The song used in this chapter is "Shake It" by Metro Station.
disclaimer: do not own the song "Shake It" or the band Metro Station. I do not own Camp Rock or any of the characters, only Hope Grey, Jaime Tyler, Derek Tyler, and Trace Larkin.
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Daddy's Little and Unruly Girl
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Mom's Cabin
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"Hope," said Shane as they drove down the street to Camp Rock in a limo. Hope ignored her father and continued to look out the tinted window, wanting to just be home or on tour with her father...Anywhere but to some stupid camp.
"Hope, will you please look at me?" asked Shane as he looked at his daughter who had her guitar on her back and her arms crossed over her chest. He took a deep breath when he realized that she looked just like he did when he first went back to Camp Rock.
"What?" asked Hope, giving him the Grey Stare again.
"I know you're upset with me, but you can't stay mad at me forever. I mean, you may like this place."
"I don't wanna go to some camp, dad!" exclaimed Hope.
"Hope, you're going. End of discussion."
"No! It's not the end of the discusion!"
"Yes it is!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"We're here!" exclaimed the driver, making Shane and Hope stop fighting.
"Look, it's going to be good for you. You'll get some fresh air,"
"I can get plenty of that in our own backyard." responded Hope.
"You know what? What's wrong with you? Do you always have to fight with me? Can't you just deal with whatever I tell you?!" asked Shane. Hope shook her head and opened the door.
"Goodbye," she muttered under her breath as she pulled her guitar out from the car and walked to the trunk that the driver had already popped. Shane sighed heavily and got out of the car to help his daughter.
"I don't need your help," said Hope as she pulled out her suitcases, struggling with the rolling one. After jerking on it for a while, Shane walked over and pulled it out for her.
"Thanks," grumbled Hope as she took it in her hands.
"Hope,"
"I know, call you before I go to sleep, call you when I get settled in. And I'll be sending you progress reports." said Hope, giving her father a half hearted smile as she gave him a hug goodbye.
"Well, yes, do that, but there's something else you need to know,"
"What's that?" asked Hope.
"You're not getting your own cabin, sorry sweetie,"
"So I have to share a cabin...With other people?" asked Hope raising her eyebrows.
"Other girls. And it's only one other girl, so you'll be fine."
"Dad, you know how I am with people." said Hope as her father shut the trunk. Shane laughed under his breath at his daughters horrified face.
"Hope, you'll be fine. So, call me later?" smiled Shane as he walked over to his daughter and gave her another hug.
"Yeah." smiled Hope as she returned her fathers hug.
"I love you sweetie," said Shane as he gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek.
"I love you too Daddy." said Hope as she grabbed her suitcases and began to walk away to where all of the other people seemed to be gathering. Hope turned around to see the back of ehr fathers head as he walked to the limo and got in. Seeing that no one was really looking at her, she pulled down her sunglasses and walked again to the head cabin where she was told to go by her father.
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"Is anyone here?" called Hope as she pulled her luggage into the cabin that was decorated with different vinyl records along the wall.
"Hello?" called Hope again. She groaned when she realized that she was alone and was about to walk out when she heard footsteps from the other side of cabin. She turned around and but the glasses on the top of her head.
"Is someone in here?" she asked.
"So, you're Hope?" asked a voice from behind her, making her nearly jump out of her skin. She spun around to be standing in front of a medium height woman with caramel colored skin.
"Yeah, I'm Hope," said Hope, putting down her bags.
"I'm Ms. Dupree. But you can just call me Peggy." smiled the woman.
"Nice to meet you Peggy. Can I get my room number now?" asked Hope as she walked away to the record wall, making Peggy smile lightly.
"You're Shane's and Mitchie's daughter, aren't you?"
Hope turned around and looked at Peggy confused.
"Yeah. How do you know?" asked Hope.
"You're just like your father...But you have your mothers eyes. How is she?" asked Peggy. Hope had a weak smile as she looked down at her feet.
"My mom died right after I was born. I never met her."
"Oh my...I'm so sorry sweetie." said Peggy, putting her hand on Hope's shoulder. Hope sighed and looked back up at Peggy.
