Disclaimer: I do not own the movie "Camp Rock" or it's characters. I do own the plot and the characters Hope Grey, Derek Tyler, Jaime Tyler, Trace Larkin and any other character NOT featured in the original movie.

DADDY'S LITTLE AND UNRULY GIRL

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Writers block

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"How did I get here, turned around and there you...You...Damit!" exclaimed Hope as she forcefully grabbed the sheet of music into her hands, crumbled it into a ball, then threw it to the side, seeing that she had over twenty other sheets in the same pile. She opened her pen again and was about to write the song over again, but instead, she threw the pen to the ground and rested her head against the piano keys, making a horrid sound come from them.

"Do you need help with that?" asked a voice from behind her. Hope, keeping her head on the keys, rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak.

"If it means help from you, than no, I don't need help," spat back Hope as she rolled her eyes and picked back up her head and brought her hands back the keys. Derek rolled his eyes and contiued to walked forward to the stuggling song writer at the piano in the Music Hall.

"Hope, you can't ignore me forever,"

"Watch me," responded Hope quickly.

"Hope,"

"Go away,"

"Hope,"

"Leave,"

"Hope,"

"Are that frickin' stupid that you can't comprehend that I want you GONE and out of my sight?!" asked Hope as she spun herself around.

"Correction. I'm not stupid,"

"Than why don't you walk away?"

"If that means that I don't want to leave you alone, then yes, I am that stupid,"

"Do you have to throw back everything that I say to you in different wording?" asked Hope with anger in her eyes.

"Yes, do you have to treat me like this?"

"Yes. You don't have to ask me that question twice," responded Hope as she turned back to the piano, but didn't play anything. Derek took a deep breath and stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked forward so that he was right behind Hope.

"You know, it's really not fair that you're treating me like this Hope. Remember when we kissed down by the lake? It was raining and you were a mess. Who was the only person to come looking for you? It wasn't Peggy, It wasn't Trace, It wasn't Lulu or Allie. So who was it?"

"You," said Hope quietly as she played out that scene in her mind.

"That's right...Hope, I know it seems like I'm just throwing everything back at you, but I'm not. I'm just telling you the truth-,"

"The truth? You want the truth?!" asked Hope as she pushed herself out from the piano and walked over to Derek, standing on her tip-toes and looking into Derek's intense eyes,

"If you want to know the damned truth, you make or break my day. It all depends on you if my days going to be good or bad! And when you ignore me, god Derek it's like someone's ripping out my heart and stomping on it! Do you know what that feels like?!"

"Do I know what it feels like?! For god's sake Hope! I feel like that right now and every waking moment leading up to now ever since the cabin fire!"

Hope looked up at Derek and took a deep breath,

"And do you know what I like the best about you making or breaking my day?"

"What?" asked Derek, still alittle hostile.

"That I wouldn't have it any other way," said Hope as her eyes watered and her voice cracked, "I have to go," said Hope as she grabbed her writting notebook and pen and quickly ran off to the door, blowing past Derek, who was standing there like a statue. When Hope had walked away, Derek sighed and threw his head back in anger, muttering various swear words. When he brought back up his head, he noticed the pile of crumbled up papers laying next to the piano. He looked over his shoulder to make surse that Hope wasn't around, then picked up a sheet of paper and tried to read the writing, but the ink had smeared and the words were so jumbled together with the notes, all that Derek could make out was the title "One In a Million".

After sighing heavily, Derek threw the papers lying around into a wastebasket, then procedded to his "History of Music" class, which was right next door to Hope's class cabin.

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"So, everyone partner up and get started. And remember, whoever writes the best song will have it sung at Final Jam!" exclaimed Mrs. Cyler. Hope looked down at her book, then looked up and around the room, looking for a friendly face to work with. Allie had been moved up to an advanced class (seriously, the girl is ready to write her own musical right now), so that only left one person. Trace.

"Are you working with someone?" asked Trace as he stood next to Hope. She shook her head sadly and watched as Trace took the seat next to her and sat down.

"What's wrong?" asked Trace, seeing that Hope was obviously upset.

"Nothing," muttered Hope.

"Hope, I know there's something. You can tell me,"

"I know I can, but it's just...About Derek..."

"Well you know what they say, right?" said Trace with a smile as he gathered his music pad and pencil,

"What?" asked Hope, picking her head up slightly.

"When in doubt, sing it out," smiled Trace, making a smile come out on Hope's face. A smile. She hadn't had one of them in awhile.

"C'mon, let's go to the piano," smiled Trace as he held his hand out to Hope to help her up. Hope took his hand and walked to the piano with him, sitting down and getting ready to write with him.

"So, tell me everything that you're feeling," said Trace.

