodbye to Nate, Jason, and Shane once more.

After I hugged Shane, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wasn’t expecting it—we weren’t dating or anything. But I accepted it with a smile, and waved goodbye from the window of the truck as my mom drove away. Once we were out of sight, I rested my head on my hand, my elbow resting on the windowsill on the door of the truck.

I couldn’t erase any of this from my mind. But why would I want to?

I remembered what Shane said, and also what I sang in the song:

Our paths will cross again in time.

“Gone are the days of summer
We couldn’t change it if we tried
Why would we want to, let’s go where we got to
Our paths will cross again in time…”

I sang softly to myself, slowly lulling myself to sleep. All my dreams were filled with everyone and everything that had to do with Camp Rock. I didn’t want to wake up from my memories…

And then the car stopped. My mom shook me awake and made me unload my stuff. I brought it up to my room and dumped it on the ground.

It was late, so I went right to sleep. I fell asleep singing again, and once again had magical and colorful dreams of Camp Rock. I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock blaring. I stood up and hit it to turn it off. I checked the calendar.

Two more weeks of summer. “Gone really are the days of summer," I sighed as I prepared for a boring day.



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you know i love your ff's, ..laurencita!
YEAH.
i am so calling you that :P

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Laurencita? Haha okayy then :P

Thanks! I'm writing.

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just write..laurencita! XD

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[MileyRox1174]

i love you…as a friend, of course.

Boring day? Gee, was I wrong.

I sulked downstairs, dragging my bare feet on the hardwood floor of the kitchen when I got there. After I ate my breakfast, I just sort of walked around at the will of my feet until I knocked into something. It didn’t feel hard, but it didn’t necessarily feel soft either. I looked up, and smiled widely when I saw who it was.

Shane! And Nate and Jason!

“W-what are you guys doing here?!” I squealed.

They laughed. “Like I said before,” Shane winked.

“Oh yeah…so, what do you guys want to do?”

Shane averted his eyes and looked up (keeping his head still) and gave me a sly smile. “I’ve got some ideas.”

“Okay,” I said. I looked down at my tank top and pajama pants in horror. “I should probably go change though,” I said awkwardly, pointing at the stairs. Shane nodded his head and I ran upstairs to change quickly. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt and black boots and ran back downstairs.

“Alright,” I said, out of breath. “I’m ready now.”

Shane looked at his wrist like there was a watch there. “Wow, that was quick,” he joked. I smiled and nodded my head, still winded.

After I caught my breath, Nate and Jason tied a blindfold over my eyes. “What the heck do you think you’re doing?!” I asked nervously.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. You just can’t see until we get there.”

I sighed. After they tied it, Shane placed both of my hands on his shoulders like we were doing a conga line and walked outside. Well, from what I could make of my surroundings blindfolded, it was outside. Then I was lifted into a car, buckled up, and I felt the car start driving.

“You’re sure you’re not kidnapping me?” I asked.

“No, we’re bringing you to the moon,” Nate joked. “Of course we’re not kidnapping you.”

“You’re not a kid anyways!” Jason retorted.

I rolled my eyes from underneath the blindfold. Jason was pretty air-headed.

“Anyways,” Shane exaggerated, changing the subject. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Just stop asking questions or we really will kidnap you.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but Shane cupped his hand over it. “Fine,” I mumbled after he removed his hand.

I felt the car stop later on in the course of the ride, and grumbled when the blindfold wasn’t removed. I felt two strong arms lift me out of the car again and place me down on the ground. I stood up and crossed my arms, waiting for direction. But I never got any. It seemed as though I was alone, or they were playing a sick joke on me.

“Guys? GUYS?!” I squealed. “Where are you? I don’t know what to do!”

I heard laughing behind me. “Very funny Shane, Nate, and Jason. Now help me or take the blindfold off or something!”

“Sorry to break it to you, but it’s not Shane, Nate, or Jason you’re talking to,” a voice laughed.

“Wh-what?! WHO ARE YOU?!” I asked frantically.

I felt someone hold my shoulders. “Calm down, don’t freak, it’s okay,” another voice said calmly. “We’re not gonna hurt you…actually, you should know who we are by now.”

I scrunched my nose and cocked my head, deep in thought. Then I realized it. “OMIGOD CAITLYN, TESS, PEGGY, LOLA, AND ELLA?!”

“And Barron, Sander, and Andy,” Barron added.

“OMIGOD!! I can’t believe it!! Now can you guys take this dumb blindfold off of me so I can see you?”

“No, sorry, we’ve been ordered to keep it on and to keep you here,” Tess replied.

“Ugh what are they up to now?”

“Here’s a hint: What rhymes with smance darty?” Caitlyn giggled.

“Uh…nothing? What is that anyway?” I asked, utterly confused.

“Here’s another hint: DANCE PARTY SILLY!” Lola squealed.

“Seriously?! They’re planning a—oh God I completely forgot!” I whacked myself on the forehead.

“What, you completely forgot what?” Ella asked, faking dumb.

“Today’s my 16th birthday!” I responded, bummed I hadn’t remembered.

I heard muffled and stifled giggles around me. “What? What?” I asked.

“Mitchie, we already knew it was your birthday today,” Peggy answered. “We wanted you to think we forgot. Just pretend like you don’t know about the dance party or anything, okay?”

I nodded my head in approval. “When are they coming back?”

“In approximately…5 seconds. 4, 3, 2, 1…and here they are,” Tess said excitedly, motioning to them. Obviously I couldn’t see it, so I was standing there like a statue until I felt Nate drag me somewhere.

“Yo, easy boy, I’m not a rag doll!” I yelled at him. “Sorry” and more pushing was his reply.

When Nate stopped and let go of me, I fell forwards and knocked into something hard…a door, maybe? “OW!!” I screamed, making contact. “Shoot, I’m so klutzy.”

Shane laughed and stood me up straight. “It’s okay, we all are. Now, we have a bit of a surprise for you.”

I smiled, and heard the doorknob twist and the door swing open. Everyone rushed in except for Shane and I (still blindfolded, mind you), and he walked me inside. He let go of my hand when we were inside and took off the blindfold.

