Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock
I thought I would try writing this chapter from no one point of view. Tell me what you like? The POVs? No POVs? Mixed?
Nate woke up to the sound of his alarm clock the morning after Beach Jam. He would have normally hit the snooze button a few times but not this morning; he had other plans. He stretched, sat up and looked across the cabin at Shane's bed. It was still perfectly made from the day before, meaning he didn't come in last night after he walked off to clear his head. Nate was a bit worried, he never seen his friend like this over a girl and decided he would go find him hoping he did not do any harm to himself or others.
Nate got out of bed and dressed in dark jeans, a white v neck shirt and the dog tags he always wore. About twenty minutes later Nate was ready. He walked out of the washroom and saw that Jason was still a sleep all tangled up in his sheets, snoring. He grinned at this. 'Prefect,' he thought. He looked at his watch and saw it was about seven in the morning. Then he heard a faint knock at the door, 'Just as planned,' Nate thought and quickly answered the door.
At the door was a group of junior campers Jason was in charge of. They have been pulling pranks on Jason with the help of Nate. Though Jason didn't know about the secret alliance, only Shane who wasn't in it. Nate just wanted to see how long Jason could handle the younger campers and so far he was impressed with Jason. Nate let in the campers who all were carrying buckets of water from the lake who were all whispering and trying to contain their laughter. Nate grabbed his guitar, pointed to Jason's bed and ran out before the campers started their attack. Nate didn't get that far from the cabin before he heard the water splashes and Jason screaming bloody Mary. Nate laughed at the sound and embarked on his search for Shane.
The sun hit Shane's face as he woke up from a restless sleep in the canoe. He rubbed his eyes and looked around confused to where he was for a moment. He looked around and saw that he was in a canoe in the middle of the lake. Suddenly, he remembered everything, the Beach Jam, confronting Kate, and a broken hearted Mitchie.
"Shane, is that you?" Nate called from the docks. Shane squinted and gave Nate a quick wave. Shane rowed back to the dock to where Nate stood waiting.
"You okay?" Nate asked as he helped Shane put the boat back. Shane didn't answer, he looked depressed.
"What time is it?" Shane asked.
"About seven thirty. They are serving breakfast soon," Nate answered, "You should go get ready, we have classes to teach and you smell like a fish." Nate tried to amuse his friend but failed when Shane didn't laugh but just walked off to their cabin. 'Today is going to be a long day,' Nate thought and started his way to the kitchen.
Mitchie was exhausted. She just wanted to forget everything and just disappear. After she ran off last night, Caitlyn found her behind the kitchen and stayed with her until she tired herself out. She did not know what to say to her, to make it all better; so she just sat there comforting her friend as she cried.
Both girls spent the night in Connie's cabin to much of Connie confusion who did not know what happened until Caitlyn gave her a quick run down. Connie hugged her daughter and told her everything would be okay. Though Mitchie thought otherwise. During the night, Caitlyn was woken up to her best friend crying in her sleep. She felt helpless and wanted to take her friend's pain away as she watched Mitchie toss and turn, fighting her emotions all night.
Morning came and her mother excused her from breakfast duty and Caitlyn volunteered to help with the breakfast rush. Mitchie didn't want to get out of bed but had to because classes were going to start soon and she was pretty hungry.
Caitlyn was pouring syrup in bottles when Nate entered the kitchen.
"I thought I'd find you here," Nate kissed Caitlyn on the cheek. Caitlyn looked tired; she had dark rings around her eyes and her hair was a mess.
"How's Mitchie?" Nate sat on a stool next to Caitlyn.
"Not good, she cried herself to sleep and was tossing and turning all night," Caitlyn answered, "How's Shane?"
"Depressed. I found him sleeping in a canoe on the lake this morning." Caitlyn sighed.
"I wish I could do something. They both don't deserve this," Nate stood and rubbed her back. It was something he did to calm her down, which it did. Nate took Caitlyn in his arms. "I know. I wish I could do something too, but it's not about us. It's not our fight. They have to figure things out themselves." Caitlyn looked at him.
"Why do you always have to be right?" Nate smiled at her and kissed her forehead, "I love you," Nate said.
"I love you too." Caitlyn replied and kissed Nate. His lips were soft as both fought for control. His arms made their way to her waist while her hands tangled in his curly hair she loved to play with.
After a few minutes of making out they heard the kitchen door swing open. Standing at the door was Jason whose hair was soaking and looked like he ran a mile.
"Those buggers are going down," Jason eyes narrowed. Nate hide his face in Caitlyn hair and chuckled at their disturbance.
