This is Me

Not as many reviews as I had originally anticipated; but that's okay because the ones I did get were very cheerful. This sucks though. I have naturally dry skin, so my mom was like, put baby oil on! and now I'm sliding off/around my chair. Haha.

Disclaimer: groan I don't own.

Warnings: Language, I guess.

Jason and Peggy glanced at each other, a bit unsure of what was going on. Nate dropped his sheet music to look over at Shane and Mitchie. Nothing. Confused, he went back to adding and correcting. Jason was the first to speak.

"Why are you guys not sucking face?" He asked bluntly, and Peggy blushed for her friend. Mitchie laughed and Shane groaned.

"Because, Jase, we decided to go a bit slower. Neither of us was really comfortable with how intimate we had been." Shane explained, his arms around Mitchie. "Though we'd be more than happy to 'suck face' if it's what you guys want." He added, grinning. Jason and Nate shook their heads quickly, a panicked look in their eyes.

Peggy shrugged. "I don't really care. You guys are pretty much adorable no matter what you're doing." She stated, strumming at her guitar randomly. "Ohh! That sounded good! Nate, throw me some blank paper." She ordered happily.

Mitchie leaned against Shane, watching the rain fall on the highway. "What are you thinking about Mitchie?" Shane asked, interlocking his fingers on her stomach. She looked up at him, smiling softly.

"Stuff. The rain. You. Stuff." She shrugged, closing her eyes and shifting slightly on his lap. Shane thought for a moment.

"What kinda stuff?" He asked, resting his head on one of the throw pillows. Mitchie giggled, and flipped over so she was facing him.

"Stuff. Like...this is almost unreal. One minute I'm sitting at home, seeing your face on TV, and the next I'm at camp, and I'm meeting you. And then, I'm dating you and we're recording a song together...and it's just...crazy. You know?" She murmured, shivering a little. Shane pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and spread it over her, kissing her slowly.

"It is crazy, because if you think that I almost didn't stay at Camp Rock, we would have missed all this." Shane agreed, rubbing her arms to warm her up. Nate glanced up from the music.

"And then Shane would still be an asshole, and we wouldn't be on tour." Nate added. Jason turned and glanced at them too.

"So we've got Mitchie to thank for a lot of what's going on right now." Jason put in. "Hey! Can you build me a birdhouse?" He asked, and Mitchie giggled.

"I'll see what my dad can do. He owns a hardware store." She promised, resting her head on Shane's chest. Jason let out a whoop of joy and turned back to his crossword puzzle. "I love you." She mouthed to Shane, who smiled.

"I love you too. Now, I think it's time we had our first official date, don't you?" He suggested and Mitchie's eyes widened.

"I thought the canoe thing was our first date!" She protested, looking confused. He shook his head, laughing.

"No, that was fun, but I wouldn't call it our first official date. So. What do you want to do?" Shane asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Uhm. I really don't know. Surprise me?" She suggested, giving him a big smile. He laughed and nodded.

"Hmmm. Surprise date. Okay. I can do that." Shane said thoughtfully. "You look tired. Are you tired?" He asked, looking at her closely. She shook her head and yawned.

"Okay, maybe I'm a little bit tired." She admitted, yawning again. "I'm going to go to sleep on you, okay?" Mitchie asked, not really expecting an answer. With that, she laid her head down on his chest, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around him.

Shane smiled and held her close to him. "Nate, if you say anything, I will kill you." He said seriously, closing his eyes. Nate held his hands up innocently.

"Wasn't gonna say a word man. Not a word." He swore, grinning. Peggy rolled her eyes and quietly took a picture of the two.

Mitchie opened her eyes and kissed Shane softly. "You smell good." She murmured, kissing him lightly once more before going back to sleep as the rain continued to pour down all around the bus.

Shane awoke a few hours later, coughing and wet. Nate stood over him, with what had been a glass of water. "What the hell?" He sputtered, glaring up at his friend. Nate shrugged.

"You looked comfortable." He offered, grinning. Shane groaned and flipped so his face was buried in the pillow. It took a minute to sink in.

"Wait. Where's Mitchie?" Shane asked, shooting up from the couch. Peggy glanced up from her bowl of macaroni and cheese and pointed to the back bedroom. Shane stood up and walked down the hall, tapping on the door. Mitchie opened it, and smiled.

"Hey." She whispered, hugging him. He returned the hug, then picked her up and dropped her on the bed. She smiled at him innocently.

"Is everything okay?" Shane asked, running his fingers through her long hair. She nodded, a bit unconvincingly. "Mitchie. What's wrong? You can tell me anything." He reassured her, rubbing her hand with his thumb.

