Hey peoples! This is my first story to ever go up on fan fiction and... so... enjoy it! Oh and one other huge favour, please review. I even a few will do, remember this is my first story, I need encouragement. And I will try to update soon but I'm not the fastest person at typing there is out there and I don't always have the computer. I will be able to update more often once I get my own computer (Mac book). So, here is the first chapter (don't worry, the story will get better... I hope)
Disclaimer: I'm the person you're looking for... I own camp rock... well, my mom... Okay, not my mom... I don't own Camp Rock or its characters (no, not even Joe/Shane...Jane (Joe & Shane)!) or the lost and found, Hannah Montana and her song Best Of Both Worlds, the MacDonald's dive through or anything else that other people own. The one thing I do own is Nowheresville (I even looked it up... no such place.) I also made up Sean, their tour bus driver (I don't own their tour bus either). Okay, enough of this... on with the story...
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Chapter 1:
Nate's P.O.V.
"All night long... Yah!" Shane finished the last few words of our song, Play My Music, then waved at the audience putting on a fake smile and walked off the stage. Really, what's his problem! There were screaming fans out there cheering for HIM and what does he do? Just walk off the stage, that's what he did!
"Thanks for all the support you have given us... awesome posters by the way. We all wish you a good night and I know it's summer vacation for you guys in a week, so, have an awesome time! Well, thanks again, drive safe." I said into the mic then walked off stage, Jason close behind. I seriously needed a word with Shane!
"Dude, what's your problem? There are thousands of girls screaming for you and you just leave?"
"Yah, well I'm Shane Grey and I can do what I want when I want!" he spat out rudely.
"No man, you're not Shane Grey, your some idiotic jerk that's taken over his body."
"But then where's Shane? Should I be scared of the idiotic jerk?" Jason asked.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath then reopened them putting my hand on Jason's shoulder, "Shane's lost himself and doesn't give a freakin' crap about it."I said very disappointingly.
Jason just simply put a confused look on his face. "Did he check the lost and found?"
Lost and found! I couldn't help but let out a short laugh at that one. No matter how bad I was feeling, I could always count on Jason to cheer me up... or make things worse.
Shane's P.O.V.
"You're both such freakin' idiots!" I got up and left the room but in the corner of my eye, I could see Nate following me. GOD! Why couldn't he just leave me alone for once! He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him. "WHAT!" I practically screamed at him.
"You need to clean up your act or get OUT of this band! Jason and I have had enough of you and so I suggest you do something about it or I will for you, and trust me, I won't keep things pretty. If they where to make a move of what I would do to you... let's just say it would be an 18+ horror film."
Wow, I never knew exactly how mad Nate could really get. Any more anger and lava would most definitely pour out of his ears... wait, what! That didn't last for long! His face is already softening up quite a bit.
"Shane... sorry. I don't want to kick you out but I will if I have to. We have been best friends since Camp Rock, but now..." he trailed off, sighed then continued still holding that calmness in this tone of voice. "If you still want to be my friend and stay in the band, doing what every music lover dreams of, then you'd better change your attitude!"Nate hadn't talked to me this nicely for two years. That's way back when my uncle died. I looked at him in shock. Amazingly, way in the back of my brain I knew that everything he just said was true.
"So what am I supposed to do? Go to the police station, start singing Hannah Montana's 'Best of Both Worlds' song then ask if they've seen the other side of me?" he giggled at my comment then stared at me awkwardly. I probably shouldn't have mentioned his ex-girlfriend. But you gotta admit... that was funny!
"No, but I have a pretty good idea of what to do..."
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Mitchie's P.O.V.
"Hey Mitch, did you watch Connect Three's concert on TV last night?" My best friend Caitlyn Gellar asked as she ran over to my locker excitedly. I shut my locker door, put the lock on, and then turned around to face her.
"No, my dad wouldn't let me. He was too busy watching the Nowheresville news...Have you ever wondered why this town is called Nowheresville anyways?"
"Uh, no, but you missed the BEST CONCERT EVER!!! They so rocked! Especially Nate! He has the voice and looks of an angle... Oh great! I'm letting my inner girl-side out. Shane was pretty good too but he just walked off the stage afterwards with a totally fake smile... Urgh! Will my girl-side just stay inside me already?!"
Ever since last year, when connect three had officially become famous, Shane was being a total selfish jerk. Oh, how I remember the old days when C3 just started out and no one bought their CD's (except for me, Caitlyn and my other friend Sierra Greenbed). Back when their music actually had a meaning. *mental sigh*. Oh how I love Shane's voice... and his eyes, hair, perfect looking skin, touchable hands, his oh so soft and kissable lips...
Mitchie! Stop! You're not supposed to think those things anymore! Even though his lips are so soft-looking... NO!!! This is sooooo wrong! Mitchie, control your hormones!
