A/N: Okay... this chapter has songs. As will a bunch of future chapters. This is the part I'm MOSTLY nervous about, because I don't think they're that good. However, tell me what you think, please. I would really appreciate it.

Many thanks to everyone who's reviewed. I cry tears of joy everytime I get a new one.

Chapter 2: Spend My Summer

Shane's temper didn't get any better as his Uncle dropped him off at the front of the camp, waving goodbye as he drove off to wherever that backstabbing… man was needed. He pulled his guitar into his back higher and dragged his suitcase along, watching the other campers mingle. It was a nice looking little camp, he had to admit. Nothing like he had remembered from all the movies he had seen.

But that didn't make any happier about being there. He grumbled,

Doing this and doing that

Everything's falling down

This is nothing like I thought

What is this that I've found?

A too long car ride

Three hour long plane flight

This is not what Brown implied

Trying not to run with all my might

He dropped his things and jumped on top of the Beach Jam stage, looking around at the other campers. Some held their guitars and a few girls were in the corner harmonizing with each other. A boy had a group of friends with band instruments, a clarinet, a flute, a trumpet and a saxophone. Some people had drum sticks and were beating on the nearest available thing.

Shane knew he would have loved it under any other circumstances.

This is not how I planned

To spend my summer

Somehow I pictured it

Being a little funner

Plans crashed and burned

Excitement went and turned

Into disappointment, a bummer

This is not how I planned

To spend my summer

Leaping from the stage and pushing past a disgruntled violinist, Shane went to explore the camp a little more. The wooden living quarters caught his eye first, as a couple of people who went to stake their claim gave him dirty looks, not that he cared.

Look at these little cabins

I can't spend one night here

I'll probably lose my mind

Everyone seems weird

Partying all night

Things would be all right

If I had just closed my eyes

And ignored my uncle with his surprise

He stormed through the trees and back to the main grounds, his mind still on Anastasia and the invitation he had to call back and decline because Uncle Brown had forced him to come here. He wasn't sure if it was guilt tactics or the persuasion through adventure that got him, but something did, and he didn't like it one little bit.

This is not how I planned

To spend my summer

Somehow I pictured it

Being a little funner

Plans crashed and burned

Excitement went and turned

Into disappointment, a bummer

This is not how I planned

To spend my summer

Three months of disappointment

Twelve weeks in the middle of nowhere

Why did I listen to him?

The bargain just doesn't seem fair

This is not how I planned

To spend my summer

Somehow I pictured it

Being a little funner

Plans crashed and burned

Excitement went and turned

Into disappointment, a bummer

This is not how I planned

To spend my summer

Shane yelled, "Agh! Get me out of here!" He toppled over a tree root and nearly into someone, but caught his hold on a tree branch just in time. He felt the bark scrape his skin, but it was better than bowling someone he didn't even know over.

"Watch where you're going, or you'll really wish you weren't here," a voice growled. He blinked and his eyes met the dark green ones of a boy that was clearly not to be messed with. He had dark hair with green streaks pushed over his eye, with a black shirt and a pair of dark bondage pants. He reminded Shane of the scary punk kids that go to his high school.

"Seth…" his friend chastised half-heartedly.

"Sorry, man," Shane said in surprise, edging around him and the other boy. The one with the dyed hair just glared at him in annoyance and strode away from him. However the blond haired friend with him gave him an apologetic smile and hurried to catch up. He shook his head.

Shane hoped he didn't make an enemy on the first day of camp… He shuffled back to the main area with a depressed expression and glanced to the stage, noticing a small, robust red-haired woman standing there.

She called, "Welcome new and old campers! I'm Dee, the musical coordinator here at Camp Rock!" Everyone shouted their welcome to the woman and she smiled. "I hope you all have a good time here! Make some friends, prepare for Final Jam, and most of all have fun! Now go get settled in, today is yours, but tomorrow classes are going to start!"

He doubted he was going to have any fun, but Shane did as he was told anyway. He picked up his things and walked away with everyone else, missing the looks a few girls were giving him as he wallowed in self-pity.

The scenery was beautiful. There was a glassy, placid lake with canoes and a dock nearby, and trees surrounded the entire area. It was green and classic. But Shane didn't bother to look around at anything, still too angry at Brown and too worried about Seth to care.

As he looked for an empty cabin, Shane noticed a young looking boy with dark curly hair sitting near the dock, his expression one of the utmost seriousness and concentration.

The boy sported tight jeans and a gray and black plaid collared shirt. Green converse with checkered laces adorned his feet, and he was rather muscular underneath the lanky façade. He was good looking, too, but rather young. Around thirteen or so as far as Shane could tell, though he usually didn't get things like that right.

