A\N: So tomorrow's chapter will be the season finale... but never to fear! There WILL be a sequel! I've already written twenty chapters of it! (No, I don't have a life, you're right!)

Camp Revenge

Chapter 25

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

Best. Plan. Ever! Brownie convinced the hospital staff to let us hold the promette in the hospital! It was perfect because then we could go and visit Denny while we were partying! Mitchie was happy with the idea and so we got started immediately on planning. We even got some doctors (apparently they had gotten in trouble with their boss) to help us plan.

One of the doctors – his name was Alex - was being a real ass and was banging his head on the table. "No surgeries… no helping in the ER… and here I am planning some stupid prom for a bunch of stupid kids!"

"Hey," I barked. "It just so happens that our friend is in critical condition so you shut the fuck up and be a little nicer, ok? We want to make this special for him but we can't do it if you're gonna be like that!"

Mitchie was telling two of the doctors – Christina and Meredith - exactly what she wanted. "You know, I'm not really sure if we should have pink balloons, or red ones, or yellow ones… what do you think?"

Christina turned to the Meredith. "I didn't like teenaged girls when I was a teenaged girl. My mum forced me to go to prom and my date threw up on my dress,"

Meredith laughed. "I didn't go to prom. I was into the whole bad-ass teenager thing,"

Mitchie looked annoyed. "What color?" she asked. Then she turned to Alex the asshole. "What color do you think?"

Alex groaned with his head down on the table. The other doctor – George- looked at him. "Are you having a seizure?"

He looked up. "Fine. Let's go with seizure! Having a seizure sure beats the hell out of doing this!"

George stood up from his chair. "I'll go ask our boss what she thinks,"

Then, a short doctor came in. "What's wrong with you people?" she asked.

Alex looked at her. "It's the color of the balloons, Dr. Bailey. They should be red, no they should be green, no they should be a freaking rainbow!"

She sighed. "Silver and black,"

Mitchie looked confused. "Silver and black,"

The doctor nodded. "Yes. Silver and black goes with everything, and no matter what color dress your guests are wearing, they pop,"

Mitchie turned to me. "That's perfect!"

Doctor Bailey pointed to George. "You go get one hundred balloons in silver and a hundred in black – shiny black," She pointed to Alex. "You help him blow up the balloons," she pointed to Christina. "You go get the lobby set up," then she pointed to Meredith. "And you go get some catering menus. Now move!"

All the doctors raced off leaving Mitchie, Uncle Brown, and me sitting there in the conference room. I turned to Mitchie. "Well that works," I laughed.

Mitchie smiled. "I go tell Denny what the plan is. I'm sure he'll be happy to know that he's not going to be missing out on any of the fun!"

She set off and Uncle Brown and I stayed in the conference room. "I better go tell all the campers that the party has been moved to the hospital,"

X X X

Uncle Brown went back to camp and told everyone about Denny and why we're gonna have the promette at the hospital, while Mitchie, the doctors, and I all set up the lobby to look how we wanted it.

Mitchie set the punch bowl down on the table with a blue table cloth on it and then also put cups next to it. I set up the food table and put plates, forks, spoons, and knives decoratively down. We got silver eating utensils, and blue tablecloths.

One of the doctors came up to me holding a couple catering menus. "Which one?" she asked. I took the menus from her, looked at them, and then handed her the Corner Bakery one. She set off again.

George started putting up light and dark blue streamers and put them all around the lobby. I helped him put them up.

Then, Alex the asshole came back with Christina and they were holding a crap-load of balloons. They started tying the balloons in random places and then put a bunch on the silver staircase that led down into the lobby where our party was set up. The lobby was actually placed in between two sets of stairs, one leading up to the rooms and the other leading out to the main entrance.

It was getting late by the time we had finished setting everything up – it looked quite bitchtastic. There's a new word for your vocabulary!

The streamers were hanging from the ceiling and went around the walls. There was a stereo set up in the corner- my uncle would be the deejay. Black and silver balloons created an arch at each stairwell and then other balloons were randomly placed everywhere. We were going to set up all the food tomorrow, but we had the punch bowl and the trays where the cookies would go all set up, and plates, napkins, and stuff like that were set up as well.

Everything matched – it was all either silver, black, or blue.

When we were certain everything was perfectly set up, Mitchie went up to Denny's room. I went with her. She knocked on Denny's door and then went over to him. "We got the whole promette set up,"

Denny smiled. "Good. Hey, listen, Mitchie," he said. Mitchie scooted closer to him. "I want you to go with someone else to the promette – someone who can actually dance and wear a tux,"

Mitchie frowned. "But what about you? I'd feel bad,"

He shook his head. "Don't feel bad. I want you to have fun tomorrow night,"

Mitchie half smiled. "Ok, Denny. I'll see you tomorrow," She turned to head out the door.

"Hey," Denny said, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. She turned around. "I love you," he said.

Mitchie smiled. "I love you too. Get better, ok?" she said.

I walked Mitchie out the door and we went back to camp with Uncle Brown.

X X X

When we got back to the camp, Mitchie sighed. "Now I don't have a date to the promette,"

I thought of some people she could take. Jason already had a date… but Nate didn't! "Nate!" I exclaimed.

She turned to me. "What?"

I nodded. "Nate. He doesn't have anyone to take to the prom. Go ask him. I'm sure he'll be delighted to take you,"

Mitchie stood up. "I'll go right now!" she headed off.

I lay down in my bed and pulled the covers over my head. Wow this has been a long day.

Nate came into the cabin a couple minutes later. "I'm going to the prom with Mitchie!" he exclaimed happily.

I frowned to myself, a little jealous that he got a beautiful and nice girl like that and I got stuck with a bitch. Not just a bitch; The bitch. The bitch that wears a wedding dress to a prom… er, a promette.

A\N: I need some help here… In your review, tell me who you want for prom king and queen! Oh, and vote on my poll if you already haven't! The Camp Rock 2008 Promette King and Queen are…. ? You decide! Tomorrow's the promette! Aren't you all so excited?! I am!