Camp Rock With No Friends? Chapter 10, a camp rock fanfic

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Song- Scars by Allison Iraheta

Disclaimer- I do not own Camp Rock

Chapter 10

Mitchie and I were walking to the docks with her guitar one day. We were going to compose a new song for the pajama jam that Mitch would play on the guitar and I would sing. Mitchie had had to convince me that I had a good enough voice to get out there and sing.

As we approached the docks we heard a light guitar strumming. "Can't a guy get some peace!" The familiar angry voice of Shane Grey burst at us.

"Sorry," Mitchie said semi-awestruck and scared.

"Yeah, sorry." I said, less phased by him. His eyes widened a bit as he heard my voice and the mocking tone behind it.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asked

"Yeah," I replied keeping the mocking quality in my voice. "Popstar." I added.

"Was that you playing?" Mitchie asked trying to keep from Shane's temper coming out at me.

"Yeah. What's it to you?" He asked her rudely.

"Don't talk to her like that!" I growled mad that he had just used an offending tone at my best friend.

"What ever," Shane said, tone still exuding the mean tone as before.

"I was just wondering. It sounded kinda different." She said, tone soft.

"Than my usual stupid cookie-cutter popstar stuff?!" He said still rudely and glaring at me as he said popstar. Mitchie grabbed my arm knowing that I was very close to the end of my line with the boy. "Sorry to disappoint."

"You didn't," She said. Wow, Mitch. "I liked it." Mitchie, are you even mad about how he's treated you or anyone? I thought, Cause at the moment it seems as if you have a crush on Popstar. "I mean, it was good for," She hesitated a moment, "Stupid, cookie-cutter popstar stuff."

He seemed taken aback by how kind she was to him. "Ummm…Thanks'." He said to her, taking me aback and realizing that maybe there was more to Shane than I could ever guess at, and maybe, just maybe, I had been to harsh on him.

"I thought you loved your music," I chimed in a bit perplexed and in my own way, trying to show him that I was a little bit sorry for being so mean earlier.

"Yeah, you're like…A Camp Rock legend!" Mitchie said.

"Some legend." He said. He sounded angry but this time it wasn't directed to us. "I only play the music that the label think will sell."

"So, you don't think that that song would sell?" Mitchie asked him.

"I don't know." He told us, shooting me a small smile which I guessed, in his way, meant that I was forgiven.

"Well, you'll never know if you don't try." Mitch encouraged. "And, by the way, I know one girl who would buy that song."

"I don't know Popstar," I said in a teasing tone with a smile on my face. "Maybe."

And, with that, Mitchie and I left Shane Grey to his thoughts.

"Did I say something stupid? There goes one more mistake; Do I bore you with my problems? Is that why you turn away? Do you know how hard I try, to become what you want me to be?

"Take me, this is all that I got, this is all that I'm not; All that I'll ever be: I got flaws, I got faults, keep searching for your perfect heart: It doesn't matter who you are, we all have our scars;

"You say don't act like a child: But what if it's a father I need? Not like you don't know what you got yourself into; don't tell me I'm the one who's naive; Do you know how hard I try, to become what you want me to be?

"Come on just let it go; These are things we can't control; Your expectations, your explanations, don't make sense to me; you and your alternatives; Don't send me to your therapists; Deep down I know what you mean; And I'm not sure that's who I wanna be;

"Take me, this is all that I got, this is all that I'm not; All that I'll ever be; I got flaws, I got faults, keep searching for your perfect heart; I doesn't matter who you are; we all have out scars; we all have our scars; We all have our scars; Oh no no no; Did I say something stupid; There goes one more mistake;" I sang to Mitchie's guitar.

I was amazed at how good it sounded. And how much it related to my real life. The song was talking about not living up to societies expectations. Or, in my case, my mothers. We hardly ever saw eye to eye and even though I pretended that every thing in my life was happy and my home life was great, truth was that it wasn't. My 'father' was actually my step-dad. My real dad had abandoned my family a month after I was born and my mother had been so uptight until Bill came along. She had loosened up considerably since than, but we still had our fight's and disagreements. One of those was Bill. He wasn't a father to me and he was a horrible person. My mom didn't know this because even though we don't get along I do care about her. I had caught my step-father with another woman one night when I went to the mall. He had her pressed against a wall and they were kissing. My mother also ignores the fact that he drinks any type of alcohol ever invented. The days when I can't get a ride with T or Scarr he had to pick me up and his car smelled of beer and it was disgusting.

"You coming Tay?" Mitchie called breaking me out of my reverie.

"Oh! Ya Mitch!" I shouted gathering myself up from the wooden dock and running after.

Wow! An update! Y'all must be shocked! Lol! I am very proud of this chapter. Of course that little bit at the end reflected my bad relationship with my own mother, however I have two very loving parents who abstain from alcohol. I was having a crappy day and this peice showcases it. But enough rambling about me! Review! Please! I love to get critizim (Spelt wrong! Oops!) and if my story is too OOC please tell me! I know how much it bugs me to read a story where all the characters do is play pranks on each other. Please help me along too! I am having some issues with what the problem is going to be in this story since the whole camp knows about Mitchie's mother. So, now that I'm done rambling...Review! I take that back! one last thing! I am in need of a beta reader at the moment so if anyone would like to apply to the job, that would be much appriciated! Ok...Now I am done!