Don't own Camp Rock, only story line. Popped up in my head during class! And Happy Valentine's Day! 3
"Dont' you even remember what today is, Nate!" "Yes I do, Caitlyn! It's Saturday, Febuary 14, 2009." Uh-oh, Nate and Cait are fighting. Again. I saw Caitlyn stomp into the living room
where I was watching Invader Zim. OMG GIR IS SO CUTE!!!!!! Doom, doom doom, DOOM- "Look Nathaniel," Caitlyn warned, " I'm giving you until 7:05 tonight to figure out what tonight is,
or else we're done. Hi Jason." "Hey Cait," I replied with a smile. She glared at Nate and said, "7:05, Gray, " then opened the door and slammed it behind her. "Dude, you've just been
poned by your own girlfriend. Amazing," Shane exclaimed, walking in the room with a teddy bear and a card with a heart on it. "Well, I know the date today," Nate reasoned, "And why
are you carrying a teddy bear and card?" I rolled my eyes and replied, "Well find a calendar and look at the holiday because it's 3:30 right now." I saw him run up the stairs and open our
sister's room. ( I'll tell you in another story soon about her.) I saw Shane mouth, "Three, two one, and-" "OH. MY. -BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-." Nate ran- well tripped down the stairs
and landed next to our dog, Elvis. He licked Nate's face. Fluffy doggy. "It's Valentine' s Day," Nate yelled. "No really," Shane said, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. This is why this
patictular holiday is easiest for me: my present is for the birds in the backyard and it's bird food! I just gave it to them this morning and were chiriping with joy! Awesomest to the max!
Then...my cellphone rang. I picked up and answered, "Hello? Who is this?" "Hey Jase, this is Mitchie and Caitlyn." "Oh hey guys! Let me put this on speaker!" I clicked the speaker and
Shane responded, "Hey Mitchie! Hey Caitlyn!" "Hi Shane and Nate," Mitchie greeted. "Hey Shane! Nate the jail bait," Caitlyn replied, "Still meet up at the park? And Nate, figure it out yet?"
"Yes and no," Nate replied. "Time's running out Nathaniel Nicholas Jerry Gray." "SHE PULLED OUT THE FULL NAME CARD," I screamed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it. Shane stared at me
and answered, "Meet us there at 6:30, okay? By the old oak tree?" "Yeah, sure. See ya later, danger," Mitchie replied then hung up. Nate started pacing across the room, Elvis and I
watching his every move. "What am I going to do," Nate groaned, covering his face with his hands. What does something smell? I saw Shane sniffing his hair with a confused look. Elvis
was sniffing his behind, so I decided to sniff my shawl (or as Shane calls it, a tablecloth). Nate looked up at us and sighed, "Any of you guys have an idea for me?" "I got nothing," Shane
shrugged. I thought for a while and yelled, "I'VE GOT IT!" "You finally got a brain," Shane joked. "Don't be silly Shane. I already have a brain. You guys go ahead. I'll catch up later," I
responded, running up to my room. Up the stairs, I heard Nate groan, "Jason has an idea? This isn't going to be helping." I wonder what he means by that.