Author's Note: Well, here is chapter… 8, I think. Anyway, I happen to think this chapter is funny, and if you do too, or don't, please leave a review and tell me ALL ABOUT IT!

Best Friends, Lovers, and Nate Gray

Over and Over and Over

By: Chelsea

Rating: T… 13+… minor language use

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat… I DO NOT, own Camp Rock, it's characters, related plots or themes, songs or anything else associated with the wonderful movie and franchise. This story is a work of fiction and any similarities it may have with your life, your granny's life, or your yoga instructor's cousin's life, is completely coincidental. I am not meaning to slander or put down any person, race, gender, nationality, etc. There is no copyright infringement intended. I think that's a pretty good disclaimer, don't you? Oh yeah, I DO own my own original characters and plots.

The remainder of June passed and July started off the same way. We had already toured the western part of the country and we were now working on the east. Last night we had performed in Baltimore and we working our way the eastern coast.

Turns out we were a hit in the east. We did well in the west, but now we were doing interviews with radio stations and helping to build our hype - however little it was.

As for the rumors of "Naty", they only got worse as June went on. I couldn't even open a teen magazine without an "insider" or "a friend close to Nick/Katy" or a "source" confirming our relationship. The entrance of July didn't change things much besides slightly boosting our small popularity.

Ellie and I were being featured more in the teen magazines and we had even been asked for autographs. Sometimes when we would do radio interviews, a small crowd of about 5 or 10 would greet us, which was a huge confidence booster. Of course, I was also asked about Nick and I during these interviews. I had no other answer than "we are just friends" and I knew that no one believed me. I had never believed celebrities who had used that excuse in the past, but I started to afterwards.

There wasn't a show today; Connect Three is performing on Good Morning America and on the Late Show with David Letterman. So, besides a radio interview in the morning, Ellie and I had the day off.

"Don't you love interviews?" Ellie squealed as we exited the building for BICW 101.4.

"Um," I wrinkled my eyebrows, "yeah, they're the greatest."

"No need for sarcasm," I heard my mother tell me from the other side of Ellie.

I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off by 3 girls of a group of about 7 asking for autographs. We smiled, signed their papers, took pictures, and then got into our small black rental car we were using today instead of the van.

"Now," I said cheerily, "that's what I love." I leaned back into the cushion of the backseat. "I don't think I will ever get tired of fans… or autographs or pictures."

My mom smiled at me through the rear-view mirror, "Well what can you expect? You are Disney's newest protégé."

"Whatever," Ellie said, practically reading my mind.

"Believe what you want," my mom said in a sing-song voice, "but they asked Jen when you two would be able to film a commercial for the channel."

I rolled my eyes. "Big deal, that doesn't mean-"

"Ohmygosh! Is it one of those where you draw the mouse ears with a light stick?" Ellie squealed, completely oblivious that she cut me off mid-sentence, "I've always wanted to do one of those!"

I stared at her in disbelief. I couldn't believe she could be so ecstatic over a commercial. Sure, it was exciting, really exciting, but jumping up and down in a moving car was unnecessary.

We got back to the motel and Ellie and I went to our room and my mom went into the one she occupied next to us. Ellie immediately ran into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. I walked over and leaned against the doorframe to watch what she was about to do.

Ellie smiled and spoke to the mirror, "Hi, I'm Ellie from SubZero," she grabbed her toothbrush and drew what look like a misshapen heart to me in the air, "and you're watching the Disney Channel."

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"

Ellie made a face at me in the mirror and then started over. "Hi, I'm Ellie from…"

I walked into the small motel room that had two double beds squished in along with a table, a TV, and a desk.

I sat down on the bed closest to the window and picked up Elvis, my stuffed pig, off the bed and set him in my lap as I looked around the room. Was my mom right? Were we Disney's latest protégé? If so, maybe we wouldn't be staying in cheap motels that smelled like mold and death much longer.

Play My Music cut into my thoughts. I was hearing the chorus of this song from my phone so much that it was starting to bug me. I'll have to change his ring tone later, I thought as I dug the phone out of my back pocket.

"Hello," I answered the phone with a fake British accent.

"Hello, have I reached Lady Katy?" Nate replied with the same accent.

"Nah," I said in full on American style, "just Katy."

"Good," Nate said, dropping the accent, "'cause I hear the Lady Katy is pretty stuck up."

"Yeah," I agreed, "me too."

Nate chuckled. "So," he said, "what's up?"

"Ah, nothing besides the fact that Ellie has now completely lost her mind," I told him a little loudly hoping that Ellie would hear.

"I wasn't aware that she had one," Nate said thoughtfully.

"She had a little bit, but it's gone now," I said matter-of-factly.

Nick laughed and then recalled his appearance on Good Morning America. We decided that we would meet up at the Starbuck's in town and do something together in two hours. For about an hour we talked on the phone and, not surprisingly, Ellie stayed in the bathroom and practiced saying one line… over and over and over….

A/N: Well, that was chapter 8 (I confirmed that it IS chapter 8) and I, personally, can't wait for chapter 9…you know, once I write it…

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