Summer Fling
'Step Up and Camp Rock' Crossover
Main Characters: Caitlyn Gellar, Robert Alexander 'Moose' the Third, and Camille Gage
Synopsis: Moose goes to Camp Rock. He meets Caitlyn, who eerily resembles Camille. The two form a deep bond and try to maintain it, even after camp. Camille returns to Baltimore, and he feels like he has to make a choice.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Caitlyn Gellar belongs to Disney, while Robert Alexander 'Moose' the Third and Camille Gage belong to Lionsgate (I think). This is something I conjured in my brain for entertainment purposes.
Chapter One- Doppelganger
"I can't believe my brother convinced you to go," Chase Collins chided his close friend, Robert Alexander the III, otherwise known as Moose, while flipping the turn signal up.
Andie West, Chase's girlfriend and Moose's best friend that was a girl, smirked. She grabbed for the bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, scarfed a couple, then licked her fingers leisurely. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with him going," she pointed out, while holding up the bag for the driver. "Want one, babe?"
Moose dug his butt deeper into the cushions of the backseat and watched the two interact. They were so in love, and it sort of made him want to barf. He shrugged his shoulders, overhearing them talk about his month away at summer camp. "Your brother said it would be a good idea," he spoke of the director to Maryland School of the Arts, MSA for short, Blake Collins, who was Chase's older brother. He tossed his headphones on and thought to the day he passed up the tip of a lifetime for camp.
(Flashback)
I listened to my parents speak about the upcoming trip to Greece. They babbled on and on about visiting family members, especially yaya and pappou, how it's been years, since they last seen me, and they would gush I'm no longer a αγοράκι, which meant little boy in Greek. They were also excited to visit the exquisite architectures riddled throughout central Greece, for example, the Parthenon, plenty of restaurants that served authentic Gyros, bakalava, moussaka and take a dip in the Aegean Sea.
Though the trip sounded amazing, and appealing, since I've never been, the high of performing at the Streets still laced my veins. The pleasurable feeling from I received from pop, locking, housing, tutting, breaking, rippled through my body. The way the crowd whooped and hollered still reverberated in my ears, and the soft kiss from Sophie Donovan faintly lingered on my lips. I wanted to perform the routine over and over again. I just couldn't get over it.
Blake asked me to meet him in his office that following Monday, after the streets. I did, and he told me that I was a shoe in for the Hip Hop Dance master classes that were offered. I could either do both stage lighting and dance or either or. I opted for the the latter, since my time was, now, in the front-no longer behind the scenes. However, I was a couple of years behind, and he believed that I should attend a summer camp, owned by an old friend of his. He handed me the brochure. In the confines of my room, I overlooked the activities offered and knew I had to make another choice.
As my parents continued their incessant ramble, I pulled the sturdy pamphlet out. The location was about an eight hour drive, which I was sure Chase was willing to drive. Thinking about the long run, I showed them.
"Blake, uh," I smacked myself mentally, he was still an authority figure, "I mean Dir. Collins, thinks I should attend."
"Robert," my dad called me by my legal name, always. He shook his head in disagreement, not even taking the pamphlet. "What happened to your aspirations about being an engineer like me and your grandpa?"
"Sal," mom butted in, and she looked at me with the most loving and warmest eyes a mother could posses. She grasped the tri-fold leaflet packed with information and perused for longer than I expected. She looked up, "Now, if Moose wants to branch out and, um, try this dancing... honey, we've always known he's a fabulous dancer, I don't see why he can't go. Do you want to go?"
Mom always defended me—thankfully.
"I do actually. I think it would prepare me for next school year," I answered, hoping to not freak dad out.
"Eva," dad reprimanded her, his patience ran thin, "what's dance really going to do for him? Now, an engineer, he'll get a job anywhere!"
My eyes bounced between the two, the anxiousness numbing my limbs.
"No," she didn't think so. "I like this. It will be good for him. Are you sure Moose?"
I nodded. "I can always go to Greece next year..."
(End Flashback)
That was a month ago.
His parents left the previous day, and that night Chase and Andie picked him up.
"Well, at least he's footing the bill for this," Chase pointed out. "I mean, Greece, Moose... Greece!"
Andie smacked his arm. "Shut up," she grumbled with aggravation. "There's plenty of time for him to go."
