Holy updates Batman! I finally got this one finished! Not my best work, I hate stories that give a play by play by play of a character's outfit choice, and I think I unfortunately did it here. Part of this chapter was inspired by my newest obsession, Beetlejuice's Rock N Roll Graveyard Revue, a stage show at Universal Studios Orlando in Florida. It. Is. Awesome.
EDIT: The links to Shane and Alyse's costumes didn't show up. Of course they didn't. I'll post them in my profile later, if I haven't posted them, PM me and I'll send them.
You'll obviously get this later on, sorry for the short novel of an author's note, please review and tell me if the links don't work. I'll try to seperate the present time from the past with the line thingy, as you see below and seperate pieces of the past with the little o.O.o thing.
Disclaimer: Don't own it or the costumes or Beetlejuice's Graveyard Revue.
"NATE! Nate, she's an evil, deceiving, terrible, no good temptress!" Plopping down beside his best friends, Shane sighed angrily and checked his reflection in the window again.
"Your face looks fine, well, except for the huge purple and black spot that is your nose. And I didn't know temptress was even in your vocabulary."
"She-she, well, she tricked me. It was a low blow."
"Don't you think you're overreacting? What happened? Ha, what happened to that nose?" Nate shook his head laughing.
"Clumsy kid, awesome right hook. But no, NO, I am not overreacting. You don't know what she did to me!"
"What Shane, just what did she do?"
"She danced with me, danced." Shane hissed every other word and stared creepily back at Nate. Plastering a fake look of horror across his face, Nate gasped.
"That dirty little, oh my, how could she do that? It's not like you were supposed to at all. In. A. Dance. Class."
"I know we were supposed to dance in dance class, but she's crazy! It's partner dancing, I can't, I don't, and she-it's like she's purposely trying to torture me." He shook his head and flipped the hair out of his eyes. "Brown created a really awesome song for Final Jam though."
"Shane, why are you freaking out about dancing with this girl?" Nate was never one to beat around the bush.
"I-I-I don't know. And I'm not scared!"
"Whatever you say."
o.O.o.O.o
Ignoring the giggles and cries about his nose, Shane trudged across the campground towards the lake. In the midst of what so was becoming the weirdest Camp Rock ever, he finally had time to think and perhaps get a song out and on paper. He was supposed to be focusing on his writing and he was supposed to be preparing for Final Jam with Nate and Jason. Instead he was nursing a broken nose, choreographing Final Jam, and dealing with the unfortunate circumstance that was Alyse.
Ok, so she wasn't an unfortunate circumstance, simply a rather large, confusing, beautiful speed bump.
He tossed a stick into the water and paced-stomped-along the rocky bank. The lyrics weren't coming. Only a consistent horn filled rhythm was pounding in his head and dance moves were flashing in at specific parts. Evil Dee and her believing in him.
"SHANE!"
God? Perhaps it wasn't nice of him to call probably the sweetest woman on Earth evil. His name echoed through the trees again, louder this time.
And he totally shouldn't have called Alyse a temptress and whatever other bad names he was thinking during his vocal class.
"Shane!" A breathless Alyse shot through the tree line towards Shane, curls flying wildly behind her. She slid to a stop in front of him and flopped on the ground to catch her breath. "Dee-and she-Brown-Costume Jam tomorrow-us-" Alsye tossed her arms around as if she was dancing with an invisible partner. "I'm going to kill someone."
He couldn't agree more.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding? I wouldn't sprint all the way out here just to tell you 'you've been punked sucker!' Please, I have better things to do than that." He couldn't help but laugh as he sat down beside her.
"We are so screwed."
"I couldn't agree more." She grabbed his hand, yanked him up off the ground, and began sprinting back towards the woods.
"Where are we goi-pfft yuck! Your hair got in my mouth!" As it continued to slap him in the face, she never stopped to give him a direct answer.
"Stay out of the way of my hair then, and to the studio. We need to put something together and fast."
