Hey Camp rock fans. This is just a prologue, if you want I'll do the story but only if you want it.
I just thought of this. Please don't hate me.
This is all Shane's point of view. Maybe OOC to you unless you been to a funeral, trust me it's not fun. I had to do it the day after my birthday three years ago.
He didn't know how he'd get it through it without them. All of them.
The limo pulled into the parking lot, it was time to say goodbye. He hated that word so much right now.
He got out and his legs felt like jelly.
"Guys! I can't do this" Shane called out as he staggered a couple steps before falling to his knees.
"Yes, you can Shane, we'll carry you there if we have to" Nate said sternly.
"We're your friends Shane, we won't let you fall" Jason added.
Two boys grabbed his arms and put them around their shoulders. Nate Black and Jason Green, he couldn't have survived this without them.
His two best friends, band mates, and above anything his only brothers, were the only thing holding him up at this point.
Them and all of his other friends. Every person inside the church gave him a little more strength.
They all had come. Dee La Duke, Caitlyn Gellar, even Tess Tyler was in the church when the trio arrived. He saw faces, once happy and joyous now stricken with grief and sadness.
Every one of them owing the man they came to say their last respects to.
Someone sitting in the front row beside her parents stood. She walked down the aisle and nodded to the boys. Nate and Jason nodded back and wordlessly left the couple alone.
"Mitchie, you made it, thank you" Shane whispered to her as she took his arm. She smiled a small sad smile and nodded.
"I wouldn't miss it, I'm so sorry Shane" she whispered back. He put his arm around her and she put hers around his waist and the two went to the front.
They brushed past the casket. The sole reason they were there, a good man being laid to rest.
Shane didn't bother wiping at the tears as they fell again. He had been crying since he found out, why stop now?
Shane touched the casket, it's beautiful and cold white body that concealed his beloved mentor inside.
"Why? Why you uncle Brown? Why did you have to die?" he asked in a hushed voice to it.
Mitchie gave him a moment before steering him to their seats. It was time to lay Brown Cesario to rest.
Like I said, please don't hate me. But yes, in this tale, Brown will die. Aw, I know I'm terrible.
I've already started the first chapter, if you want me to post it, all I ask is a few reviews.