I've been thinking about this story for a long time now and just recently I summed up the courage to write it down on paper. Originally the characters were written down as the JonasBothers but seeing as those stories get deleted, I rather not test the waters. ANYWHO, I hope you enjoy my story, it's a total AU from the movie Camp Rock but give it a chance!

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Almost Lover

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Day one: The Arrival

I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited, because I was. My parents finally decided to do something cool for once and take a break from tradition. We usually spend the winter holidays at home like most families do, but this time we got a break from the cold grips of my home town. We went as far as we could, as far as dad's free traveler miles could take us: Hawaii. For two whole weeks. My dad said to look at it as an early Christmas present, so we left the night of December 17 to arrive in paradise on the 18th. Yup, we're are celebrating New Years as well. Great, huh?

I nearly cried my eyes out when dad announced it to me and my siblings. It's like every girls dream to sit out on the soft sand of the beaches, lounging out under the warm sun, watching the tide crash into the shore while the crystal blue sea is stretched out in front of me. I was excited for this trip, it has to be the best present my dad has even given us.

This trip had so much expectations, everything that came my way amazed me. For example, on the flight over to my paradise, I was lucky enough to sit next to the cutest guy. His name was Colten, from Michigan, with the Malibu smile. He had sandy blond hair with honey colored eyes, somewhat reminiscent of the poster models my little sister Sofie has posted all over her walls. I was shocked that he even seemed to enjoy talking to me. It was a great beginning to a great trip.

Looking back on that flight I realized how stupid I was thinking that nothing will ever go wrong, that this trip was a time for me to enjoy myself to the fullest and get a sun-kissed tan. I mean, all that stuff comes second from the spending the holidays with the family. And after the two weeks of hell I was really grateful that I had them to depend on.

Confused? Well, let me start my story, you will not regret listening.

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"Erica! Hurry!" My mom called from out in the hallway of the very decent hotel my dad snagged for us. It had just been hours since we had landed on this tiny island and had almost no time to settle down. Why? The parentals decided to surprise us for a fancy dinner on the top floor and most of our time was spent on getting ready.

I took another glance at myself. I flattened out my navy blue a-line skirt and readjusted the straps of my crisp white tank. I shifted the string of dark pearls so the clasp would lay directly in the middle of my neck.

"ERICA!"

I ran out of the bathroom, purse in hand, and met my family who was anxiously waiting for me.

"'Bout time. I was thinking you drowned in the toilet." My brother Miles joked as we walked towards the elevator.

"Miles," dad said giving off his infamous warning tone, "Don't start."

I grinned, glad that dad was willing to put a stop to Miles nonsense early on.

"Daddy?" a tiny voice piped up. It was my sister Sofie who was a tiny kid version of me. We shared the same pin-straight brown hair, the same big brown eyes, and the same smile. I honestly think she is much cuter, than I was, as a kid. One thing she has, that I don't, is lots of charming personality. She just dazzles her way into hearts, where as I, as a kid was much more reserved.

"Yeah Sofie?" The roughness that was dad voice, echoed down the hall.

"How high up is the restaurant?" Sofie is known to have a tiny phobia of heights. We had to give her a blind fold on the flight to calm her down.

"It's on the last floor. It's the twelfth, honey, it's not that high. The walls and ceiling are completely made of glass, so, the view is amazing. You'll love it, Sofie." My mom picked up the 7 year old as we loaded the elevator. Miles eagerly pushed the button that read "12". I took less than 2 minutes to reach from the 3rd floor to the 12th floor.

As the metallic doors slid open, I held my breath. Mom was under-exaggerating. The view from the top floor was simply breath taking. Above us, stood a clear night sky splattered with stars; below, the dark murky ocean, the small mountain and the white sandy beach laid still.

"This is amazing!" I squealed as we were escorted to our table. The tables were limited, as half of the restaurant consisted of a stage, where performers were putting on an extravagant show and a floor where I believe will be used up for dancing later on.

"We will be right with you to take orders, please enjoy our complementary wine." The host said.

"SWEET!"

"No Miles."

The host tried to hold back a grin, "And the sparkling apple cider for the young ones. Your waiter will be here in a few minutes." The host places two large bottles on the middle of our table before he left.

"Oh my gosh!" Sofie squealed. Hey tiny self wiggled around in her chair, her eyes shiny with a sudden burst of tears. I was alarmed. For a second, I thought she was having a panic attack from the acrophobia she has. But after a few minutes her emotion became apparent, she was excited.

"What is it?" I ask after Mom and Dad shot glances at me, telling me to calm her down.

She leaned forward, pointing at the table next to us, "It's Connect Three!"

I followed her gaze toward the table nearest us. There sat a family of four. A mother and her three sons. The women stood up, kissing the boys on the cheek before she rushed away towards the elevator.

"Who?" Forgive me, but I sometimes have a hard time remembering things.

Sofie rolled her eyes,"Connect Three!"

I looked at her with a blank stare, saying the name twice wasn't working for me. Miles scoffed, as if Sofie had said something stupid.

"Those guys that you have pictures all over your walls?" He asked, Miles seemed to be more informed than I was. Nonetheless, a lightbulb went off in my head.

I felt almost ridiculous, the whole nation is in Connect Three Hysteria. It's almost scary, to be honest. The one time they came for a concert back home, girls were literally crying on the streets in celebration. I looked around, What if their crazy fan base found them here? It would ruin our dinner! Not to mention we might get trample over. In an instant I dislike them. I just assumed that these famous kids would be intoxicatedly arrogant, without a care, and well, really arrogant. I know it sounds crazy, but I had some resentment towards them, and all they have done is sit there.

