Disclaimer: I don't own any Disney characters etc… etc…

A/N: It's been a really long time since I wrote an M fic so fingers crossed that it's good! The M stuff isn't going to show up 'til a bit later. For now, it's just T for language...

I mostly never finish my stories so if anyone wants to pick up from where I left off, be my guest…

Tour Bus Drama: Chapter 1

The rain pattered against Mitchie's window, which was expected all day from the lingering grey clouds. The sound nearly overtook her radio which blasted her top hit, Who Will I Be? It was her last night to pack until she was off on tour with none other than Connect 3 and Mikayla. The Mikayla. The very same girl that Mitchie, not too long ago, waited on line for 2 hours for an autograph and a photo that Mikayla surely forgotten. As dreary as the day may seem, Mitchie felt like she was going to simply burst from excitement.

"I can't believe you're going to be gone all summer!" Angelina sighed.

Mitchie rolled her eyes. "Well, you'll be too busy at summer camp to miss me."

"No way! I'm totally going to miss my rock star best friend."

"I'm totally not a rock star. Not yet anyway."

"You already have two songs on the radio. You're a total rock star."

"Not yet. Just wait 'til I get back from the tour and we'll see how much everyone else likes me. So far, I'm just an opening act."

"You'll be awesome, Mitch. Just be careful of that Mikayla girl. I heard she's a royal pain to work with."

"Maybe. I've heard about some of her freak outs and how demanding she is, but I doubt she's that bad."

"Just try to be careful, Rock Star."

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Mitch already claimed her bed on the tour bus. There were two beds right across from one another with their own storage space above the bunk. Beyond their beds was the bathroom and you couldn't go any further than that without going out of the window of the bus. In the front was the driver (of course), then the lounge where she had to keep her key board and guitar. Right next to the lounge is where the mini kitchen is, which Mitchie was incredibly grateful for. Being on the tour with the many hours of rehearsal and shows, she'd definitely need coffee.

"Damn fly!" she swatted at it repeatedly with pictures that she brought with her. Some were of her family, some of her and Angelina, others were just scenery and the one with her and Mikayla.

It wasn't long until Mitchie heard someone approaching the bus. Too bad this person was wailing, screaming and demanding. It completely took the excitement out of seeing who it was. "Mikayla wants almonds a-sap!" she yelled, and quickly hung up.

"Margo, I didn't ask for almonds." Mitchie heard the familiar voice on the other end of the bus beyond the dividing door.

"They're not for you. They're for me."

"Then why didn't you say you wanted them."

"They'd get it to you faster than if…" Margo clicked open the door and revealed an incredibly nervous Mitchie who clung onto the hem of her pants. "Who are you?"

"Hi," Mitchie's voice cracked, completely intimidated and held out her hand. "I'm Mitchie."

Margo looked down at her hand and quickly disregarded it. "Why are you in Mikayla's tour bus?"

Mitchie withdrew her hand and forced it quickly back to her sides. "I was told that I would be staying in this bus."

Margo quickly turned away and began to dial. "I have some girl named Mitchell here claiming that she belongs on Mikayla's bus. What do you mean, share! Mikayla doesn't do share! I… She wants a separate bus immediately!" Margo stepped off the bus and continued to rant which became inaudible to both of the girls.

"I can't believe I'm meeting you!" Mitchie gushed. "Well, I've met you before but I doubt that you remember with all of the other fans that you've met, I doubt that you'd remember one person out of…"

"Yeah, yeah." Mikayla seemed completely uninterested. "You want an autograph or something?"

Though she was quite taken aback, she did her best to recover. "Actually, I have an autograph and even a picture!" Mitchie began to ruffle through her pictures that she was going to tape above her bed and pulled out the one of her and Mikayla during a signing after one of her concerts.

"Oh, you're that girl that won some kind of concert or something, right?" she rolled her eyes, which made Mitchie clear her throat.

"Yeah, and now I have a record deal. I'm your opening act."

"I'm sharing a bus with my opening act?" she scoffed. "We'll see." As Mikayla turned her back to walk off the bus, Mitchie was left on the bus alone and completely shut down. It was the same feeling she had when she asked Kyle Stevenson to the Junior Prom and he turned her down. He turned her down, and he's the one with the extreme over bite and horrid BO.

Margo returned in a matter of minutes with beads of sweat that formed on her forehead and with Mikayla who had an expression that Mitchie was unable to determine. "It looks like you girls are sharing a bus." She huffed, obviously displeased. "You girls play nice 'cause I'm going to be in the bus right behind you." Mitchie gulped. She imagined Margo supersized and chasing after the bus after hearing Mitchie didn't shine Mikayla's shoes when she requested her to. She did her best to stop the ends of her mouth from curling. "I logged your schedule into your blackberry. We're going to be stopping in 6 hours so make sure you have everything."

Mikayla nodded. "I got it, Margo." Mitchie watched as Margo's third chin lapped just above her clavicle. Though, as disgusting as it looked, it was quite fascinating. She felt that if she stared long enough, she would hear a croak leave her mouth as her chins inflate and for her to catch that pesky fly with her tongue.

"Good!" she directed her piercing stare towards Mitchie before she left the bus.

As soon as Margo left, Mikayla didn't waste any time pulling out her MP3 and rolling over. Mitchie sat down on her bed and tried to process her situation: she is on a bus with The Mikayla who is totally uninterested of the little people.

So much for playing the license plate game…