I knew what was coming, but I didn’t expect it to be so extravagant. My mouth gaped and my eyes widened as I took it all in. There was a huge circular stage in the center, lit around the circumference of it with LED lights. Streamers dangled from the ceiling, from the stage, and from every possible area that something can hang from. There were huge LED lighted stars on the walls, lit brightly in different neon colors. A DJ was already spinning behind the record table, and people were already dancing. Last, but certainly not least, all my family and friends were dancing and mingling in the floating spotlights and at the circular tables set periodically around the huge dance floor.

I turned to Shane and started jumping up and down excitedly. “This is amazing!!” I screamed. Then I looked down at my outfit and frowned up at Shane. “Uh, dude, why am I the only one NOT wearing something formal?”

“Oh, your mom has that all taken care of. See, there she is,” he said, pointing to my mom near one of the wings of the oversized room, “so go with her to get changed. She has your dress and stuff.”

“OMIGOD thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” I screamed as I ran to my mom. She took me into another small room and helped me change into my dress (I kept my black boots on; it looked great with the dress). “Wow, mom, when did all this happen?” I smiled.

My mom smiled too. “Mitchie, honey, we figured all this out when you were at Camp Rock. Nate, Jason, and I did all the basics, and then I met with all of your friends from camp a few hours before we left on the last day. We did this all for you, so go enjoy yourself, sweetie!” She said loudly as I ran off to find my friends again.

I greeted people as I squirmed through the crowd, and then saw Shane standing by the refreshments table. I ran up to him and hugged him from behind, almost making him spill his punch.

“Whoa, don’t spill the punch!” He said. Then he realized it was me and smiled. He put the punch down, turned around, and hugged me the regular way.

“Thank you so much, Shane! I love you!” I squealed, squeezing him tighter. A second later, I added quickly, “As a friend, of course,” and giggled.

“Ha, I didn’t do it alone. You should thank everybody else too,” he added, pulling away from the hug. We both stood there awkwardly.

Shane opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off and said, “Well, I’m gonna go hang with everybody, okay? See you later?”

He lowered his eyes. “Yeah,” he mumbled. I ran off, not giving his expression a second thought.

** SHANE’S POV **

I watched as Mitchie blended with the crowd and started dancing with our friends. I sighed.

I love you too…but not just as a friend.



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Gasp, Shane loves Mitchie as more than a friend?! :o

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whoah!!!
lol, love it lauren
thanks sooo much!!

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or elseee...
or elseee......
i haven't thought of that part yet.
but when i do!
i will get back to you on that.
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[MileyRox1174]

LOL, thanks guys, and you're welcome Alexa :P I'm gonna get off now though...I have to shower, and then I'm gonna give myself a manicure while maybe watching a movie :P Bye guys!

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LAURENCITA!
that was soooo emotional.
more! XD

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More!

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yay! another FF! :D
more!

[( soulmates )]

I've read the first chapter. But I'm gonna read the rest tomorrow; after Camp Rock.
Just because it sounds amazing but idk

Its rly good. I like it.

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This is amazing. MORRRRE!

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[Aimeedapinkpanther]

LUV chapters one and two! Write more soon, please!!!

[MileyRox1174]

camp heartbreak.

** SHANE’S POV **

I sighed again as I watched Mitchie flirt with some guy on the dance floor. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be…I’ll just have to live with being just her friend.

I turned around and faced the punch bowl when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, only to be greeted by Mitchie. “Shane, why don’t you come dance? It’s fun, come on!”

I looked at her and smiled. “Sure, I guess.”

She grabbed my hand (in a friendly way) and pulled me onto the dance floor for the remainder of the song that was playing. We danced for a few more fast songs and then a slow song started playing. Mitchie was pulled away from me by the DJ holding a microphone.

“Now, Miss Mitchie, since it is your sixteenth birthday, you get to choose who you dance with now!”

Everybody scurried off the dance floor back to their tables. I was sitting near that kid she was flirting with before, so when she walked over in my direction, I thought she would choose that kid. But I was wrong. She came right up to me and held out her hand.

“Would you like to dance?” She giggled.

“Sure,” I answered happily, placing my hand in hers.

We walked to the dance floor. She placed her arms around my neck (note to self: she held onto her fingers so we were closer…good sign!), and I put my hands on her waist as the song started playing. I didn’t really focus on the song until I heard something way too familiar.

Myself. The song was “This Is Me” (acoustic) from when we were at Camp Rock. Mitchie sang this while at the piano that one day—I didn’t know it was her, but I found out later—how did they get it?

Mitchie obviously saw the concentration crossing my face. She giggled. “Don’t worry, there weren’t like, people hiding in the bushes recording that or anything. I recorded that in the studio after we left Camp Rock. I didn’t think anybody else knew about it.”

I smiled. “I knew it sounded familiar. Your voice is amazing,” I whispered the last word.

Mitchie looked away. “Thanks.”

We had an awkward silence—except for the music blaring behind us—where I was staring at her (unintentionally) and she was looking away (hopefully unintentionally). And I had so many ‘notes to self’ in my mind about every little thing she did that I thought my head was about to explode. The tense air didn’t help, either.

Then Mitchie looked back at me. Did I look too obvious staring at her? “Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked, smiling a little.

I averted my eyes. Yeah, just a tad too obvious. There were only a few seconds left in the song, and when it was over, I noticed there was a huge amount of couples dancing too, so I grabbed Mitchie’s hand and led her out of the group. But instead of going back to sit down, I brought her outside into a little courtyard that was outside of the little hotel we were in (yeah, it was a hotel).

“What are we doing out here?” She asked, confusion lighting up in her eyes.

I let go of her hand, only to grab it again. “I don’t know how to say it, but…I’m in love with you,” I said quietly, looking at my feet.

“W-what?” She asked.

“I’m in love with you,” I answered, even quieter.

“Y-y-you are?”

“Yes…”

“Shane, I don’t know if it could work out,” Mitchie answered quietly, as politely as possible.

Before she could say anything, I kissed her. After a few seconds, I released and looked back at her. “Anything?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No, I’m really sorry.”

I let go of her hand and walked away, angry and ashamed. She called after me, but I waved it off with my hand.

I can’t believe it. I thought she liked me. She broke my heart, and I probably just broke hers too. But I couldn’t care less.

Time for another visit to Camp Rock? Ha, like I’d ever go back there. It should be called Camp Heartbreak.


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No more tonight, Imma watch Camp Rock, so I won't be on :)

[hannahlover2007]

Oh wow Lauren.. that
was awesome..please..
one more..4 more hours!!