"I'll be back" Sofie bounced off and stopped at their table, instantly chatting up a storm. I told you, she's a charming kid. Miles sat back, almost like if he were watching tv, waiting for something to go wrong.

"Erica, Go get her!" My mom said trying to hide the urgency in her voice. Mom was never a fan of Sofie ever going up to complete strangers.

I stood up, willingly, I wouldn't want my sister to talk to those boys. They might rub off some of their cheekiness. The table was four steps away, and as I approached I heard Sofie charming her way into their hearts.

"- then, when we landed, I took off the blind fold and I saw all of the sand and the water. It was really pretty, I practically ran out. Erica, she's my sister, trip over a guy who she's been gushing over since we got on that plane."

I faked my laugh, "Ha, Sofie, thats nice. Now leave them alone." I was about to reach for her arm when she dodged behind the oldest looking boy. He had soft curly brown hair and thick sideburns. His thin smile reminded me of dad's; Gentle. He was the first one to speak up.

"It's fine, really, we love talking to fans."

I believed him, he held this honesty aurora that it was impossible not to be against him. My tensed muscles relaxed. Perhaps they weren't that bad. I broke a smile, relieved that they didn't seem too bother by Sofie or that arrogant.

"Well, I'm sorry Sofie interrupted-" I started, I was cut off.

"She didn't, we need the company." Another said. He had the same exact curly hair as the oldest but he seemed entirely different. Now that I think about it, Sofie once mentioned that Connect Three were brothers. Seeing them in person, I can see the similarities but they all had entirely different looks.

"Their dad is sick, and their mom just left to check up on him."Sofie piped, filling me in.

The oldest smiled at me, "I'm Jason, and this is Nate."

He motioned over to the other boy who just talked.

"And," he continued, " This is Shane."

Shane, for the first time since I was there, looked up. I gulped. Something about him made me uneasy. Kinda like when you know you're in danger but mix with anxiousness and a sprinkle of resentment.

I know. I know. I know!

I was softening up to the guys but with Shane it just made me build up another wall.

I must of stood there like an idiot, looking over at Shane as he look back with disgust. Ok, maybe not disgust but it was pretty damn well close to it.

"Ahem?" Sofie nudged me.

I quickly snapped out of it, "Nice to meet you all."

Nate grinned at me, "Sit down, it's been a while since we have talked to someone normal" He patted the chair to the right of Shane, motioning to sit in between them. Shane didn't change, he even looked like he was challenging me, to sit. He sat back, like Miles did before, and crossed his arms.

I shook my head, "I can't."

"Well then, can we join you?" Jason said, hopeful.

Before I got to answer, Sofie accepted his offer before I got to decline it. The five of us walked over bringing 3 extra chairs for them. As we settled down I glance over at Shane. His lips tugged at the corners forming a scowl. Flustered, I looked away.

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Jason and Nate warmed up to my parents instantly. Even Miles was enjoying their company, talking about boy stuff and guitars. The joyous atmosphere didn't seem to affect two people in that table.

Me and Shane.

I didn't dare look his way, in fear he might catch me looking. I didn't understand really. I mean, sure I made judgments on them, but I had the capacity to change my mind. Every now and then Jason would make a comment that would make me smile and Nate would tell wild tales of life on the road. Shane never spoke a word unless he was asked a question.

When he spoke, it's like he knew I was listening, I could feel his gaze as I occupy myself with my food.

"Shane, it must be hard for your parents to follow you around across the country." My mom said with the most genuine concern.

"It is. But they love seeing us happy and they do whatever it takes to support our dream." Shane said. His voice rang in my ears, before another sound filled my head.

The soft melodic music flowed through out the restaurant, opening the floor for couples. It was Frank Sinatra, Fly me to the Moon. I've heard the song many times because dad loves Frank. Usually, during hot summer nights, he would play that song and dance around the living room with mom. So it didn't come as a surprise to see them spring to their feet and make there way to the floor to dance

All six of us watched them. Many times before, I had pray to have such a loving relationship, like the one mom and dad have. It just seems more real than the way movies picture love. I like the way books describe love but not movies, I think the feeling gets lost in translation, sometimes.

"May I have this dance, Sofie?" Jason stood up, holding out a hand. Sofie eagerly took it as she skipped towards the floor.

I sighed completely forgetting about everything. I'm a big daydreamer, so in times like these, I can't help but to dream about my happily ever after. I was quickly snapped out of it as Nate and Miles began to laugh. I turned around.

They looked back at me, wondering why I wasn't laughing yet. I guess I missed the big joke. I was about to go back to my daydreamer stage when my gaze swept over Shane. His eyes locked on mine. I hate to say it, but for the first time I felt true vulnerability when he looked at me. Maybe, perhaps, because he showed such a dislike of me it made me feel inferior to him.

After what seemed like a life time he broke away, and stood up. I could read his full intentions. He was planning to leave. I didn't know weather to chase after him, or stay here with Nate and Miles. He began to walk off pulling out his cell phone, beginning to text. I still debated to go after him, that is, until he was to far away that it would seem weird following him. I watched until he disappeared behind the elevator doors.

Nate shuffled in his seat reaching in his pocket, he took out his cell phone which was similar to Shane's. He looked at the lit screen for a second and then glanced up at me.

I didn't need anymore obvious clues to know that it was Shane who texted Nate. I didn't need more clues to know that I feel so powerless around Shane. And I only need one hint to know that Shane Grey and I will not get along.

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AH! First Chapter out of the way! Expect many more to come! I have three other stories (That are still in my mind) to inter-connect with each other. I'm sure you guys would like the finish product! But for the mean time fell free to write a review! It's Greatly appreciated!