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Chapter 13:

Mitchie POV

"Mitchie, Mitchie, Mitchie! WAKE UP!" A voice yelled in my ear. I recognized it as Caitlyn's even though I was still half-asleep. I had stayed up half the night with Shane and my mom, and I wanted my beauty sleep.

I mumbled something incoherent and turned over. Soon, I felt my cover fall of me and into the ground. I shivered as the cold hit me.

"Nate's coming, Mitch! Wake up!" Caitlyn shook my shoulder, excitedly.

"Alright, alright, calm down, Cait!" I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I walked over to the bathroom with a towel and new clothes, took a quick shower, and then dried my hair into the straightness it usually stayed in. I got dressed in black skinny jeans, a red flowery top, and a white cardigan. I opened the door to let Caitlyn know I was ready.

"Can you help me? I don't know what to wear!" She immediately asked.

"I'll help you if you help me with my make-up." I offered, already heading to her closet.

"Deal." I picked out her normal blue skinnies, yellow tank, and a grey cardigan.

"We match. The boys will be able to find us easily." I told her.

She quickly put the outfit on, and then fixed her hair. She chose her grey Converse, while I put on my boots.

"Make-up time," Caitlyn sang. I groaned. Caitlyn did her own, before fixing me in my normal natural make-up style. She knows me well, even though we just met this summer.

By the time we were finished, my hyper friend was hopping up the hill to the Mess Hall.

I reassured her that she looked beautiful, before she opened the Hall doors. We got our normal breakfast before sitting with Barron, Sander and Lola. They didn't bother asking her what was up because she had already told everyone at our table several times. I shook my head, laughing at my chatting friends.

Sadly, Shane was not with us. He got up early today to record at Brown's recording cabin. His band mates were joining him when they got here.

Caitlyn checked her phone, squealed and ran out of the Hall. I stood up, told our friends "Bye,", and then threw away Cait's and my plates. I slowly followed out the door, not wanting to interrupt the couple. When I came into view, Nate and Caitlyn were glued together, whispering.

"Hey Cait, nice squealing you got there." I winked.

"And Nate, a pleasure to meet you again," I shook his hand, smiling.

"You too. Congrats about Shane. Caity hasn't stopped talking about you guys." He answered, grinning at his girlfriend's name.

They are too cute; they're still going strong after two years of tours and being apart! I hope Shane and I can accomplish that.

"Happy anniversary to you guys, by the way!"

"Thanks, Mitch." Caitlyn replied, gazing into Nate's eyes.

Smiling to myself, I waved at them, and then walked to Brown's cabin to say hi to Jason.

"Mitchie! Shaney is not being nice to me!" Jason whined as soon as he opened the door of the cabin. He squished me into one of his famous hugs. I gasped for breath.

"Yeah, because you called me Shaney! Mitchie's the only one who can." He replied.

"Don't worry about Shaney, Jason." I told the older boy. I walked over to my boyfriend, smoothed out his fake scowl, and leaned into his chest, while his arms went around me.

"Where's Nate?" Shane asked as Jason went back to tuning his guitar.

"Being all lovey-dovey with his girlfriend, what else?" I laughed.

Shane's arms tightened and I could hear his chest vibrate as chuckled.

"They haven't seen each other since Caitlyn's birthday in April." Shane told me.

"By the way, you look beautiful." Shane twirled me around, grinning.

I giggled. "Why thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, my lady." Shane humored me. I sighed, he is so adorable!

I leaned in to kiss him, when all of a sudden, the door banged open, and Nate came in, fixing his messy hair. Hmm, I wonder if he was kissing Cait….

"Nate, you're here! Good, because those two were about to kiss!" Jason told his brother, shuddering. Shane pouted, and I quickly kissed it away.

"Bye boys!" I told them, running down the cabin stairs.

"Come back!" Shane whined unhappily. I smirked, skipping to my mom's kitchen.

"Hey Mom! I think you should make fried chicken for dinner tonight," I suggested, putting my apron on.

"That was my plan, Mija. Here, I made coleslaw yesterday; can you put it in the containers in the storage?" She asked, pointing a hand towards the door behind her, the other hand still stirring the mashed potatoes.

I nodded, getting out enough containers for the camp and a bit extra. I turned the radio on (coincidently it was a Connect 3 song), and began to dish the yummy salad into the containers. It was not silent, for my mom and I were yelling the lyrics of the song. Soon, people would be coming to check on our sanity…

"Tell the deejay to play our song; are you ready to rock and roll? LIVE…TO…PARTY!" I shouted.

Caitlyn came in, rubbing her ears. "Goodness, Mitch! Quiet down!"

"Are you saying I don't have a good voice?" My mom suddenly questioned.

"Uh, of course… not, Mrs. T!" Caitlyn said unsurely.
"Don't worry; I don't think I have a good voice either. I don't know where Mitchie got her talent, because her father isn't that great of a singer either." I nodded enthusiastically. You don't want to hear him singing in the shower. It will scare you.

We all laughed. "Do you want any help?" Caitlyn asked.

"Sure, do you know how to make gravy?" Mom asked her.
"No….but I bet Mitchie can. I can switch jobs with her," She suggested.

I gave her the coleslaw, and showed her the amount to put in the container, before heading to a water-filled pot. I make good gravy; you see my dad's family moved to the South after he was born, and he taught me how to make most southern food. It is part of why I like fried chicken so much.

"Hey Cait, what do you want to do until the boys' performance?" I looked at the clock, it was 11:30, and we were done. My mom was still making chicken but she told us to go have fun after we finished.

"We could go rehearse our Final Jam performance!" Caitlyn hinted. We have been trying to pick one of my songs for the past week, and we had finally picked the song that I wrote after I came to Camp and reconciled with Shane. It's called, "This is Me." Caitlyn was going to do the piano and the background for me.

I nodded, agreeing. We put our aprons away, and then headed to our cabin.

She got her computer ready while I put on the headphones. She counted me in.

"I've always been the kind of girl…"

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