A\N: Here's the season 2 first chapter! I'm so excited I can't stand it! I'm not going to give a lot away, but there's going to be a wedding! Who's gonna get married?
Camp Revenge Season 2
Chapter 1: "Time"
In life, time looses all meaning. In the midst of falling in love and falling apart, time ceases to matter. Fifteen minutes… fifteen hours… fifteen days… In life, time flies. In an alternate universe, however, time takes pleasure… in kicking our asses. For even the strongest of us, it seems to play tricks… slowing down, speeding up. Until it freezes. Leaving us stuck in a moment, unable to move. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. So what the hell is time, anyway?
I sighed. "Mitchie? Could you please open the door?"
Silence.
"I'm serious, Mitchie,"
More silence.
I turned to Uncle Brown. "She's not gonna open the door,"
Uncle Brown went up to the bathroom door. "Mitchie? Open the door,"
He gave up and then turned back to me. "Stay here. Maybe she'll come out soon,"
I sighed again and leaned up against the door. Mitchie had locked herself in the bathroom and she's not ever coming out. Oh, and she also has her prom dress on, too. Laying on the floor. In the bathroom. My bathroom. I slid down the door and stayed there with my knees tucked to my chest. "I know you're upset, Mitchie… I am, too. But you have to come out of the bathroom eventually,"
Silence.
"Please Mitchie?" Now I was begging.
Jason came up to me. "Is she still in there?"
I nodded.
He went over to the door. "Mitchie? Do you want to talk about it?"
Silence.
Nate came over to me and sat down next to me. "So I'm guessing she's still locked in the bathroom?"
I nodded. "Yup,"
"I'm gonna go get some food," Jason said. "Anyone hungry?"
I raised my hand and so did Nate.
"Ok, I'll get take-out at a restaurant or something; I'm sick of camp food," he said and set off.
Nate sighed and stood up. He knocked on the door. "Come on, Mitchie. You've been in there all day!"
"We need to do something," Uncle Brown said.
Then, Uncle Brown and Nate turned to me.
"What? Why are you looking at me?" I asked.
"Because this is familiar territory for you," Nate said.
I scoffed. "Her brother died… how is this familiar to me?"
"Yeah, but you're all dark and twisty inside," Nate countered.
I was appalled. "Dark and twisty?!"
Uncle Brown nodded. "You are dark and twisty inside and now Mitchie is dark and twisty inside."
"So all of the sudden I'm the president of people with crappy lives?!" I asked.
Nate nodded. "So we have to do something… one of us has to go in there,"
They both turned to me again. I sighed.
Flashback"Come on guys," I begged. "I learned my lesson. I showered in cold water, I have looked at a tree… it's been three hours, and I need hair products!"
"I guess it's time to embrace the natural look," Nate said.
"Well have fun," Jason laughed.
I scoffed. "Guys!" I looked at my phone and saw that they had hung up. I rolled my eyes and walked a little bit more, putting my cell phone back in my pocket.
Much to my horror, a bunch of girls started to scream. "Ahh! There he is!" one of them yelled.
I looked back and saw a mob of girls chasing after me. I panicked and then ran. I turned the corner of one of the cabins, and then tripped over a branch. I fell to the ground and scraped my knee on a rock. "Mother fucker!" I screamed and grabbed my knee. I cried out in pain. Everything was hurting, especially my wrist. I looked at it and saw that it was swelling up. Great. I tried to stay as quiet as I could while the mob rushed past me.
"Where'd he go?" one of the girls asked, looking around.
I started breathing heavily, and then heard someone… singing.
"Do you know what it's like, to feel so in the dark? To dream about a life where you're the shining star? Even though it seems, like it's too far away, I have to believe in myself, it's the only way," the voice sang. It sounded awful.
I pushed myself up from the dirt, wiping off my pants. I went into the cabin it was coming from and saw a girl sitting at the piano. She had long dark-brown hair with side-swept bangs. She had a red top on with blue jeans. The girl was wearing some disgusting brown boots. "What the hell is with all this racket?!" I screamed at the girl.