"Well, this camp will always be here too," Chase added, as he maneuvered his car around the curvy terrain, and he finally came to a stop. He saw there were already a hundred campers or so present. Most of them engaged in their talents. The females, especially, looked extremely youthful. He felt like an old, dirty man just sitting on the car and them surrounding him, yet a mischievous glint entered his eyes. "Moose," his voice rang,"there's lots of fresh meat here," he joked, while unlocking the trunk.
"Chase," Andie hissed, thinking her boyfriend had rocks for brains. She slapped him upside his head this time. "Don't listen to him Moose."
"Ow," Chase yelped, rubbing his head for comfort. "What was that for?!"
"Think about it," she ordered, as she got out of the car and went to fetch Moose's bags for him.
Once again, Moose shrugged his shoulders. A week ago, Sophie left to pursue professional opportunities. She admitted to Moose a long distance relationship always failed, and they weren't going to work out. The break up wasn't too nasty, but it wasn't pretty either. He's moped around like a lost puppy, so this voyage to the outskirts of New York City was readily accepted. He needed to keep his mind clear and focused on what was to come his junior year at MSA.
"Thanks Andie," he received his bags from her, and he wound her into a brotherly hug. "I'm going to miss you."
"I'm going to miss you too," she informed and embraced him tighter. "Don't be a sap, enjoy yourself." She patted his back twice. "You're going to be okay!"
Moose made his way to Chase. They 'blew it up'. "Thanks for the ride," he acknowledged, while fastening his backpack straps and fiddling with his other bags. He scanned around. The kids seemed crazy talented; it was like MSA filtered through here, and he wouldn't be too homesick.
Blake's brother dismissed his words. "Bro, it's nothing, call if you need us," he reminded him again.
"Bye, Moose," Andie said her farewell statement, after closing the trunk and hopping into the passenger seat. She placed her seat belt on and waved. Once her boyfriend began to drive, she grabbed for his hand. "This should be good for him."
"Yeah, it really should," Chase agreed.
Fresh pine, remnants of the morning dew, rays of the shining sun notified Moose this was surely camp. He practically swam through the crowd of campers. Many of them were dancing, singing, playing instruments and rapping. He faintly smiled, here and there, at the people, who were milling by rhythmically. Somewhat lost and unsure of what to really do, since he's never been to something like this before, he asked a random girl where he needed to go.
"Hey," he stepped in front of her, "um, I don't know where to go, to, uh, see where I'm staying."
"Who are you exactly," the girl, who had blonde hair with streaks of brown intermittently streaked, snapped. In return, he scrutinized her cardboard thin body, plums for a chest, a kiwi for a bottom, and dressed in clothes tailored for a runway rather than summer activities. He supposed she was bitter about her appearance and took it out on him. As for her, she noted he stayed longer than she anticipated. She looked at him sideways. "You must be new."
"Oh, well, if you must know, I am. I'm Robert Alexander the third, but you can call me Moose," he introduced himself, and he held his free hand out of for her. She gawked, unimpressed by him. "Okay," he cleared his throat to rid himself of awkwardness, "I was just wondering who do I see about my cabin, you know, where I need to stay."
"Does it look like I'm a camp counselor or something," she retorted rudely, while gesturing her blingy outfit from an upscale department store. "Bye," her eyes circularly hopped, as she walked away with a chauffeur and plenty of people groveling at her feet, seeking her attention.
Agitated by her personality, he was beginning to think coming here was a bad idea. He continued walking, and stopped two guys. They ended up helping him, and coincidentally, they were his bunk mates. Several talents, combined with a funky style of dress described Sander Loya and Barron James. Furthermore, they had the swag of Smiles and Monster, and they were unlike the brat he encountered. He followed them into the bunker.
As he was putting his clothes away, they got to know one another better.
"So, Moose, where you from," Sander asked, his elbows propping him up, as his legs were sprawled everywhere.
"Baltimore," Moose replied, finally resting. His legs were cramped in the back of Chase's SUV, and he needed to make them come alive. He stretched, unsettling noises of his bone cracking could be heard. "Sorry," he apologized for taking his precious time,"uh, yeah, I go to the Maryland School of Arts." He, then, explained the layout of the school.
"So it's like Camp Rock," Barron figured, "but high school style."
"It seems like I'm still in high school," Moose relayed, as he began to stand. He lengthened his body. "There's mean girls here."
Barron and Sander glanced at each other already knowing who he was talking about. .
"Then you must have met Tess Tyler," Barron assumed.
