Hello, everyone. It's AlyssaGothicWerewolfFan! I'm writing this story based off my personal experiences with my heartache at school. I thought it would make an interesting story, so I changed it to a Camp Rock version.
Mitchie is me, Shane is the boy I love at school (his name is Matt) Caitlyn is my best friend Miranda, Sierra is my friend Kelli, Nate is Evan, the boy Miranda likes, and Jason is Noah, the boy Kelli likes. Obviously, I didn't go to Camp Rock and I was new this year, so I didn't know any of them before, but oh well. So the first few chapters are made up, until I can catch things up to date.
So yep! Enjoy or not. And I promise, no matter what the ending of my almost-love story is, this one will be happy, even if it has to be (mostly likely) the exact opposite of real life.
Soo….without further ado….I give you….
ANOTHER LOVE STORY
Chapter 1: Goodbyes and Hello's.
I tearfully hugged first Caitlyn, then Lola, then Barron and Sander.
"Bye, guys," I said. "It was so awesome to, meet you. Keep in touch, okay?"
"Of course, Mitchie," Caitlyn said. "Bye." We knocked fists and she climbed aboard the bus.
She was gone.
"It was great to meet you too, Mitchie," Lola said, smiling. "See you next summer."
Two gone.
"'Bye, Mitch," Barron said, kissing my hand before hopping onto the bus after Lola and Caitlyn.
Three gone.
"Later, kitchen-staff," Sanders grinned and left. And I was alone.
I sighed. The last day of camp had arrived all too soon, and saying goodbye to all my friends was definitely the worst part of all.
I wandered away from the bus, towards the lake, soaking in my last memories. The throw away camera my dad had given me was already full, capturing small bits of my favorite spots forever. The real places, however, were a thousand times better.
This, I knew.
A light breeze blew through the camp, already announcing that autumn was approaching. I shivered and pushed down the sleeves of my Camp Rock sweatshirt (a gift from Brown. Everyone had gotten one.). The breeze came again, blowing my bangs in my face. I brushed them aside and suddenly heard one of my favorite sounds: the strumming of an acoustic guitar being played by my close friend, popstar Shane Gray.
Smiling, I followed the found to our place by the dock.
He was there.
Shane's back was facing me, his gaze on the lake. The guitar was placed comfortable, naturally, in his hands as he played. I knew the tune immediately. It was his song Gotta Find You.
He didn't hear my approach, as he was so absorbed in his music; yet, he barely glanced at his hands.
"You know," I said after a long moment, causing him to start. "If you keep watching the lake like that, you might see a fish do a trick."
The song stopped and Shane smiled at me, leaving me surprisingly breathless. "Hey, Torres," he greeted me. "Didn't hear you coming."
"Don't call me that, Gray," I said, settling beside him. "I have a first name, you know."
"I prefer Torres." There was a definite teasing tone in his sentence, an amused glint in his dark eyes.
"Meh," I grumbled, picking up a few pebbles in my hand and tossing them on by one into the water. "Have it that way, then, but I won't answer next time you call me that. By the way, when are Pretty-Boy and Guitar-Genius coming to take you back to Planet Popstardom?"
"Rockstardom," Shane corrected. "And, actually, I'm leaving with Uncle Brown. We're having a family gathering. The guys are meeting me there."
"Oh." I frowned. "Wait, are Nate and Jason your brothers?"
"No." Shane shook his head, his dark, flat-ironed hair shining in a few places where the sunlight hit it. "They're my cousins. My dad was one of two other brothers…and a sister. Both of his brothers married and kept their name, Gray, like my dad did. Ironically, all three had sons in a three-year range."
"Confusing," I commented.
"I've heard worse," Shane put his guitar back in it's awesome checkered case, but did not get up.
"Do they have any other siblings?" I knew Shane didn't. He was an only, very spoiled, child. (Secretly, I think that's what fed the rock star jerk "image" he'd had.)
"Jason has a little bro named Frankie," Shane said. "And Nate's older sister is already out of college, but he and his puppy Elvis are alike enough to be called brothers." A mocking grin flashed across Shane's handsome face.
"Really?" I asked with a smile.
"Yep. They act alike, they eat alike-"
"Nate's a pretty messy eater?" I guessed.
"You'd think, huh?" Shane grabbed his own handful of pebbles before continuing. "No, actually, Elvis is one of the neatest eaters I've ever seen for a dog. You know they look and sound alike?" He was definitely teasing now.
"Oh, that's nice," I said, laughing.
"I know."
We sat in silence for awhile after that. The only sounds we heard was the water lapping the shoreline beneath us, the rumble of the camp bus starting to life, a few birds, and the occasional "plink" of a pebble dropping into the clear water. It was a gorgeous day, making my departure from Camp Rock even more difficult.
I sighed, and glanced at the last pebble I held in my hand. It was smooth, round, and a nice light color. I liked it, so I tucked it away in my pocket.