"I can't exactly stay out of the way of it when you're drag-OW." Alyse immediately stopped to face Shane who collided into her back and fell to the ground. "HOLY-OW again!" He was clutching his nose as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.
"You're not really crying are you? That fall wasn't that far." She giggled and stared down at the misty eyed Shane. The joking expression drained from her face as she dropped to the ground. "Oh my god, you're crying, what did I do? Is your shoulder okay, I wasn't pulling you arm that hard was I? By the way, mine is still extremely sore."
"Would you shut up for two seconds? Your hair slapped me in the face again, which hit my nose, when you stopped I ran into you, butchering my poor nose again." He pulled the sleeves of his jacket down over his hands and wiped the moisture from his eyes. Stupid girl, Shane Gray NEVER cried in front of anyone. Anyone. "I don't understand one single person can cause me this much pain. AH." Shane shook his head and growled. "Come on. Let's go put something together for the Jam." Reluctantly she stood up and pulled an annoyed Shane behind her once more.
o.O.o.O.o
"I've got it!"
"What? Got what? Tell me woman!" Shane stopped and placed his hands on Alyse's shoulders shaking her gently. "Why couldn't you get it an hour ago when we were still in the studio and NOT headed to lunch? Ugh, I'm starving."
"Sorry my inspiration couldn't hit at a better time. I'll ask it to do better next time." She ducked under his arm that was holding the cafeteria door open for her and stepped into line. "How do you feel about the color green?"
o.O.o.O.o
"I hate you, you know that?"
"You said you didn't mind the color green!"
"Yeah, but I thought I was going to be wearing it, not PAINTED in it! I look like the Green Giant."
"You look fine, now shut up, we're on." The classical introduction to their performance began as Dee's booming voice echoed across the outdoor stage.
"Girls and Ghouls, next up, a special performance by two of our student teachers Shane and Alyse, or Frankenstein and his Bride." Shane lumbered towards the center of the stage arms held out in front of him as did Alyse. He laughed softly to himself as the classical music continued and they did a shaky waltz around the stage. She looked like a giant pillow with hair that decided to stick its hand into an electrical outlet with the ridiculously high wig she had on. The music slowed as they stumbled apart to opposite ends of the stage and turned their backs to the audience.
"It's showtime." Shane murmured quietly and began tearing off the Velcro-ed on gray monstrosity he'd had on earlier to reveal a highly updated, rock and roll Frankenstein outfit that was a bit more sparkly than he would have liked. A loud explosion rang out over the speakers as they both spun to face the audience once more. He glanced quickly at his partner who had stripped herself of the ugly sheet thing to reveal a black corset-like top with criss-crossing straps in the back. The light gray skirt had a billion different pleated layers. She'd temporarily dyed her fiery red hair black and put in a long white streak.
Music moving much faster now, the two twirled and moved across the stage with surprising ease. He didn't expect to actually have the dance down considering they'd only created it yesterday. Alyse's face was lit up by one of the creepy black candles that surrounded the stage area. She was beaming, elated almost, to be on stage.
The song neared its end and Shane prepared for the final few counts. Alyse spun towards the center where he was waiting. He grabbed her hands and quickly felt the heat radiating off both of their bodies. He pushed her out and pulled her back in preparing her for the final spin. In one quick move she twisted around to face him and tightened her grip on his hands. He let her drop backwards and placed one of his hands under her back to support her as she arched her back gracefully against it. With another bang the song ended and Shane pulled her back up as the crowd erupted into applause.
"Holy crap, I can't believe we did it!" She screamed over the crowd and jumped excitedly into Shane's surprised arms. A whirlwind of hair and skirt, he spun her around amidst the wolf whistles from what he knew was Nate and Jason. Blushing wildly, he gingerly placed her back on the ground and straightened out his vest while clearing his throat. They exited the stage to the yells and clapping of Nate and Jason.
"Dude, I didn't know you had it in you. That was awesome!" Nate clapped Shane on the back and stepped back as Jason rushed up and pulled everyone into a group hug.
