A/N: Did you all like the trailer? This is a prologue fill you all in on the goods. This fiction is writing chapter by chapter but with notes per chapter on what should happen. But anything can/will change. All Shane's POV unless people want a change.
Disclaimer: I don't own camp rock. Hell, I can't even get out of my own country. Let alone go to the U.S to buy Camp Rock.
Full Summary:
'I can't wait to write you a letter, for every day that I can't bare. You can fill these moments words like forever, but you've got to swear. Don't forget to remember me.' I scrawled on a piece of paper. She has no idea what she's doing to me.
Camp Rock is over. Shane and Mitchie keep in touch the old fashion way 'writing letters'. So when Shane goes on tour, how can Mitchie keep writing letters? She has a choice to make, because life isn't always a fairytale.
Chapter One:
I lay on my bed looking up at the white ceiling. My eyes fixed on the small dent in the paint. "Shane do you want to watch paint fall from your ceiling or read this awesome letter." Nate asked leaning against the white paint door that led to the first floor corridor of our home here in Hollywood. All of our families reside in Wyckoff New Jersey. So we bought a little place here. "Hand it over Nate." I said knowing he had the latest letter from my pen pal/best friend Mitchie Torres who lives in Wyckoff also.
"Magic words Shane." I sighed Nate always liked playing games. I stood up on my double bed the black bed sheets now sprawled all over my bed. I jumped off my bed leaping towards Nate. He ducked running towards his room. I took a short cut through his bathroom which was the only one that led hallway, bathroom bedroom. In Jason and my case you had to go inside our bedrooms to get to the bathroom.
I beat him inside his room. I jumped over his double bed that held blue sheets landing slightly dizzy I picked up 'ole Bess'. Nate's most prized guitar. "Hand over the letter Nate." I said slightly out of breath. Nate sighed. I held my hand open holding out the guitar for him to take. With that we swapped. "Thank you Natey." I said a smirk playing on my lips.
Nate sighed he leant against the east wall of his bedroom that was painted lime green, opposite that wall was a orange wall, to the left of that one was a red wall and the wall that had a window was bright blue. Nate has weird taste. Nate huffed pointing to his white paint door. "OUT!" I smirked walking back into my room.
The wall that ran parallel to the hallway was an emerald green, the wall to the left a.k.a the wall with my bathroom door sky blue, the wall with my window a brilliant shade of red, the last wall the one that hung all of my paintings an amazing shade of rich blue. Yes I have an obsession with blue, shoot me down.
I played with the white paper envelope that held Mitchie's latest letter. Sure enough as soon as I sat on the three legged stool in the corner of my room where I usually play guitar I ripped open the letter. Sure enough in Mitchie's neat romantic looking cursive writing held her latest letter:
Dear Shane, 20/4/09
How are you? I'm doing well. I heard Hot Tunes announce that you are going on world tour. How freaking awesome? You so need to get me tickets. I'm joking; you know I'm no Video Girl.
But OMG did you hear that I'm sending letters to this really famous hot teen sensation. He's two years older than me but totally not as smart. He has horrible hair, but I'm sure next time he comes to visit I can fix that. Do you know the guy? His initials are something like S.J.G.
I can tell your laughing your head off at me. But the thing is there's not much new down at Wyckoff. What about Hollywood? You're not going to see an Adam Lantern shows are you? You know I bagged him. You chose Kris Ellen, not my fault I texted nine hundred times so he'd win. Un-like your boring one vote for Kris Ellen.
And no, I do not care if Adam Lantern is gay, he totally rules the vocals and that's all that matters. Oh and FYI, he is totally a better vocalist than the teen sensation that I'm sending letters to.
Stop laughing Shane Joseph Gray. Don't think you can get away with that. When you visit next times don't think I'll forget this. And! I'll tell you mommy Shane. I will, and you know her, she'll believe me. And she'll be upset that you're laughing at me.
Well, better give this to Letterman Larry to send off.
M T
I O
T R
C R
H E
I S
E !
By this time I was in an all out laughing fit. I closed my eyes trying to calm down. A picture of a stern looking Mitchie appeared in my mind. Her smile soon found its way onto her lips like always when I was around.
Hang on, does that mean she likes me?
I shook the thought off. Quickly grabbing some none crinkled piece of paper writing a reply:
Dear Mitchie, 25/4/09
I'm good, glad to hear you are also. I know, WORLD TOUR! It starts June and finishes six or seven months later. Starts here and finishes Australia. Nice way to end don't you think? I know you're not a video girl but I am getting you tickets to at least two concerts maybe the first, last and one near Wyckoff. Yea?
Yea, I heard the guy your sending letters to be hot. Like hot hot. He must have straight 'awesome' hair that's kind of long, mysterious brown eyes and a smile that could kill. I think I know the name. Fifteen letters: Shane Joseph Gray. Yea he's totally hot, and you agree.
No, I'm not laughing, you have a perfectly normal crush on some freakin' hot guy. Nothing funny about it. Hm… Hollywood, not much new, Taylor Swing and I are doing three concerts near by. Nate and Miley are going good, but don't tell anyone or you'll have seven sins to your name. Jason and Ella are air headed as ever.
Oh, Adam Lantern asked me to come box seats to a show of his. Six tickets….
Let's see, Miley, Ella, Nate, Jason, Me and one more. What's her name? Michelle, no. Minnie, no, its Mitchie right? JOKING! Yea, Adam invited me. You want to come? Box seats, autographs, backstage passes. I'm sending plane tickets, if you don't want to go send them back.