"I know. And it's not really a big deal but—" Mitchie started, put Shane put one finger over her mouth, looking into her eyes.

"No. If you're upset, it's a big deal, okay? You're a big deal to me. And if you're upset, I'm upset. Now tell me what's wrong." He whispered, pulling her onto his lap and leaning back.

"I'm just afraid of actually performing...actually recording This is Me and you know, singing it. I'm scared people won't like it—Shane, I'm not sure I can do this." She said in one breath, biting her lip. Shane paused for a minute.

"You were amazing at Final Jam. You stole everyone's hearts, including mine. You don't have to record it, but I think it would do amazingly well. And you can do it. You don't have to, but I'd be very happy if you did." He finished, sliding his hands under her shirt and rubbing her stomach soothingly.

"Shane." She said sharply, glancing down at his hands. He removed them, and linked them behind his head casually.

"Sorry. You're just so soft and warm and I love to touch you." He didn't sound sorry, and Mitchie had caught onto that fact. "And I'm controlling myself, I know I know." Shane added, kissing her cheek. "But you're very cuddly. Did you know that? You're incredibly cuddly."

Mitchie giggled. "No, I was not aware that I was cuddly. But I don't know, I mean, I love being with you, being on tour with you. I'm just not sure if I was made to be a performer. I'm sorry." She said sincerely.

Shane nodded. "I understand. But do you want to try it once? And see how you like it? I'll even sing with you if you want. Or not, if you don't want." He offered, kissing the top of her head.

"I'd like that." Mitchie whispered, then corrected herself. "I'd like you singing with me." Shane laughed and shifted so he was holding himself up over her. He gave her a pleading look. "Yes Shane?" She asked, smiling up at him.

"I really really really want to kiss you." He murmured, caressing the side of her face gently. She giggled and bit her lip.

"Why don't you then?" She asked sincerely, and he groaned, dropping down so he was pressed against her.

"Because I'll get too into it, and then my self control will slowly start to fade." Shane stated wisely. "Wait. I have an idea." He announced, climbing off the bed and dragged her with him. As they made their way into the common room, Nate glanced up.

"You were quiet again." He said suspiciously, glancing between them. Shane ignored him and laid Mitchie down on the couch before crawling up next to her.

"What are we doing?" She asked, and was silenced by her boyfriend's lips on hers. His hands found her hips and held her in place as he sank down on top of her. Ignoring Nate's protests, Shane placed a leg on either side of her and cupped her face as he explored her mouth. Mitchie latched her hands at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her.

"I hope you don't mind getting a little wet." Shane mumbled through the embrace, sliding his hands down again, over her curves. Mitchie gave him a quizzical look, and shrieked a little as he flipped them over so she was pressed between the couch cushions and his body. "Oh, and this is your warning," He added, before squeezing her gently. Instead of the squeal or shriek he expected, Mitchie moaned into the embrace, wrapping a leg around his waist and pulling him closer. "Mitchie, you're really pushing my self control here." Shane murmured, pulling away briefly.

"I don't care, you started it." She mumbled, pressing her lips to his. Shane grinned and continued to kiss her longingly. Fed up, Nate rose from his chair and filled a glass with water. Walking carefully so he'd be silent, he stood near them and poured the water onto them. Mitchie screamed and shot up from the couch.

Shane shook his head, water droplets sprinkling everyone. "Meet Nate, my personal, portable, always reliable, cold shower." He said, laughing. Mitchie giggled and turned to Shane.

"Was this what you meant by 'I hope you don't mind getting a little wet' Shane?" Mitchie asked, wringing her hair out. Shane nodded and laughed.

"I can always count on Nate to keep me from getting too carried away." Shane said, "and I'm not totally sure if that's a good or a bad thing." Mitchie giggled and wrapped her arms around him.

"For our purposes, it was a good thing." Mitchie told Nate, who rolled his eyes and sat back down in his usual chair.

"I figured as much." Nate admitted, picking up his magazine and sandwich. Shane muttered something, but pecked Mitchie gently on the lips and stretched across the couch.

"What do you want to watch?" He asked Mitchie, flipping the remote in his hand. She shrugged and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"Anything but Sponge Bob." She stated, and both Shane and Nate's jaws dropped.

"But that's like the best show ever!" Nate protested, jumping up and running to the first bedroom. "Jason! Mitchie doesn't like Sponge Bob!" He yelled through the door, pounding on it. The door flung open and Jason ran out into the common room.

"You don't like Sponge Bob?" He demanded, hands on his hips. Mitchie shook her head, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"Mitchie, this is serious! You've got to see that dude. Hang on. Oh! Guys, it's on! Jason, get Peggy." Shane ordered, flipping to the show.

