Camp Revenge 2

Camp Revenge Season 2

Chapter 5: "Scars And Souvenirs"

People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places… like secret road maps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our old wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere, and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.

"I am sitting by my bathroom, waiting for my girlfriend to come out and eat something, yay!" I sang. "I am sitting by the bathroom, all day long,"

"Shut up," Mitchie said.

"You don't like my singing?" I asked.

"No. I don't like the song,"

"What's there not to like about it? I wrote it,"

Jason came over to me carrying an On the Border take-out bag. I jumped up. "Food!" I exclaimed grabbing the bag from his hand. "You did get strawberry lemonade, right?"

He nodded.

I giggled and then sat down eating my food.

"What'd you get?" Mitchie asked.

"Chicken strips and fries," I said through a mouth full of French fries.

"What the fuck, Shane?!"

"What? If you want some you can come out and get it,"

"No it's not that,"

"Then what is it?"

"Why the hell did you go to a Mexican restaurant and get fried chicken and French fries? If you want deep-fried shit, go to McDonalds!"

"What?" I defended. "Their food is good,"

"They sell Mexican food – last time I checked, French fries were French,"

"Belgian," I corrected.

"Same thing," she muttered.

"No. Not same thing. Two different countries,"

"Whatever. Let's not argue over this, ok?"

"You started it," I said, stuffing another fry in my mouth.

Nate came up to us. "You got On the Border?"

Jason nodded and then handed him a to go box.

"Yay!" he squealed, taking the box and sitting down next to me. He opened the box and then frowned. "Umm Jason? There's nothing in here,"

He nodded. "I know. I ate it all. I was hoping you'd throw it away for me,"

"So you didn't get me anything?!" Nate scoffed.

Jason shook his head. "Nope," Then he pulled out some queso and nachos. He sat down and started eating it.

"Ooh!" I cooed and grabbed a nacho, dipping it in the queso. "Mmm!" I said, loud enough so that Mitchie could hear me. "These nachos sure are good! Oh, God! I'm like having a foodgasm over here, Mitchie! I sure wish you were here to eat some of this deliciously fattening food with us," I took another chip.

Jason followed along. "Mmm! This is so good!"

Nate crossed his arms. "I wish you guys would have gotten me something,"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Loser," I said.

Nate scoffed. He reached over and tried to grab a chip from the chip bag, but I slapped his hand away.

"Back off, bitch," I said. "Our food,"

"Please?" he begged.

"Lemme think… no," I said and grabbed another chip.

"You guys are bullies!" he said and got up.

Flashback

"Wake up, sweetie!" she said. "It's time for the promette rehearsal!"

I looked up at her. "Rehearsal? For what, dare I ask?"

Tess let out a huff of laughter. "Silly, willy! We're doing a choreographed partner dance!"

I groaned and planted my face back into my pillow. "No. I refuse," I mumbled.

She pulled me – literally – out of bed and I landed on the floor with a thud. I groaned. "Fine. I'm up, I'm up!" I got back up to my feet and changed into some different clothes.

We went to the dancing hall and there was an instructor there, teaching us all the moves. I looked over and saw Mitchie and Denny dancing. They were both laughing and Denny spun her around.

I completely forgot about Tess until she slapped my wrist. "Pay attention!" she barked.

Back to present time

I sighed. "Nate, wait,"

He turned around. I held out the bag of chips. "Take a chip," I said.

Nate smiled and sat back down with us. "Why the sudden change of heart?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Just thought you might be hungry,"

Flashback

She laughed. "The kiss,"

"What kiss?" I asked.

Tess rolled her eyes. "Well we're obviously going to be promette king and queen and the king and queen ALWAYS have a kiss and dance together,"

"Is that why we rehearsed dancing? Because everyone's gonna see us dance when we win?"

"Now you're catching on!" she smiled. Then, she led me over to an open part in her cabin. "Now, let me set the scene for you: We're anxiously awaiting our names to be called. Your uncle Brown calls up every nominee's name and they go to the stage. So, we're standing there smiling and looking down at all the losers who weren't nominated and then Brownie says,

"'And the Camp Rock Two-thousand and eight promette king and queen are…'

"And then someone starts playing a drum roll and he opens the envelope and says, 'Shane Gray and Tess Tyler!'

"And Everyone's clapping and cheering, and I start crying and then we go over to your uncle and he put the crowns on us and then I say something like, 'Wow. I can't believe it. Wow. This is such an honor! I'm so glad you guys voted for me and Shane as king and queen! This is the best day of my life! I love you all!'

"And then we share a big kiss in front of everyone and they're all clapping and whistling and then we walk down from the stage, hand in hand, and the loser nominees smile at us and say 'Congratulations,' but you know deep down inside, they hate our guts,"

I nodded. "I see now,"

She walked over to me. "So now we have to practice our kiss,"

I stuttered and then slowly backed away. Right before Tess could kiss me, there were sirens. I turned my head away from her, causing her to smash her lips on the side of my head. "Do you hear that?" I asked.

Tess scoffed. "Who cares? Someone probably just died. It doesn't matter. Let's just rehearse our kiss," she said and leaned into me again.

I walked away from her. "I'm going to see what's up,"

I went out of the cabin. There was a ambulance. I saw Nate and so I walked up to him. "What's going on, eh?" I asked.