"You know, a lot of people tell me I have my mothers eyes,"
"Well, it's true." smiled Peggy, "Oh! The room assignment," said Peggy, walking over to her desk and going through papers,
"Let's see...Garret...Greco...Greison...Grey!" whispered Peggy to herself.
"Oh, you're in Cabin 105A." said Peggy.
"Thanks." said Hope, grabbing her bags and making her way to the door.
"Oh, and Hope?" called Peggy as she watched Hope walk to the door.
"Yes?"
"If you need anything, you can come to me."
Hope nodded and began to walk out of the cabin toward her cabin. The sun was bright that morning, so Hope pull down her sunglasses down again, but someone had noticed her.
"Look! It's Shane Grey's daughter!" yelled a girl, pointing to Hope. Her clutch on her suitcase tightened as her pace quickened to the cabin.
"I here she's a drug addict, that's why her daddy sent her hear." said a girl that Hope walked by. Even though it hurt Hope, she didn't show a reaction, trying to pretend that she didn't hear it, even though she did hear it perfectly.
"Three weeks Hope, three weeks and you'll be on tour with your Dad, hang in there..." said Hope in her mind as she walked down a new path, away from the other people.
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Hope looked up at the cabin in front of her and looked around, making sure that no one was around her. When she saw that the coast was clear, she took off her sunglasses and dragged her suitcases up the stairs and into the opened cabin door. She was that the other girl had already arrived and made her bed on the right near the window, leaving Hope with the bed on the left. Hope dropped her bags and grabbed the bedding that Aunt Caitlyn had bought for her, which was dark purple and light pink with different assorted pillows to go along with it. She took out the sheets and was about to place them on the mattress when something on the wall behind the bed. She moved in closer and saw that it was writing.
"Mitchie Torres. Camp '08-'11.
Mitchie hearts Shane."
"My mom..." said Hope to herself as she felt tears sting her eyes.
"Yup, this is your mom's cabin. Was my mom's too." said a voice from behind her. Hope turned around to see a girl that was about her height with light brown hair and bright green eyes.
"My names Jaime. Jaime Tyler. My mom's Tess Tyler."
"You're Tess Tyler's daughter?" asked Hope.
"Didn't I just say that?" asked Jaime, raising an eyebrow.
"Sorry,"
"Right. So you're the infamous Hope Grey, huh?" asked Jaime, walking away from the door and to her bed that was all pink.
"Yes, I'm Hope. But why am I infamous?" asked Hope, returning to making her bed.
"Ha, please sweetie, everyone and their mother has seen that Youtube video of you completely wasted." laughed Jaime, making Hope clutch onto her sheets a bit harder.
"Don't worry though, I've had me fair share of parties,"
"Then how come I've never seen you on Youtube?" asked Hope as she grabbed her second sheet.
"Well, I know how to keep my partying private." responded Jaime. Hope puffed, then her mind quickly made a comeback.
"So, you mom's Tess Tyler. So that means that she's destined for a crash and burn like good ol' TJ Tyler?" asked Hope. Jaime's eyes grew big, but then a smile appeared on her face.
"You know what, you're alright." she smiled as she grabbed the other end of Hope's quilt, helping her lay it out on the bed.
"Thanks." smiled Hope, "So, what is there to do here?" asked Hope as she grabbed pillows and tossed one to Jaime.
"Well, in like, five minutes they have the first night speech thing. You can go if you want since this is your first year here, but it's really pointless." said Jaime, putting the pillow down
"Well, aren't they having some band preform?" asked Hope as she laid the pillow in her hand next to Jaime's.
"They are?" asked Jaime.
"Yeah, well, it's really just one guy, but the bands called The Riots or, um-"
"AH! RIOTS ARE HERE?! EEP!" exclaimed Jaime.
"Um, yeah. Can I ask who they are?"
Jaime laughed and sat Hope down on her bed as she walked over to her own.
"Well Hope, The Riots are the big band that was created here last year. And the lead singer is H-O-T HOT!"
"So they were campers?" asked Hope.
"Yup, just like your dad was. But they still are campers until they start their tour in the fall. Oh my god we HAVE to go the first night speech!" exclaimed Jaime, grabbing Hope's hand and taking her to the door.
"Whoa, didn't you just say that the first night speech is pointless?" asked Hope, pulling back her hand and shifting her weight to her one leg and putting her hand on her hip.