She looked up at me and looked like she was about to cry. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She ran away. I raced after her. "Who are you?" I asked her.
The girl looked up at me. "Um… I'm… uh…"
I rolled my eyes. "Come on. What's your name?"
"Mitchie… my name's Mitchie," she held out a hand for me to shake it, but I just stared at it.
"What kind of a name is Mitchie?" I sneered.
Mitchie gave me a hurt look. "Umm… thanks? I gotta go," she turned to walk away, but I stopped her.
"Mitch, wait," I put one of my hands on her shoulder.
She turned around. "What?"
I gave her a hard glare. "Mitch… You suck. Offense intended."
Back to present time
Damn it. Why was I so mean to her? I opened the door and saw Mitchie laying on the floor, her pink prom dress spread around her. I got down on the floor next to her. "Mitchie… maybe we should get out of the bathroom… you know, change into comfier clothes?"
"Stop it," she said.
"Mitchie…" I trailed off.
"Stop it. I mean it," her tone was harsh. "Stop. Talking. There is nothing to talk about. Do you understand me? There is nothing to discuss."
I lay there with her for a moment. "I'm so sorry," I whispered.
She nodded. "Yeah… yeah, me too,"
I sighed and got up from the ground, leaving Mitchie in the bathroom alone again. I went back over to Uncle Brown and Nate. "Come on," I said.
"Where are we going?" Nate asked.
I turned around. "To the kitchen. We're making food. It's what you do when someone dies," I walked out of my cabin and into the kitchen. I got bread and other sandwich ingredients and started making a crap load of sandwiches.
Nate looked at me like I was crazy. "Shouldn't we just order out? I mean Jason went to go get take-out… and why sandwiches?"
I stopped spreading mayo and looked up at him. "Because sandwiches are comfort food."
I continued making my sandwiches.
Nate gave me a weird look. "What's wrong with you?"
I shrugged defensively. "Me? I'm fine! It's Mitchie we're worried about!"
Nate sighed. "What did you do?"
I shrugged again. "Denny died… let's have some perspective and remember that what I did was a tiny, small, little…"
Nate rolled his eyes. "Spit it out,"
I sighed and looked up at the sky. "I made out with Mitchie in a closet and then Tess came in. Oh, and Mitchie's panties are in my pocket,"
Nate's jaw dropped. He was speechless.
Flashback
I heard someone rummage through some pots and pans. "Hello?" I asked again. "I can hear you," I rolled my eyes. I looked around a bit, not seeing anyone. My eyes widened when I caught a glimpse of some girl, her face covered in flour, coming out from behind a cart.
"Hi," she smiled and stood up.
I approached the girl. "Do you work here?"
"Uh," she stuttered. "Uh, y-yes."
My jaw dropped. "Wow," I said. "You really get into your work…" She gave me a weird look. "I'm Shane," I said, grabbing a cupcake with blue frosting, "but I'm sure even the kitchen help knows that.
"Of course!" the girl said. "It's nice to meet you!"
I took some frosting off of the blue cupcake and licked my fingers. "Actually it's not so nice," I said. "See my manager said that he sent over my food allergy list, but since I couldn't even go near my breakfast this morning… Can I just talk to whoever's in charge?"
The girl scoffed. "Excuse me?"
I shrugged. "What?" I snapped.
"Well you're kind of being an ass."
"And you are?"
"A person!" she exclaimed. "And there's a way to talk to a person, and that's not it!"
I stared at the girl for a moment. "I'll have my manager send it over now,"
She nodded. "Fine," I turned to leave, but she coughed, signaling me to turn back around. What does this girl want from me?
I rolled my eyes. "Thank you?" I asked, not sure as to what to do.
The girl smiled and nodded. "Much better."