Nate was speechless.

Then, I saw Mitchie sitting over on a rock, crying her eyes out. I ran over to her. "Mitchie!"

She looked up at me, her eyes red from crying. She got up and hugged me.

"What's wrong, Mitchie?" I asked.

Mitchie pulled away form our hug and I wiped away some of her tears. "It's Denny, Shane. He's having heart problems again,"

Back to present time

Nate smirked. "That's not why,"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"That's not the reason why you let me eat your chips – you've changed, Shane. Bringing you to Camp Rock has done you a wonder of good,"

I shook my head. "I'm still dark and twisty,"

Nate let out a huff of laughter. "That may be true, but now you care about people,"

"Do not," I said, mixing the queso around with a chip.

"Do to," he said. "You let me have your chips because you care about me. You want me to be happy," He smiled. "You're turning into an actual human being!"

I scoffed.

"Don't deny it, Shane. You're a good person," he said, munching on a chip.

Flashback

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!"

Flashback

"Mitchie," I said.

"It was cardiac arrest," Mitchie started. She paused for a second. "He died alone,"

"Mitchie? We shouldn't be in here," I said. "There are things they have to… they need to move him,"

She nodded. "Take him to the morgue,"

I sighed. "You can't stay here… I know you want to,"

"Can you please… please. Just get out… I wanna be alone," she whispered.

"Mitchie that's not Denny," I said.

She snuggled closer to him. "Shut up,"

I sighed. "Mitch – that's not Denny. The moment his heart stopped beating, he stopped being Denny. And I know you loved him, but he also loved you. And someone who loves you like that doesn't want you to do this to yourself. Because it's not Denny. Not anymore,"

Nate and Jason came into the room. They were silent and they stood there. Mitchie closed her eyes and sighed. She squirmed a bit. "An hour ago he was sitting here, cracking jokes… and now," she gulped. "now he's going to the morgue," she paused for a moment. "Isn't that ridiculous?"

I looked over at Nate and Jason. Their eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Isn't that just depressing?" Mitchie gasped. "So fucking ridiculously depressing," Tears began streaming down her eyes. "It's just so…" She gasped again. "So ridiculous," She started sobbing, her body shaking with each sob. Mitchie pulled closer to Denny and cried some more, burying her head into his shoulder.

Nate, Jason, and I looked at each other, speechless.

I went next to her and picked her up, scooping her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face into my jacket, letting her warm tears soak into it. She sobbed some more, and gasped, crying.

I sat down in a chair and she grabbed onto my jacket, clasping it. She continued crying and buried her face in my shoulder. I gently rocked her back and forth. "Shh… Shh…" I whispered into her ear as she cried.

Back to present time

Holy shit. He's right; I care about people! Damn it! What has this world come to? Am I not dark and twisty anymore… am I actually bright and shiny? Nah, that could never happen! I tried that, remember? It all ended up with me almost dying.

I shook my head and stuffed some fries in my mouth.

"Face it, Shane. You care about other people," Nate smirked and grabbed two of my fries.

I sat there in a silent shock and ate another chip. Dang, these chips are really good. "So does that mean that I'm... nice? I don't think 'Shane' and 'nice' go well together," I said.

Nate shrugged. "So maybe it seems foreign right now, but you'll get the hang of the whole 'nice' thing,"

Nice, eh? As my first act of kindness, I will ask if Mitchie wants some food. "You want a chicken strip, Mitchie?"

Silence.

"Seriously. It's good. Come eat with us,"

"I hate Mexican food," she muttered.

"No you don't,"

"How would you know?"

"Because I saw you eating a taco the other day,"

Silence.

"Please, Mitchie? I know you're sad and depressed about Denny – I am too – but eventually we have to move on. The world won't stop spinning for us. Everyone is going to keep living and breathing and laughing. No matter what you do, you can't change the facts of life – people die. Some people are gonna remember the day that Denny died the best day of their lives – I bet a bunch of people got married that day. So come out here and eat. Because you can't change what happened and all we can do is move on. We always find a way to survive everything,"

Silence. Then, I heard the lock click, telling me that she unlocked the door. I stood up and slowly opened the door. Mitchie was standing there, looking out the window. She turned to me, her pink prom dress slightly spinning as she faced me. She shrugged. "You're right, Shane,"

Mitchie walked closer to me. "And what have I been doing? Laying on the bathroom floor and moping?"

"Mitchie…" I said.

She stared at me for a second and then fell to the ground, crying. Mitchie banged her fist on the ground. "What have I done?" she cried.

Then, she stood up and tried desperately to unzip her prom dress. She started hyperventilating and sobbing at the same time. She fumbled with the zipper and then screamed, "GET THIS DAMN THING OFF OF ME!"

I ran over to her and tried to unzip her dress, but the zipper was stuck. She tugged on the dress, tears streaming down her face. "GET IT OFF!" she screamed.

I raced into my cabin and searched through my desk for some scissors. I went back into the bathroom and saw Mitchie tugging at her dress, crying. I cut the dress off of her and then she hugged me, getting my shirt soaked with her tears.

So what's worse? New wounds which are so horribly painful, or old wounds that should have healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future… that's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things you just have to learn over, and over again.