"Yes, but who said we're going to first night speech right now?" asked Jaime.
"Wait, what?" asked Hope, giving the Grey Stare again.
"Just come with me!" said Jaime, taking back Hope's hand and taking her out of the cabin.
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"Jaime, isn't this considered illegal?" asked Hope as she watched Jaime walk inside Peggy's cabin.
"Relax Hope, everyone is down at the main stage! She won't even know I'm here!" said Jaime as she looked around the cabin for the papers she was needing.
"Could you at least explain to me what you're looking for?" asked Hope, as she looked around and pulled the sleeves of her jacket down around her wrist when she felt the cold summer wind smack her body.
Jaime searched through the papers on Peggy's desk, looking for the L's.
"Lacer...Lancer...Laner...Larkin...Ha! Trace Larkin!" she said happily as she looked for the cabin number.
"Why do you even want that kids cabin number?" asked Hope.
"Because Hope, he's the hot lead singer. And once he gets a look at me. He'll so want to be with-"
"Someone's coming!" yelled Hope when she heard talking and footsteps coming around the cabin.
"You go! I know this cabin like the back of my hand! I'll get out the back way!" said Jaime through the screen of the window.
Hope nodded and began to walk around the cabin, looking around to find her way to the bon fire. She looked to her right for awhile, seeing the smoke coming up from above the trees and the sound of guitars being plucked when she felt her body slam into someone else.
"Ouch," muttered Hope as she stumbled onto the ground. Landing on her butt.
"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed the person, turning around and grabbing Hope's hand to help her up.
"Yeah you better be," said Hope as she stared up at the boy, his sandy blonde locks falling over his forehead and the ends gracefully laying over his lashes.
"Are you okay?" asked the boy as he helped Hope up to her feet.
"Why do you care?" asked Hope as she brushed the dirt off of her.
"Well, considering the fact that it was my fault you fell, I do feel the need to care." said the boy, who's bright blue eyes were shinning in the reflection of the setting sun.
"Thanks for asking. But I'm fine." said Hope, taking her hand back and walking away.
"Um, what's your name?" asked the boy as Hope got a good ten feet away. Hope turned around and gave the boy the Grey Stare.
"Hope."
"Hope Grey?" asked the boy.
"Yes, Hope Grey," said Hope, walking back to him, "The one with the infamous Youtube video. That one."
"You have a Youtube video?" asked the boy raising an eyebrow. Hope's body instantly eased up when she realized that this boy didn't know too much about her.
"What's your name?" asked Hope.
"Derek." smiled the boy.
"Derek, do you have a last name?" asked Hope. Derek smiled and was about to answer Hope when they heard the sound of feet coming to them.
"Tyler. As in the son of Tess Tyler," said Jaime walking over to the two, "And my big brother." smiled Jaime.
"Wow, you two are related?" asked Hope surprised.
"Amazingly, yes we are. Derek, what are you doing back here?" asked Jaime, looking at her brother.
"Well, I was bored so I wanted to come sit by the lake for awhile." said Derek.
"Ugh, you are so weird sometimes!" said Jaime, rolling her eyes, "C'mon Hope, we gotta get to the performance and get to the front," said Jaime, taking Hope's hand and walking away from her brother. Hope looked over her shoulder and gave him an apologetic smile. Derek smiled and walked the rest of the way along side of the lake.
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"Move, move it! Get out of our way!" yelled Jaime as she and Hope pushed their way to the front of the stage. Hope stood next to Jaime as she looked up at the stage in front of her and sighed heavily. This was where her father had proposed to her mother 16 years before on the night of Final Jam.
"And now, here's our performers and fellow Campers, The Riots!" exclaimed Peggy, doing the point-and-turn as the lights went up with bright colors. The band started to play and the man in the center came forward, making a squeal come out of Jaime.
Let's drop!
Yeah, come on
I'll take you home
If you don't leave me at the front door
(Leave me at the front door)
Your body's cold
But girl, we're gettin' so warm
And I was thinking of ways
That I could get inside
(Get inside)
Tonight you're falling in love
Let me go now
This feeling's tearing me up
Here we go now
Now if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
Now if she touches like this
Will you touch her right back?
Now if she moves like this
Will you move her like that?