"Wait, so she's TJ Tyler's daughter," Moose questioned, his mind working into overdrive. "Her mom's worth millions!"
"Yeah, if only that money could be used to buy Tess a better personality," Sander snickered, shaking his head. "She'd be more attractive, if she changed her attitude."
Barron cackled in disbelief. "You think Tess is attractive," he begged to differ, "bro, Lola is smokin' hot." He spoke of the singer and dancer with milk chocolate skin, eyes of the same color, and perfectly curled hair to die for. "She's going to be mine this year."
Sander laughed at that. "Whatever, and I'll be honest. I don't care for Tess, I like Ella," he admitted. His eyes twinkled over the petite Filipino that was a slightly, well more like really, ditsy and possessed a real flare for fashion.
"So, you guys must know a lot of people that go here," Moose alleged, as heard them talk.
"Yeah, we do... so Moose," Barron and Sander clasped their hands together, yearning to ear the juicy details of his life. "You got a girlfriend?"
Moose shook his head, memories consuming his mind over the way him and Sophie broke up. "Uh, I don't really want to talk about it... so, do we head out there or something," he changed the subject, while looking out the window.
"Yeah, the opening jam," Sander answered, as he began to tidy himself up. "That's where all the campers come together, kind of like a meet and greet. Not to mention, word around the bunks, we have a special, guest teacher."
The three of them filed out of their cabin, and they walked over the rocky, grass hills and finally came up to the outside stage. Barron and Sander told him they would meet with him later.
Moose strolled without a particular destination. He watched people intermingling, laughing, and hugging. Honestly, he felt out of place, yet he smiled, roving in and out of the people. He came to a stop, when he saw someone sitting on the edge of the stage. She caught his attention, he furrowed his brows, squinting his eyes to get a bigger picture.
Was it her?
It couldn't be.
Could it?
They last laid eyes on each other five years ago. Her style evolved, that was for sure. She no longer wore ponytails, as her hair was down, shoulder length and wavy like his. Already, her skin looked tan. He saw the over size white and orange bag a few inches away from her, a silver laptop resting on her lap, while speaking to another camp member with long, brunette hair. He watched her, his excitement no longer contained. He rushed down.
"Camille," he shouted, "Camille," he stopped right in front of her. "Oh my gosh, Cam," he brought her in for a fierce hug, relief overcoming him and the need to catch up on his mind. "It's been so long!"
The girl instantly froze over the abrupt affection from a stranger. Fellow campers walked by, whispering and giggling like little school girls. Bursting with embarrassment, her face fusing with fire and crimson, she shook her head she didn't know who this person was. She used her petite fists to fight him off of her. "Excuse me," she sheepishly laughed, but he clamped tighter. "EXCUSE ME," she yelled louder.
"Oh, sorry," Moose parted from her, flushed like her. "It's so good to see you, after all these years."
Mitchie Torres looked between the two in wonderment. "Caitlyn, you know this guy," she queried.
Caitlyn Gellar shook her head adamantly. "No, I don't," she turned to him. "I don't know who you are." She cocked her head. She's been going to this camp, since it first opened. She's met most of the campers and crossed paths with all. He did not look familiar to her.
"What," Moose became offended. "You're not Camille... Camille, Camille Gage, Cam, Cammy," his voice heightened with every release of a nickname, "Chameleon?" She denied him. Still, the resemblance was uncanny. In his heart of hearts, he believe she was Camille Gage, his childhood best friend. "Yes, you are..." You have to be, he thought to himself.
Caitlyn wiped her face, while giggling over this. He had a ton of tenacity, in her opinion, but she had to set him straight. "Look, I'm not her, or her, or, are all of those names for her," she began to sound like Ella, much to her dismay. "I'm sorry, um..." she didn't want to be crude, "what's your name?"
Mitchie watched them interact, her mouth curled into a smile. She saw fireworks popping off.
"Robert Alexander the Third, remember," he insisted she did. "I'm the dancing Moose!"
He twirled around, his arms flailing. He dropped back, then ascended without a halt. He held out his hand for her, beckoning for her to take it. When she didn't, he, his hand slipped behind her to pull her to join him. She resisted, her lips breaking into a smile, giggles escaping, which floated around him like music. He still urged her. She shook her head again. Undeterred, hegrabbed her hand and forced her on the stage in front of the whole camp.
"DANCE BATTLE," yelled a camper in joy, and she garnered everyone's attention.
