Hey all! I randomly got the urge to write a Camp Rock fanfiction, I have absolutely no idea where I'll be going with this story so lets just take this a chapter at a time. This fanfic will start right after the Final Jam :) Let me know what you think. Also! The summary for this story is a direct quote from one of my favorite books, If I Stay by Gale Forman.
I will also say, that in this chapter there is a rape scene, it isn't long but just wanted to put it out there.
I make my way down to the lake shore. I couldn't stop smiling after the end of Final Jam, I couldn't believe that I ended up being 'the girl with the voice'. That Shane and I basically sang a duet combining both of our songs to make a perfect one. Even after everything that has happened, from all of the drama with Tess to losing practically every friend I made here so far at Camp Rock to this, going on a midnight canoe ride with Shane, this summer has been the best of my life and I wouldn't change a thing. I can't wait to get home and tell Sierra about this magical summer I had here.
I was sitting on the dock waiting for Shane, looking up at the full moon above the lake. I knew I was a few moments earlier than the meeting time at midnight Shane had given me, but I can't help but fear the worst, that he blew me off. Those thoughts didn't last long because I heard a familiar voice from behind.
"Are you ready?" Shane asked, he already had a paddle and two life jackets for us both.
I nodded my head and walked closer to him and took a life jacket from him. On occasion, our hands would brush against each other and I couldn't help but feel butterflies form in my stomach and my cheeks turn a bright red. There was a canoe already on shore, we both took off our shoes, I helped him push the canoe off shore before I got in, Shane kept pushing the canoe through shallows of the water, getting his jeans wet. Eventually he jumped in the canoe as well, almost tipping it causing me to laugh at his clumsiness.
He paddled us towards further and further out into the lake, there weren't any words spoken between us, however it was a comfortable silence, not an awkward one. He stopped paddling suddenly and he broke the awkward silence.
"Can I ask you something?" Shane asked, I turned my gaze so I was then focused on him. I looked up again so I was making eye contact with him, I starred deep into his brown eyes, they were glistening with the way the full moon was hitting them.
"Yeah of course," I answered.
He took a deep breath before he spoke up once more, "Why did you lie? I don't mean this in a rude way, I'm just curious."
I should have been prepared for this question, however, I wasn't. I had no idea how I was going to tell this world famous pop star that I'm practically a nobody back home, a person who only has one friend and who is bullied on a near day to day basis. I had tears form in my eyes and my voice cracked as I tried to speak. I feel a tear slide down my cheek, I try to quickly wipe it away, but Shane beat me to it. I shiver at his touch, his hands were warm and soft to the touch.
"I have no idea where to even start," I begin to say, trying to laugh a bit.
"Don't worry, we have tons of time," Shane adds softly.
I nod my head, and take a deep breath and start from the beginning, "Back home, I have one friend. Just one, her name is Sierra, and although I only have one friend, I'm thankful that it is her, I've known her since kindergarten but we became friends in third grade. I've been bullied pretty much my whole life, it was bad in middle school but when I got to high school it got worse and no matter what I did to try to make it stop, nothing would work, so I pretty much try to ignore it. I guess when I got here, I just wanted things to be different, I wanted to see what it was like to have multiple friends, to have a choice of who I wanted to sit with during meal. I know it was dumb of me and it ended up getting me in so much more trouble than if I would have just stayed true to myself. I guess that's why I try to be nice and kind to everyone I meet, because of how worthless being bullied made me feel, I would never want to make someone feel that way."
I realized I was crying more when Shane brought me in for a tight hug, the canoe was thrown off balance, but neither Shane or I cared. I was the first one to pull out of the hug, I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes once again. The tears were freely falling from my eyes, I had never told anyone that much about myself. No one ever seemed to care to know that much personal information about myself.
"What did the bullies do to you?" Shane asked, showing full concern in his voice. I wanted to tell Shane more than anything, that the bullying throughout middle school eventually lead me to harmful habits, I remember the first time I had ever cut myself, I was 11. I remember all the times I was called 'fat', a 'pig', it came to a point where I would throw up my food after every meal. I had been diagnosed as bulimic at 14. My freshman year of high school, was when the worst event happened, it worsened my depression. I had been talked into attending a senior party with Sierra and her older sister, Megan, I tried to protest in every form, but somehow I ended up at the party.
