A\N: Let's play a game, eh? Who can count how many times I say 'eh' in every one of my chapters. Author notes included. Winner gets a cookie! Fun, eh? See, there I go again!

Camp Revenge

Chapter 23

My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of view

"Shane, wake up. We gotta go," Uncle Brown was shaking my shoulder.

I yawned, my eyes still closed and mumbled, "Go where?"

"You have to get your second rabies shot,"

I sighed. "Damn it," I cursed and slowly got out of bed. I dragged my feet across the floor and changed into some other clothes.

Denny looked up at me. "Where are you going?"

I sighed again. "I'm off to be tortured. See you later,"

Jason and Nate were still asleep. Lucky bastards. I wish I were still sleeping. For God's sake, it's like seven in the morning. I groaned and followed my uncle out of the cabin. We went into Tess's cabin and she cheerfully got out of bed and hugged me. "Sweetie!" she screeched.

Uncle Brown looked at me and mouthed, "You're dating?"

I nodded.

We went into Uncle Brown's car and he drove us to the same hospital. Luckily, I got a different doctor this time, his name was Dr. Smith. Original, eh? I closed my eyes and I got my second shot, which wasn't as bad as the first but I still cried, mind you.

Uncle Brown came into the room, holding a brown paper bag. "Here – I got you some more crack rock,"

"Crack rock?" I asked as I took the bag from him. I looked inside the bag and pulled out a blue stick of rock candy. "Don't you mean 'rock candy'?"

He rolled his eyes. "Same thing,"

I shook my head. "Not the same thing," I ate my so-called crack rock and then we met up with Tess in the lobby. We went back into my uncle's car and started driving. When we took a different turn, the other way from camp, I began to wonder where we were going. "Camp's to the left, you artard," I said.

Uncle Brown shook his head. "We aren't going back to camp right now,"

"Then where are we going?" I asked.

Tess to turned to me, a smile across her face. "Shopping!" she squealed.

I groaned and closed my eyes. "Not shopping. Haven't I been tortured enough today?"

"We're going shopping for the promette outfits!" she said, excitedly.

"Outfits, eh?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah. I'm getting a dress and you're getting a tux,"

I groaned again. Will this nightmare never end? I opened my eyes. "And you agreed to go shopping, Brownie?" I asked.

"Yeah. Tess told me you didn't have a tux for the prom so we have to buy you something," he said.

"And," Tess started, "I don't like my dress. I need a better one,"

I scoffed. "You don't like your dress, eh? Wait, so you already have a dress? Didn't you show it to me? Didn't it have like real crystals on it?"

She shrugged. "Yeah. I don't like it,"

"Why not?" I asked. "It must have cost a fortune,"

Tess shrugged again. "So? I don't like it,"

"Then why'd you buy it?" I asked.

"Because I thought it was good at the time, but then I saw Taylor Swift wearing it and it became a definite no-no,"

"OH," I replied sarcastically. "I see now,"

We pulled up to "David's bridal store." I stared at it for a second. "A bridal store, eh? Who's getting married?"

Tess laughed. "We are!"

My jaw dropped. "What?!"

She laughed again. "Just kidding! No, I'm just getting a wedding dress,"

"Why are you getting a wedding dress if you're not getting married?" I asked.

Tess looked at me like I was a retard. "Do you have no brains, darling?"

I rolled my eyes and we all got out of the car. We walked into the store and Tess went over to the 'size zero' section. She pulled out a couple of wedding gowns and then went into the dressing room to try them on.

Uncle Brown and I sat down on the couch by the mirrors. I groaned and buried my head in my hands. "This is awful," I moaned.

Tess came out wearing one wedding gown that was strapless, was poofy, and had a long train.

"You're not getting married, Tess. This is a prom – no, not even a prom; a promette. Wear a fucking prom dress," I told her.

She scrunched up her face and then went back into the dressing room, trying on another wedding gown.

Tess came out wearing a dress that was strapless, skinny at the top, but then it poofed out and the bottom with feathers. She looked pretty hot, but she's still a bitch.

"You like?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever. If I say yes then will we get out of here faster?" I asked.

She scoffed and went back into the dressing room and came back out wearing her regular clothes. Tess had the dress in her hand. "I'm getting this one,"

I stood up, put my hands in the air, and looked up. "Hallelujah!" I yelled.

We walked to the checkout counter and the lady took the dress from Tess. "Who's getting married?" she asked.

"No one," I mumbled.

"It's for our camp promette," Tess explained. "My boyfriend, Shane Gray, is taking me,"

The cashier lady turned to me. "THE Shane Gray?!"

Tess nodded. "Yeah,"

"Didn't you get rabies, Shane?" she asked.

I turned to Tess. "Can we go now?"

Tess gave the cashier her credit card, then we got the dress, and Tess held it in her lap as we drove.

"Finally. Back to camp," I sighed and leaned my head up against the window.

"Umm, no," Tess said.

I opened my eyes. "What?"

"Well we have to get you a tux now!" she exclaimed excitedly.

I groaned again and hit my head repeatedly on the window.

We got to a tuxedo place and Tess picked out a black tux for me. I tried it on and since it fit, Tess bought it for me and then we FINALLY went back to camp.

I went back into my cabin and plopped down on my bed. Denny looked at me. "Rough time, eh?"

"You said it," I mumbled to my pillow.

He sat down on the edge of my bed. "What happened? Where did you go?"

I looked up at him. "I got a fucking rabies shot and then I had to go shopping for wedding dresses!"

"Rabies shot? Oh yeah, you're the one who got rabies, eh?"

I nodded. "That would be me," I muttered.

"So why the hell did you go wedding dress shopping? Someone getting married?"

I scoffed. "No," I sat up. "But Tess thinks the promette is a wedding,"

He laughed. "Does she think you're getting married or something?"

I shrugged. "Maybe,"

Denny smirked. "She's weird,"

I nodded. "I know that,"

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