Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, WOWP, or any of the characters.
MUST READ: Obviously, the boys do not have the same rock star lives as they do in camp rock. They are brothers, their last name is Gray, and Nate and Shane have the same sort of personalities generally. That is about all that is the same though. Also, sorry this chapter is so short. I will have the next one up tonight though, so don't fret.
It wasn't easy being Jason Gray. Oh sure, you might think that being the oldest son to the duke of Bedford would be all fun and games, but you would be horribly wrong. After a whole summer of running around behind his father, attending public events, and being proper and polite, Jason couldn't be more excited to go back to Hanover Prep. It was his senior year, and that meant that after nine months, he would never be going back. He would suffer through another summer, attend some prestigious college, not for any real purpose, but for good looks. And then he would live his father's life. It would be all business, all appearances, all formalities, and nothing that he wanted. He even had to get approval on who he could marry, can you believe that? The whole prospect of his future was none to appealing to him, and Jason no doubt had a bit of a Peter Pan, never grow up, sort of complex.
Jason threw the last of his bags into the trunk of the limo. Of course, that was what the driver was supposed to do, but he was sick of having everything done for him. The boy liked to accomplish things for himself, even if it was just putting his own bags in the trunk. "SHANE, NATE, HURRY UP. CAR'S LEAVING IN FIVE MINUTES," he yelled, mostly because he knew his father hated when he did that. It just wasn't proper for the eldest son of the duke to be bellowing at his brothers.
The first of his brothers out the door was the youngest of the three, Nathan. He may have been the youngest, but he was by far the most responsible. It was funny, in most families, the youngest brother always got compared to the older brother, but in this family, Jason was the one always being asked by his father why he couldn't be more like Nate. The boy's curly hair bounced as he came down the stairs. Nate walked with a hurried pace, but it never seemed like he was rushing or late, just sort of…. official and important. It was early in the morning, but Jason's youngest brother looked well put together, and the driver instantly went up to grab his bags, receiving a nod in thanks from Nate, who then got in the back of the car and pulled out his cell phone.
A few seconds later, Shane followed out of the large house. Shane was the middle brother, and only a year younger than Jason. Shane had the wonderful ability of being right in the middle, and therefore, nearly invisible when it came to their father. Of course, Shane probably didn't see it as so wonderful, but he had no idea what their father was like when he had expectations. Shane was a glorified ass hole. He also had the middle child problem of constantly acting out to be seen. He went to parties, he flaunted his money, he used women. As the years had worn on, Shane had distanced himself from anyone that meant anything to him, including his brothers. But from time to time, he would just share a knowing look with them. That knowing look that they all shared when it came down to their father. Jason and Nate were the only ones who ever saw that pain flash through his eyes, then they would share a nod, and all go about their business as if Shane had never even glanced their direction.
Jason let out a sigh as he thought about his brothers. Neither of them would probably admit it, but his life was the hardest of the three. Nate was everything their father had wanted in a son, he was only a disappointment in that he had had the lack of judgment to be born last. Shane had no expectations at all, he just slid right under the radar. He got yelled at a few times when he brought bad press to the family, but other than that, he could do what he pleased. When they finished school, their lives could go wherever they wanted them to, but Jason's had been chosen for him, and it was nothing that he wanted.
Then, he climbed into the back of them limo with them. When the doors shut, and the car started moving, there was silence until they had arrived at the large campus of Hanover Prep. Then Nate finally set his cell phone down, which he was probably using to email all sorts of business and government people in high standings that he had made friends with since a young age, and looked up, flashing a wide smile. Jason couldn't help but smile in return. "We're back," was all Nate said in an excited voice.
"We're home," Jason said simply, smiling at the large building that held the male dorms. And he was.