Jason ran back to her room and dragged her out. "Guys, I really don't see what this is such a big deal." Mitchie protested, turning her attention to Shane.

"OH SWEET! Dudes, it's the episode where he rips his pants!" Nate cheered, throwing himself into his chair. Peggy and Jason shared the other recliner and Mitchie groaned.

"Are we seriously going to watch this whole thing?" She asked, groaning. "Shane, please don't make me do this. Please." Mitchie begged, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him her most adorable pout.

"If you will watch this one episode of Sponge Bob, I will do anything you ask." Shane promised, smiling at her. "Anything." He repeated, and she bit her lip.

"Fine."

30 minutes later, Mitchie turned to Shane. "That was torture." She declared, grabbing his hand and taking him down the hall. "And now, you're going to hold up your end of the deal." She shut the bedroom door.

Jason and Peggy looked at each other. "Ut-oh!" They cried, giggling. Nate groaned and slid down in his chair.

"Sponge Bob is on again. Turn it up." He begged, and Jason snatched the remote from Shane's vacated seat.

Shane glanced down at his girlfriend who had just shut the door. "What are we doing?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. Mitchie smiled at him.

"You promised to do anything I wanted. And right now, I just want you to lay me on that bed and kiss me senseless." Mitchie whispered, biting her lip. Shane smiled and kissed her softly.

"That's not something I'll have a problem doing." He mumbled, scooping her up, only to lay her down gently a moment later. Shane stretched out next to her, cupping her face in his hands and connecting their mouths slowly. Mitchie tangled her fingers in his hair, drawing him closer to her. "Senseless yet?" Shane teased, pulling away for a minute.

"Nuh uh, I think I need a bit more." She moaned, crashing her lips onto his. Shane slid his hand down her back, pressing her against him as he parted her lips, letting his tongue slide in. Mitchie mumbled something, moving her hands from his hair to his face, keeping him in place. Neither of them noticed Jason opening the door for Peggy.

"God, it's like porn or something." Jason muttered, a bit disgusted by his friend. Peggy hit him quietly and raised her camera.

"They'll thank me later," she whispered, quickly snapping a few dozen pictures of the couple. "Okay, done. Let's get out of here." Peggy declared, backing up quietly. And as quickly as they were inside; they were out without the couple noticing.

Mitchie broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. "I need to catch my breath. I didn't know you could kiss like that." She took several deep breaths and bit her lip.

"You okay? Didn't mean to get you so worked up." Shane laughed, brushing the hair out of her eyes. She glared at him playfully.

"You did so." She teased, climbing off the bed and standing in front of the mirror, studying herself. Shane got off the bed and stood behind her, hands linked through her arms and resting delicately on her stomach.

"You're beautiful, inside and out." Shane whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Mitchie looked at the mirror, meeting his gaze.

"Sorry about kinda losing control back there." She blushed lightly, looking down. Shane laughed and shook his head.

"I don't mind. It was kinda fun actually." He mumbled, grinning at her. Mitchie giggled picked up the brush laying on the bedside table, proceeding to fix her hair. "One of the great things about being on tour is that no one really cares if you look like you have sex hair." Shane commented, studying his unruly hair in the mirror.

Mitchie laughed and took his hand. "Let's go watch more Sponge Bob." She giggled, opening the door. Shane stopped suddenly, staring at her.

"I thought you said it was torture!" He cried, spinning her around and staring into her eyes. She shrugged and giggled again.

"After kissing you, anything is good." She teased, and his jaw dropped in mock hurt. He clasped a hand to his chest, pretending to faint—or die, Mitchie wasn't sure.

"I'm hurt." He gasped, closing his eyes and turning away from her.

"I'm sorry." Mitchie promised, kissing him on the cheek. "Kissing you is one of my favorite hobbies. Sponge Bob doesn't even come close to you." She whispered. "Though that one episode was kinda funny..." She trailed off and raced him to the couch.

"Mitchie Torres, you're in trouble!" Shane yelled, a joking tone in his voice. She giggled and quickly hid behind Jason.

"Hide me! Save me!" She shrieked, darting over to behind Nate's chair and back to Jason again. As she moved, Shane pounced and caught her mid-motion, He spun her around, both of them laughing. Peggy silently raised her camera, smiling, and took the shot.

Awwe. Has anyone guessed what's coming yet? Allume a Pense probably has, but that's cus she's frekkin psychic. Hahaha. Anyway. Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Our operators (me) are standing by to talk to you! (Sorry. I just saw a Safe Auto commercial, and that's stuck in my head now.)