[MileyRox1174]

Thanks! Anybody else?

P.S. 3 hours and 3 minutes!

[MileyRox1174]

I just wrote the whole next chapter (and it's long), but I'm not posting it tonight (even though I really like it :P). Sorry guys. More comments please!

[PursePrincess4eva]

wait..WHAT!???

laurencita!!

[moonrainy]

what?? :o
more!

[Aimeedapinkpanther]

Poor Shane! I bet Mitchie's just scared, though....more!

[Aimeedapinkpanther]

More!!!

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soooooooooo
post it
POOR SHANE!!!

[MileyRox1174]

Haha sorry I wasn't on. I was watching Camp Rock again this morning :P My mom was watching some of it, and I wanted her to watch the whole thing, but she kept getting sidetracked. So she's gonna watch it some other time :P The WHOLE entire thing with me :P And then I made her watch the Burning Up music video with me because she saw part of it last night (the end of it) when I was in the basement (watching CR on the hugee TV :D) and she didn't understand it :P I'm like, "You have to watch this. You didn't understand it. Sit." :lol:

Here's the next chapter:


sparks fly? to me at least. but don’t tell.

** MITCHIE’S POV **

I can’t believe it. Shane is in love with me? Since when? He never showed it before. What is this, a sick joke? This is supposed to be my sweet sixteen, where I blow out the sixteen candles on the cake and make a wish (love, success, anything); not where I blow out the sixteen candles and wish for a best friend back.

I walked back into the hotel and dragged my sock-wearing feet into the special room for my birthday party. I slumped down into a chair at my table with a loud sigh, and my mom turned to me.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” She asked.

“I just lost my best friend in the entire world on my sweet sixteen,” I answered matter-of-factly, with a shrug of my shoulders, trying to hide how upset I was. “How sweet.”

My mom hugged me. “Oh honey, that’s horrible. What happened?”

I explained it to her and hugged her tightly. I let tears fall, until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I let go of my mom and spun around in my chair. I frowned when I saw who it was.

Shane. Of all people.

I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to say goodbye to you,” he said, acting as politely as possible around my mom. He plastered a fake smile on his face. “Happy 16th birthday, Mitchie! Hope it’s a great one! My band and I have to go, but we’ll see you soon. Goodbye!”

I smirked angrily and waved goodbye like a perfect little girl. Then I turned back to my mom. “’My band and I’? What, did his big fat head grow back or something? UGH!” I groaned and rolled my eyes.

And so the rest of the evening commenced until about midnight. There was nothing really important or amazing to note, so let’s just skip to the next day.

--

I woke up the next day, still squeezing my hands tightly in fists. I gritted my teeth and got out of bed, stomping down the stairs for breakfast. My mom had already made it, and I vacuumed it down my throat like I hadn’t eaten in two months.

Once again nothing eventful happened that day, and I was stuck in this rut for the remainder of the week, until I only had one week left before school started. Oh, school. How much I truly, dishonestly, missed it.

I awoke to the sound of knocking at my front door on a Monday. My last Monday of summer. I sighed, got out of bed, and trotted down the stairs. I opened the front door, only to see Nate standing there.

“Hey Mitch,” he said.

“Hey Nate. Whatcha doing here?” I asked groggily.

“Just wanted to talk to you. I mean, it’s like you’re dead or something. You haven’t come out of your house in a week.”

“Hmm…you know; that’s a good idea. I think I’ll go kill myself. Thanks Nate!” I started closing the door, but his strong arm held it back.

“What’s been eating you?” He asked, as if he didn’t already know.

“Like you don’t know.”

“Shane?”

I raised my eyebrows.

“And the kiss?” He added. “And that he’s in love with you?”

“Oh, I highly doubt he’s still in love with me, but you know, that’s just my opinion. Let’s hear yours,” I replied, interested.

Nate cleared his throat. “Okay…well, he could still be. I mean, he hasn’t said anything about you, but he seems different. It’s like his head got bigger.”

“Oh trust me, I noticed that. Way more than you seem to have noticed,” I looked him up and down.

“Look, it’s not like I don’t care about him or you, it’s just that I…he’s not the same, alright? His ego is growing again.”

“Psh then let it grow. Let him go back to Camp Rock. Let him relive his fantasies and find his perfect girl next summer and leave me in the dust. I don’t care. I don’t even know if I like him as a friend now!” I replied loudly.

Nate just stared at me and then leaned in. Before I knew it his lips crashed into mine. I accepted the kiss, and it lasted for much longer than the one with Shane. And it definitely caused sparks to fly—at least for me. When Nate released, I opened my eyes slowly. Then I looked at him, confused and a little scared.

“Why did you do that?” I asked.

“I don’t know if now’s a good time to admit this, but…I’m in love with you too,” he said quietly. I looked into his eyes.

“Lemme guess, Jason’s in love with me too, now, right?”

“No, he’s in love with his birdhouse I made him last week.”

“Typical,” I muttered. “So, Shane’s in love with me, and you’re in love with me. What’s next, ET will fall from the sky and say he’s phoning home?!” I replied angrily.

“Look, I didn’t mean to throw all this onto your shoulders so soon, but I couldn’t help it. I’m really serious about this. And from what I collected, you enjoyed the kiss. Am I correct or am I correct?” He asked, being wise (and not the good kind of wise either).

I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrows. “So I enjoyed the kiss. Big whoop. It’s not like I’m ready for my heart to be broken again. I’d rather go to Camp Heartbreak—as Shane would call it now—than take chances.”

Nate looked crushed. He looked down and muttered a “goodbye” before sulking away from my house. I slammed the door in frustration and burst into tears. I rubbed my fingers lightly over my lips, trying to determine if I enjoyed the kiss enough to trust Nate. I couldn’t figure it out, so I stomped into the kitchen. Instead of being greeted by my mother’s smiling face, I saw a note on the island. It read:

Mitchie –

I’m going to be out today from 8 AM to probably around 6 PM or so. It’s a girl’s spa day for me and my friends, and I’m sorry I forgot to tell you about it yesterday. See you later, sweetie!

- Mom

GREAT. I’m alone in the house, with sharp utensils and other sharp objects. What do you think I’m going to do with them? Hmm, let’s think. Oh, gee this is a hard one.