He walked past him, and heard him start to strum on the guitar resting on his thigh. He began to sing in a voice higher than his own, but also one that was just as amazing. "Breaking through these walls, breaking through her chains, trying to see if anything I'm doing has anything to gain. What's the point in living without my music? What's the point in loving when you lose it?"

When he paused to write something down in his notebook, Shane said in awe, "Man, that was amazing." The boy looked up at him, dark brown eyes behind the curled hair meeting his.

"Thanks," he said softly, and turned back to his song.

He tried again, "What's it called?"

"Break." Another one word answer. Even Shane could tell when his presence wasn't wanted, but he decided to push his luck a little bit farther.

"I'm Shane, by the way. Shane Gray."

"Interesting."

"And you are…?"

The boy whipped shut his notebook. Shane was startled as he began picking up his things, and putting his guitar back into his case. He stood up to look Shane in the eyes. "Annoyed. Can't anyone get any alone time to work on their music around here?" Disgruntled, he turned on heel and stalked away, leaving a mildly surprised Shane in his wake.

"Oh, don't mind Nate," a voice laughed. He flipped around and saw a smiling teenager sitting on a stump behind him, watching a fly buzz around his head. "He's a little rough around the edges, really serious about what he does. I don't understand why, but I guess that's how he rolls."

He was lanky and tall, with straight brown hair brushed over one of his hazel colored eyes. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans tucked into cowboy boots, and a dark short sleeved dress shirt. "It's not bad to be a little serious," Shane said cautiously, as the nameless camper stood up, his eyes still following the dark spec flying around his face. "What are you doing, by the way?"

"Looking for inspiration," he replied seriously.

"From a fly?" Shane wasn't sure if that was an unorthodox way of writing music, or if this kid was just insane. He didn't know which to decide.

He laughed and tore his eyes away from the insect. "Of course, silly. He's a little guy in a big world. With one little smack from my dad's newspaper and all his dreams would be shattered. But if he perseveres, who knows what he can accomplish."

Stunned, Shane said, "I've never looked at it that way before." Looks like unorthodox, cool.

"Me neither!" he replied brightly. He stared at his innocent expression, his jaw slightly agape. Never mind, this kid is insane! "I'm Jason, and you're Shane! We both have 'a' and 'n' and 's' in our names, so we should be friends, okay?"

"Uh…"

He smiled like a happy child in a candy store. "Hooray! I've made my first friend." He wrapped his arms around Shane in a tight hug, making his face almost turn blue from suffocation. "So, we're gonna be cabin-mates right, Shane? This is going to be so much fun! Like one big, long, sleepover!"

"Er, sure…"

Dejectedly, and knowing nobody else in the camp, Shane followed Jason to the nearest cabin and walked in, putting his things on the empty bed. It seemed he had the cabin all to himself; no one else was in here. "Are you the only in this cabin, Jason?" Shane asked.

Jason nodded. "Yeah, I don't have any friends here, except for you. I don't know why, but I get the feeling people think I'm weird."

"I wonder why," Shane murmured under his breath. Though you wouldn't have guessed that he was a little out of this world from the contents of his room. He had posters of famous guitarists like Keith Richards and Jimmy Hendrix on the walls, and an electric and an acoustic guitar propped up against the walls. "You play the guitar?" he asked, setting his own checkered guitar case down.

"Yes sir!" he called, with a smile. "Wanna hear?"

Shane shrugged, "Sure." Why not? Jason plugged his guitar into the amp and tuned the strings, and cracked his knuckles. He stretched out his arms and clenched and unclenched his fingers, getting himself ready to play. Shane was losing his patience slightly, but he let the guitarist prepare himself. He wasn't one to rush perfection… though it Jason's case, it might be the opposite.

He placed his fingers on the strings, and Shane braced himself for impact.

Then, he began to play. As he waited for screeching notes played excruciatingly wrong, the exact reverse effect took hold. Shane stared in awe as this so-called airhead wailed on that guitar like no other; his fingers danced across the strings quickly and accurately, pulling together an original melody off the top of his head.

The strings vibrated for only a millisecond before he pounded on them again, his fingers running to the base of the guitar to play solo-worthy high notes.

Jason's head was bopping the entire time, one cowboy boot keeping time to the rhythm. Finally, his right hand picked the final note and he raised his hands into the air.

"All done," he announced as the last chord rang short.

"Dude!" Shane exclaimed. "That was incredible! Where'd you learn to play like that?"

