Hey guys. In case you were wondering, no I'm not abandoning my other story Never Too Late. But I saw this challenge on and I just had to respond. So yeah, I hope you guys enjoy and feedback is wanted.

Ugh, I have officially been reported so I have to change the names to the Camp Rock characters. I know it does't sound like someting I should be complaining about, but it makes me feel like their different people. Oh well...

Summary

Nick is so excited to finally get his drivers license. But after a horrific accident occurs involving a young girl, will it change their lives for better or worse?

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Nate smiled brightly as he tore the white envelope open. Not bothering to read the letter, he grabbed the rectangular card enclosed.

It was finally here.

His drivers license.

"Dude, how come your picture came out so awesome?" Shane questioned, taking a bite from the peanut butter covered apple slice.

Nate continued to grin like a maniac. "Because I'm cool like that. Besides, it was the best day of my life."

The straight haired male swallowed before continuing. "So are you going to take her out for a drive," he asked, referring to Nate's vintage Mustang that had been sitting in the garage for the past few weeks.

Nate rolled his eyes playfully. "No shizit, Sherlock."

"Language, Nathan," Denise warned, walking into the kitchen.

Nate sent his mom an apologetic look. "Sorry. It's not my fault Joe's such an idiot."

Shane laughed. "Yeah," he replied, before realizing he'd been insulted. "Hey!" He reached over to smack his younger brother on the arm, but Nate was too fast.

The curly haired boy chuckled as Joe pouted, shoving another apple slice into his mouth. "So Mom, do you think maybe I could go for a quick drive around the block. Like maybe right now..."

Denise frowned slightly. "I'm not sure, Nathan," she sighed. "But I guess if someone went with you, it wouldn't be so bad..."

Nate groaned. "Mom, I'm sixteen years old! I don't need to be chaperoned everywhere I go. I mean seriously. We all know I'm mature enough to drive carefully. And it's not like I can get attacked by fans while I'm driving."

"Well, actually that's not quite true, Nate. You seem to have forgotten the mall incident," Jason remarked, entering the kitchen, and putting an empty bowl into the dish washer.

Nate shot the older boy a glare. "Not helping," he whispered fiercely.

Denise cleared her throat. "Well, I guess a quick drive around won't be so bad. Make sure you're back in 20 minutes. Dinner should be ready by then."

"Yes! Thanks so much, Mom." he exclaimed, giving Jason a look of triumph.

She laughed before giving him a warm hug. "You're very welcome. And be careful." She kissed his cheek before returning to the boiling water on the stove.

"Well have fun little bro. Don't do anything stupid." Jason and Shane ruffled the younger boys curls.

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Nate took a deep breath as he wiped his sweaty palms on his dark skinny jeans. He the rear view mirror, and made sure his seat belt was on before putting the key in the ignition. He jumped slightly as the car started. He hadn't expected it to be so powerful.

He put the car into gear and gently pressed the gas, smiling as the car gently pulled out of the driveway.

He turned the steering wheel, and pulled out of he driveway.

There weren't many people driving around so Nick picked up speed, now going at around 10 mph.

He continued to drive down the quiet streets so he wouldn't have to worry about causing traffic. He became more comfortable s the minutes went by and began to drive slightly faster.

Everything's going to be fine, he thought.

Suddenly, Nate slammed on the brakes a a girl stepped right into the path of the oncoming car. He felt the car jerk as the impact occurred.

He snatched he keys from the ignition, tore off his seat belt, and quickly jumped out of the car. He gasped as he saw the girl, no more than sixteen years old, lying on he ground unconscious. Her wrist was red and swollen and she had cuts on her face, as well as a gash on her head.

"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" A middle aged woman ran up to them. "I saw what happened from my living room window, and I've already called 911."

She rushed over to the girl to inspect the damage.

Nate wanted to help her, but his body felt paralyzed. His breathing was erratic and his chest felt as if it were on fire.

His eyes darted around. He noticed the smashed iPod about a foot away from the girl's hand. He noticed the small puddle of red around her head. He also noticed the Elvis Costello shirt she had been wearing which now had small bloodstains.

But when his eyes looked upward and he saw the bright red hexagon with four white letters spelling S-T-O-P, his heart nearly stopped.

They're are many different things that could be said to have caused the accident.

It could've been Denise's fault for allowing her sixteen year old son to drive alone.

It could've been Nate's fault for being so sure he could do it.

It could've been the city councils fault not responding immediately to calls that a large tree was blocking the stop sign on the corner of Cleavland Street and Riolite Avenue.

It could've been 16 year old, Kristine Simmons fault for blasting her iPod while taking a walk, and attempting to cross a street while doing so, even though that would've caused it to be her mother's fault as well for being such a witch and forcing Kristine to leave the house before she lost her mind.

But all Nate could think about was the young girl, sprawled on the pavement, possibly dead.

And it was all his fault.

Sorry it's so short. And I really didn't like this chapter but, hey, you be the judge. I'll try to make the next chapters longer. I'm not updating until I get 10 reviews/comments though!

And I'm not sure if I want this story to turn into a romance. You guys let me know what you think.