"What about you?" Shane asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"When are you and Killer-Cook leaving?"
"Ugh. The later, the better," I mumbled, leaning against a tree. "And the food poisoning that one kid got wasn't her fault. There was a new apprentice."
"Uh, huh," he replied, his tone making it clear he didn't believe me.
"Whatever."
Another nice, calm silence followed and I took in Camp Rock's scenery. I was really going to miss this place.
THREE WEEKS LATER
I yanked open my locker and gazed at it, knowing that after this, it would never be clean again.
At least, I thought until the last day of school.
I was finally a sophomore in high school, which meant that after this year, only two more years until I'm off to college. Not that I didn't like my hometown of Wyckoff, New Jersey, but I had dreams that existed outside the tiny state.
A girl age came up to the red locker next to me. I didn't pay much attention to her ad I tried to fill my locker, until, in an astonished voice, she said
"Mitchie?"
I knew that voice. I dropped my backpack as I turned, owl-eyed, to the girl
"Caitlyn?!" No flippin' way…
But it was. It was my friend from Camp Rock, Caitlyn Gellar.
For half a second, we stared at each other, then we were hugging, squealing and jumping up and down.
"How are you here?!" I cried.
"I moved here! What are you doing here?"
"I live here!"
"No way! I-"
"Hey, Mitchie." Another girl came up to us. I let go of her as she said "Who's this?"
"Hey, Sierra," I smiled at my friend, whom I hadn't seen all summer. After we'd hugged, she asked about Caitlyn again.
"Oh!" I said. "This is my friend from Camp Rock, Si. Caitlyn, Sierra, Sierra, Caitlyn. Make with the greetings!" I was overly excited at the moment, overjoyed my two best friends were going to my school.
"Hi, nice to meet you," Caitlyn said, sticking her hand out. "Mitchie spoke a lot of you at camp."
"Hey," Sierra smiled, shaking Caitlyn's hand. "Nice to meet you too. Is it true that Shane Gray went to Camp Rock?" she asked the both of us.
"Yes!" we answered, smiling.
Sierra's eyes widened behind the glasses. "No way! You they--"
BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!
"Oh, shoot!" I grabbed my books and slammed my locker door. "Warning bell. Tell me at lunch, ok Sierra?" I said before dashing off. There was nothing I hated more than being late to class on the first day of school.
I slid home in my seat just as the bell rang. Sighing with relief, I dropped my binder onto the desk. Beside me, Caitlyn as well breathed out heavily. I smiled at her, pleased we had the same homeroom.
"Good morning, class," the French-accent-tinged voice of Mrs. Vanpeter said. "Welcome back. I trust you had a good summer vacation. We will, as you know, be having a welcome back assembly in five minutes. You may talk with some friends until then."
I turned to Caitlyn and pulled out my schedule. She did the same and we compared.
"First period?" I murmured.
"English with Mr. Hesselburg," she replied and I grinned.
"Same. Next I have Social Studies with Ms. Karey."
"No way! Me, too. Then I have P.E."
"Darn, I have vocal music and then P.E."
"Shoot. After P.E. I have drama and then lunch. After lunch I have Science with Mr. Annis and Calculus with Mrs. Edwards, then homeroom."
"Double shoot. I have lunch with you, but then it's Calculus and A.P. Chemistry." I was surprisingly advanced in science. "Oh well. We have lots of other classes together."
"You mean English and Social Studies?" Caitlyn sarcastically remarked and I smiled.
We got up a few minutes later to walk to the assembly.
"So," Caitlyn asked suddenly. "Have you heard from Shane?"
The question caught me off guard. "No," I mumbled. "Not even a text. He sent me a birthday card last week for my 16th, but otherwise, no."
"Really?" Caitlyn's eyes widened. "Did you call him?"
"No," I said we took our seats.
"Why not?" she demanded.
I took a drink from my water bottle and sighed. "I don't know, besides he's-"
"ATTENTION!" boomed the principal into the mic onstage, causing everyone to jump and cover their ears.
"Welcome, freshmen's and new students!" the principal continued like nothing had happened. "To our old students, welcome back!"
I tuned our principal out, thinking I'd heard it all before. Sighing, I gazed around the auditorium. Sierra sat, completely focused, a few rows away. She always paid major attention to everything.
"…please make sure they are welcome."
I nudged Caitlyn and whispered "What?"
"New students," she replied. "They're supposedly famous."
Oh, joy.
"Hah," I snorted. "Stuck up rich people. This outta be good." The principals next words made me eat mine.
"Please give a warm welcome to Nate, Shane and Jason Gray, otherwise known as the band Connect 3!"
WOW that took a long time to type. I'd written it all down in a notebook and I was sitting here FOREVER trying to type it all up.
Hope you enjoyed it and please review!
-AlyssaGothicWerewolfFan