NO I’M NOT GOING TO CUT MYSELF. What, you think I’m some suicidal depressed freak?! I was just thinking of first making myself a meal, and then downing a huge carton of cake batter ice cream.

Sounds like a good idea.

And so it began. I first made and ate the meal, and then pulled out a huge carton of cake batter (my favorite!) ice cream from the freezer. I took out a big spoon and put a movie in the DVD player in the living room. I sat down on the couch and stuffed myself with ice cream as I watched a typical chick flick—girl meets boy, boy and girl fall in love, boy and girl live happily ever after. As if.

When the movie was over, I noticed Nate standing at one of the windows in the living room. I put down the now-empty carton of ice cream and walked over to the window and opened it. This window was one of the few windows in the house that didn’t have a screen, also. Plus, it was basically at my eye level, so when I opened it, I didn’t have to kneel down or anything to talk to Nate.

“What are you still doing here?” I asked quietly, but sincerely.

“I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to know if you were okay.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And by the empty carton of ice cream, it seems like you’re taking it pretty bad.”

“Taking what pretty bad? The fact that there’re two people who are in love with me? One who used to be my best friend and now I can’t even look at him, the other, his band mate and best friend who’s deliberately lying to him and doing all this behind his back? Yeah, some fun I’m having now.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” He whispered. “I don’t want this to affect our friendship. Please, please forgive me.”

I looked into his eyes. They looked warm and welcoming, truthful and sincere. “Okay, I forgive you,” I whispered. “And…do you wanna…you know, stay over here for a little while? I’m home alone and I kinda want someone here…I kinda want you here.”

He smiled. “Sure,” he winked. He started to walk around the house, but I yelled to him and pointed to the open window. He nodded his head and climbed through it. I closed it and then he sat down on the couch.

“What do you want to do?” He asked.

“Watch another movie?” I begged.

He laughed. “Alright, but no more chick flicks. I swear, I thought you were going to throw the spoon at the TV at one point, you looked so mad.”

I blushed. “Yeah, how about…well, what do you want to watch?”

“James Bond? Do you have those?”

“Of course. Those are some of my favorite movies.”

“Awesome, let’s watch it then.”

I took out one of the James Bond DVDs and put it in the DVD player. We watched it, and before I knew it, I fell asleep on Nate’s shoulder. Too much ice cream and not enough sleep, I thought. That’s all.

** NATE’S POV **

I smiled at Mitchie sleeping on my shoulder. Definitely not ice cream or lack of sleep, I thought. I hope she likes me. I think she does like me. Let’s hope my assumption is correct, I sighed.

We’ll just have to wait and see.



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[xo_hannah_fan1_xo]

Great! MORRRRRE!

[MileyRox1174]

Thanks! Anybody else?

[moonrainy]

“No, he’s in love with his birdhouse I made him last week.”
LOL
Shane and Nate is in love with Mitchie! lucky girl :P

more!!

[MileyRox1174]

Haha more comments please :)

[PinkRubberDuckie]

I'll read as soon as I get home. I'm currently at my friend's house, and she finally let me check = ]

[MileyRox1174]

Haha, okay :) Anyone else?

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[MileyRox1174]

Haha here's the next chapter:


lying is like disconnecting connect 3.

** MITCHIE’S POV **

I woke up when Nate shifted and stood up from the couch. I blinked a few times and cocked my head, asking him where he was going without even saying anything.

“Home,” he said. “It’s getting kind of late. And plus, Shane can’t find me here with you. He’d ring my neck.”

“Okay, thanks for staying with me. I had fun…when I was awake,” I giggled and yawned.

We both waved goodbye to each other and I lied back down on the couch. I closed my eyes, trying to picture what Shane would do if he found out that Nate was in love with me and he had been over here.

I mean, it’s not like Nate and I are dating or anything…but, you know, it’s a little weird.

** NATE’S POV **

I raced down the street, glancing at my watch every few seconds. It was just past 6 PM. Shane would be furious if he came back from his solo photoshoot and saw I wasn’t there. And Jason would surely tell him where I was, being the airhead that he is. But still, he’s my airhead.

And, lucky me, I guessed correctly. Shane was back and Jason had obviously already told him. I’ve gotta get him back later, but now…

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Shane yelled furiously.

“Didn’t Jason tell you?”

“Oh yeah, he told me alright. Why did you go shopping for guitars without me?!”

I looked at Jason and scrunched my eyebrows, confused. He smiled and nodded his head. Huh, I guess he didn’t tell. Maybe he isn’t such an airhead after all.

“Uh…I didn’t know you wanted to go. You could’ve asked, you know.”

“Well, you didn’t tell me. Next time, tell me where you are. I was starting to think you weren’t shopping for guitars…wait, did you buy a new guitar?” He looked suspicious.

“Uh, no…I didn’t see any that I really wanted to, um, buy. I just was shopping for a really long time…you know, going guitar-crazy.”

I think some gears must’ve clicked in Jason’s head and he burst out, “I THOUGHT YOU WENT TO SEE MITCHIE!”

Shane was staring to calm down, and then his furious attitude became even worse, if possible. He looked like he wanted to strangle me. “YOU WHAT?!?!”

I glared a Jason and all he did was shrug his shoulders. “I…I…I went to see Mitchie…I wanted to see if she was—“

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DOUBLE-CROSSED ME!! YOU LIAR, YOU FAKE, CHEAP, LIAR!! YOU KNOW I LOVE HER!”

“I know that, yeah, but—“

“NO BUTS. WHY WERE YOU OVER THERE?!”

“I…I said I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“YEAH RIGHT. TELL ME THE REAL REASON, OR YOU’RE OUT OF THE BAND.”

“What?! Dude, you can’t take me out of the band! I’m like, practically the lead singer!”

“I can do what I want. I’m SHANE GRAY for crying out loud. NOW TELL ME.”

“Fine…and you’re not gonna take it well, but—“

“NATE’S IN LOVE WITH MITCHIE TOO!” Jason burst out again. I shook my head. Oh he is gonna get it.

Shane’s voice got soft but he was still angry. “Since when have you been in love with her?”

“Since I heard her sing, okay? It’s not my fault.”

“Yes it is. I love her, she’s mine. So don’t you be stealing her away from me, got it?”

I nodded. “Got it,” I muttered.

“Good, now don’t bother me. I’m going to go relax.”

