Hey, guys. I'm sorry I didn't finish the first story but, I will finish this one. Forbidden Fruit. Hope you like it. Shane/Mitchie. Smitchie.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Lol. :P
Mitchie smiled brightly as her mother pulled into the dirt road of Camp Rock, her dream place. She has only imagined of going here a million times. She silently thanked her parents and God for bringing her here. She was so excited that she literally jumped out of her seat as soon as the car stopped. She breathed in the amazing scent that was the one and only Camp Rock.
She looked around the fascinating camp, scanning the happy teenagers talking to their friends. Her gaze suddenly went to a black limo that pulled up. The driver got out and opened the door. A thin blonde slowly stepped out. She looked pure evil. Mitchie wasn't usually one to judge, but as she scanned the girls' clothes, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. Obviously, the blonde girl thought she was better than everyone else. But, being the sweet girl she is, Mitchie stopped herself from thinking rude about a human being.
As she was to busy looking around, she accidentally bumped into a small curly haired girl. "Oh, sorry." Mitchie immediately apologized. "It's cool. Hi, I'm Caitlyn Gellar, future music producer." The girl sweetly took out her hand for Mitchie to shake, which Mitchie did. "Hi, I'm Mitchie Torres. No title." She smiled. "Nice to meet ya'. Wanna' check out my stuff?" Caitlyn asked, talking about her producing. Mitchie nodded kindly. Caitlyn pressed a button on her laptop and an amazing beat flowed through her ears.
It stopped after a few seconds. Mitchie applauded, loving the beat. "That was really good Caitlyn. Maybe one day you could make a sound for one of my songs." Mitchie joked, but was half serious. "You write?" Caitlyn asked. Mitchie nodded. "Yeah, my parents say I'm good, but I'm not really self confident." Mitchie blushed a little.
Caitlyn smiled reassuringly. "I bet you're great at it. I'd love to here one of your songs later on." "Of course." Mitchie agreed happily.
Suddenly, a woman with red hair ran up onto the stage with a black microphone in her hand. "Hey campers! I'm Dee, for those of you who are new. Welcome to Camp Rock. Here you will create your sound, dance, learn vocals, learn how to write, and it goes on and on, but you'll find out the rest later." She laughed a little as two boys ran onto stage and started to rap and dance. Everyone danced along with them. "Alright, alright. Thank you Barron and Sander. Everyone just needs to get settled into their cabins today and have dinner. The real stuff can start tomorrow. I hope you all have fun at Camp Rock." Dee smiled big and walked off stage as everyone applauded and walked off to their cabins.
Mitchie suddenly remembers that she left her mom alone to carry all the bags and says a quick 'goodbye' to Caitlyn, also telling her she'd catch up with her during dinner.
"Sorry mom." Mitchie apologizes as she sees her mom trying to get everything out of the large truck. You see, the only reason Mitchie could afford camp was because her mother agreed to being the cook and Mitchie would help out in the kitchen.
"Oh, it's okay sweetie." Connie Torres smiled. "Just help me unload and unpack and you can go off to dinner. You can start helping in the kitchen tomorrow. Get to know everyone today." She finished off. Mitchie smiled gratefully at her mother and helped her unload than unpack.
"I don't wanna' waste my time at some stupid summer camp!" Shane Gray, lead singer from one of the worlds most loved bands, screamed angrily. "Dude, we used to go to this camp once." Nate Sanders slightly glared at his older band mates' attitude. "Yeah, man. This is where we became Connect 3. Where we… connected." Jason Bishop, the oldest and goofiest, of the band members smiled. Nate and Shane looked at him and shook their heads slightly.
"Whatever. I'm not going." Shane crossed his arms over his chest like an angry five year old. Nate and Jason rolled their eyes, used to his juvenile behavior.
"Hey, can you make me a bird house?" Jason asked, dumbly. No one knew why, but Jason's always had an obsession over birds.
Shane gave him a cold glare right before the limo stopped. "Bye, man. Have a great summer." Nate chuckled at the look Shane gave him. He groaned before opening the door to the limo and walking out with his checkered guitar case. He slammed the door shut.
Nate rolled down the window. "By the way, we promised the winner to Final Jam would get to record a duet with you!" He yelled before the limo started to move. "What!" Shane was in disbelief.
Mitchie walked into the cafeteria and scanned the room. Her eyes landed on Caitlyn who was waving her hand in the air.
Mitchie smiled and walked to Caitlyn who was sitting with a few others, having recognized the two boys who jumped onto stage a few hours ago. "Hey, Mitchie. This is Barron, Sander, and Lola." Caitlyn introduced, pointing at each one of them. They all exchanged 'hi's'.
Mitchie got her dinner and sat back down with her new friends, going into an immediate conversation with them. Suddenly, the cafeteria doors open loudly and in walks Shane Gray with everyone staring at him.
He rolls his eyes at the immediate attention. Mitchie's lips slightly parted, surprised to see Shane Gray. Caitlyn caught the look on Mitchie's face and answered her. "Shane Gray got sent to camp after he walked out on that music video set. People think he'll change if he goes back to where he first discovered his music." Caitlyn explained.
Mitchie nodded. "Oh, yeah. I heard about the storming off set thing, but I didn't know he was coming here."
"Yeah, he's teaching dance class. I bet he'll go into full diva mode when he finds out." Lola rolled her eyes. Mitchie couldn't help but laugh at the statement.
