Charlie's Story
Chapter Two
AN: thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, you guys are awesome!!!
because i recieved so many i decided to update again today with a nice long chapter.
i hope chapter two is just as good as chapter one.
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Princess Kay
The morning I was set to leave for Camp Rock came quickly, mom woke me up early, it is a long bus ride to the camp. We were in my bedroom double checking that I had everything. Mom was acting funny still but this morning even so more than she had since telling me about Camp Rock.
"Please listen to Mitchie and try to be reasonable and get along with her" she begged me as she took an already folded shirt out of my suitcase and refolded it. Her dark eyes were filled with anxiety, whatever was going on that I wasn't allowed to know, it was really bothering her. I let out a weak chuckle trying to calm down my anxious mother, I tried to brush it off, she must be nervous about her two daughters being away from her all summer. I wrapped my arms firmly around her waist in a hug.
"Its fine mom, I mean Mitchie and me are hardly the fighting, sibling rivalry type and you can come visit us at final jam, and I promise to call everyday" I gushed trying to reassure her. She gave me a weak smile but something still seemed to be worrying her.
"Go get your bathroom stuff" she pushed me towards the bedroom door.
I paused just outside my bedroom door, when I returned from the bathroom with my toiletries bag and towel in hand. Mom and dad were in my room talking softly but just loud enough for me to hear from where I stood.
"I don't know if we should have let his happen" my mom sounded distressed.
"It will be fine Connie, Charlie is a strong girl and we cant exactly stop Mitchie from telling her if that's what she wants to do" my dad sighed, I could picture him gently patting mom's shoulder like he always did when she was upset. I lent against the wall outside my room, I know eavesdropping is wrong but I was worried.
"We should be able to stop it, she isn't ready and she is our daughter!" mom continued her voice raising a few octaves. I heard my dad shush her gently then nothing else. I decided it was time for me to return. I entered the room to see my mother wrapped up in my father's arms with tears in her eyes.
"Gee mom your not going to miss me that much are you" I joked. Dad chuckled ruffling my hair as I walked past dropping the final few items into my suitcase. Mom reached out her arm and pulled me into the hug with them.
"Of course I will miss you! We love you, Charlie" she whispered into my hair.
"Right now you have a bus to catch, so let's get a move on!" dad said kissing my forehead.
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"Bye!" I called once again waving to my parents from my seat about half way down the bus. As we drove off Dylan Watson appeared in the empty seat behind me.
"Hey Charlie, you excited about Camp Rock?" he asked dropping his bag in the seat next to him. I nodded my head, a whole summer with Dylan! And he just called me Charlie, it's usually just Torres.
"You bet! I haven't spent a whole summer with my sister in years and we get to spend the whole summer focusing on music!" I grinned. Something I have in common with my big sister has to be my passion for music. Dylan nodded his head in excited agreement, his shaggy blond hair falling in front of his face. We were only about ten minutes down the road when two boys sitting opposite Dylan and I started the fun. The first boy was tall with black hair and brown eyes, pulled out his guitar and began to strum a few cords before he was joined by the boy behind him who began tapping drum sticks against every surface that was with in reach. The second boy had light brown hair and green eyes, and was shorter than the first. A girl sitting in front of me picked up the rhythm and began to sing a collection of oh's and yeah's. I pulled my guitar out of its case and moved forward so I was now sitting in the aisle seat instead of the window seat. The boy with black hair nodded his head at me and smiled. Taking this as an ok I began to join in playing the same string of cords that he was. The blonde girl sitting next to me smiled as I looked up. She grinned and pointed to me then the roof before pointing to herself then the floor. I understood instantly that she wanted me to sing high while she sang low. I nodded and let her lead the vocals, harmonising my voice with hers. I glanced to my right where Dylan was clapping along to the beat, several other people on the bus were doing the same and a few had pulled out instruments and joined in. there was a loud cheer across the bus as the song came to an end. I laughed as the boys high fived each other then leaned forward to do the same with me and the blonde hair girl next to me.
"Hey, I am Noah and this is Seth and Alexis" the dark hair boy greeted gesturing to the other two. I smiled.
"Charlie and Dylan" I introduced. Alexis reached into her bag and pulled out a big bag of lollies sharing them around the five of us.
"Nice to meet you, your good, your voice mixed really well with mine" she said a big excited smile on her face.
"She should be" Dylan answered for me taking a handful of lollies. Noah who was still messing around with his guitar looked from Dylan to me questioningly.