He walked off and I turned to Jason angrily. “Why did you have to do that?!”

“Sorry, dude, but I hate lying to him. Lying is like disconnecting Connect 3.”

I shook my head briefly as if to shake away the idiotic statement he just said. “Dude, you know I’m gonna get you back, right?”

“You mean payback?”

“Yeah, that’s the word.”

“NO, it’s two words!”

“UGH!” I stormed off and went upstairs into my room. See, Shane, Jason, and I lived in the same house. Our parents and other relatives lived pretty far away, so we kind of had to live together. Some days it was okay, but other days—like today—were not enjoyable.

I slammed my door and yanked my acoustic guitar out of its case. I started playing. God knows what came out of my mouth, I just wrote it down.

When I stopped, I walked over to my window. I pulled a chair over and sat with my head on the open windowsill (which also didn’t have a screen). Since I was on the second floor, I couldn’t just climb out of it and run off to see Mitchie again.

So I sat there, slumming. Shane was making my life miserable, and he was making me feel so inferior. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe him. Maybe it’s time to send him back to Camp Rock.

“Ha, like he’d ever go back there”, I said to myself.

“Like who’d ever go back where?” A voice asked. I looked to where it came from and was pleasantly surprised.

It was Mitchie.

“Shane…like he’d ever go back to Camp Rock. I was just thinking about how big his head has gotten, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s so unattractive,” she laughed. I smiled. “Did he find out?”

“Mmhmmm…he found out alright. Thanks to the wonderful Jason,” I laughed.

“Well, you can’t blame Jason for all of this. I mean, Shane would’ve found out eventually.”

I frowned. “Yeah, I guess. But now…now he hates my guts. He says that you’re his and I can’t ‘steal you away’ from him.”

She looked confused. “Not that…I’d ever want to steal you away, I mean, we’re friends, right?”

“Uh huh, friends,” she smiled. That smile lit up my whole day and brightened my mood, though I didn’t think I was in the mood to go anywhere else today. “Well, I gotta go. I just came by to see if you were alright,” she winked. I waved and she ran off, back to her house.

I sighed and closed the window. She really does care, I thought. But is she too scared of love now?


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[devoniscrazyy]

Awww... I love it! Can't wait for more!

[xo_hannah_fan1_xo]

So great! MORRRRRE!

[PinkRubberDuckie]

yay! i'm all caught up = ]
i knew it was gonna happen.
i knew nate was gonna fall in love with her!!
lol. i guess i'll wait till tomorrow.

[MileyFan077]

I just read the whole thing. It's awesome! More!!!

[MileyRox1174]

think about it.

** MITCHIE’S POV **

I woke up the next day, one day closer to dreaded school starting next Monday. AND one more day of Shane’s planning Nate’s assassination for also being in love with me.

Why was Nate in love with me? I mean, I didn’t possess any qualities that should be that likeable. I just didn’t. I mean, I can understand Shane being in love with me because we were both at camp together and stuff, but Nate? I just don’t see it.

But then again…what do I feel? When I even think about Nate, I get this weird feeling. A different feeling than when I think about Shane. I just don’t get it.

I sighed loudly. My life was so much easier before I went to Camp Rock. “Camp Heartbreak,” I whispered, a chuckle escaping my lips.

My phone buzzed. I picked it up and saw I got a text message from Nate.

Think about it ;)

Nate

Think about what? If I loved him as much as he loved me? What, is he using reverse psychology on me or something?

Though I have to admit, it was working. Just a little.

--

The next day, I decided to go surfing at the beach. Then I just started lounging around after that. And when I went to stand up, I accidentally walked into someone (that’s how much of a klutz I am).

“Oh I’m so sorry!” I yelped from behind my hand that was now covering my aching nose.

“No, no, I’m sorry,” a voice replied. It definitely wasn’t a girl, but it definitely wasn’t anyone I knew.

I took my hand away and looked at who it was. He was a typical beach boy—blonde, medium-length shaggy hair, buff, heart-melting smile, ice blue eyes, and the gentleman charm. I smiled dumbly. “Hi,” I said in an airy voice that said “oh my god you are so hot”.

He laughed. “Hi, I’m Adam.”

“I’m Mitchie. It’s nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” he replied, smiling.

I sighed and I swear my heart was beating out of my chest. I thought Adam would walk away and not say anything else, but he didn’t.

“Hey, wanna get some ice cream?” He asked. I smiled widely.

“Sure!” I answered, a little too excitedly.

He walked with me to a little outdoor restaurant on the beach and we both ordered ice cream. I didn’t order cake batter (because right now it made me feel depressed) though, I ordered vanilla with chocolate sauce.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing alone at the beach?” He asked politely as we sat down on my towel.

“Dealing with stuff,” I answered quietly.

“What kind of stuff?”

I looked at him. “You can trust me, I promise,” he said, responding to my facial expression.

I averted my eyes and looked away. I sighed. “You know Shane Gray and his band member Nate?”

His eyes got all wide. “Yes. Those dudes rock. What about them?”

“Well, see…Shane and I both went to Camp Rock and grew really close over the summer, and then…he told me he was in love with me. Then Nate came out and told me the same thing. I don’t know which of them I like more. I mean, Nate makes me feel so important and amazing, but there’s still something about Shane…”

Adam’s mouth gaped. “You know Shane Gray and the rest of Connect 3?!”

“Yeah,” I whispered awkwardly. “Just don’t tell anybody…any of this. Okay?”

“Promise, I won’t. It’s just pretty cool…but so Shane and Nate both love you but you don’t know which to choose?”

“Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about either of them. I loved it when we were all just best friends, but now…it’s all a big, jumbled mess.”

“So you don’t love them like they love you?”

“Not right now, I don’t. I really don’t know. It’s confusing…I just wish I could have someone else in my life.”

Adam smiled. “How about I take you to dinner tonight? It’ll help you get your mind off of things.”

I looked back at him. “Sure, that’d be great. Thanks.”

“I’ll pick you up at 5, okay?”

“Yeah, here’s my address,” I said, writing it down on a piece of paper and handing it to him.

“Looking forward to tonight,” he winked.

“Me too,” I whispered as he walked away. I smiled to myself.

Adam was awesome. He really knew how to make a girl feel better. I can’t wait to go to dinner with him.

I just hope Shane and Nate don’t find out.


