Hey! Sorry about the wait, but I hope this chapter makes up for it, and i hope to post another chapter in the next day or two. Hope you enjoy! : D
Disclimer: I don't own Camp Rock, or any of the songs in this chapter. The only thing I own is any original characters and the plot.
Chapter 3
"So Mary, I understand that you've done extremely well in your homeschooling." Mr. Grey said at the dinner table. "Is there any subject that you enjoy the most?"
"Actually, yes, there is." She replied. Dinner was almost over, and she had been happy that it had been mostly small talk between the family so there wasn't much attention brought to her. "I really enjoy English. Reading and writing are just ways to help me calm down I guess."
"Do you write a lot?" Nate asked turning to her.
"Yeah. I like to write poems the most." She replied.
"Have you ever tried to write songs?" he questioned.
"Once or twice." She lied. In truth she had written many songs, but well that was a secret of hers since she was younger.
"Would you mind if I looked at them?" By this time his attention, and that of everyone else was fully on her.
"Um, well, I'm not sure that they're that good, but well I guess so. Wait and I'll go get my notebook now." She replied before leaving her seat returning a few minutes later notebook in hand. "Well, here you go." She said handing it to him. Moments later Shane and Jason were on either side of him looking over his shoulders.
Sitting there quietly watching their faces for reactions, she couldn't help but feel completely nervous. Few people had seen her writing and well they were the first to ever read her lyrics.
After a few moments of silence she couldn't help the fidgeting of her heart. "Well…?" she asked apprehensively. If they approved her songs, well that would mean more to her than they would realize.
"These are really good Mary." Said Jason. I especially like the one Believe In Me.
Blushing she looked down slightly trying to hide it, a slight smile on her face. "Thank you."
"Why don't we play them downstairs in the studio after dinner." Nate suggested.
"Erm, well, I'd rather not, I'd sort of rather keep them on paper." At the boys confused faces she continued. "I just would rather keep them on paper for now because that way they still seem sort of personal. In a way it's sort of like my songs are my diary." She was sort of telling the truth. It wasn't why she didn't want to play them, but it was true that her songs were like her diary.
"That's understandable." Shane cut in. "One question though, if this is your diary in a way, what's your newest song about?"
"Which one?" she asked.
"The one that reads,
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
I'm going crazy now
No more gas, in the red, can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said, can't even speak about it
On my life, on my head, don't wanna think about it
Feels like I'm going insane, yeah
It's a thief in the night to come and grab you
It can creep up inside you and consume you
A disease of the mind, it can control you
It's too close for comfort
Put on your pretty lies, you're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice, watch out you might just go under
Better think twice, your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind's in disturbia, it's like the darkness is light
Disturbia, am I scaring you tonight?
Disturbia, ain't used to what you like
Disturbia, disturbia…
I mean, it seems sort of morbid."
Panicking on the inside for a second she looked down to gather her thoughts before lifting her eyes up to meet his. "That one was just because I was having a bad day, and when I have a bad day, sometimes I tend to write more serious depressing songs. That time I felt like writing about how there is a dark side to life." She held her breathe as she watched his and his brothers faces to see if they bought it. Sure enough, it seemed like they did.
Mentally patting herself on the back her inner victory didn't last long as she realized that this was only going to the first of many tricky situations she'd have to get herself out of in the upcoming months. Thinking of being here for that long made her tear up again. Sure, the Grey family was being incredibly nice and open to her, but that didn't mean that it wasn't going to be hard not seeing he friends or family for who knows how long.
Not realizing she was silently crying she was surprised when she felt a small pair of arms wrap themselves around her. Looking down at her face she smiled when she realized that it was Frankie who was hugging her.
"Why are you crying?" he asked innocently.
"I was just thinking about my Mommy and Daddy and how much I miss them." She answered.
"Why not call them." he perched his head to the side.
"Well you see, my Mommy and Daddy aren't exactly somewhere that I can reach them." She shared, following the story line of her "life". "They went on a trip and they're not coming back, the next time I'll see them will be in a long while sweetie."
"Oh. Well then we'll be you family now." He proclaimed his hands now resting on her knees as he looked into her eyes to speak.
"Yeah. I guess you will be." She said softly. Looking up she spotted the rest of the Grey family watching the interaction closely. "If you don't mind, I think I'll be going to bed. It's been a tiring week and the trip here didn't help refuel my energy. Thanks for the wonderful dinner Denise, and thank you everyone for taking me into your house. Goodnight!"
Rising from her chair she smoothed down her skirt heading towards the stairs to a chorus of goodnights. Once in her new room she looked around and sighed. This was her new life, and instead of sulking she was just going to have to accept it…no, embrace it. Changing into her pajamas and climbing under the bed she reached over and turned off the light. But to her, she was also turning of her oold life for now and opening up a new one.
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