"Her big sister is Mitchie Torres" Dylan supplied biting into a jelly snake. Alexis's blue eyes went wide as did Noah's while Seth nodded his head appreciatively.
"Cool!" he said leaning forward to high five me again.
"Oh my gosh! I love her, she is an amazing singer and she writes the best songs" Alexis practically squealed. I started laughing instantly.
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We arrived at the camp a few hours later; by the time we did I was positive that Dylan, Noah, Seth, Alexis and I would be good friends. We gathered up our bags from under the bus, and made our way towards the crowd that was gathered around the sign in table. I stared through the crowd standing up on my tippy toes, trying to find Mitchie. I couldn't see her anywhere but the Camp looked beautiful. It was surrounded by a green forest and there was a big blue lake to the east. Dylan nudged me out of my dream as we approached the front of the line.
"Name?" a young woman with curly brunette hair asked not looking up at us.
"Dylan Watson" she marked off his name and reached into a box handing him a lanyard with an 'access all areas' id tag, as well as a piece of paper with his schedule and cabin assignment. Her eyes caught mine as Dylan took a step to the side. They quickly widened as she stared at me. Feeling nervous under her stare I cleared my throat and mumbled my name.
"Um… Charlotte Torres?" her eyes went even wider, but she snapped out of it and signed me in.
"You would happen to know, if Mitchie Torres is here yet would you?" I asked her.
"She is… are you a relative?" she asked cautiously. I nodded my head smiling happy that my sister was here.
"Yes, I am her little sister" I replied. The woman looked at me sceptically.
"That's funny I don't recall Mitchie having a sister when she was here" the woman said smartly looking around me, to the next person in line. I rolled my eyes.
"Probably because she didn't have a sister when she was here, there is kind of a big age gap" I stated getting a little annoyed. A major difference between me and Mitchie, one that tends to get me in trouble, I have a terrible temper. A curly light brown haired male who was sitting next to the woman looked our way at the sound of my raised voice.
"Is there a problem?" he asked coolly. I shrugged.
"I just wanted to know if my sister was here" I explained tugging at the sky blue top I was wearing over a pair of black leggings.
"What is her name?" he asked me keeping his cool, the woman next to him didn't look calm anymore.
"Michelle Torres" I stated harshly. Trying her formal name hoping it would get me further, not many people know her full name. He scanned the list but stopped just a few names down. He looked me up and down intently.
"No way" he breathed. I rolled my eyes involuntarily. I returned the gaze, quickly relaxing when I recognised the face. It was one I knew well it was on my big sisters bedroom wall in both poster and photograph form.
"Nate Gray" I murmured in surprise my face instantly relaxing, he was a friend of Mitchie's. I glance at the woman again and realised I had seen her face before too. She had produced my sister's first record.
"Caitlyn Gellar" I added, surprise filled her face.
"Hey Charlie! Isn't that your sister?" Seth called from about two meters to the right were all my friends from the bus were waiting for me. I turned towards the direction he pointed as did many others a few squealing and gasping when they saw her. I smiled and waved my arm in the air. Mitchie who had heard Seth's shout walked over to me, a small smiled on her red glossed lips. She was wearing blue jeans and a purple shirt, her hair, the same shade as mine was pulled into a ponytail and a pair of dark sunglasses covered her eyes. She smiled at Nate and Caitlyn.
"You all done here?" she questioned her hand grabbing the handle of my suitcase. I nodded my head. Her free arm came across my shoulders.
"Come on then, you and I are sharing a cabin" she said directing me away from the crowd. I waved to my friends mouthing that I would see them later.
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"Mom and I stayed here when I first came to Camp Rock" Mitchie told me as we entered our cabin. I span in a circle taking in the entire room with awe.
"Really? Mom came with you to camp?" I asked dropping my guitar down on the bed where Mitchie had placed my suitcase. She nodded sliding the sunglasses up so they rested on top of her head.
"Wow, you have grown so big!" she exclaimed placing her hands on my shoulders and holding me an arms length apart. I giggled. Her smile became sad.
"You smile like your dad"
I rolled my eyes at her.
"I know you wanted me here so we could do the whole sister bonding thing, but would you mind if I went and spent some time with my friends, I mean we have all summer" I rushed I really wanted to spend as much time with Dylan as possible. Before Mitchie could respond there was a loud urgent knocking on the door.
Mitchie frowned and released her grasp on me to get the door.
"We need to talk" the person on the other side stated as soon as the door had opened a fraction.