He shrugged and put the guitar back into its stand by his bed. "I've been playing the guitar since I was like five or something. My dad wanted me to try everything to see what I would like, and I guess that just hit off. It means a lot to me, playing the guitar." He patted the electric instrument as if it were a puppy. "Oh, I forgot to tell you! I've named him Andrew!"

Any astonishment that he felt at his guitar skills was instantly smothered at his apparent lack of any mental functions going on inside of his head. "That's... great, Jason," Shane said with a sigh, sitting down on his bed and laying back onto the pillow.

"Hey, Shane?" He glanced up to the older teen, trying to hide his annoyance. For a moment Jason looked sheepish, then he smiled and said, "Thanks for being friends with me."

He was slightly taken aback, but he managed to spit out, "N… no problem."

"Nighty, night!" Jason turned off the light switch jumped into his bed, curling up under the covers.

Shane was silent, but as the moonlight streamed through the netting that kept the bugs out, he replied, "Good night Jason."

--

The sun shone brightly on Shane'a bed and he scrunched his face, pulling his sheets over his face to block it out. He didn't remember leaving the curtains open last night, but he must have forgotten to close them. He knew that it was too early to be awake yet, but he couldn't go back to sleep.

Shaking his head, Shane got out of bed and put his bare feet on the unusually chill floor. This didn't bother him at first, as he reached out to close the curtains. His shin hit something and he went tripping over something. A muffled huff of pain reached his ears as he went toppling off the side of a bed that wasn't his. "Shane?" a voice asked.

He glanced up from the floor and saw Jason, mussed hair and ruffled clothes and all, staring at him as if he were the crazy one or something. "Yeah?" he asked, trying to play it cool.

"You're on the floor," he pointed out, his usual smile playing around his mouth. "It looks a little uncomfortable."

Shane frowned. "No, Jason, I'm totally comfortable here. In fact, I might sleep here from now on."

Tilting his head, Jason said slowly, "Well, I guess if you're okay with that. I'm not gonna stop you if you want to sleep on the floor rather than a bed." He laughed a little. "But that's kind of weird, just so you know."

Shane groaned. He pulled himself off the floor and fixed his pajamas properly, shuffling over to his dresser. He sifted through his clothes looking for something to wear to his first official day at Camp Rock. Jason was unusually quiet behind him, but Shane wasn't too worried about him at the moment. All he wanted was a nice warm shower to get him ready for the day.

"Jason, I'm going to go take a shower, I'll—" He turned around and stopped short, watching as Jason walked around to his dresser in nothing but his underwear.

"What's that, man?" he asked, turning to look at him.

Shane swallowed the rest of his sentence and turned towards the door, leaving Jason's question unanswered. He went down the wooden steps and walked towards the boys' showers, running a hand through his dark hair. He didn't know if he could take three months of Jason's weirdness.

He took his shower quickly, surprised by the cold water that came through the showerhead. After he dried off his hair and pulled on his clothes for the day, he flung open the shower door, ready to go. A loud yelp of pain startled him, and he went to apologize to whoever he had injured. A flash of black and green hair met his eyes, and his heart dropped.

Seth turned to glare at the dead man that had hit him, but his expression turned even dirtier when he saw exactly who it was. "That's two strikes for you, newbie," he threatened. "I know you think you can walk around here, acting like you own the place. But that's not the case." He got up in Shane's face, and he blinked, slightly intimidated.

"I never said it was," he replied coolly, trying to hide his uneasiness.

"Tch, just you wait kid. You're not gonna know what hit you." He walked away and Shane let out his held breath, shaking his head. He never understood people like that.

"Hey, Shane!" Jason greeted him as he walked back into the cabin. Shane had never been so glad to see clothes before in his life. He sat down on his bed and sighed, shaking out his hair. When he didn't answer Jason asked, "Are we playing a game? Am I supposed to be quiet?"

Looking for a moment of desperate bliss, he nodded his head. Jason's eyes turned round and he pretended to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key. Grateful for a few moments of silence, Shane put his dirty clothes into a hamper to wash later and, just for something to do to avoid going to breakfast, made his bed as perfectly as possible. Jason watched him during all of this, his head tilted.

He said quietly, "I'm sorry to break the rules, Shane, but you look like something's wrong."

Startled, Shane watched Jason curiously, who merely wore his same old smile, giving him the impression that he never even spoke. "I'm fine, just nervous about going to classes today, and the open mic later," he supplied. That was certainly a reason to be nervous, but not the reason he was nervous.

Jason nodded. "Well, curiosity is nature's best pickle. Let's go eat!" Shane followed him out the door, not even bothering to ask what he meant by that.