"You guys are going to be Camp Rock legends. See Shane, she isn't that bad. Why would you even call her a-" Nate stomped on Jason's foot and dragged him toward the cafeteria.
"We're going to grab some food, come on Scarecrow."Dragging Jason behind him, Nate waved back at Shane and Alyse.
"So honey, how do I look?" Alyse spun in a circle and stopped in front of him smoothing her skirt down.
"Electrifying darling. And me?"
"Ha ha, that was a lame joke. And you look absolutely dashing and tall. I can't believe you actually wore those platform shoes."
"Meh, had to look the part, and I can't wait to get out of these shoes!" Shane sat on the stairs and pulled his backpack out from underneath them. Holding up a dirty black pair of Converse, he shoved the bag back under. "Emergency pack."
"Well, I for one enjoy this outfit."
"Yeah, just because every guy was practically drooling while you were onstage and oogling your-nevermind." Shane immersed himself in trying to tear off his platforms. "So, are you hungry?"
"Are you jealous?"
"Yes. I-I mean no, no I am most certainly not jealous of your goodies."
"Shane, you know that wasn't what I meant." She narrowed her eyes at him. He shrunk under her glare that was twice as dangerous with the dark eye makeup and candles.
"It was a joke, haha, funny?"
"Yeah, whatever you say."
"You sounded just like Na-Alyse?" He turned to watch her retreating figure stalking towards the cafeteria. Dejected, he laced up his shoes and followed behind. "No one takes me seriously in this color."
o.O.o.O.o
He hadn't had the time to really look around at all of the decorations that went into tonight's jam with Alyse dragging him around to every available empty spot to go over the dance. The cafeteria looked like Halloween threw up all over it and every costumed camper was excitedly chatting waiting for the night's DJ to return.
"Hey Frankie!" Shane spun around to find his two best friends dressed as the Wizard of Oz scarecrow and Batman. "So, almost every girl has been buzzing about that performance. And has Alyse at the top of their 'list.'"
"Have you seen her Nate, oh excuse me, Mr. Batman?"
"Ha, hilarious. No I haven't, I would have thought she came in here with you-oh. Shane, if I told you not to turn around you would turn around anyway, right? So if I told you to turn around you wouldn't right?"
"Huh?" Shane spun around at the sound of a familiar peal of laughter.
In the middle of the floor, surrounded by half the male population of Camp Rock was Alyse twirling a curl around her finger taking in compliment after compliment.
A rather painful ache made itself known in the bottom of his chest.
A rather painful, tearing, ache.
It was kind of ironic he was painted green.
"Told you so," Nate muttered to himself.
"I am not jealous. She's half dressed for pete's sake! That's why they're all over her!"
"And you're upset because she's not over here for you to be all over her."
"What?! Yes! I mean NO."
"Make up your mind Shane!"
"I can't!"
"Then tell the little green monster in your head to shut up!" Nate snickered. "Actually, you are the little green monster inside your head. That's a great color on you dude."
"Can it Bat Boy." Shane stomped towards the food table and began filling a plate.
"That's MAN to you! Bat MAN!"
"Do you have pictures of that?
"Sure do." Nate laughed, a real, genuine laugh remembering how long Alyse had Shane strapped down to paint him green. "I have video too."
"Nate, why are you trusting me with this?"
"Because you're the only one who will understand."
"Come on Na-" In a fit of passion, and perhaps the desperate need to be closer to her, he jumped up and knelt in front of her."
"Mitchie, do you believe in love? Real love? Not that teenage lust crap that everyone seems to be perfectly content with? Gut-wrenching, knee weakening LOVE?" She seemed taken aback but slowly began to nod.
"Yeah, I do." Breathing heavily, Nate slid back to his spot.
"That's why I'm telling you Shane's story." The sound of footsteps through the dirt and now the rhythmic tapping of them across the dock startled the pair. They stopped behind Nate and Mitchie stared nervously into the water afraid to face the owner of the footsteps.
"I knew you'd crack and tell my story sometime. You were never one to keep things in for very long."
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