But, unfortunately it's true. He. Is. Hot. Actually, almost angelic.
No! You can't think that! It's not healthy...
"Mitch, you okay? You look a little blanked out." Caitlyn interrupted my mental battle (right side of brain against left side of brain) and brought me back to reality.
"I'm fine, I was just thinking"
"About?"
"You know... stuff." She gave me a 'yah-right' look. "Okay, actually I was thinking..."I started but was cut off by a noise: "Warning, beep, ding... Warning, beep, ding"
"What's that?" Caitlyn asked while looking around to try and find the source of the signal. I took my phone and put it to my ear as I mouthed 'my dad' to Caitlyn.
"Hi dad"
"Hello sweetie, I have great news..."
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Shane's P.O.V.
"Okay, look man, I know your trying to help me but there's no way in a million years that I'm doing this. I'll do anything else, even be tortured at Camp Rock... ANYTHING!"
"But you know your uncle Brown died and it's just not safe leaving you there with who knows how many screaming girls, and, I don't think that Dee would do a very good job of keeping you under control... she can barely keep Jason from running off after a bird." Nate pointed over to Jason who was looking out the window, binoculars glued to his face. "Oh look... It's an eagle... guys, I found an EAGLE!!!!!!!!!!" he said excitedly jumping up and down. Typical Jason! When will he learn that there's more to life than birds, ducks and anything else with feathers on it!?
"...So just think about what I said and make up your mind, lose the fame, or possibly your worst nightmare." He continued.
Just great! Now I had to choose between losing everything I've done for the past three years or go do manual labour in a town apparently called Nowheresville. Urgh! They were not going to do this to me! They couldn't. And even worse, they already to the public that we were taking a month break because of my supposed 'attitude problem'. Whatever! There are probably not that many Shane Gray obsessed girls in a small town like that anyways.
Wait... was I actually considering doing this?
Nate's P.O.V. - The next morning (Sunday)...
"Beep, beep, beep... Beep, beep, beep..." a noise erupted into the quiet room and eventually reached my once not half deaf ears.
"What," I half yawned "...7:30 already?" Urgh! I don't wan'na get up! I fluttered my eyes open and reached my arm over to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock but something was blocking it. I grabbed the piece of paper and read it (after turning my alarm clock off of course!). It says...
FINE!!! I have my bags ready and so we'd better be on our way to that town by 8:00. Wake Sean up and tell him too. If you're not there by 8:00 then I'll be beating you up in that 18+ horror movie!
Oh, P.S. I already called the mayor and he seemed pretty excited... whatever!
SHANE.
Great! I hate how grumpy Shane, our bus driver, gets in the morning! Well, on the bright side... he agreed to go, didn't he?
JASON'S P.O.V.
"Tweet, tweet" came a birds voice. I answered, "What's that Mrs. Birdie... or should I call you Mrs. White?"
"Tweet, tweet, tweetle!"
"Yes, I know the children will be awake soon but they won't mind us..."
"Dude, wake up!"
"What??? Mrs. White/Birdie are you feeling alright? Your voice is a little rough this fine morning isn't it?"
--end of dream--
"What??? Nate??? Where's Mrs. Birdie?" Oh those beautiful bird eyes and such colourful feathers. Wait... was I married to a bird? Wow, I really need a girlfriend now! Someone I could dream about instead of birds.
"Wait... what? Whatever, just get out of bed already! We have to get Sean to drive us to that town Shane has to go to. Please hurry, we have to be out of the hotel by 8:00 or Shane will be seriously pissed!" I hate it when people yell at me. It takes me out of my happy place. :(
SHANE'S P.O.V.
What is taking them so long! I just want to get this month over with as quickly and painlessly as possible. Where the hell are they? It's already 8:15!!! We could be a whole 15 minutes closer by now.
5 min. later...
"Dude, what took you guys so freakin' long? We could have left 20 minutes ago... Where's Sean?" I asked concerningly.
"I thought he was already here, he's not in his room!?" Oh, no! That can't be good at all! Why did Nate even have a mouth?
"Last I saw him he gave me the keys to the bus and drove off in some drunken girl's car" thanks a lot Jason. We all really wanted to hear that! URGH! Could this day get any worse?
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look, it's Connect 3!!!!!!!" some fan-girl cried out.
Apparently it can.
"Hurry, Shane, Jason... get in!" we all got in the tour bus, "Jason, I know you have only driven this thing once which was through a MacDonald's drive-through, but, you're the only one with a license of some sort, so, STEP ON IT!!!"
I know I haven't been that good lately but Nate thinks I can change, so, please don't let this be the end of all of our (but mostly mine) beautiful famous lives. How would the world cope without my insanely freakish, death-causing, amazingly fantastalistic hotness? ... Amen.
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'till next time,
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