"Well, aren't we just Mr. Feelings Doctor," laughed Hope.

"Seriously," laughed Trace, "Just tell me. I mean, I see you've got the first notes down, can I play them?" asked

"Sure," smiled Hope, handing Trace the pad. Trace placed it on the piano, then began to play the first chords, making a beautiful sound escape through the piano. When he was done, Hope could almost see the little light bulb go off in Trace's mind.

"you have an idea, don't you?" asked Hope. Trace looked over at her and smiled widely, taking his pen and bringing it to the paper, "hey, I want some say in this!" giggled Hope, moving over so that she and Trace could both see the sheet of paper.

"Let's just move over to the table and write, then we'll play," smiled Trace, closing the piano top and getting up along with Hope and walking over to the table next to the piano.

"Well, where shall we begin?" asked Hope as she took a seat.

"Well, treat me like one of your girlfriends, tell me everything about how you and Derek met," smiled Trace, making Hope giggle.

"Why are you laughing?" asked Trace, trying to keep a straight face.

"I'm just trying to imagine you as a girl...It's very distracting,"

"I didn't mean it like that ," laughed Trace,

"I know, but let's start from the begining," said Hope, begining to tell Trace the Derek Tyler and Hope Grey saga thus far.

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"I'm not sure about this," said Caitlyn as she looked at the baseball cap filled with folded up pieces of paper in it.

"Cait, trust me. It's the best way to do it. Whatever one's we pick are the names we have. You pick the girl names and I pick the boy names."

"Alright, but this is on your head if we pick bad names," said Caitlyn as she closed her eyes and put her hand into the pink Yankees cap (which belonged to her), and swishing the folded papers around, then finally picking one out.

"Okay, your turn," said Caitlyn as she opened her eyes and handed Nate the blue Yankees cap. After he pushed the papers around, he pulled out a piece of paper then smiled.

"On the count of three, we'll read them, okay?" said Nate, holding the paper in his hands.

"One," said Caitlyn,

"Two," said Nate,

"Three," the said in unison as they both opened the papers and read them outloud.

"You go first," said Nate. Caitlyn nodded and spoke the name she had picked out,

"I got Rowan Michelle," smiled Caitlyn,

"You did?" asked Nate.

"Yeah, is that a bad thing?" asked Caitlyn,

"No, that's the name I wanted," smiled Nate.

"Well, don't take forever! Read yours!" laughed Caitlyn. Nate nodded and opened his with a smile on his face.

"YES!"

"What?" asked Caitlyn.

"I got Talan Michael!"

"Oh," said Caitlyn as her bottom lip quivered,

"What's wrong?" asked Nate with concern.

"Nothing!" exclaimed Caitlyn as she ran off to the stairs and up them. Nate stood their, totally bewhildered. The only thing that he heard up the stairs was the sound of the toliet flushing then someone walking away.

"If I have to deal with this for another seven months," muttered Nate under his breath, "I'm gonna die,"

"Don't take this for granted Nate," said a voice from behind him. Nate spun around to see Shane standing there.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," said Shane, giving him the Grey Stare. Nate took a deep breath, realizing what he had said.

"Sorry Shane,"

"Don't apologize to me, alright?" said Shane shortly.

"Geez, hostile much?" asked Nate, raising an eyebrow. Shane took a long breath and then spoke his lasting words,

"Just remember, you don't know what you've got till it's gone,"

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"I think we've got it!" laughed Trace.

"Finally!" exclaimed the exhasted Hope.

"You're telling me," remarked Mrs. Cyler, "You two haven't left that piano for three hours. I would hope that you would've finished!"

"Well, we're proud to say that we are," giggled Hope.

"Can I see it?" asked Mrs.Cyler, putting her hand out to Hope. She gladly handed it over and waited with held breath to hear what she had to say,

"Do you two want my honest opinion?"

"Yes!"

"Well..."

Okay, got a personal problem that i need your help with guys.

Same boy from before, different problem.

So now me and this boy spoken of prior are 'talking', per say (we've been hanging out, texting early into the morning, yada yada yada), but when i told this girl about him, she told me to stay away from him because, according to her, he's 'really shady', but she wouldn't tell me anything else. And i know he's got some family problems and personal problems and he's trying to work them out and i'm trying to help him, and my cousin told me that he 'did something werid with a girl last year', and yet again, she wouldn't tell me anything else. And my best friend told me that she saw him with a few girls in lunch and he looked like he was flirting with them, but i don't know if he was just being nice or what, so you can just forget that one, but i want to know about him, but on one is brave enough to tell me, so my question for you is,

Should I keep on trying to get closer to this boy that I care about like a best friend and even more than that, or just forget him because he has a darker past?

R&R!

-Rose