Kris Ellen totally didn't deserve to lose Idol. He was the 'humble hero' of idol, unlike Adam who was all, I rock Queen and KISS so let me win! Any way, I wouldn't spoil your evening if you wanted to make out with Adam after the show. Not sure how he'd react though. No one knows if he'd like or not.
And have you never heard the saying 'one vote makes a difference.' So nine hundred makes no sense! BAM! Yea, Michelle 'Mitchie' Torres, STOP LAUGHING! My mommy will believe ME. I'm her SON. She never had a DAUGHTER. So go put A LOT of make-up on, find a wig and impersonate Nate.
Send me a picture of that. Really, please. Nate would freak. It be so funny Well, this superstar has to go record 'Mandy' again. They want to do a remix.
S G
H R
A A
N Y
E !
So I sealed the envelope. Nearly two weeks until I get a new message from Mitchie. Five days to Wyckoff, five days back, ten days to wait. I walked down the white carpeted hallway my eyes drifting from picture to picture, of family and friends. The white walls were not as bright as one would think. I placed the crisp paper on the marble kitchen bench top scribbling in a barely understandable scrawl:
Mitchie Torres
61 Poppy Road 2032
Wyckoff New Jersey
Then I placed the paper in the 'mail' pile that was huge. We really need to mail all that stuff out. As if on cue Nate bounced into the room holding his guitar. "Shane, I'm hungry." Nate whined trying an impression of me, man Mitchie better hurry and dress up as Nate quick. "Call Jase and we can go out for PIZZA!" I smiled picking up the pile of 'mail' as Nate called out for Jason.
Mere seconds later Jason arrived also, Nate placed his guitar on a spare stand before I checked; phone, keys, wallet, white sun glasses. Check! "Let's go." With that we left the apartment walking down the fire escape ten floors. Surprisingly none of us were out of breath as we reached the bottom.
Once safely into my mustang we took of, glad that no paparazzi had found us, yet. We arrived at a small quaint little hole the in wall covered in bushes, to the un-trained eye it be completely unimportant. To any celebrity it was a haven. No paparazzi, no cameras, no fans running to your table asking for autographs, most of the time. But in Hollywood outside of those small safe islands is a sea of flashes. So just outside was twenty paparazzi. Flashing at someone who had just come out of the restaurant, which name is actually El Vic kilo. "PAIRS!" Most of them yelled.
Ah, Pairs Tilton, party addict. "BRITTANY!" Brittany Tears must be joining her this evening. The three of us stepped out of the car. The paparazzi divided, ten towards us ten at Pairs and Brittany. "Shane how's life after return to camp?" "Nate how do you feel hearing that Miley played tonsil hockey with Justin?" "Jason, Jason still watching birds?" We all ignored the comments made. A stray tear did fall from Nate's eyes. He and Miley had gone through the 'tonsil hockey with Justin,' thing before, mentioning it brought up bad memories.
"Hey, it's Kay Nate." I said as a hostess led us to a booth. We sat down and ordered a cheese pizza to share. Suddenly Nate's phone began to ring. He made his way to the bathroom and returned three minutes later his face red and looked like he had been crying.
"I h-had to d-dump M-Mile-y." My eyes widened. "Had to?" Jason asked oblivious to the heart strings being pulled. "She l-lied t-to m-me." Poor Nate let a few tears escaped. "Can we take the pizza to go?" I asked a hostess she smiled sadly and nodded. "There are other fish in the sea Nate." I said trying to make light of the conversation. "But none of them are M-Mile-y."
With that he truly began sobbing, Jason took him into a manly hug letting him cry. I took the pizza paid for it and we walked outside. "Nate why are you crying?" "Jason what happened?" "Shane, Shane is Miley the reason Nate is crying?" As before we ignored comments and questions.
The car ride home was one of silence. The only noise was tears falling from Nate's eyes.
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Three hours later, three pizzas later, three buckets of ice-cream and three hundred tissues later Nate seemed slightly better. But E! News loves scandals. As the hosts Ryan Oceancrest and Juliana ranched came up on the screen I attempted to find the remote.
"The latest on the break-up of Nate Black and Miley Tiers." Juliana said. "How is Miles' taking it?" "I would take it harsh if some huge 'egoistic' BEEP broke up with me on the phone"
"Jason has the story" Ryan said emotionless.
"Thanks Ryan, as we all know Nate Black of Connect 3 has been going out with for a year now Miley Tiers A.K.A Hannah Montana." Clips of the couple began playing. "The two kept every date low key." Picture of the two at a diner.
"Until a report from a neighbor of former underwear model Justin Gastin came in. Supposedly Miley and Justin were playing a loud game of 'spin the bottle' when all of a sudden loud hooting came. Shouts of 'MILEY AND JUSTIN' were heard also. A few days later the two were seen 'hanging out' together."
"Nate didn't take the news very well and reportedly this evening broke up with Miley OVER THE PHONE! We all know that one rock star needs to take a lesson in dumping girls."
"Thanks Jason." Ryan said. "Catch the rest on the daily ten! Bye!"
Thankful that I had finally found the remote I switched the T.V off. Nate in silent tears, Jason beside him, was running a comforting hand up and down his back.
Life takes a turn, not always for the best.
Make mistakes, it's the only way you'll learn…
A/N: A little shorter than usually. But does it deserve a re-view?
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