I had to dig through my closet to find my nicest, yet somewhat revealing clothes I owned. I decided on a t-shirt dress I had worn on the first day of school, it wasn't 'party clothes', but it was closest piece of clothing that I had, I needed to fit in. I still couldn't believe I had let Sierra's older sister talk Sierra and I attend a senior party. It might be every freshman girl's dream to get invited to a senior party as a freshman, but it wasn't mine.
Megan's boyfriend had drove the three of us to the party, they both planned on drinking that night and told Sierra she was probably going to end up driving us back to their place even though Sierra only had her learners permit. We both rolled our eyes at this comment, knowing this was probably the reason why Megan and her boyfriend wanted the two of us to come in the first place. As we pulled up to the house, there had to be at least fifty cars lined up and down the street, the party house had nearly every light on in the house, the music could be heard down the block, it seemed to be a matter of hours before the police would be called. As soon as we all walked inside the house, Sierra and I lost her sister and her sister's boyfriend immediately.
Sierra seemed to be way more comfortable in this scene than I was. She was easily able to talk to other girls and even some guys while I just awkwardly stood by her side and followed her literally every where. We both were offered multiple times if we wanted any drinks but both of us refused. I quickly checked my wrist watch and a weight came down on my chest when I realized it was only 11 o'clock and there was a solid chance we would be here for at least three or more hours. I told Sierra I was going to go to the bathroom and would catch up with her in a bit and she nodded her head and continued talking to the group she was with.
I quickly made my way to the staircase but not before I had beer spilled on me and a couple of drunk guys try to grab my butt. I darted up the stairs and took an immediate right and found a bedroom to stay in for a few hours. I thought I had shut the door behind me however, when I turn around, I see a tall man behind me. He nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Oh sorry, is this your bedroom?" I asked, he didn't reply, "I can leave if you want," There was still no reply, something about this situation did not seem right to me. I walked past the man to the door, but he grabbed my wrist instead, I tried to wriggle my wrist from his grip, but I couldn't. "Let me go!" I scream, but he hushed my scream with a kiss. Before I knew it, he had lifted me off the ground and he threw me so I was laying over his shoulder, no matter how hard of a fight I put up, he seemed to handle it perfectly. He took a few steps to the bed before the placed me on it.
"Shhh." The man had said, as he placed his hand over my mouth, I knew exactly who this man was! It was Nicholas Dart, the starting quarterback of the football team. He was the talk of the school, as he was only a sophomore, he was being looked at multiple top D1 colleges nation wide. He elevated himself over top of me, I was struggling to get free, I tried screaming, but my screams were practically silenced by his hand, which kept pressing harder the more I screamed. He violently ripped my underwear off before sliding himself into me. He kept thrusting and the pain that was circulating through my body was one I could never describe. I eventually gave up in fighting him, it felt like ages before he let me go.
"You never speak of this to anyone," He demanded in a hushed tone, "If you do, you don't want to know what will happen next."
I nodded my head, I was in tears. I had just been raped, but I had no one to tell it too. He exited the room and I watched him leave like nothing happen. I felt dirty. Nicholas Dart had forever robbed me of my innocence.
"I can't talk about it Shane," I look down, like I had disappointed him, "I'm so sorry, I just can't talk about it."
"Its okay Mitch, if you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to." He comforted.
I quickly put on a brave face, trying to forget the scenario that played in my head and asked him questions as well.
"I was grounded when I was 13 for a month once because I was livid at Jason for some dumb reason and I threw a chair at him," Shane started laughing recalling this memory he had in his mind, "Well, I guess I did not have very good aim because I completely missed Jason but I hit a wall instead and put this gigantic hole in it." I too start to laugh at this.
Shane and I keep this small talk going on for at least another hour, he's the first to look at his watch, "Crap Mitchie, its nearly 2 am,"
Neither one of us had realized the time, we had just kept talking about small details about each other. I found out that his favorite color isn't actually green, but its orange.
"Luckily," I giggle, "I share my cabin with Caitlyn now and not my mom. But I'm sure I'll have tons of questions to wake up to in the morning."
"I share my cabin with Uncle Brown, so we'll see if he says anything to me tomorrow morning." We both laugh at this.
Shane tried his hardest to get us to shore as fast as he could, the harder he tried, we would end up going in a circle, I tried not to laugh, but I would watch his eyebrows furrow at this. Another detail I picked up about him.
