Chapter One: Back to Camp Rock

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock


"Journey to Camp Rock, take two."

Nineteen year old Shane Gray glared at the video camera thrust in his face.

"So Shane", Jason started, "how does it feel to be heading back to the place where it all connected? Again?"

Shane shoved the camera away.

"I'll tell you how it feels to shove that camera down someone's throat!"

"Well jeez, somebody's cranky," Jason pouted.

"He's just upset that his girl won't be coming to Camp this year", Nate spoke up with a smirk.

"Shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"Guys!", Jason yelled out, "Let's try and keep the peace. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, and breathe out."

The two younger boys narrowed their eyes at Jason.

"What did I do?"

two hours later.

"Are we there yet?" Jason whined.

""No!"" Shane and Nate yelled in unison.

"What? Aren't you guys happy we are going to be instructoring together?"

"Is that even a word?" Shane asked.

"What word?"

"Instructoring"

Jason shrugged and aimed the camera at Nate.

"I just want to get there. Fast." Nate said annoyed.

"Ditto" Shane added.


The limo finally pulled up to the Camp twenty minutes later. Jason bounced out like a Jack-in-a-box or should I say, a Jason-in-a-box. Nate followed, awkwardly dragging Shane out.

The members of Connect Three took a moment to gaze at the sight of their beloved Camp Rock. Still as beautiful as ever.

Shane took a good look, and his jaw dropped. He gripped Nate's arm tightly, digging his nails into his skin.

"Ow! Shane, let go!"

"That's…t-that's…" Shane stuttered.

"Yes, Shane. A truck. Now let go!" Nate exclaimed.

"Connie's Catering…" Shane muttered.

"Hey, isn't that Mitchie's Mom's business?" Jason asked, slightly confused.

"Yes! She's here!" Shane grinned excitedly.

"Then go find her!" Nate said, pushing him away.

He rubbed his sore arm, then looked up to face Jason's camera.

"Finally some good footage!"


Mitchie Torres carried a box full of supplies into the kitchen, where her mother, Connie Torres, was busy setting up.

"Finally, the last one!" She said dramatically.

"Thanks Mitchie", Connie replied.

Mitchie surprised her with a hug.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to come back."

"Don't thank me", she said as she hugged back, "Thank Brown for calling me back. Who knew all those kids would love my food?"

"I knew, mom."

A throat cleared behind her.

Mitchie turned around to see quite the sight. Someone, decked out in a full body wetsuit, flippers, mask and snorkel. Over that, a life jacket was clipped on. To complete the outfit, two oars were propped on his shoulder.

"Shane?"

He spat out the snorkel.

"Hey Mitchie. Long time no see."

She rushed over to give him a hug.

"Shane! I'm so glad you're here!", she backed up slightly. "What in the world are you wearing?"

"I came over to ask you to a canoe ride. However, with your rowing skills, you can never be too careful."

"You jerk!"

She turned around to face her mom.

"Go ahead! I'm almost done in here", Connie said.

"Thanks mom!"


"Shane! You're doing it all wrong!"

"Like you can do any better", he replied.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"So, what's the Superstar doing here at Camp? Got in trouble again?" Mitchie asked as they rowed away from the dock.

"Didn't you hear? Camp Rock hired only the hottest rock stars to come and teach."

Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"So then what are you doing here?" She taunted.

"Like I said-- hey!"

"Oh look! Caitlyn's here. Let's go say hi." Mitchie said

"Don't change the subject!" Shane complained.

"Start rowing back." Mitchie ordered.

"Yes Ma'am" Shane said with a mock salute.


Caitlyn was on her laptop- no surprise there. As she was testing out some tunes, she didn't notice Mitchie creep up behind her.

"Guess who", she said as she covered Caitlyn's eyes.

"Mitchie! You came!" She stood up quickly to give her friend a hug.

"I didn't see you pull in. Where were you?" Caitlyn asked.

Mitchie shrugged. "Oh you know…on the lake…"

Caitlyn raised her eyebrow as she spotted Shane coming up from the dock.

"I see…"

Shane waved at Caitlyn before scanning the ever-growing crowd. That's when he noticed a certain someone chatting with Brown.

"Bianca?"

A/N: Oooh cliffy... wonder who she is...oh, I already know...

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