A/N #1: I write out most of my chapters on paper first and they seriously look so much longer on the paper than they are once I get them on the computer. Lucky for you, this is the last chapter I have written down. Not so lucky for you, that means longer gaps between updates. And BTW, Connect Three will occasionally be referred to as 'the guys'.

A/N #2: JUST TO CLARIFY, NATE, SHANE, AND JASON ARE NOT BROTHERS! THEY MET AT CAMP ROCK! I KNOW SHANE'S LAST NAME IS GRAY! ALSO SAMANTHA IS NOT MITCHIE'S LITTLE SISTER! THEY ARE COUSINS! I don't mean to sound rude, but a got a really mean review regarding these subjects this morning, so I thought I would make sure you guys understood that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or When You Look Me In The Eyes, but I sure as heck wish that Nick J would look me in the eyes. I'll stop babbling now, and let you read the new chapter.


CHAPTER SEVEN: FOOD FIGHTS AND CANOE RIDES

We headed to the mess hall for dinner (cooked by my Aunt Connie). It was spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and salad.

"Hi girls!" someone said as Me, Mitchie, and Caitlyn got our food. I looked up to see my aunt.

"Hi, Tia Connie! This spaghetti smells awesome!" I said.

"Hi, Mom," Mitchie said.

"Hey, Connie!" Caitlyn exclaimed.

As we were walking back to our table I tripped and spilled my spaghetti all over a blonde girl (who I later found out was TJ Tyler's daughter,Tess), who's entire designer outfit probably cost more than all of the clothes in one of my suitcases. Two other girls at the table started yelling about how I was gonna pay for that.

"Um, Sam? I recommend ducking, or getting the heck out of here," Mitchie whispered.


Tess threw a meatball at me just as I ducked. It flew over my head and hit Caitlyn's friend, Sander, in the face.

"FOOD FIGHT!" someone yelled, and the next thing I knew, everyone was covered in noodles and spaghetti sauce.

"Everybody FREEZE!" We all stopped throwing food and turned toward the door. Brown was standing there, his face as red as a tomato. He walked over to Nate, Shane, and Jason, "Who started this?" They, along with everyone else in the room, pointed at Tess,"Miss Tyler. My office. Now!"

"But-"

"No buts. GO!"

She glared at me as she stood up, and if looks could kill, you wouldn't be reading this.

"Don't worry. Tess is harmless... if you don't talk to her. If you say more than five words to her, she'll twist them around. She can make you feel important, but if she sees you as a threat to her winning Final Jam, she'll most likely sabotage your chances of winning," Caitlyn said when we sat down at our table.

"Good to know," I replied,"Thanks for helping guys."

"Um, Sam, what did we do?" Nate asked.

"You didn't tell Brown that the food fight was sorta my fault."

"But it wasn't. You tripped. Speaking of which, are you OK?"

"Fine. I'll probably have a few bruises in the morning, but I'm not seriously injured or anything."


About an hour later I had changed out of my spaghetti stained clothes, and I was sitting in a canoe that was tied to the dock. I was IMing Matt and Jeanette when the guys came running toward me.

"Sam, can one of us hide in the canoe?" Shane asked, out of breath, "There's a bunch of screaming girls chasing us!"

"Um, sure. Why not?" I replied.

"Great!" Shane pushed Nate into the canoe, tossed us life vests and oars, and untied the rope. Before either of us could do anything about it, we had been pushed away from the dock.

"SHANE!" both of us yelled.

"Have fun!" he yelled back while running away. A half dozen girls were coming toward the dock, screaming the guys' names over and over.

"Um, Nate?"

"What?"

"Duck."

"Um, why?"

"A half dozen crazy fans are coming toward the lake."

"Oh!" he ducked under one of the seats.

After a couple minutes I realized something, "Oh my gosh!"

"What?"

"That's not a bunch of crazy fans. It's Mitchie, Giovanna, Caitlyn, Elliott, Ella, and Alex!" Nate crawled out from under the seat, relieved and angry.

"I swear, I am gonna kill them, Shane, and Jason."

"I'll help!"

Nate had his songs with him, and he showed me a new one that he had written a couple weeks earlier. This is the chorus:

When you look me in the eyes,
And tell me that you love me.
Everything's alright,
When you're right here by my side.
When you look me in the eyes,
I catch a glimpse of heaven.
I find my paradise,
When you look me in the eyes.

"Nate, this song is amazing. Crazy Kind Of Crush On You was really good too!" I said after he sang the song. I immediately had the lyrics stuck in my head.

"Thanks," he said, blushing.

"So what was your inspiration for that?"

"Wow this lake is so blue!" he exclaimed, successfully avoiding the subject.

"Um, I didn't know lakes had eyes to look into, or that they were capable of speech." I said sarcastically.

"You know what I meant!"

I giggled, "Yeah. I just felt like teasing you!"

"You are one evil kid."

"Excuse me, but I'm only seven and three quarters of a month younger than you!"

"Still."

"Whatever," I said, shaking my head, "And you're right, this lake is way bluer than any lake I have ever seen."

We realized that we had floated to the middle of the lake, so we grabbed the life vests and put them on. The sun had started setting by now, and temperature was dropping... fast!

"Gosh, it's freezing out here!" I said. I was shivering like crazy.

"You can wear my jacket if you want."

"Um... sure. Thanks," I said as he picked up his jacket and handed it to me.

"You're welcome."

We saw a bright light on the edge of the lake, so we paddled back to the dock. Mitchie and Shane were standing there with the brightest flashlight I have ever seen.

"Sam! Nate! Opening Night Jam starts in ten minutes!" Mitchie shouted.


We climbed out of the canoe and ran to our cabins. Once I was inside the cabin I shared with Mitchie, Giovanna, Caitlyn, and Ella, Mitchie threw a bright green tshirt with hot pink, neon blue, and dark purple music notes on it, a thin black belt, and neon blue skinny jeans at me. I caught them and went into the bathroom to change. I clipped back a layer of my hair with a hot pink clip, put on my sneakers (converse... who would have guessed it?), and picked up Nate's jacket.

"OMG! Is that Nate's jacket?" Mitchie squealed. Thank goodness Alina wasn't sharing a cabin with us, or she probably would have killed me with her bare hands, right then and there.

"Yup!" I exclaimed, as we all squealed happily. I put on the jacket as we headed out the door and went to the mess hall for the Opening Night Jam/Dance. This is going to be fun, I thought.


A/N: I'm not gonna torture you loyal fans with another long A/N (plus its after midnight and I'm kinda tired) so I'll just say this: Please leave a review.