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Summary: Nate came one day later to Camp Rock because of his mothers birthday, and now it seems that everyone has already made friends, and no ones left for him. Except this one weird guy who keeps talking about birds. Will they become friends? And what is this weird feeling Nate has been having?

Rating: M for later chapters.

Warnings: This chapter contains violence and there will later on be grahip m/m

Chapter 1 - S.O.S by Rikke S. Jessen

Nate Black had arrived at Camp Rock a day later than everyone else. Yesterday it hadn't seemed so important to get to the camp when everybody else did, but now he suddenly realized how much could happen in one day. He'd never thought it'd be harder for him to make friends just because he came a day later.

It seemed that everybody already had groups they walked with, except him. Of course it didn't help that because of his absence he would be staying alone in a cabin. No chances of making friends there. Never mind that he found it hard enough to make friends all together, being the music-freak never did help his reputation.

Sighing Nate placed his guitar on one of the three empty beds in his room, and decided he might as well wait until after dinner to unpack. Maybe he would get lucky and meet someone whom he could move in with.

Looking at the time Nate left the cabin for a stroll in the woods. He always felt relaxed in places like this, the birds singing abow him, the nice smell of grass and trees, and most of all, none of the nosies that he was used to from the city. Just quiet.

"No wait! Birdie!" the sudden noise brought Nate out of the dazed condition, and he watched as an older boy ran past him, looking up the sky. "Noo" the boy whined. "I lost her.." he look down at his shoes, sniffling a bit.

"Who did you lose?" Nate asked, startling the boy who hadn't seemed to notice Nate before. He looked at Nate with big confused hazel eyes, before breaking into a grin.

"Hi!" he smiled.

"Um.. Hi I guess. Who did you lose?"

"What?"

"You said you lost her?"

"Who?"

"Her!"

"What's your name?!" The boy had a big smiled planted on his face, and seemed to have forgotten all about whoever he had lost.

"Um.. Nate, Nate Black" Nate answered looking awkwardly at the boy, who just stood smiling for a few minutes. Finally it seemed like the strange boy had processed what he had said, and he answered:

"Nice too meet you Nate! My name Jason, but my mom calls me Jay!" Great, this had to be the stupidest boy he had ever met. But still, he did seem nice, and Nate really didn't want to spend the summer alone. "How old are you Natie?" Natie? Where did that come from?

"I'm 13, what about you?"

"I turn 16 next month!" Jason grinned like this was the best thing in the world, and suddenly walked closer to him.

"Um w-what are you doing?" exclaimed Nate and Jason spread his arms, enveloping him a bear hug.

"I love hugging!" Great. "I also love birdies!".

This was going to be interesting.

Nate had never met anyone like Jason, the boy seemed to be built by happiness and energy. Nothing seemed to bring him down, also – it was kinda scary the way he seemed to be so dumb, it was a miracle that he could even walk on his own, and yet know so much about birds.

While eating their dinner, Jason kept on talking about all the birds he had seen at the camp these last two days. And not only did he know all of their names, he also knew what they ate, which sound they made, and which trees that they preferred to sleep in. Things that didn't interest Nate the slightest, but it made Jason even happier, and somehow that also made him happy. Perhaps it was this feeling his mom was always talking about. The one about feeling great by doing great things for others? It seemed to be the only logical reason.

"Oi! Airhead!" yet again a loud voice broke Nate's train of thought, and he looked up to see three older looking boys standing by their table.

"Can I help you?" Nate asked, noticing that the smile had faded from Jason's lips. This couldn't be good.

"Started hanging out the minors are we?" a redhead sneered at Jason, completely ignoring Nate. The two other guys, who were obviously the redhead's goons, let out loud laughter that made the whole room look at them. "Not only are you an bird-loving dumbo, now you also molest small boys? Only way you can get some is it Joeseph?" Looking at Jason, Nate could see tears forming in his eyes.

"It's Jason" he answered back, his voice trembling, like a child who's almost crying.

"Whatever, like I care!" the boy shot back, laughing loudly.

"Hey! Stop speaking to him like that!" Nate stood up from his chair, having overcome the shock, and now feeling no more than a need to protect his new friend.

"Hush when the adults are speaking" one of the goons said, pushing Nate back in his seat, turning their attention back too Jason, who looked at Nate with big frightned eyes.

"Aw, look at him, he's crying" the red haired boy exclaimed, once more laughing. "What do you think we should do with this Mamma's boy guys?" One of the goons spoke up:

"I think we should beat him up, Alex!" Alex seemed pleased enough with this idea, and gestured for his tag-along to pick up Jason.

"And pick up the brat too, we might as well make sure he doesn't go tell an adult."

Picking Nate up too, the group walked out of the now quiet dining room, everyone in the room sitting paralyzed, looking as the two boys who were being carried out, struggling and screaming.

Nate could already taste the blood in his mouth as he was brutally thrown to the ground. Looking a Jason he smiled, trying to assure his friend that this was going to be okay. It didn't work because at the same moment Jason took a kick to the gut. Yelling out Nate tried to help him, but was pushed to the ground and received a blow to his face, making his nose bleed.

Laying silently on the ground Nate watched the boys focusing their abuse on Jason instead. That is until something happened. It was really hard to follow because he still had his body pressed to the ground. But suddenly he saw a thin figure tackle the guy who kicked Jason to the ground, knocking him to the ground.

"You don't bully" the new arrival said, turning his attention to Alex. "Especially not at Camp Rock!"

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I know, crappy ending :s .. But please review ! And help to make my story better would be nice : D