Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock! If I did, do you seriously think I'd be writing fanfiction?

CHAPTER TWO: BUSES AND BIRDHOUSES

I turned off my laptop and went downstairs for dinner. My mom's Mexican food is ten times better than anything I have ever tasted in a restaurant, and my dad makes the best Spanish rice in Dallas. My parents were cooking a ton of enchiladas that night. We had originally asked Mitchie, Tia Connie, and Tio Steve to come over for dinner that night, but then Mitchie realized that it was the night before the Connect Three concert in Dallas. Nate, Shane, and Jason were going to be in town, and so was her best friend, Caitlyn, and Nate's girlfriend at the time, Alina. Of course when my mom found out about this she invited them, and Nate's family, to dinner too. Nate had always been her favorite out of all of my friends. He's originally from Dallas, and we've known each other for over half our lives.

"Samantha, go upstairs and change, por favor," my mom said when I reached the kitchen. She was always adding stuff in Spanish. A please would change to por favor, a thank you to gracias. I looked at my outfit. I was wearing a pair of red sweatpants, a black Connect Three t-shirt, and black converse. I saw nothing wrong with what I was wearing. We were just gonna hang out and watch movies while the adults talked for HOURS, but I knew better than to argue with my mom.

"Si, mommy," I said as I headed towards the stairs. I ran into Jeanie in the upstairs hallway.

"What's up, Sam?" she asked.

"I'm going to go change."

"Why?"

"Because mom told me to, and I knew better than to protest. You might want to change too," I said looking at her ripped denim skirt and hot pink t-shirt.

"Good idea."

I went into my room and headed for the walk-in closet. My room was painted red and the walls were covered in posters. I had a black leather couch in the corner, facing a flat screen TV. I grabbed my black pinstripe shorts, a cute sky blue top, a black vest, and sky blue lo-top converse. After changing, I went into the bathroom and made sure that my stick straight, black hair wasn't all frizzy. After assuring myself that my hair was fine, I ran back down the stairs.

"Hey, mom? Is this outfit OK?"

"Perfecto."

At about 6 o' clock, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and saw Nate's parents and younger sister standing there.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. What's up, Kristina?" I exclaimed. Kristina is Nate's 12 year old sister, and Jeanie's best friend. Apparently Nate's older sister, Elizabeth, couldn't come,"Where's Liz?"

"She's at a gymnastics camp car wash," Mrs. Johnson said.

"Oh. Sounds fun!" I looked out the door and saw the guys' tour bus driving down the street. It came to a stop in the neighbor's driveway. I walked over to the bus and pounded on the door. Jason opened it,"If you don't want Mr. Finnegan to have the bus towed, I would move it to that driveway," I said pointing towards my house.

"Oh," he turned around and yelled,"Nate! You told me to park at the wrong house!"

"Sorry," Nate said as he came to the front of the bus,"You can move the bus while we go eat. Shane, Mitchie, Alina, Caitlyn, we're here!"

"Coming!" they shouted as Nate got off the bus and gave me a hug.

"Nathaniel! I can't breath!" I said, gasping for air. His real name is Nathaniel, and he hates it. I'm the only one who's allowed to call him that, other than his parents.

"Sorry. I haven't seen you in forever."

"Dude...it's been a month and a half. Forever, is like two months."

"Well excuse me for not knowing every definition in Samantha's dictionary."

"You're excused," I said as Mitchie, Shane, Caitlyn, and Alina got off the bus,"Your parents are here."

"Great!" he mumbled sarcastically,"I'm guessing Kris and Liz are here too?"

"Kristina is."

"Are my parents here yet?" Mitchie asked.

"No, but they should be here any minute," I told her,"OK, now they're here!" I pointed down the street at her dad's car. By now Jason had moved the bus and we decided to go eat.

"So, Mr. Torres," Jason said while taking a bite of rice,"Mitchie tells us that you own a hardware store. Do you by any chance know how to make a birdhouse?" Mitchie, Nate, Shane, Caitlyn, and Alina sighed.

"What's wrong?" I whispered to Nate, who was sitting next to me.

"Jason has been trying to get someone to build him a birdhouse since last summer, and it's getting really annoying," he whispered back.

"Oh."

"Yes Jason, I do know how to make a birdhouse," my uncle replied,"Why do you ask?"

"Well I was wondering if you could help me build one?" All of us looked at my uncle and nodded.

"Just help him dad. Please." Mitchie begged.

"Ok, Jason. I'll help you build a birdhouse."

"Thanks, Mr. Torres!" Jason exclaimed.

A/N: Jason has horrible table manners, doesn't he? Go on and press that little periwinkle colored button (I like big words today)! Let me know if anyone named Emily was mentioned. I changed the name to Alina, but I might have missed something!