"Well, here we are. Once again," Shane Grey sighed as he stepped out of his car and running over to the other side to help his long-time girlfriend. Mitchie Torres smiled, wrapping her arms around Shane's waist as she got out and looked over the camp that held so many memories for them.
"Can you believe it? It almost seems like ages since we've been here. College sure was a hassle." Shane smirked, and glaced over by the docks.
"I wonder if they still have those canoes." Mitchie rolled her eyes, as she started unloading the car.
"Who knows, but remember Shane, we're here as counselors not campers. So act your age." Mitchie laughed, giving Shane a kiss on the cheek, before walking away.
"I am not old." Shane called, sounding offended as he ran to catch up with her. When he did, he placed a kiss on her forehead and sighed,
"You think the kids are good here?" Mitchie gave some serious thought before replying.
"If not, they will be by the end of the summer. You turned out pretty well, popstar." The two lovers laughed, reminiscing about their summers at Camp Rock.
"Sam! SAM! You have to see this! It's so cool." Samantha Lincoln could practically hear the excitement overflowing her best friend's voice. Samantha leaned over to look out her window, "I see it Krisalyn," and there it was. CAMP ROCK!
"All right girls, we're here," Samantha's mom informed them as they pulled up into the camp's back lot where a few other cars were parked. Samantha and Krisalyn helped unload their luggage and when the last bag was out, Mrs. Lincoln asked them with a look of concern,
"Okay, clothes?"
"Check," both girls answered tiredly.
"Instruments?" Samantha held up her guitar bag and Krisalyn pointed to her drum kit that was in its suitcases.
"Check."
"Cell phones?" They held out their cell phones.
"How about your toiletries? Books? Krisalyn, I know you bring one everywhere with you. Your mom also wanted to know if you have Sean? Oh and Sam, I made sure to pack your volleyball in your duffle, but I wasn't sure if you wanted your diary with it. I didn't have times to clean the ball, so I hope you don't mind a bit of dirt-"
"Mom," Samantha laughed, finally stopping her interrogation. Samantha hugged her mom tightly and assured,
"We'll be fine, promise."
"Yeah, Mrs. Lincoln. No problem," Krisalyn added, although her voice sounded too distracted and eager to explore. Mrs. Lincoln shook her head and tucked a strand of hair behind Samantha's ear.
"Fine then, but if you need me-"
"We'll let you know," Samantha finished and kissed her mom on the cheek. Mrs. Lincoln squeezed her into a tight hug, as well as Krisalyn, before getting back into the car. Samantha and Krisalyn waved as she pulled out and looked at each other in anticipation. They let out a short squeal, before heading off to the main office to ask where their cabin was.
"Just think, Sam. You, me, and a whole lot of music! I guess it's no different than at home, but this is going to be great. Although, probably greater than that one time when I scored a perfect percent on that math test. Not to say it was easy-as-pie, it was pretty hard. I'm just glad I understood it, you know? Oh pie! I wonder if they serve any here… or pudding. Yeah, lots and lots of pudding!" Samantha giggled at Krisalyn's ramblings. Krisalyn tended to talk about random topics when her excitement couldn't be contained.
"Well, be careful," Samantha suggested pushing Krisalyn out of the way of a passing kid.
"I don't want you tripping over your own two feet before we get to the cabin." Suddenly Samantha was knocked over when something hit her head on.
"I am so sorry," said a nervous voice. Samantha looked up to see a slim girl looking at her in concern. Both girls straightened up at once and apologized at the same time. As the other girl stood holding her own guitar case with jittery hands, Samantha couldn't help but notice how nice her blonde hair shone in the afternoon sun, like rays of gold light.
"Well…sorry again," the girl repeated before running away, groaning.
"You okay?" Krisalyn asked, making sure Samantha was okay. It seemed rude to her that the other girl would leave so suddenly.
"I'm fine. I hope she's okay."
"She looked fine." The two girls shrugged their shoulders and continued on their way.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. At this rate, summer will be over by the time we get to the office," Jamison Robinson muttered as she began to jump up and down, while watching her best friends Jacob Thomas and Derek Whitman drag their instruments behind them. It wasn't so much she was mad at Jacob, it was really Derek with his five guitars, two acoustic and three electric.