We eventually made it back to shore, he exits the canoe first in the cool shallow water dragging the canoe onto the sand. I jump out of the canoe as well helping Shane drag it up further onto the shore.
It was a further walk to the cabins from the shore, at least half a mile. At one point, during the walk Shane grabbed my hand. He held on to it strongly, his hands were warm. I felt safe along side Shane, as if no one could ever hurt me.
Shane randomly stops in the middle of the path, Shane pulls me so we're only inches apart, I feel my heart start to race faster and my palms start to sweat. "I know this might be moving too fast. But I really do like you Mitchie, and I know I have a crazy schedule and all, but I was wondering if you would want to be my girlfriend?"
Shane Gray asking me to be his girlfriend? I had to be dreaming, there was no way that this could be happening. My inner fangirl is screaming, but somehow, I stay calm.
"I would love to have the honor," I reply with a laugh, causing Shane to smile. His smile, so beautiful, I would do nearly anything to keep that smile on his face forever. He closes the small gap between us. I was tense at first, realizing this was my first kiss since that horrid night at the senior party.
Shane and I continued walking to the cabins, he walked me to my cabin, even with the protests, he said he couldn't call himself a man if he did not make sure his girlfriend was safely back at her cabin. This made me laugh, so protective already.
I thought and hoped that Caitlyn would have already been asleep, as tomorrow would be a long day of packing to head home the next day. However, she was still up, her lamp next to her bed still on. As soon as I walked in through the cabin door, Caitlyn bombarded me with questions.
"Just make sure you tell me everything," She states, with curiosity filling her eyes.
I filled Caitlyn in on every detail, making sure I didn't miss anything. I even told her about our kiss, she squealed at this part while I blushed.
"He really does like you, I mean I can look at him and see the way he looks at you. He just gets that look to him." Caitlyn states and I keep blushing. At this rate, I'm sure my cheeks look like a tomato.
The next day was full of packing, Shane helped me pack up my cabin. I've moved cabins so many times, it feels like a routine now. From moving into the cabin with my mom, and then into the cabin with Tess, back in with my mom and finally moved in Caitlyn's cabin. I blushed when Shane found a box of tampons I had packed. He didn't say a word, only place it in my suitcase and I could not be more grateful he didn't say anything.
After my bags were packed, I had helped Shane pack up his stuff.
As soon as we walked in, you could barely see the floor of the cabin, clothes scattered everywhere. "Did Hurricane Shane make landfall sometime over the summer?" I giggled. He turned back around to face me.
"Ha ha, very funny," He sarcastically replies. I can't help but to let my eyes wander over his figure. He was wearing his normal skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, his jet black hair out of its normal straight but a little wavy. I take a look at his arms, his muscular arms. "Mitchie," Shane says, I snap out of my daze and look at him in the eyes.
"What?" I ask.
He just laughs and shakes his head at me.
We both continue to clean up his cabin a bit more, and believe it or not, the cabin floor soon became visible once more. "At least Hurricane Shane wasn't catastrophic," I say and smile at him. He leans down and pecks my lips and pulls back to smile at me.
Over the next few hours, I spent all the time I could with not only Shane but Caitlyn as well. During dinner Peggy, Ella, and even Tess joined us at the table. I was enjoying the last few hours I had with Shane. Who knew the next time I would even get to see him. I knew Connect 3 had a tour starting up on the west coast or the east coast, I couldn't remember which, performing nation wide. I also take in the fact that school starts for me soon, back to the life of having one friend and feeling my worst nearly every day.
The next morning was one of the worst I've had in a while. Caitlyn, Peggy, Ella, Tess and I all had exchanged phone numbers and emails, promising each other we'll keep up with one another's hectic lives. I promised Shane we would call and text every day.
We stay locked in an embrace for quite a while, and even when we let each other go, he pulls me in for a kiss. This is our first kiss that lingers, I savor this moment, his lips how soft they are and how they perfectly fit against my lips. He pulls away first and wipes a stray tear from my eye and gets into his limo where the other two members of Connect 3 are already sitting.
My mom comes up to me and wraps an arm around me, "Don't worry, you'll see him soon enough," she comforts and all I do is nod my head in agreement. I watch as the Connect 3 limo completely disappears from sight.
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