Okay so it's been forever since I updated. I was kinda neglecting the story, but Bethy begged me to finish it..
So last chapter.
And check out "The Middle" my other camp rock fanfic and "Conflict" my princess protection and camp rock crossover.. please.. pretty please..
By the troubled look on Mitchie's face, I knew something was wrong.
The assistant counted out the change slowly, whilst dialling a number. "Perfect."
She grinned a grin I knew too well. I had a name for girls like her; Video girls.
I put on some sunglasses and grabbed Mitchie's hand. "I think that's the time to go."
"So do I." Abigail said, as she snatched the change from the assistant's hand. Then we ran. We didn't stop until we were in the car, speeding back towards Mitchie's house.
"Shane, are you ashamed of me?" Mitchie asked as we walked up her driveway, after Abigail had dropped us off.
"Of course not." I shook my head as we walked into her house. "But we both know your stepdad finding out I'm here won't do you any good."
"You're right about that." Steve was standing in the living room his arms folded.
"You're.. you're early." Mitchie stuttered.
"Your mom went to get some groceries.. we only came back cos she was worried about you." Steve hissed. "She had the right to be worried."
I felt sick at the sight of him. Pervert. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled something out. A knife.
"Shit, Mitchie, run!" I screamed at my girlfriend.
"NO!" She shrieked back as Steve walked towards me. "This isn't Shane's fault, please!"
"Mitchie I said run!" I screamed even louder at her.
Tears ran down her cheeks. I wanted to hold her tight and say things would be fine, but it didn't seem that way.
Steve lunged towards me and Mitchie dove in the way. The knife dug deep into her stomach.
"NO!" I screamed, grabbing her and she fell backwards, shrieking with pain.
"I warned you!" Steve hissed. He grabbed his car keys and ran out to his car, driving away.
"Mitch!" I grabbed a cloth and pressed it against her wound. She was as white as a ghost as the blood poured out.
I grabbed the phone and called for an ambulance, before turning my attention back to her.
"Everything's gonna be okay.. I promise you. " I told her as she sobbed. "Try not to cry.. please Mitch."
"Shane.. I... I love you."
"I love you too." I wiped away her tears before returning to apply pressure to her wound.
Her lip began to tremble as she looked up at me. "Please.. you have to keep my mom safe."
"Don't talk like that." I told her, my heart racing. I felt like I was going to vomit. "You're gonna be fine."
"Shane, I'm weak. I feel so tired."
"Stay awake, please Mitchie." I begged her, tears brimming in my eyes.
"I can't Shane. I love you." She closed her eyes.
"Mitchie!" I kissed her forehead and cradled her. "Please Mitchie, wake up!"
My heart tore in two. Mitchie...
Her breathing stopped as did her heart. I swear that's the real moment I died too. I couldn't take it. I was angry and hurt.
My best friend. My girlfriend. My favourite person in the whole wide world. I couldn't let her face this alone.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed another knife before returning to her side.
"I love you Mitchie." I whispered, holding her hand in mine. I moved her hand so that she stabbed me directly in the heart and then in the stomach.
Blood poured out of my wounds and I collapsed beside her.
The world was spinning. I watched her pale body lie still beside mine. Not long now my love... the pain will go away.
I winced, ripping the knife out of my second wound. More blood trickled out and I felt even weaker than before.
I never would have believed our story would have ended up like Romeo and Juliet's love story.
Forbidden to see each other and dying beside the girl I loved.
I had never thought about how I would die before, but dying with the one I loved seemed like a good place to go.
My eyes closed and everything stopped.
I love you forever, Mitchie Torres...
Sorry if you cried at that! I did whilst typing!
I just always do happy endings.. in a way it is.. I guess..
Well read my other fanfics for more Smitchie..
Over and out,