Shane walked in the dining hall but wasn't hungry. He hoped to see Mitchie but she was no where in sight. After grabbing a plate of food; some fruit and coffee, he made his way to the group's table. Everyone was their including Kate but not Mitchie. Peggy, Ella, and Tess were talking to Kate unaware of what happened last night. Meanwhile Caitlyn, Nate, and Jason were at the opposite end of the table where Shane made his way. He didn't say anything at first.
"How is she?" he fimally asked Caitlyn, knowing she was with Mitchie.
"What do you think?" Caitlyn answered. It didn't come out rude or anything. Its just Caitlyn didn't want to get into too much detail about how Mitchie was feeling. But Shane had a good idea. He left the matter alone and started to eat.
"Good morning Shane," some campers greeted who were obviously fans, but Shane continued to eat and Nate gave the fans a small smile to let them know they were heard. Kate kept looking over at Shane trying to make contact but failed. Shane was in his own little world. The other girls finished before them and had left. Shane was thankful. He just listened to the conversation Jason, Nate, and Caitlyn were having. Jason was telling them about his morning attack.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the face he been waiting for. Mitchie walked to the table and sat all the way at the other end.
"Good morning Caitlyn, Nate, Jason," she said with what Shane saw as a fake smile and started to eat. She acted like Shane wasn't there. He wanted to talk to her.
"Good Morning Mitchie," It was the first time he had spoken since he asked about her and it went unnoticed which Shane wasn't surprised at. He saw she wasn't going to speak or look at him. He knew he had to try. He got up at sat closer to Mitchie.
"Mitchie, please talk to me," he touched her hand. As if his touch was poison, Mitchie pulled away looking hurt.
"I'm sorry. She means nothing to me," Shane had a lump in his throat. Mitchie looked at him for the first time and he got a better look at her. Her once shiny, happy eyes were dull and bloodshot from crying and lack of sleep. Shane hated the idea that she cried herself to sleep because of him.
"I can't do this," Shane grabbed her food and headed to the kitchen. Shane dropped his head in his hands.
That was the first time Shane tried to talk to Mitchie. At lunch, Mitchie did not show up at the table. Caitlyn told him she was helping the kitchen crew clean up. Shane saw his next chance during his dance class which Mitchie attended with the other girls. But it was hard to talk to her alone during class and left class as soon as they were dismissed. At dinner, the girls told him she had a headache but he saw her eating in the kitchen alone. He couldn't blame her for not wanting to eat at the same table where he and Kate sat who he successfully avoided. This happened for almost two weeks now. He hardy saw her and when he did she wasn't alone so it made it harder for him to get close.
"I wish I could have some time with Mitchie, somewhere she won't run and has to talk to me," Shane laid on his bed one free afternoon. Nate and Jason were also there picking paint out of Jason's hair.
"You've tried to get her alone and that didn't work. The more you push, the more trouble you will find yourself in," Nate said and pointed to Jason as an example.
"Ya. Just don't cause anymore trouble, else you'll be punished like me." Jason squirmed as Nate yanked more dry paint out of his hair. It was a prank gone wrong on Jason's end. He wanted to get his group back from their water stunt but ended up covering the groups cabin, which the campers weren't in, in paint and hitting Brown with a paint ball. Brown sentenced him to cabin clean up for a week.
Shane stared up at his ceiling thinking and shot up. "That's it. Thanks guys." He got up and ran out of the cabin.
"Your welcome?" Jason said, more like asked.
"What did we say?" Nate asked Jason. They both shrugged.
The next time the boys saw Shane was at dinner.
"Where did you run off to?" Nate asked Shane. By now all the campers made their way to the dining room.
"To the kitchen to get something," Shane replied and took out a cream pie he hid under the table.
"What are you going to do with that?" Jason asked curiously, "Eat it?" Shane shook his head no. Then it dawn on Nate what Shane was thinking.
"Shane don't," Before Nate could do anything, Shane threw the pie at Nate. The cream pie hit Nate right in the face like you'd see on one of those cartoons. Jason laughed so hard he almost fell over. Nate was fuming and picked up a meatball from his plate. Shane grinned at him, teasing him. He threw it across the table at Shane who ducked out of the way. The meatball slammed into the back of a head of any other camper who in turn tried to thrown something at us only to sit another camper.
"FOOD FIGHT!" Shane yelled and chaos broke out. Everyone was on guard throwing everything and anything they touched. The fight didn't go on that long before Brown stepped in the room only to be pelted by meatballs.
"That's enough," Brown yelled, once recovered. Instantly, everyone stopped and stared at Brown. Food was all over the place the floors, walls, ceiling, people. "What's going on here? Who is responsible for this?" Everyone muttered to each other looking around wondering the same thing.
"I am," Shane raised his hand and walked to Brown. Brown eyes narrows and sighed.
'I hate to be uncool," Brown muttered and Shane smiled.