Come on, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Your lips tremble
But your eyes are in a straight stare
(In a straight stare)
We're on the bed
But your clothes are laying right there
And I was thinking of places
That I could hide
(I could hide)
Tonight you're falling in love
Let me go now
This feeling's tearing me up
Here we go now
Now if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
Now if she touches like this
Will you touch her right back?
Now if she moves like this
Will you move her like that?
Come on, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Trace, the one that was mainly singing the verses, went back to the mike and looked down at Jaime, who was dancing along with the music, making him smile.
Saw you dancing and I couldn't get you off my mind
I could tell that you could tell
That I was taking my time
But I was thinking of ways
To get you to stay tonight
Body's shaking
Tell me off so I can turn off the lights
Now if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
Now if she touches like this
Will you touch her right back?
Now if she moves like this
Will you move her like that?
Come on, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake it
Trace along with his other bandmate moved away from the microphones and smiled at the way the crowd cheered for them.
"Thanks you guys," said Trace taking a deep breath before talking again, "Who's excited for Camp Rock?!" he asked, making the crowd scream again.
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Jaime waited for Trace to walk to his cabin own her own, having her ploy already to go. She saw him walking yo his cabin and up the stairs, not even seeing her, which is what Jaime wanted. As soon as she saw his screen door shut, she sat down on the ground, took a rock that was next to her and threw it down on the ground with force, making a loud sound. She then yelped out,
"Ow! My ankle!" and quickly made fake tears come into her eyes.
Trace opened the screen door and power walked over to Jaime, thinking she was really hurt.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" he asked to her.
"No! I was walking and I twisted my ankle!" said Jaime, putting her hand on her ankle.
"Do you need some help?" asked Trace.
"Could you take me to the nurses office?" asked Jaime, looking up into Trace's crystal blue eyes.
"Yeah, here," said Trace, gently helping Jaime to her feet. Jaime mentally gave herself a pat on the back, since she knew that he was falling under her spell. She counted five steps, then stumbled, making Trace hold onto her tighter.
"Ow! It hurts so much!" cried Jaime, making the fake tears fall from her eyes.
"Wait a minute," said Trace, stopping. Jaime's eyes grew big with fear, thinking that Trace had figured out she was lying. But instead, Trace slung his arm around her waist and lifted her up, putting his other arm under her knees. Jaime was totally enamored with this boy, forgetting about her 'pain' for a moment or two.
"How's the ankle?" asked Trace as he and Jamie passed some curious campers.
"What?" asked Jaime.
"Your ankle, how is it?" asked Trace, not showing any signs of strain holding up Jaime.
"Oh, my ankle! It's alittle better now, but it still hurts." responded Jaime, still keeping up with the act.
"Well, don't worry, the nurses cabin's right up there." said Trace, nodding up the big cabin not too far ahead of them. Jaime nodded with a painful face, but on the inside, she was laughing at how she had him already wrapped around her little finger.
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Hope walked out into the cold night to the lake dock after she had eaten dinner, where she saw the same figure sitting on a bench as she imagined she would. She shoved her hands deeper into her jacket pockets and walked toward him, hoping he would still want to talk to her. The sky was a dark blue shade, only having light by the full moon and the stars that soaked the night sky. She walked put behing the figure, then sat down next to him.
"I like being alone too," said Hope. Derek turned his head to her and smiled.
"Yeah, but some of us like it more than others," he said, looking down the dark water under his dangling feet. Hope looked away, then got back on her feet.
"Hey, if you want me to leave, I'll go,"
"No, no no! I didn't mean it like that!" said Derek, turning around and getting up so that he was standing with Hope.
"Than how did you mean it?"
"I just meant that...Never mind, it's kind of stupid." said Derek, sitting back down.
"You know, you really shouldn't have said that." said Hope, walking back to him and sitting down.
"Why not?" asked Derek, looking over at her.
"Well, it's a well known fact that I have a fetish for stupid things," giggled Hope, making Derek laugh too.
"Alright, well, the reason I like to be by myself is that...Well, you know what it's like to have a famous parents, right?" asked Derek.
"Well, parent as in singular, but I know what you mean."
"Oh, well, I only got my mom, so I don't have anyone to talk to...even though Jaq is a pretty good listener." said Derek.
