Summer of Love Chapter 35, a camp rock fanfic

CHAPTER 35

The show that night went off without a hitch, with the exception of AJ and Shane having pounding headaches. The screaming girls probably didn't help. Shane had never wished more in his life for more guy fans. Afterwards they ran onto the bus waving at their fans. Almost immediately (she changed first), Rylen ripped her new sewing machine apart and started threading it. Nate watched her; amused at the concentration it was taking for her to get the bobbin in right. After a few moments she shot up and ran into the back of the bus. Nate could see all sorts of stuff flying out from under her bunk. Finally he heard a muffled cry of joy as Rylen reappeared with a thick folder. She shoved her stuff back under her bed and ran up to the kitchen table. She slapped the folder down and started sifting through it until she had found what she was looking for. She pulled out some flimsy tissue and shoved her folder under the table. She laid the tissue on the floor and frowned for a moment. Shane and Jason had been watching her as well, from the couch next to the dining table. No one had said a word as they were all being amused enough by her antics. Rylen was never this hyperactive. Rylen touched her fingertips like she was adding something, and then finally smiled and looked up, only to instantly frown again when she saw all eyes on her.

"What?!" she cried.

"I think were all just wondering why exactly there is tissue paper all over the bus floor," Nate smiled at her.

"Oh it's not tissue," she smiled back, Nate just raised an eyebrow, "It's a pattern."

Nate kept his eyebrows raised. "Honestly guys? A Patteeeeern, is like a stencil, you know what a STENCIL is right, for your CLOTHES!" she said slowly, like they were all stupid. Jason stood in a spot with no tissue and looked down on everything. He noticed the tiny black dotted lines this time. He leaned down to look at the pieces, giving a puzzled face.

"What you STILL don't get it?" Rylen laughed.

"No, no. I get it. Just… it looks like a tux, maybe. Like that part there looks like a vesty bit," Jason pointed a piece in the middle.

"Indeed it is," Rylen commented, now searching through drawers for something until she pulled out a pair of scissors. Jason just responded with a blank face.

"What NOW?"

"Well, since when do you wear tuxes?"

"Oh didn't I tell you I have tomorrow off to get a sex change Jason?" she laughed, "If you bothered looking around you would notice three boys in the room you dork."

"Oh! Is it new wardrobe for the show?"

"Nope."

"Then what IS it?!" Jason asked picking up one of the pieces before Rylen gently yanked it out of his hand and put it back down.

"IT is Nate's outfit for your premier. Now Nate stand up. I think I remember your measurements, but I just want to double check."

"I thought we were going in Armani?" Jason looked at the both of them, Nate had his arms raised and Rylen was wrapping around herself around him trying to reach the other end of the tape, squeezing him into a hug when she found it before actually measuring him. Shane chose to be playing with his fingernails at that moment.

"No, YOU guys are going in Armani. How did you not notice me missing at the fitting today?"

"Oh yeaaaah. Well what makes you so special?" Nate just grinned at him, "On second thought, I don't wanna know. I'm going to head to bed." Jason walked away shaking his head. Twenty minutes later, Rylen had the fabric she had chose all over the floor as well. Shane was still sitting on the couch watching her, not really speaking to anyone. He wanted to go to bed and get out of the awkward situation, but he was terrified of messing up everything she had everywhere. He chose to lie down on the couch and watch her pin the tissue down. He had luckily gotten out of working tonight because his dad was too busy catching up with everyone. Their parents were on a separate bus with extra bunks for the night. They were leaving the next day. Nate was sitting on his laptop, typing ferociously. Shane turned his head to watch him type and sat up to read over his shoulder. He was typing a letter to someone. Shane scooted closer to try and make out the words.

Dear Ryley-Bear,

And then the laptop slammed shut.

"Nosy much?" Nate asked sarcastically, his face inches away from Shane's. Shane grimaced as he realized he had gotten closer while reading and instantly gave himself away. He was practically hanging over the seat in fact.

"Sorry," he mumbled. Nate flipped the laptop back open. Shane lay back down on the couch, and took out his phone. The phone he was not supposed to use and was supposed to call only 911 or his family. He shrugged and turned his back to Rylen so she wouldn't see. She would kill him. Although technically he was not doing anything wrong. It was his family he was planning on talking to.

S- Do u hate me? Honestly?

Nate jumped at the phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the screen. He turned around met Shane's eyes, frowning at him. Shane's eyes pleaded with him to read it. Nate narrowed his eyes a bit more before turning around. Nate stuck his phone under the table. Shane watched his shoulders fall, and his arms move a bit as he typed back.

