Camp Rock
Chapter 7
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of view"Ouch! Stop! It's like you people are clueless!" I yelled at the kids who were crowding around me. Wait a second, they are clueless. I moaned softly and closed my eyes. I could tell that Mitchie and my uncle were sitting next to me.
Uncle Brown crouched down next to me. "Shane? Are you alright?"
I shook my head. "No… stupid, stupid camp…" I mumbled.
"What's wrong? What hurts?" he asked.
"My arm… and my head," I told him through tightly clenched teeth. When he touched my arm, I cried out. "What the fuck, Brownie!? That hurts!"
I opened my eyes, but the world was spinning and everyone looked like there were two of them. I moaned again and closed my eyes. "You all are strange…" I slurred.
"Shane? Shane, can you hear me?" I heard Uncle Brown's voice. It sounded like it was off in the distance.
I tried to speak but no words came out. I mumbled a bit instead and drifted off to sleep.
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The next thing I know, I'm laying in my bed. I groaned and felt the throbbing pain in my head and arm. I turned the pillow over to get the cool side and then tried to fall back asleep. When I couldn't go back to sleep, I opened my eyes and saw my uncle sitting in a chair by my bed, watching me sleep. "Stalker…" I mumbled.
Uncle Brown kept on looking at me. "How are you? Feeling better?"
"What happened?" I asked, trying to sit up.
"You fell off the stage, broke your arm, hit your head, and passed out," he told me.
I sighed. Great. Just what I need – a broken arm. How will I play guitar now? I heard my stomach growl. "Hungry…" I mumbled and closed my eyes, pulling the blanket back over me.
Uncle Brown rolled his eyes. "Just this one time will I bring you food to your cabin…" He set off and I smirked. I so could have gotten up and went to the dining hall, but this is better. I'll milk this whole broken-arm-passing-out thing for all it's worth.
He returned with a tray of plates including pizza, French fries, and two cookies. I happily took the tray and then looked down at it. "Since when do we eat pizza and fries for breakfast?"
"It's dinner time…" Uncle Brown told me.
I looked up at him. "Seriously? I slept that whole time?" He nodded. I ate a French fry. "Wow, I must have really been out of it…"
He nodded. "You were… You kind of went crazy and sleep talked."
"No way!" I exclaimed. Shane Gray does not do creepy things like that. "What exactly did I do?" Maybe it's not as bad as he's making it sound.
Uncle Brown sat down in the chair, watching me eat. "You just kind of moaned and mumbled, 'you're gonna pay for this, bitch!'"
I laughed. At least I wasn't calling out my deepest darkest secrets. That would be a little bad. I finished eating my lunch and then handed the tray to my uncle. "No go away; I need to sleep," I told him and faked a yawn.
He ruffled my hair a bit and then left. "Sleep well; you have to teach a class tomorrow,"
I fake-coughed. "Nope. I can't. Sorry, but I'm too sick."
"You were never actually sick…" Uncle Brown said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Says you!" I called out after him. He left my room and I flipped over to my side, pulling the blanket over my head and closing my eyes.
Then, I heard a knock at my door. "Go away!" I called out from under my warm comforter.
The person invited himself or herself in, ignoring what I had said. "Hey, Shane."
I groaned. "I'm sleeping… go away!"
"You don't sound like your sleeping… unless you're sleep talking again."
I pulled the covers off of me and saw Mitchie standing over me. I pointed an accusing finger at her. "That never happened, ok?"
She laughed a bit. "Try telling that to the whole camp… they all heard you."
I sighed. "I didn't say anything too embarrassing, did I?"
Mitchie bit her lip. "Let's just say, if I were you, I'd hide that teddy bear."
"WHAT!?" I yelled. "I talked about Mr.Fuzzums?!"
She nodded. "And your… other embarrassing things."
I sighed and laid my head back on the pillow. I put my hands up on my face. "It was bad, wasn't it? As in never be seen again, bad? Cause I don't think my uncle told me the whole story."
"It was pretty bad…"she mumbled, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "You started saying really random things… One of them was," she mimicked me here – "Humma shumma leeeooobbaa estrogen ocean!"
"Oh God…" I whined and closed my eyes, shaking my head. "The things I say in a semi-conscious daze… Did I really say 'estrogen ocean'?"
Mitchie shrugged. "I'm sure everyone's already forgotten about it."
"Believe me; they haven't. People don't forget about these kinds of things. I hate enough people to know that."
"So why do you hate everyone?"
"Cause I'm better than them."
"So being better than someone automatically gives you the right to be a total ass?"
I nodded. "Umm… yeah."
"So I heard you sing a new song…"
"I sang?" Since when?
"In your semi-conscious daze."
Wow. I'm awesome if I can be passed out and still sing.
"I liked it," she continued.
I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
She nodded. "Can you sing it for me?"
I shook my head. "Nope. Now go away. I'm sleeping here."
Mitchie laughed a bit and then left me alone. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.