Author's Note: I'm back, with a new one, and still no updates for the other stories, don't worry I'm working. This was based off a dream actually, and I figured it'd make a kick butt story. It'll switch between present time, Nate telling Shane's story to Mitchie after he found out she was lying, and Nate's story/the past or the story of Shane and the girl. If it get's confusing, tell me and I'll find someway to make it clearer. This is present time, Nate's introduction to the story. The italics and bold italics are Nate and Nate's inner Nate arguing.
Summary: "Um, you see, Shane wasn't always the complete jerk he is today, or at least the jerk he is in public. In case you've gotten the wrong idea, which all of society has, Shane hates-I mean loathes-being famous." Shane/OC Shane Grey was forced to sacrifice love to get to his place today, and he regrets every single award, hit song, and object that comes with fame, because if he had his way, it never would have happened.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, although Joe Jonas would be perfectly fine. I mean come on, has anyone seen his hair at the KCA's? I do own Alyse though, so there. And well the events that will be based off my dream. ONWARDS, HUZZAH!
As much as Nate wanted to continue walking and ignore the crying girl by the dock, he couldn't. His mind was screaming at him to keep on, run past the clearing, and never look back-scratch that-his mind was throwing every possible insult at him to make his legs keep on walking towards Shane's cabin.
He knew he looked crazy, possibly legally insane, talking to himself with his back pressed firmly to a large oak, fists clenched, and eyes squeezed shut.
This isn't your story to tell.
But she has to know it isn't completely her fault.
Shane swore you to secrecy.
But it's Mitchie.
Don't you understand the rules of dibs? She changed him. He likes her. You're a little too late.
I can't let her blame herself, she doesn't deserve it.
She lied to him and to everyone else. It was only fair.
She just wanted to fit in-and Tess-well she's a ---
"Hello?" A slightly strained voice floated up from the dock and Nate froze before awkwardly stepping out from behind the tree.
"Hi, I'm sorry; I was just walking back to Shane's cabin. I'm Nate, one third of Connect Three." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked down to the dock where Mitchie was huddled, hands hugged around her knees.
"I'm Mitchie, but I'm sure Shane has already told you what a lying, deceiving harlot I am." Nate knew who she was, of course he did. Since he and Jason decided to visit for a few more days after recording 'Play My Music,' Nate knew how things went down between the two and had taken to following her around like a puppy, a puppy ducking into the trees so she wouldn't know it was him. Camp Rock had already isolated itself from her and he found it easy to be around her because there weren't a dozen or so screaming girls around.
"I believe I heard lying, but I don't think anyone could ever call you a harlot." She narrowed her eyes at him and he grimaced. "I mean-there's something you need to hear."
"If it's about Shane I don't want to-"
"Mitchie," Nate sat down beside her and placed a hand on her arm. "It is about Shane, but this story explains everything. He may have completely exploded at you, but he had good enough reason." He was speaking faster now, the adrenaline forcing the words out.
"I'm leaving." Nate grabbed her arm and pulled her backwards.
"Mitchie. I'm not defending him, I just, a lot happened to him while we were at Camp Rock as campers and he should be telling you this-but I feel obligated, I don't want you to keep blaming yourself and he's obviously acting too immature to talk things out with you."
"Fine Nate, I'll listen." She sat down again and let her legs hang over the side of the dock. He sat down beside her and dipped his own feet into the cool water.
He felt like throwing up, maybe it was the hamburger he ate a little while ago. Or the anxiety building up inside of him at reliving his camper years at Camp Rock and the story Shane swore he would never tell, let alone mention, again. Nevertheless, Nate took a deep ragged breath and began.
"Um, you see, Shane wasn't always the complete jerk he is today, or at least the jerk he is in public. In case you've gotten the wrong idea, which all of society has, Shane hates-I mean loathes-being famous."
"What?" Mitchie's head shot up as her mouth hung wide open.
"I told you everyone has the wrong idea. Don't get me wrong, he loves music, it's his passion, but he blames everything that has happened on it. That's why he acts like a complete as-jerk. When we were offered a record deal at the end of Final Jam we didn't know what we were getting ourselves into, much less what we would have to sacrifice."
"Where is this all going, what does sacrifice have anything to do with it?" Her tone was biting, sarcastic.
"There was a girl. One-"
"Are you kidding me?" Nate's features twisted into a scowl.
"Mitchie, you don't get it do you? Shane was in love with her and a tiny part of me thinks he still is. He'll deny every bit of it now, I can promise you that, but I know he was. When he signed that record deal, he was never told that meant he was signing her away too. You know those corporate types, we didn't know we'd end up being manipulated into not dropping the label let alone singing this sugary, unicorn and rainbow crap they've forced us into."
"So-so you're saying he hates being famous because it cost him a girl. And he's being a jerk just as revenge to the label for that?"
"Sounds stupid, I know, lame? Yes, but have you ever heard that love isn't supposed to make sense? Shane didn't know what to do with himself and did what made sense in his mind. He knows she's out there somewhere and he regrets every stupid, arrogant move he makes. Worse than that, he hates those that are only friends with him because of his status because he would give it all up for her, for true friends."
"What-what was her name?"
"Alyse, Alyse Michaels. A red headed, freckled, blue eyed dancer."
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