N- No you idiot. You're my brother. I could never hate you. I'm just very unimpressed with the way uv been handling yourself and OTHERS lately 

Shane's phone vibrated and he smiled and felt his heart drop at the same time after reading the text. He looked in the direction of the arrow at Rylen.

S- I suck. Trust me I am fully aware. And I think she knows how sorry I am. Are u ever gonna talk 2 me again?

This time it was Nate's turn.

N- Yes but it's a little hard to until u make up with her. I'm on her side. When she forgives u. I forgive u.

S- Fair enough. So much for bros b4 hoes hey ;) ?

Shane tightened as he sent the message, hoping Nate would realize it was a joke to try and lighten the mood. He breathed a sigh of relief when Nate let out a small chuckle.

"Who are you texting Grey?" Rylen asked, looking up from her work for a second.

"Just someone I haven't talked to in a while. And no it's not a girl," Nate laughed at the brief moment of worry that passed her face.

"Oh, Ok." Rylen smiled at him and continued on working again.

N- Yeah well hoes b4 bros rhymes too. Maybe I'll start a revolution.

S- Viva la … hoes?

N- Viva la Hoes indeed.

They both let out a chuckle, causing Rylen to look up again with a raised eyebrow at Nate. He just grinned at her. She shook her head.

S- I think I'm just going 2 pass out on the couch now, so when Ry Is done with this mess, can you please nab me a blanket?

N- Sure dude. Night.

Shane dropped his phone onto the couch next to him and rested his head on one of the couch pillows. It would do even though he still felt like shit from last night. His eyes didn't open when he felt something drop over top of him. He just put his hand in the air with a thumbs up sign and passed right out.

Nate's POV

I'm glad that Shane and me have made amends of sorts, but I definitely cannot be buddy-buddy with him until Rylen fully forgives him. I don't want her to think I'm condoning it. I sigh and go back to the letter I was writing to Rylen. The ridiculous one that I didn't even know why I was writing. I read over what I already had before thinking for a moment and continuing.

Dear Ryley-Bear,

I'm not sure why I'm writing this when you're sitting a whole meter away from me, but I felt like I needed to. I'm just sitting here watching you do… something... with pins. Don't laugh at me because I'm clueless. : P Anyways the point is, that I'm sitting here watching you and you're sitting there in MY oversized pajama pants (which I want back by the way) and one of MY old concert tees (My favorite. What is with you and my closet?) and I am amazed at how beautiful you look. Even in my old baggy clothes. You look incredible in anything and everything. You could make a trash bag look good. Not that you would ever have a reason to wear one, but I'm just saying that if you HAD to, it would look incredible, because what doesn't? Ok, now I'm just rambling. Anyways, getting back to the point. Well, honestly there WASN'T a point when I started writing this. I just did it. I don't have the smallest inkling as to why. Maybe I just really wanted you to know how amazing I think you are. You have this unnatural ability to make just about anyone like you. You're smile is what I most look forward to when I wake up. I love the way you bite your lip when you're nervous. I love that you get along so well with my family. Well so far, and with the exception of Shane. Which is an entire situation unto itself. I don't really like thinking about it actually, since he is my brother and you guys- right not thinking about it. Oops, I'm rambling again. Anyways. I think maybe the point was that you're amazing. That's pretty much it. I think I just felt the need to tell you on paper, to solidify it and have it on record. I hope this isn't too nut-jobby for you. I don't want to go down in history as your "crazy ex who wrote rambling letters about how obsessed he is with me". Well to be honest, I don't want to go down in history as your ex period. I would be eternally happy if that was to never happen. I'm not really sure how or when I'm going to give this to you, but I just wanted you to know that. Who knows, maybe we'll read it to our kids someday. Ok, now THAT sounded like nut job ex-boyfriend speak. Please don't dump me; it's just a what-if.

I love you RyBear! Forever and Always.

All my heart,

Nate.

June. Burnin' Up Tour 08

(I seriously have no idea what day it is)

I saved it to my computer. I know a lot of you are thinking why didn't I delete the stuff I ranted about I probably shouldn't be saying in the letter, but if it were an actual pen, I couldn't have taken it back. So I stick true to that. If you wrote in the first place, you probably wanted to say it. So there you go. No take backs. I looked down at Rylen who now had all her pieces cut out, and was stacking them in different piles. She put them on the table and pulled me up.

"Let's go to bed Grey I am BEAT." I nodded and let her lead the way. We both fell asleep within minutes, with us both curled into each other in her bunk. Life couldn't get better.