Camp Revenge 2

Camp Revenge Season 2

Chapter 3: "Commitment"

To make it… to really make it, in a relationship, it takes major commitment. We have to be willing to go up to the person and ask them out… even if it may do more damage than good. It's all about being committed. Because if we're not, we have no business talking to that person in the first place.

It's been three days. Mitchie has been laying on the bathroom floor for three days. It's been three days since Denny died. Two days since I asked her if she loved me. One day of silence.

I'm sitting outside the bathroom door. Jason and Nate are with me. We're sitting here eating pizza.

"Do you want some?" I asked Mitchie.

No reply.

"You'll have to eat eventually. You must be starving," I said, taking another bite of my pizza.

Silence.

"Fine. Be that way," I said. "Ill just eat this super-yummy, fattening, greasy pizza all by myself,"

"With a little help from Nate and Jason," Nate added, grabbing another slice.

I nodded. "What he said,"

Still nothing.

I sighed. "Seriously, Mitchie. Last time I checked, one could only go seven days without food,"

Nothing.

Jason grabbed another slice. "I'm perfectly ok with sitting here eating all this pizza,"

I punched him.

"Ow…" he complained, rubbing his arm.

"You don't want sandwiches, you don't want pizza… what do you want?" I asked.

After a moment, Mitchie said, "Denny,"

Jason shook his head. "I already went to Denny's. She didn't want anything from there,"

I rolled my eyes. "She means her brother you fuck-tard,"

"Oh…" he said and grabbed another slice of pizza.

I looked down at the pizza box. It was empty. "We need more pizza," I said, standing up. I looked at Jason's plate. He has at least four slices. "Goddamn, Jason! How much pizza are go gonna eat?"

He shrugged. "Maybe two whole pizzas,"

"Damn. I'll go order some more," I said and called Pizza Hut.

I sat back down next to Jason and Nate. "So what if I make you laugh?" I asked.

"Huh?" Mitchie asked.

"If I make you laugh, will you finally get out of the bathroom and eat something?"

Silence.

I turned to Jason and Nate. They both shrugged.

"I'll make you laugh," I said. "You know, cheer you up a bit,"

More silence.

I began to fake cry. "LEAVE BRITTANY ALONE!" I sobbed. "PLEASE! SHE'S JUST A HUMAN! LEAVE HER ALONE! PLEASE!" I started fake sobbing.

I heard some muffled laughter from Mitchie. I stopped fake-crying. "Pretty good, eh?"

She burst out into laughter. "No, it's not that,"

"Then what is it?" I asked.

"You sounded like Michael Jackson," she giggled.

"I did not!" I defended.

"Did to!" she laughed. "You sound like a creepy child molester."

I just laughed. "Whatever… so are you ready to come out of the bathroom now?"

Silence.

Great. I sighed. "Mitchie… do you want food? Aren't you hungry?"

Silence.

"What about that prom dress? It must be really uncomfortable,"

Silence.

"Please, Mitchie. I'm begging you – come out of the bathroom,"

Silence.

"I bet it's not fun being all alone and dark and twisty in there. It's way more fun out here with your friends,"

Flashback

"Cool. Let's go," Nate said. He led the way as Mitchie, Jason, and I followed.

We walked past Tess. "Where are you going?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Places."

"Good luck with that," she sneered.

We went through the forest and I saw a couple of birds. Jason pointed to every single one of them. "BIRD!" he would shout and they would fly away. Then every time it would fly away, he would ask, "Why do they keep running away from me?!" And every time I would tell him he's an idiot and he would ask why… Hmmm…

Our little journey through the woods was cut short when we came across a cave. It was dark and scary and dripping. Mitchie looked inside. "I don't think anything's in there; let's go!"

I shook my head. "My mommy always taught me to stay away from dark caves,"

She scoffed. "Don't be such a baby! If you want you can hold my hand,"

"Uhh… no. Just stay away from the cave, ok?" I told her.

Mitchie went closer to the cave. "I'm gonna go in,"

"No! Stop! You'll get rabies!" I yelled.

She laughed. "Why are you so worried about rabies?"

"Because we're in the wilderness!" I defended.

Nate stepped up. "Yeah. Don't go in there, Mitchie. It could be potentially deadly!"

"Sure it could," she rolled her eyes. "I'm going in. Follow me if you dare,"

Back to present time

"What happened to the fun-loving Mitchie? Now you're all dark and twisty… Oh God! You're me! Don't turn into me!" I begged. "Because then in a weird implied way, I'd be dating myself,"

Silence.

I sighed. "Mitchie, I don't want you to be dark and twisty. Don't do this to yourself," I said.

Silence.

"Please?" I asked.

Silence.

"Denny wouldn't want you to do this to yourself. He wouldn't have wanted you to lay on the bathroom floor in your prom dress for three days," I said.

She still didn't speak.

"Don't make me break down the door," I threatened.

After a moment she said, "If you broke the door, I'd go find another bathroom to lock myself in,"

I sighed. "Don't make me sing,"

"Sing what?"

"Hannah Montana,"

"NOO!"

"I'm gonna sing if you don't unlock the door!"

Silence.

"Ok, you asked for it," I smirked. "LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT! SO LET'S MAKE IT ROCK! LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT! SO COME ON, COME ON, EVERY BODY NOW!" I sang as loud as I could.

Mitchie started screaming. "Nooo! Please stop! I beg of you!"

"Fine then. Let me in and I'll stop singing," I said.

Silence.

I hesitated for a moment. "So have you had enough time?"

"For what?" she mumbled.

"Do you love me?"

Silence. And then, "Yes,"

Flashback

Mitchie knocked on the door. "Shane?"

"Come in," I called out.

She opened the door and ran inside. "Oh my God, I'm so glad you're ok!" She ran over to me and then did the weirdest thing ever…

She kissed me. On the lips. Like she freaking made out with me.

When she pulled away I was speechless. Why the hell did she kiss me? My jaw dropped and her face turned bright red. Mitchie hesitated a bit and then ran out of my cabin.

Jason and Nate looked at me. Nate started laughing. "Wow, Shane,"

I was still speechless. I stood up and ran after her. "Mitchie!" I called out. I ran out of my cabin and caught up with her.

She turned around. "Shane, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, honestly. I don't know what happened, I really don't,"

I shook my head. "No, no. It's ok. Really. It was… kind of nice," I gasped at what I just said. "Fuck! I'm in love with you!"

"Fuck! Me too!" she exclaimed. Mitchie pulled at her hair. "Damn it, what are we gonna do?"

"I don't know!" I cried. I exhaled, calming myself. "Ok. This is bad – very bad. Umm, maybe we should… date? Could that work?"

She nodded. "Yeah. We could do that," She kissed me again.

"Yeah. That's what couples do," I said and kissed her. "See, we can do this. This is good."

Back to present time

"Really?" I asked.

"Of course," she said.

Commitment.

There are times when even the best of us have trouble with commitment. And we may be surprised by the commitments we are willing to let slip out of our grasp. Commitments are complicated. We may even surprise ourselves by the commitments we're willing to make. True commitment takes effort… and sacrifice. Which is why, sometimes, we have to learn the hard way to chose our commitments very carefully.