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[PinkRubberDuckie]

whoah. first it was a love triangle, and now it's a love quadrilatteral.
awesome!

[MileyRox1174]

Haha yep :)

Alright, I'm gonna go watch Camp Rock again on ABC w/the making of the music video stuff :P

[PinkRubberDuckie]

yeah, me too

[moonrainy]

more!

[MileyRox1174]

got a clue?

** MITCHIE’S POV **

When I arrived home from the beach, I found two bouquets of red roses sitting at the front door. I picked them up and looked at the cards on each of them. One bouquet was from Nate, the other from Shane. Typical. Although I should be flattered, I’m extremely annoyed with both of them.

I went inside, grabbed two vases, filled them with water, and put each bouquet into a vase. Then I went up to my room to get ready for my dinner date with Adam. I put on a green sundress, gladiator sandals, and a clear heart necklace. I also scrunched my hair into beachy waves.

Much later, around 5 PM, I heard the doorbell ring. I opened it and it was Adam.

“Hey Mitchie…wow, you look beautiful,” he said as I opened the door.

“Hi Adam! Thanks, you look very handsome,” I giggled.

He took my hand and we walked to the cab (not exactly high-standard living, but it was still cute). On the way to the beach, he looked really nervous, but it couldn’t have been because of me…he looked particularly suspicious.

And when I looked away, he’d pull out this piece of paper. I could hear it crinkle and fold. I’d turn around and he’d put it behind his back, saying “nothing…it’s nothing”. It all made me extremely confused.

Once we got to the restaurant, Adam told me I could get out of the car and he’d be out in a minute. I was confused, but still got out. I stood outside of the car, tapping my foot, for five minutes, and he finally came out.

“What were you doing in there?” I asked as he walked me to the restaurant.

“Um, uh…nothing…it was nothing. Not anything suspicious or anything,” he laughed nervously.

I raised one eyebrow at him and tried to imagine what he was doing. I couldn’t think of anything until I saw something sticking out of his pants pocket. It was dark in color, had a shaft-like attachment, and what looked like a hook; no, it looked like a…trigger.

I swallowed hard and quickened my pace. I sat down on the opposite side of the table as Adam. He looked a little hurt that I didn’t want to sit next to him, but shrugged.

That whole meal was…a unique experience. We’d talk for a few minutes, and then have a long awkward silence. And he’d finger around with whatever was in his pocket until I questioned.

Still don’t know what was in his pocket? Lucky you. Or should I say, unlucky me? Got a clue?


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[MileyRox1174]

Anybody?

Haha this FF is getting violent, just like all of my other ones :P

[PinkRubberDuckie]

whoah.
adam = not a nice boy?
sooo confused.
you have a way with getting me confused = ]

[MileyRox1174]

^^Hehe I know that :)

And I'm gonna post another chapter in a minute after I finish writing it...

[devoniscrazyy]

:O I can't wait for more! Adam scares me. :P

[moonrainy]

^he scares me too! :P
more!

[MileyRox1174]

i love you.

** MITCHIE’S POV **

When the waiter finally came to take the check and money from us, I had my elbow on the table, holding my head, and my foot tapping underneath the tablecloth. Could this dinner have gotten any worse?

Boy was I wrong.

I thought about what was in Adam’s pocket and then thought about yesterday. Why would he have that in his pocket? And why did he get a weird look on his face when I was talking about Shane and Nate?

Still don’t know what he has in his pocket? Think about it.

“Alright, we can, um…go,” Adam said after the waiter took the money and check.

I sighed. “Thankfully,” I muttered under my breath. “Okay, let’s go,” I replied.

I stood up, refusing his grab for my hand. I walked to his right side, but slightly behind him. I had a clear view of the thing in his pocket.

The restaurant wasn’t that far away, so Adam and I walked home. Shane, Nate, and Jason lived close to me, so when we were near my house, I noticed Nate walking on the sidewalk, kicking at something on the ground. When he looked up, I hid behind Adam.

He turned around and smiled slyly. My eyes widened when I realized what he was using me for. I shook my head “no” to tell him not to do it, but he still did. He turned around, pulled the gun out of his pocket and pointed it right at Nate. Nate picked up his head when he heard a clicking sound, and I ran out from behind Adam just when he pulled the trigger.

I jumped out in front of the bullet, as if in slow motion, and landed on the ground. Nothing had hit me. I opened my eyes and looked around. Adam was still standing there, but by his expression and posture, obviously had no ammo left. And then I saw Nate…on the ground. I crawled silently over to him, looking around for a wound.

It had hit him right below his heart; yeah, I knew it was right below his heart because I pay attention in Health class. Anyways, most people don’t live after getting shot there, right? Oh God.

I stood up and sprinted over to Adam, pushing him down to the ground furiously. I put my foot on his neck and put weight on it. He looked like he was choking; which was exactly what I wanted. If he killed my best friend and the guy that I now realize I love—yes, I admit it—he’s gonna die too. It’s either him or Nate to stay alive, and I choose Nate. If it’s possible.

Adam struggled and gagged. I just pushed my foot down harder. “You DO NOT shoot my friends! I can’t believe I even trusted you! YOU MONSTER!!”

He gagged in reply. “Don’t even TRY to apologize. I’m not gonna forgive you, EVER! I LOVE Nate and he could be dead! I HATE YOU!”

I took my foot off of his neck and he stood up quickly. He grabbed my neck with his hand. “I thought you said you didn’t love him.”

“I changed my mind. He’s a much better person than someone like you who kills people for your own enjoyment! And I DO love Nate!” I yelled, loud enough for Nate to hear if he was still conscious.

Adam let go of my neck and I ran back to Nate, but made sure Adam was gone too.

I knelt down next to Nate’s body, tears already falling. His chest wasn’t moving from what I saw. But then I heard a cough and Nate’s eyes opened slowly until they were half-open.

“Nate?” I asked.

“Mitchie,” he coughed quietly.

I put my hands on his chest. “Are you okay? I called 911 already and they’re coming. Hang in there, Nate. Please.”

“You…love me?” He whispered hoarsely.

I blushed. “Yes, I love you, Nate. Please don’t leave me. Please try.” A tear rolled down my cheek onto his shirt.

“I l-love you too Mitchie,” Nate whispered. His eyes started closing and his chest movement slowed.