"I'm sure the entire camp site would love to know you own FIVE guitars, Derek. Perhaps they'll ask you to do a one man band show for us," Jamison suggested with the strongest hint of mockery and Jacob couldn't help but laugh. Jacob didn't mind Jamison's sarcastic remarks, unlike Derek who prized his guitars highly.
"Listen, Jamison, I think you should just shut-"
"Do I look like I care what you think," Jamison scoffed, smiling a wide smile and grabbed Jacob's hand.
"Come on, let's go Jake," Jamison led him to the front office, leaving Derek behind in their dust. After coughing up a bit, he growled under his breath but noticed some girls looking at him. He leaned up on one of his guitars and greeted smoothly,
"Hi." The girls giggled and scurried off, as Derek shook his head. Oh yes, he'll definitely love it here.
Angel Macks muttered furiously under her breath. She thought the other girl didn't seem angered, but what if they were the silent type, waiting for the right moment to strike back. Angel shook her head knowing she was getting a little dramatic. Finally reaching her cabin, she opened the door to find a girl already there. She seemed no taller than Angel, but her appearance led her to be more mature. She wore a light sundress with large daisy flower print. Her red, or was it brown, hair pulled into a stylish ponytail and her non-swept bangs covered her forehead like a curtain underneath a yellow headband. She looked at Angel as if calculating if she was worth the effort to acknowledge.
"Hi, I'm Angel." The girl didn't reply. Obviously Angel didn't pass her stupid test. Angel went to her bed and unpacked her stuff, carefully placing a picture frame of her family beside her bed. When Angel thought she had finished she felt a tug on her shoulder and stared eye to eye with the other girl, whose lips were pursed and poised.
"I'm going to make this clear and simple. Rule number one, stay away from my stuff and rule number two, stay out of my way." Angel blinked in disbelief. This girl could not be serious. Who did she think she was?
"Who do you think you are," Angel snapped. Honestly, this girl needed a serious attitude adjustment. The other girl smirked, rolled her eyes before making her way to the door.
"I'm too cool to know you." She walked out of the cabin, leaving Angel to follow a fit of rage.
The arrival of the luxury SUV Hummer wasn't the most astonishing sight, as it pulled up into the camp's parking lot. It was more the sight of the people exiting it. First from the back row was a boy with sandy brown hair, wearing a pair of professional looking black shades. Behind him, came out a girl with a long and tan figure, a pair of red star shaped earrings standing out from her light brown hair. After her followed a girl whose skin was a bit on the pale side but the pair of dark purple skinny jeans she was wearing made too sharp a contrast to judge for sure. Jumping out after them, another girl looked around with a smile on her face as if she was about to ride a roller coaster, holding an energy drink in one hand and a digital camera in the other. Finally form the driver's seat came a boy with somewhat spiked with red ends that were turning brown due to the dark coloring of his hair. He wore a pair of police-officer sunglasses, a single black ballpoint pierced into his right cartilage, hitting the glasses' hinge every time he adjusted it. Out of shot gun stepped out a well-built boy with a dark brown fohawk wearing emo styled glasses. Both guys came over to join the girls who were gathered around, one of the girls energetically speaking. When they huddled together the girl stretched out her arm and clicked the silver button on her digital camera. Honestly, this group screamed COOL.
"All right, let's go. We need to get our cabin," the sandy haired boy called as he began walking off.
"What's the matter Jalen, afraid we might have to share a cabin?" a girl called back, the same amount of impatience heard in her voice. The boy with the fohawk came over to sling an arm around her shoulders, his fingers playing with her star shaped earrings.
"What's the matter, Chloe? Didn't get enough sleep during the car ride?" Chloe huffed, but wrapped her arm around the boy's waist.
"I just don't see why he has to get snappy at us." The smallest girl, her skin looking paler as they walked more into the sun, smiled as she took out a can of pink spray paint and walked cautiously up to Jalen. She lightly pressed the top and the group had to hold their laughter. When Jalen reacted, it was too late, for a pink dot had appeared on the back of his head. The girl holding out her camera took a picture of his expression.
