Camp Rock
Chapter 10
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of viewWe had the plan all ready. It took us most of the night to think of all the horrible things we could do to her, but we settled on a couple that didn't involve her falling into a pit of fire – I thought that might be a little too extreme. Then, Mitchie came into the cabin. "Go away," I sneered.
Mitchie ignored me. "I heard that you were plotting revenge on Tess… I want in."
I raised an eyebrow. "You got any good ideas?"
"We could push her in a campfire," Mitchie suggested.
I shook my head. "We voted 'no' against that one. Think of a good idea and maybe we'll let you in."
She shrugged. "You could just beat the crap out of her,"
I pondered my thoughts a bit and smirked when I thought of us beating Tess up. "You're in," I said and waved her over to our planning circle.
Mitchie smiled and sat down with us.
"So can you ask your mum to make us a diabolical cake?" I asked.
She smirked. "I could try,"
I high-fived her. "Welcome to the club, Mitch."
"So I was thinking we could have cool nicknames," Jason suggested.
I nodded. "I'm Sexy Beast… Nate is Tigger… Jason is Little Bunny Foo Foo… Mitchie is Poop Star."
"Poop Star?" Mitchie asked.
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. You're Lemon Cookie. Got it?"
Mitchie shrugged. "Sure, Sexy Beast."
I smirked. "Fine then, Lemon Cookie. Our team name is the Hannah Montana crew."
"Why Hannah Montana? I hate her," Jason said.
I nodded. "Good point. We don't wanna give our team a bad name."
"How 'bout the MoFos?" Mitchie suggested.
"Good idea, Lemon Cookie," I smiled. "Now everyone has to use our nicknames so we don't give ourselves away. Also, we need walkie-talkies; that'd be cool,"
"Ooh!" Jason exclaimed and searched through his suitcase. He pulled out four walkie-talkies and handed us each one.
I took the walkie-talkie and then looked back at Jason. "Why do you have four walkie-talkies in your suitcase?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I thought we might want to play super-spies while we were here."
"Whatever," I shrugged. "Now we need a nickname for the bitch,"
Nate shrugged. "How 'bout… 'The Bitch?'"
I nodded. "Good idea, Tigger."
"Ooh!" Mitchie shouted. "I have a good idea!"
I turned to her. "What, Lemon Cookie?"
"When she's sleeping, let's go into her cabin and replace her shampoo with eggs!" she exclaimed, excited about her idea.
"Yeah!" My band and I chorused.
So, we had our first plan. We decided on just Mitchie going in and taking the shampoo. She was still staying in their cabin with The Bitch, so it wouldn't look as suspicious if Tess woke up and saw her.
When it was well past Midnight, Mitchie turned on her walkie-talkie. "Lemon Cookie to MoFos. You there? Over,"
I answered the radio. "Sexy Beast here. Is the plan a go? Over,"
"I'm going in. Over,""Be careful. Over,"
We didn't hear for her for a few seconds, but then she radioed us again. "I got the weasel. Get ready to meet at the secret rabbit hole. Over,"
I turned to Jason and Nate. "Let's go," We stood up and walked over to dining hall. Mitchie was standing by the entrance to the kitchen. I took the keys that I stole from Uncle Brown out of my pocket and unlocked the back door to the kitchen. I went over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs. Mitchie poured out all of the expensive-looking shampoo in the sink and Jason and Nate cracked eggs, pouring them into the bottle.
Once it was about halfway full (like it was when we found it) I put the cap back on, and shook it up. When it was liquidy enough, Mitchie went back into her cabin and put it back in the same exact spot. She radioed us. "Lemon Cookie to Sexy Beast. The weasel is back in the hiding place. I'm off to bed. 'Night. Over,"
"'Night. Over," I said and turned off the walkie-talkie.
Jason and Nate were already asleep on the air mattresses Uncle Brown put on the ground. I hopped into my bed and got some well-deserved sleep.