I pushed down with both my hands on his chest a few times. “Nate, please! Please don’t die! I love you! I don’t want to lose you! Please,” I whispered the last word.

His chest stopped moving. The ambulance appeared behind me and picked him up, loading him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. I stayed on my knees on the ground and bent my torso over, crying into my legs. After a few minutes, I felt two strong arms pick me up and hold me. I looked up and it was Shane.

“I heard everything,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry.”

I cried into his chest and he hugged me protectively. “Me too, I’m sorry,” I choked between sobs.

“I know, and I forgive you. I understand you love Nate and not me. I can accept that.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. My crying ceased and Shane walked me home. I opened the front door, waved a weak goodbye to Shane and closed the door. I leaned against it and slid down to the ground, crying into my knees (yes, I’m aware I have a dress on, but I’m at my house).

My mom walked in at the sound of my sobbing and hugged me from the side, coaxing me.

She kept saying Nate would be fine and that the hospital said they would call if anything bad happened.

I heard the phone ring. My mom answered it. It was the hospital calling.

I closed my eyes. And the light at the end of the tunnel calling.


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[PinkRubberDuckie]

nooooo! nick!
wait... nate!
don't dieeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[devoniscrazyy]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!
I don't want Nate to die!
That Adam dude is EVIL!!!

[moonrainy]

OMG!! Nate don't die!! :o
Adam is so evil, I hate him :mad:

more!!

[PursePrincess4eva]

OH MY!
mooore.

[xo_hannah_fan1_xo]

NOOOOOOOOOO! HANG IN THERE NATE!!! NOOOOOO! Adam must be destroyed!

[PursePrincess4eva]

mooooree

[MileyRox1174]

record deal?!

** MITCHIE’S POV **

My mom hung up the phone and quickly rushed me to my feet and out of the house. She practically shoved me into the car and started driving before my door was even closed.

“Nate’s not doing well. They said he keeps saying a name. We have to hurry.”

“What name?”

“Yours.”

I sighed and closed my eyes to keep from crying any more. And when I opened them, we were at the hospital. I swung the car door open and jumped out, my mom already a few feet ahead of me. We went into the waiting room, and I noticed a few familiar faces. I walked over to greet them.

“Hey guys,” I said quietly.

They turned and smiled at me. “Mitchie, you look pretty tonight,” Barron teased.

I tried to laugh. “Yeah, I was kinda on a date tonight…”

“With Nate?” Caitlyn asked.

“No, with some guy named Adam. He actually was the one that shot Nate,” I replied, swallowing my tears.

“Omigod! That’s horrible!”

“Yeah, he had a gun in his pocket and then we saw Nate walking on the sidewalk. He shot the gun, and I tried to block the bullet, but I couldn’t. It hit him and…” My voice trailed off.

Tess, Peggy, Ella, Lola, and Caitlyn pulled me in for a big group hug. Barron, Sander, and Andy joined in and after a few seconds, everyone let go. We talked for a few minutes and I went to go back to my mom when I was ambushed by Jason and Shane. They both hugged me and we talked. Soon the nurse said we could come in—one at a time.

Shane looked at me and nodded, nudging me forward. I looked at everybody and followed the nurse to the room. She stood in the hallway as I went to see Nate.

I walked over to the edge of his bed and stroked his arm gently. “Nate,” I whispered. “Nate, you know I love you. Please, wake up.”

He stirred underneath the covers. I found a chair and brought it over next to his bed and sat down. I ran my hands through his curly hair and he opened his eyes slightly.

“Mitchie?” He whispered hoarsely.

“Yeah, it’s me. How are you feeling?”

“Better now.” He mustered up a weak smile.

I smiled back at him. “You gonna live?” I joked.

“Actually…”

“What?”

“I was dead for 30 seconds,” he said grimly.

“Y-you were? When?”

“Did they tell you I was calling your name?”

“Yeah...”

He coughed. “When the nurse left, I knew you weren’t coming. I gave up. But they brought me back.”

I almost started crying. “I’m glad you’re back. I wouldn’t have been able to live without you.”

“Same here.”

I giggled. “Well, I gotta go. I have to let everybody else visit too.”

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, and then left the room. One by one, everybody got their chance to visit Nate, and then he asked me to stay for the night. I begged my mom and she said okay.

Once everybody else was gone, Nate scooted over on the bed and patted the open area. I lied down next to him and he put his arm around me. The nurse came in and turned the light off, so the only light was the moonlight and a little nightlight put in there for patients that are afraid of the dark (neither of us were afraid of the dark, but they won’t take it out).

We fell asleep together in his hospital bed. And when Nate woke up the next morning, I was already gone. I didn’t want to stay, for fear of anything else bad happening.

I didn’t know he had his cell phone though. He texted me.

Where r u?

I left…

Why?

Bcuz I didn’t want anything else happening 2 u.

Really?

Yeah.

Aw. Thanks.

No problem.

I love you.

I love you too.

We stopped texting after that. I changed when I got home into a pair of skinny jeans and a tank top. I put a pair of flip flops and sunglasses that were shaped like hearts on. I told my mom I was going out and then walked to the supermarket.

I bought flowers and a balloon for Nate, and walked to the hospital. I went into his room and put the flowers (which were already in a vase) on the side table next to his bed, and tied the balloon to the backboard of the bed.

He smiled when he opened his eyes and saw me standing over him. I sat down on a chair next to his bed and looked into his eyes.

I leaned in closer to him until our lips barely touched. He smiled and I kissed him. It was an amazing kiss, and an amazing feeling, being with Nate. After we released, I ran my hands through his hair and smiled.

“When can you go home?” I asked.

“In about 4 days…I think that’s what they said.”

“Great,” I smiled bigger.

“Yeah, well, I’ll miss you during those 4 days.”

“Oh please, I’ll come visit every day, alright? But right now, I have to get home. Mom called…said it was something important.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” he winked.

“Bye,” I yelled behind me as I ran out the door.

I wonder what’s so important, I thought on the way home. I hope it’s nothing serious.

“Hey Mom,” I yelled as I came inside the house. “What’s up?”

She looked at me seriously. “Honey…oh I’ll just tell you.”

“Tell me what?” I asked, a bit reluctant.

“Mitchie, dear…” She cracked a smile. “You got signed!”

“WHAT?!” I asked, not taking it all in.