"Another masterpiece by Miss. Elliott," she giggled, running to proud Elliott and taking a snap shot. Jalen shook his head and continued on. The other boy came forward and picked up Elliot to swing over his shoulder.
"I'm sorry Miss. But I'm going to have to escort you off the premises." The girl giggled again as she switched her camera to video mode.
"This isn't worthwhile, Ariana. Please stop taping and put me down you animal. Stop man handling me," Elliott demanded, threatening the boy by putting the spray can in his face. The boy put her down and smiled, ruffling her hair. Ariana giggled,
"Kyle, you're such a ladies man."
"Yeah, real smooth," Elliott mumbled, smirking. Ariana turned her camera to Chloe who was trying to make the other boy face Ariana.
"Come on Isaac. You know, Ariana has to have her way," Kyle joked, taking off Isaac's glasses. Isaac nearly socked Kyle's head when Kyle threw them to Chloe. Isaac was about to tackle her when Jalen came back and hollered,
"Come on you guys. I want to get some good spots." Isaac took his chance to steal back his glasses and pulled at Chloe's hair a bit forcefully, before running after Jalen. Chloe took off after him, Kyle and Elliott following closely, Ariana capturing everything on film.
"Hey Krisalyn, how about we head to the stage, before welcoming is over?" Samantha suggested, as she finished settling into their cabin which took longer to find than it took to unpack. Krisalyn nodded and they took off, joining a huge group of kids standing in front of the stage near the water. Already standing there was a nice-looking lady with red fuzzed hair, speaking into a microphone.
"Hey campers! I'm Dee La Duke, your musical director," the lady greeted, waving to the kids.
"At Camp Rock we believe in three things. One: having personality, two: having being taught what it really means to be an artist, and three: having fun!" Everyone screamed in enthusiasm, as Dee continued on,
"As everyone knows, after days of intense training of singing and dancing, we have our," she pointed to the crowd who shouted in unison,
"FINAL JAM!"
"Come on now! Let's try that again, with a little harmony!" This time the group sang the words, their voices coming together somewhat nicely for a first time. Dee clapped for this, until she added with a hint of suspense.
"Last year, the winner got to perform a duet with Connect Three's very own Shane Gray-At the sound of his name, numerous girls screeched until Samantha could feel her ear drums about to burst. When they finished, Dee laughed in amusement,
"This year, we're taking it up a notch and instead of a duet with Connect Three, the winner….of this year's FINAL JAM…will be performing with the boys ON TOUR!" Dee had to cover her ears from the increasingly loud yelling from the group. Samantha and Krisalyn screamed along, jumping up and down, until Krisalyn bumped into a girl holding a digital camera with both girls taking a fall.
"I am so sorry," Krisalyn apologized. The other girl shook her head and laughed,
"It's cool, whatever."
"Ariana, come on. Don't get separated, huh?" Came a deep voice, Samantha turned to see a boy wearing funny police glasses come up to the other girl and nodded to them.
"Good day, ladies," he greeted with a pleasant smile.
Samantha waved while Krisalyn stood shocked.
"Let's go, the others are over there," the boy mentioned, nodding his head in another direction. The girl nodded and took a leap onto the guy's back. Easily, the guy lifted her up and the girl was able to see above the rest of the group. When they had gone, Krisalyn turned to Samantha with a huge grin.
"Whoa! What a guy, huh? I wonder if that's his girlfriend" Krisalyn mentioned, looking in the direction they had left. Samantha was curious as well. Both teens looked stunning alone but together made an attractive pair.
"Probably, let's go find out!" Samantha suggested and they took off, weaving in and out of the crowd. Once, Samantha had to apologize for hitting someone square in the chest, trying to laugh off her embarrassment, but rushed away before they could respond. Near the edge of the crowd, standing off to the side, everyone near by staring at them with interest were the five other gorgeous looking people.
"Maybe we should approach them later," Samantha suggested.
"Yeah," Krisalyn agreed. So the two girls decided to wait to introduce themselves. Little did they know how disastrous later would come about.