"Are they going to dance together," whispered someone in the sea of humans, others responding with their own predictions.
Everyone faced the sight of these two, absolutely engrossed with the possibilities of what could occur.
Some musicians even went for the offered instruments and played an uptempo beat.
He started, his body different parts of his body isolated and at separate times. He cascaded down, then returned to stand. The complex topples of his body awed the crowd. He swayed his hips, working them in figure eights, rolling them wider, and he eventually went into a routine with his body fluidly cruising. Tapping to the like of Fred Aistaire next, he intermixed hip hop struts and came to a stop. His hands pointing the floor was, as of that point, hers.
Caitlyn had watched him, and he was a great dancer. She couldn't deny, but that didn't intimidate her. Not backing down from a challenge, she worked her upper body in conjunction with her irrational feet. While literally and impeccably swishing her lithe form in layers, as he did, she did not break eye contact with once. She was graced with her his cute smile, and she continued. Her face face livened with animation, her body waved, so she could out do him.
Moose laughed. There was no way this girl could not be Camille. The attitude, the charisma, the charm was her to a tee. He hopped, joining her, and mimicked her movements. He grasped her hand, bounding her to him, and they began to jive as one. His breath graced the side of her neck, slightly startling her over the intimacy. As he twirled her body, he missed the sight of her curious face and the need she had to be with him again.
She shook her head and quickly she got back on track. She flicked her fingers up, urging the commotion of the crowd to go a step higher.
He pointed at her, his head in correspondence with her repertoire of intricate hip, hop moves.
The crowd was going wild! They watched, their jaws dropping over the infinite chemistry these two shared. All egged them to continue further.
Once more, they came to the middle of the stage, facing each other. He grabbed her hand, forcing her to swing around, so she was flushed against his body. He swayed from side to side, whispering into her ear.
"I'm so glad to see you."
The music came to a stop.
For Caitlyn, she went deaf, the world came to a halt, and she stared at her surroundings. The crowd, full of emotion, silently clapped, whistled, screamed. Her new acquaintance, Mitchie, vibrantly displayed two thumbs up. Her ex, best friend, Tess, kept her narrowed eyes on her. His voice was so sincere, as if he was willing to believe she was that Camille girl, but she wasn't. Yet, for that moment, that second with his arms surrounding, she desperately wished she was.
"And how was that," Dee La Duke, the peppy, head music director at Camp Rock, interjected, boosting her arms up for everyone to congratulate the duo. "That was a wonderful! What an awsome impromptu performance to initiate the summer! Give it up to Caitlyn Gellar, and..." she walked over to them. She tugged on Moose's shirt, breaking them up. "What's your name young man?" He told her. "Moose!"
They left the stage to let Dee speak about what was expected and anticipated for the summer.
After coming down the steps, she pulled him away.
"Is this how it's going to be all summer," he questioned in earnest. Everybody was so enthusiastic, and it was quite humbling and very much like the Streets. It was a high he never wanted to get rid of.
"Moose," she called. He continued rambling. "Moose... MOOSE!"
"Wha-yeah, what is it?"
"I'm not Camille," she announced, her voice genuine and steady. She wanted, needed him to believe her. "I'm Caitlyn Gellar, camper today, top selling music producer tomorrow."
He heard her loud and clear this time. "Oh my God..." Moose wiped his neck in mortification over that. He apologized over and over and blamed his overzealous behavior. He thought his best friend from his younger years was back. He admitted he lost touch with her, and with technology nowadays, he hasn't really put in the effort to find her. "I'm sorry, for doing that to you, I didn't mean..."
She placed a soft hand on his arm. "No, it was fun. I have to admit." She laughed. "Okay, who was I kidding, it was blast! Thanks."
"It's no problem. If I forget to mention it, I just want to say you're a talented dancer," he smiled, blushing like a rose.
"Thanks, you are too," she accepted his compliment and gave him one in return. She grinned.
"Um, I'll see more of you, Caitlyn." he enunciated for her and his sake.
"Yeah, I'll like that," she nodded, waving bye to him.
As both walked away from each other, both thought camp wasn't going to be so bad after all.
AN: And that was the first chapter! I couldn't get this plot bunny out of my head, so I had to post it. What do y'all think? Let me know. Please Read and Review. Yes, I'll still be updating 'The Road Ahead', and I will also make sure this story is in canon with, both, Camp Rock and Step Up.