Ok, so I am not the biggest fan of the Jonas Brothers, but Camp Rock is stuck in my head so I figured what the heck, may as well give it a try. This is probably going to be more romantic than anything I've ever written, so forgive me if it's not the absolute best :D Pretty please review and enjoy the story!! By the way, this is before any of them ever met at Camp Rock.
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"Huh?" Mitchie looked up at her sister, Jessie, and saw that she was glaring at her book. "What, I'm not going to just wait in line and hold all of your stuff while listening to the screaming fans all around us without something to do. Besides, reading is good for you!" She looked up at Jessie defiantly.
"Well, still, please just be cool when we get to the front of the line. Get their autographs, a picture, and don't be reading your book. For Pete's sake, we're gonna meet Connect 3! Aren't you the least bit excited?"
"Uh, no. They are all very spoiled and self-centered. And that one, the lead singer…what's his name again?" she looked at Jessie and her mom, patiently waiting for the answer.
"Shane!" Jesse spoke exasperatedly and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, right, Shane, is a total jerk. I mean really, he's so egotistical that he doesn't even realize how good he's got it."
Jessie shook her head at Mitchie, and then held her stomach. "Oh, why did I eat all of the food we got? Too much."
"Well, yeah. I mean you did get nachos. And popcorn. And 3 large sodas. And a hot dog, and Dippin' Dots, and some cotton candy. Then you finished all of it. Now hush, I want to keep reading."
"Ugh, fine, but I can't even believe we're related."
After another half an hour, there were still loads of people in front of them and the line continued to grow behind them. Mitchie wondered when they were going to get up there so that they could leave. She had already endured their 3-hour concert, fighting the crowds to get souvenirs, and a very massive migraine. Now she'd been in line for more than 2 hours and probably still would be for another hour.
"Oh, my stomach really hurts." Jesse whined for the fortieth time in a row.
"I know, my sweetie, but if we leave now, we'll never get a spot in line again. Can you wait another hour or so? Please, just try hon." Her mom said, rubbing her back gently, "Just try not to think about it, tell me what you're going to say when we get up there."
"Well, I thought that first I'd say my name and then ask Shane if he'd want to marry me." Connie's eyes twinkled with laughter as she looked at her daughter. "And then, before I get carried off by the security guards, I'd probably get their autographs and a few pictures.
"Hmmm… I think that it all sounds good, if you don't count the second part." Connie giggled at Jessie. Jessie started to laugh, but then winced and grabbed her stomach again.
"Hey, look, we're only about twenty people away now!" her mom said, attempting to distract her again.
Mitchie looked up at her sister, and, deciding there was nothing she could do to help distract her sister, she looked up at the beginning of the line. There were four little girls up there now and each of them had a poster, a t-shirt, and a camera. They were probably each about four or five years old.
When they stepped up, all of them looked timid and didn't quite step all the way up to them. The three band-members knelt down to their level and began talking to them, signing their posters and t-shirts while making them feel much more comfortable. After they had finished the girls each took a picture with them and then their mothers took a group picture with all of the girls and Connect 3. Mitchie's heart practically melted right there. That was so very sweet of them, and she had thought that they'd been jerks this whole time.
They were about ten people away from the band, when Jessie again grabbed her stomach, groaned loudly, and said, "Uh-oh, nachos." Mitchie and her mom watched as Jessie ran off wildly toward the bathroom.
"Sweetheart, stay here a minute, okay? I will hopefully be right back." Connie ran off after her eldest daughter and Mitchie couldn't do anything but stare after her. Now she had four posters, two water bottles, two purses, three t-shirts, and her book in her arms. Sighing loudly, she stepped into the line where she was, getting a few complaints from the people behind her. She looked back and said, "Sorry."
Now only six people away, she began panicking. What would happen if her mom and Jessie didn't get back in time for pictures? Mitchie knew that she could get autographs with no problem but who was going to take the picture and how was Jessie going to feel if she didn't get to be in the picture?
She opened the bottle of water to get a drink and calm her nerves but dropped the cap and couldn't reach down to get it with everything else in her arms. "How could this get any worse," she wondered aloud.
"Next." The guard said in a monotone voice.
Oh, dear. She was only one away now. What on Earth was taking her sister so long? Mitchie looked back to the end of the very long line. There were Jessie and her mom, right outside of the newly placed red ropes. The security was stopping anyone from getting back in to lessen the waiting time, as it was already midnight.
Jessie was gesturing manically with her hands. She pointed her hand towards the band and put her hand on her other hand, making a writing motion. Get their autographs! She was motioning. Then she put her hands to her face and 'clicked' her fingers. Take pictures!
"Next."
Mitchie whipped her head back around and took a deep breath. She'd do this for her sister and for her sister only. She let out her breath and smiled big. When she stepped forward though, her foot got caught on the cables running around the table where Nate, Shane, and Jason were sitting. Down she went, throwing all of her belongings right on top of them, along with the still-opened one-liter water bottle. She stole a quick look behind her and saw Jessie with her head in her hands.
When she got up the confidence to look back at the three boys, she saw Nate, holding her posters and a t-shirt, Shane, covered in water and holding the other water bottle, and Jason, with a t-shirt on top of his head looking around very confused. She stood up slowly, picking up the purses she dropped. "I am so sorry." She said very quietly.
"It's fine, we'll all survive. Besides, who hasn't tripped before?" Nate spoke up. Shane, however, looked peeved.
"Yeah, well it is a very good way to make an entrance." They all laughed quietly along with a few of the people in line behind Mitchie. "Erm…could you sign those?" she pointed to the posters and t-shirts that the boys were now holding.
"Sure, who are they for?" Jason asked.
"Uh, Mitchie, Jessie, and Connie. Thanks so much!" she grinned at them and grabbed the souvenirs as they finished autographing them.
"Did you want a picture?" Jason asked kindly.
"Oh, yeah, I do, thanks. I-" Mitchie gasped as she looked down at the floor and saw the camera smashed to smithereens. "Oh, no." She bent down to pick it up and set it carefully on the table. "Hold on, I'll get out my phone." Mitchie reached into her purse and grabbed her new camera-phone.
"Cool phone!" They all said.
"Thanks, I just got it yesterday. My other phone died when I tripped and dropped it. Hehe, I think that dropping things is getting to be a habit of mine." She laughed and handed one of the guards her camera to take a picture. They all smiled and leaned in close to her.
"Thanks again," Mitchie said. Grabbing her belongings and starting to walk away, "Oh, and I really am sorry."
"It's fine." Shane said.
Smiling, Mitchie turned around and walked through the red ropes, held up by the security guard. As she got closer to her mom and Jessie, she blushed furiously.
"WHAT was THAT??" Jessie demanded. "You practically took out Connect 3! And you spilled water on Shane? I cannot believe I'm related to you."
"Jessie! Your sister is probably very embarrassed already, you don't need to make it worse for her." The three of them walked down the stairs of the building and out into the cold night.
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"Hey, what's that?" Jason asked pointing to a phone on the table in front of them.
"Jason, that's a phone…" Shane said slowly, enunciating each word.
"I meant, whose is it? I know it's a phone you silly goose!"
"Um, I don't know whose it is." Nate said, "Maybe we should look through it and see if we can tell whose it is."
"No, we don't have to do that.
"Why, Shane? We do have to give that back to the owner."
"No, I mean I already know whose it is. The clumsy girl."
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So…what do ya think? If you want me to keep going, you have to review. It makes me feel so very loved. So tell me, was it ok or now?