My dad stood up from the couch. “You’ve got a record deal with Hollywood Records!”

“You’re going to the studio tomorrow to start!” My mom added.

My face lit up and I smiled. I screamed at the top of my lungs in delight. “OMIGOD I can’t wait! So they really did like me. Thank you!”

See, I had auditioned for Hollywood Records for a record deal a couple days ago; it was like, the only time I came out of my house and was actually at peace with the world. I had sung “Who Will I Be?” and “This Is Me” for them, and they said they’d get back to me.

“They didn’t just like you, they loved you!” Dad added.

“This is so exciting! I have to tell Nate!” I started running towards the door.

But Dad held me back. “I think you should let Nate rest today. Tell him tomorrow…oh wait, you can’t go visit him tomorrow. You’re going to be in the studio all day.”

I frowned. “Actually, for the next 4 days you won’t have any time to see him. I’m sorry,” he added.

“It’s okay, I can text him,” I answered, a little less excited than before.

“Alright, I’m gonna go make lunch,” my mom finished.

I nodded and walked upstairs into my room and texted Nate.

GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!

What?!

I GOT A RECORD DEAL WITH HOLLYWOOD RECORDS!!!

OMG really?!

YES! I’m gonna be in the studio for the next 4 days though…I can’t visit…

That’s okay, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.

Aw…sorry.

It’s fine, I still love you.

I love you too. Gotta go, lunch. Bye!

Bye!

I vacuumed down my lunch and got to work immediately on writing songs. I worked well into the night, and eventually had to go to sleep. The next day, I worked for the entire day in the studio; writing, recording, etc. I did the same thing for the next four days, and then my album was totally recorded and finished (yeah, it didn’t take long because we spent all day every day at work).

Nate said he’d be home, so I quickly ran over to his house after we were done in the studio (around dinner time). I rang the doorbell and knocked rapidly.

Shane answered. “Oh hey Mitchie. Looking for Nate?” I nodded my head. “He’s in the backyard.”

“Thanks!” I yelled behind me, running to the backyard.

I spotted Nate sitting at the edge of the pool, swishing his feet around in the water. I snuck up behind him and pushed him in. He choked on water as he came up and then smiled when he saw me.

He coughed a few more times, and then said, “What’d you do that for?!”

I giggled. “I don’t know, I just felt like it,” I said innocently, batting my eyelashes.

I walked to the edge and he swam over. “Help me out?” He asked. I reached out a hand.

But instead of trying to pull himself out of the water, he pulled me in. I flailed my arms and legs like mad as I tried to stay above water and catch my breath. Once I did, I turned to Nate and pursed my lips and squinted my eyes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, you started it!” He responded to my expression.

I shrugged, smiled, and then swam over to the ladder. I climbed out, and Nate followed. Once he climbed out, we hugged tightly, despite how soaking wet we were.

“Oh I missed you so much,” I said quietly.

“I’ve missed you more,” he replied.

“No, I’ve missed you more,” I challenged.

“Uh-uh, I’ve missed you more.”

“Alright, it’s not a competition. We both know we missed each other,” I giggled.

He released from the hug, and for the rest of the day, we sat outside and talked and played little random games together. Shane and Jason came out periodically to hang with us, but mostly left us alone.

When night rolled around, and the stars came out, we lied down on our backs on the grass to look at the stars.

“Wow, look how beautiful the stars look,” I said quietly.

“Yeah, but they’re not as beautiful as you,” Nate whispered, scooting closer to me. I giggled and he grabbed my hand, our fingers intertwining.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

Nothing could make this night any better.

THE END.


COMMENT PLEASE :)
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Also, thanks so much for making my FFs all very successful! I love you guys!

[adolphin]

:(
no more?
after 1 chapter???
2 chapters
deal?
lol

[xo_hannah_fan1_xo]

Aww! Don't stop writing fan fics! This one's amazing! MORRRE!

[moonrainy]

more!!
only one chapter left!? :o
No... make at least 2 more please!

[mileyboo897]

LAURENNN.
you wrote the whole thing while i was goneeee.
well, except for the last chapter.
but, now i didn't get to comment on everything.):
well. yeah.
moreeeeeeee.

[MileyRox1174]

Gah, guys, I'm sorry, but it's getting super boring writing this FF, so I'm actually not going to post anymore chapters. Sorry! I have no ideas or anything, and I don't want my life to pass me by while I'm living on the computer.

Look, the reason I'm not writing anymore FFs is because I NEED TO GET A LIFE. I'm tired of watching all the amazing opportunities to be social and hang out with my friends pass me by just because my life is practically the computer. There are so many things I want to do this summer, and I'm also going to be busy this summer. I'm personally shortening my time on the computer, for many reasons (of which I do not wish to speak of on here)...plus, it's getting old too. I've been on here for 2 years--yes, 2 years!--and it's like I'm just watching life pass me by. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to even be on as much anymore. I'll still do requests and stuff in my gallery, but I won't have time to write FFs or do much more. I'm really sorry guys ;)

[moonrainy]

NO!!! you can't end this :(

[devoniscrazyy]

I understand. The FF was awesome tho!

[MileyRox1174]

Thanks for understanding and for commenting ;)

[adolphin]

Gah, guys, I'm sorry, but it's getting super boring writing this FF, so I'm actually not going to post anymore chapters. Sorry! I have no ideas or anything, and I don't want my life to pass me by while I'm living on the computer.

Look, the reason I'm not writing anymore FFs is because I NEED TO GET A LIFE. I'm tired of watching all the amazing opportunities to be social and hang out with my friends pass me by just because my life is practically the computer. There are so many things I want to do this summer, and I'm also going to be busy this summer. I'm personally shortening my time on the computer, for many reasons (of which I do not wish to speak of on here)...plus, it's getting old too. I've been on here for 2 years--yes, 2 years!--and it's like I'm just watching life pass me by. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to even be on as much anymore. I'll still do requests and stuff in my gallery, but I won't have time to write FFs or do much more. I'm really sorry guys ;)
:'(
You just my life very depressed.
:(
but I understand

[MileyRox1174]

Aw, I'm sorry for making you depressed ;) But I'm serious about that (what I posted above).

[PinkRubberDuckie]

ahhh! i loved it. it was a perfect birthday present = ]
aww. i'm sad you won't write anymore = [
but, whatever you have to do, you have to do.