"Jaq?"
"My butler. Anyway, and with my sister being...Well, my sister and the press always on my mom's tail, it's nice just to be by myself and not have people always shoving a camera in my face and catching me at the worse moments. You know?" said Derek.
"Yeah, totally..." said Hope, feeling her stomach tighten up at the thought of the Youtube video.
"So, I like to be alone. And since mom's never home, and there's no father figure to speak of, I go to Jaq." laughed Derek, even though Hope could see some hurt in his eyes.
"So, what happened with your mom?" asked Derek.
"She died right after I was born." said Hope sadly, looking away and down at the lake.
"Oh...Do you remember her?" asked Derek.
"No. Not at all. She died right after giving birth to me," said Hope again, not moving her eyes.
"Sorry for bringing it up," said Derek bashfully.
"No, it's okay. You didn't know." said Hope, looking back up at Derek.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, my sister and I have two different fathers." said Derek.
"Really?" asked Hope, surprised.
"Yeah, my mom had this boyfriend, then had me. They broke up. Mom went on tour again, found someone else, got pregnant with Jaime, then they broke up. My dad hasn't even seen me since I was 12 and a half." said Derek.
"Why's that?" asked Hope.
"Well, he's in England, and he and my mom aren't each others biggest fans either."
"I'm sorry Derek." offered Hope.
"It's cool, you didn't know." smiled Derek, using Hope's words.
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"So, you're Jaime Tyler?" asked Trace as he leaned against the wall of the nurses office.
"Yup, that's me." smiled Jaime as she gracefully hopped off the examining table on one foot since her other foot was wrapped up in an ACE bandage (she even had the nurse falling for it too).
"You're Tess' daughter?" asked Trace.
"Yeah. That can be a good or bad thing, give or take." smiled Jaime as she picked up the heels she was wearing.
"You know, this might help you in the future," said Trace, walking to Jaime, "Don't wear heels in the middle of the woods. You might hurt yourself." he smiled, gesturing to the heels in her hands.
"I'll get on that." she giggled, walking or better yet, hopping to the door.
"Here, I'll take you back to your cabin," said Trace, doing the same thing as before.
"Are you sure?" asked Jaime, acting like she didn't want him to, but she completely did.
"Yeah, it's fine. Trust me." smiled Trace, picking Jaime up and walking her out of the cabin. Jaime felt a devilsh smile fall on her face, this boy was all hers.
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Hope walked into the cabin to see Trace and Jaime on her bed...well...'getting to know eachother', if you will.
"Ahem," coughed Hope, making Trace move his lips off of Jaime's lips and look at Hope.
"Oh, well, I better get going," he said getting off of Jaime and walking to the door,
"Bye," said Hope sarcastically to Trace.
"B-bye," stuttered Trace, leaving the cabin quickly. Hope turned to Jaime, who was now brushing out her hair.
"So, you seemed to know him pretty well." laughed Hope.
"I told you he'd want me," smiled Jaime, "So, where were you?" asked Jaime.
"Oh," said Hope, wondering if she should tell Jaime she was with her brother or not, "I was down at the lake with Derek."
"Really? Doing what?" asked Jaime, not seeming phased.
"Just talking." said Hope, grabbing her pajama's from her still-packed suitcase and sliding off her shoes and unzipping her jeans.
"Is that really all?" asked Jaime again.
"I promise that was all." said Hope, pulling up her pajama bottoms and taking her shirt off over her head. and grabbing a white undershirt to but on.
"That's cool. But I should warn you though," said Jaime, putting down her brush and lookin at Hope.
"What's the warning?" asked Hope, pulling her hair up into a high ponytail.
"Derek used to be depressed a lot," began Jaime, turning her body so that her legs were hanging off the side, "And he used to cut himself." she finished. Hope nearly dropped her hand mirror when she heard this, since it completely shocked her.
"He used to be a...a..."
"Cutter. Derek was a cutter."
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okay, so pretty long chapter, huh? ha. So next chapter we're going to check in on Shane and everyone else to see what's happeneing back at the Grey residence, then come back to Hope at Camp Rock. Sound good?
Oh! and one more thing!
I was thinking about changing the title to 'Only Hope'. Would you care if I did change it?
R&R!
-Rose