Back to present time
I sighed. "Everyone thinks I'm the one that knows what to say to her… I don't know what to say to her," I walked around to the other side of the table. "Dark and twisty Shane… I'm not dark and twisty! And if I am dark and twisty, it's because I live my life under a banner of avoidance. I avoid! I'm an avoider!" I sighed again. "I'm gonna go check on Mitchie,"
I left the kitchen and went back into my cabin. I opened up the bathroom door and saw Uncle Brown laying on the floor next to Mitchie. "How are we doing?" I asked.
Uncle Brown sighed. "We're not ever gonna take off the dress if that's what you mean,"
"Nate is in the kitchen… making sandwiches," I said.
My uncle shrugged. "So? What am I supposed to do?"
"Don't ask – just go," I ordered.
He got up from the floor and left the bathroom. I laid down next to Mitchie. "I don't know what to say to you…"
Mitchie nodded. "I don't know what to say either,"
I laid there with her for a couple of minutes. We just kept looking at each other.
Mitchie closed her eyes. "I feel like I'm moving in slow motion… and everything around me is moving so fast… and I'm just stuck under this enormous pressure because everyone is waiting for me to do something or go somewhere. But I don't… I don't know how to do this. And I have to be this person I don't… I don't know who this person is,"
"Mitchie…"
"How did this happen to me?" she whispered. "How did we end up here? Why am I laying on the bathroom floor in a prom dress? Where's Denny?"
I grabbed her hand. "You're not alone, Mitch,"
Flashback
"Wait!" she called out. I turned around a saw a girl wearing dark blue sweat pants and a red tank top. She had really blonde hair.
I stalked over to her. "And you are?"
She folded her arms. "Tess Tyler,"
"As in TJ Tyler's daughter?" I asked, curiously.
Tess nodded. "Yup."
TJ Tyler is a legend. "Tell her I said she's awesome… but you need a little work. Maybe you should go on tour with her and learn a little something," I narrowed my eyes.
She scoffed. "Excuse me?"
"Oh yes, I do believe I just dissed you in front of your peers," I told her, my arms folded across my chest.
Tess came up to me and we had a staring contest. Then, she pushed me. I laughed. "You call that a push? You push like my grandma!" I pushed her, and she tumbled backwards, gasping.
"I can not believe you just pushed me!" she exclaimed.
I raised an eyebrow. "It was pretty amazing, wasn't it? I could do it again if you would like me to,"
She shook her head and then started crying. I rolled my eyes. "Cry baby!" I called out after her, as she ran out the door.
I rolled my eyes and then felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around only to see Mitchie. "Yes?" I asked.
"You pushed that bitch?" she asked.
I nodded. "You saw me, didn't you? Or are you blind?"
She held out her hand for a high five. "Way to go!"
I high fived her.
Back to present timeI stood up and went back into the kitchen. Uncle Brown and Nate were making sandwiches. Uncle Brown looked up at me. "Uh, I'm gonna leave the room for an extended period of time for no reason what so ever," he said and left the kitchen.
I went over to Nate.
He smirked. "So you cheated on Tess with Mitchie – who just so happened to be my prom date. Wow,"
I sighed. Yeah, so that wasn't the best move of my life.
"And I know you're scary and damaged-"
I cut him off. "Dark and twisty,"
"Whatever. It makes you feel like you don't deserve nice things… but you do, Shane. And Mitchie is perfect for you. So I want you to be there for her. Love her. Make her feel special. Because you guys… you were meant to be,"
I sighed and looked down at the ground.
"Now I'll be here making the Goddamn sandwiches and you go be there for Mitchie, ok?"
I nodded and left the kitchen. I went back into the bathroom and laid down next to Mitchie. "So what does this mean?" I asked.
Mitchie just stared at me.
"I just… I just want you to take your time. You know? Take all the time you need. Because you have a choice to make… You and I have a choice to make. But I need you to choose… because I always choose wrong."
Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us want… is more time. Time to stand up… Time to grow up… Time to let go… Time. All we need is more time.