Jacob's eyes followed the girl until she vanished amongst the others. She was pretty cute and when she had run into him, he couldn't help but smile at the sound of her laugh. It was giddy enough to say she had been embarrassed, as much as he had.
"What'cha staring at, Jake?" Jamison asked, coming over to him. Jacob shook his head and saw Derek chatting up with some girls, who were admiring the excellent condition of his electric guitar.
"Apparently, someone's already following rule #3," Jamison commented. Jacob laughed, and then drew his attention to Dee who had another announcement.
"Speaking of celebrities, another summer we'll be joined with a dashing young man, whose sound is as bad as his attitude," she held up a peace sign, while sticking her tongue out. The kids got a good laugh at that.
"However our star isn't here yet, so I hope you'll give him a nice welcome when he arrives. Now go off and get ready for dinner. You're going t love it!" Jacob and Jamison quickly grabbed Derek before heading off to the mess hall.
"So, Jamison, found your cabin?" Jacob asked, hoping she had some place t sleep. This place seemed to fill in quickly.
"Yeah, I do. I'm sharing with two others who seemed already settled when I arrived."
"That's cool. I bet you'll make some friends."
"Unless her sarcasm scares them always," Derek joked. Jamison rolled her eyes and opened the door for Jake, but as Derek passed she released the door and it slapped him in the face.
"Hey!"
"I'm talking to you!" Angel exclaimed, pulling her cabin mate's shoulder. She had lost track of her during the greeting ceremony, her attention being drawn to a nice looking boy with an electric guitar but was quickly remedied by the fact he had an ego the size of the other girl. Angel had been amused at the thought of them being put together.
The other girl shoved Angel's hand off of hers and raised an eyebrow.
"Don't touch me."
"Don't boss me around," Angel countered, both girls looking at each other with loathing.
"I wouldn't if you didn't look like some washed-up wreck."
"Excuse me for not looking like a clown, with too much make-up."
"Better than some nobody, no one notices!"
"I'd rather be invisible than a no-talent diva!"
"Girls, is there a problem?" asked a cautious voice. Both girls turned to see what appeared to a councilor, but by the looks of it only an assistant wearing comfortable jeans and flip-flops, looking them over. Angel looked to the other girl as she looked at Angel.
"No, nothing's wrong…" Angel turned to the girl, who smiled pleasantly enough.
"Jennifer."
"Jennifer. Everything's fine." Jennifer looked them over again and asked,
"What are your names?" Angel allowed the other girl to go first, who was seething,
"Julia…Julia Brookhart." Angel blinked in disbelief, such a nice name for such a not nice person.
"Angel Macks." Jennifer nodded and pointed to the mess hall,
"I suggest you guys hurry on to dinner then. The food here is amazing, we've got ourselves a really great cook. I think we're serving sloppy Joes." Angel and Julia nodded.
"Great."
"Superb." As they walked in silence, neither took a glance backwards to check if Jennifer was watching. Angel was pretty sure since Julia wasn't willing to continue their conversation. That is until they arrived at the mess hall.
"Don't think you'll always be that lucky," Julia scoffed, Angel guessing she was talking about Jennifer's interruption. Angel was about to snap back when she nearly avoided a girl sitting at a nearby table who suddenly jumped up with a plate of sloppy Joe sauce and shouted,
"ICE CREAM FOR ME!" Angel never thought the girl's action would send bits of her sauce flying onto the head of another camper.
"Karly, calm down," the girl sitting at the same table warned, her own ice cream forgotten. The other camper stood up and looked the girl Karly with irritation, red sauce mixing into her black hair. Before Karly could apologize, the girl snapped,
"You must be the clumsiest person to walk the planet."
"Hey! It was just an accident," the other girl defended, getting up from her seat.
"Caydence, just leave it," Karly urged, but Caydence shook her head.
"No, she should apologize."
"Apologize! She should apologize to me, the klutz."
"All right, knock it off."
"No." No one saw it coming. The girl had suddenly lifted her own sloppy Joe and threw it at Karly. Angel looked on in despair before shouting,
"Hit the deck!"
"I'm going to get some more, all right?" Ariana told the group, holding up her energy drink. Elliot was laughing in amusement.
"That's your fifth, isn't it?"
"Yeah, so?"
"So, aren't you close to feeling sick yet?" Ariana shook her head rapidly.
"Nope."
"Ariana, don't over do it. You can't make an addiction out of those," Jalen warned, looking over his two-bitten burger. Ariana nodded, rolling his head and got up at the exact moment a sloppy Joe hit her right in the face, sending her to fall backwards. Bumping into Kyle, who was just about to take a bite out of his sloppy Joe, which the meat inside had squirted out due to the extra force put into biting it. The containments were then flying across the table and hit the back of a girl's head. The girl looked behind her to see Elliot and Chloe trying to hold in their laughter. Kyle recognized her as the two girls from before, and got up immediately to walk over to their table.
"Are you okay," Kyle asked sincerely, handing them a napkin. Krisalyn noticed the other girls laughing and said bluntly,
"I don't think that was funny."
"Krisalyn," Samantha scolded. Kyle looked behind him and nodded.
"I don't either-"
"Then maybe you should apologize to the girl," came a commanding voice. The girls were surprised to see a boy stomping over, trying to act confident despite the height difference between him and the other boy.
"I know, I was," Kyle assured his voice firm.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" the other boy said, a self-righteous look on his face.
"He's waiting for you to bug off," barked another voice. This time the boy Samantha and Krisalyn had seen earlier with the fohawk had come forward to help his friend.
"Isaac, I got it," Kyle turned to Isaac giving him a look, thanking him for his help but told him to drop it.
"Really, I'm okay. It's no big deal," Samantha assured, trying to stop the argument.
"See, the girl's fine," Isaac told the other boy who didn't want to end the conversation so easily.
"No, he should apologize."
"Not if there's nothing to apologize for."
"So what, he thinks he's too good for common manners?"
"Hey," Kyle advanced towards the boy but another boy ran up to stand in between them.
"Look, guys, let's be cool and leave the girls alone," the boy said in a friendly tone, sending a curious look at Samantha who blushed.
"Dude, just leave this to me."
"I'm afraid if I did, Derek, there'd be nothing of you left."
"So what, big-shot here can't fight his own battles?" Isaac shot, a look of mockery on his face. Kyle tried leading Isaac away but was too late.
"I said apologize," Derek ordered, grabbing a glass of soda
"Derek no!" Jacob yelled, but too late. Instead of Isaac the soda splashed all over a
The next thing they knew, somebody had jumped on the table and screamed,
"FOOD FIGHT!"
"What was that?" Mitchie asked as she looked into the mess hall. There seemed to be a lot of chaos happening inside and she was starting to rethink entering in.
"I don't know, but whatever it is. It looks like fun." Mitchie gave Shane a critical look and asked,
"Don't you think we should stop it?" Shane shook his head and dragged Mitchie away by the hand.
"You worry too much Mitchie. I'm sure it's a harmless food fight. We'll clean up later, all right?" Mitchie looked uncertain but smiled when Shane pulled her close for a warm hug.
Jacob instantly dropped to the floor, just missing some chocolate pudding from hitting his face. He was sure CAMP ROCK was going to be fun, but not hectic. As he began crawling under the tables to avoid getting hit, he didn't notice someone already hiding beneath the same table. He looked up and saw the girl, Derek had tried to defend. He himself had thought to come over and ask if she was all right. Then again, he didn't want to make himself the fool, so he let Derek handle it. Wrong move!
"Hi," he said finally, when he noticed they had been staring at each other.
"Hi," she answered back. They sat in silence until a boy fell to the ground with cheese covering his nose. The girl tried holding back a giggle and Jacob felt his ears ringing. He was right before, the girl was cute, even with sloppy Joe sauce in her hair.
"I'm Jacob," he mentioned, holding out a hand.
"I'm Sam," she answered, taking his. They both looked disgusted when they realized there was some kind of yogurt on their fingers and both began laughing hysterically, sharing the same thought, what next?