Author's Note: Filler, while sucky, is totally necessary. Not to mention I've been leaving subtle hints about Dana's Mom throughout the story, so I figured now was the perfect time to bring her in and since she's here, I figured why not bring in the Grey brothers' parents too.
I mean the whole world knows about Camp Wars, right? So how could Dana's Mom and Brown's family ie his nephews parents, not know about it? And not want to be there? Hello!
ANYWAY...Dana's Mom, Carmen Rivera-Turner is played by Jessica Leccia who currently stars on the ABC soap opera One Life To Live as Inez Salinger. The Grey Brothers' parents Ryan and Savannah are played by John Ducey and Rebecca Creskoff who play the Lucas' brothers parents Tom and Sandy on JONAS/JONAS L.A.
BTW in the credits and on the wikipedia page, Frankie's character is listed as Trevor Grey, so I'm going with that as the rest of the story continues. While he won't be in the story much, he'll be necessary for the sequel I'm in the baby and let me stress baby stages I'm planning.
Nate's POV
Waking up on the morning of Camp Wars, was almost as strange as it had been waking up the morning after the bonfire at Camp Star on the first night of camp. There was an urgency to everyone's movements and moods, a kind of frenziedness that reminded me of the last rehearsal before a tour. But I never expected I would ever get that feeling at Camp Rock. Not in a million years.
Raking my fingers through my hair, I began to work through the uncharacteristic feeling of nerves by pacing on the deck outside the cabin. I hummed the song to myself and counted on the beat while mimicking the motions I would make with my drumsticks. I was so absorbed in my head and going through the various recoveries I would have to make (just in case) that Brown's voice calling my name didn't register with me until around the third time.
Jogging off the cabin's deck, I met him at the foot of the stairs. "What's up?" I asked, thinking he would be conducting one last rehearsal before we made our way across the lake.
"Go get Jason and Trevor. There's a surprise waiting for all of you and Shane in my office."
Brown's eyes were twinkling brighter than usual and his smile seemed to be turned up a notch also. Slowly, I arched an eyebrow and he responded by shoving me lightly in my shoulder. "Don't look so suspicious, Nathaniel." His voice was over shadowed by chuckling due to the scowl I knew graced my features at the mention of my full name. "Just go get your brothers."
"What about Shane?"
"Don't worry about him. I'll wrangle him away from Mitchie."
"Good luck with that." I muttered absently as I walked in the direction of the craft cabin where the Junior Rockers were.
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Slowly and I'll admit somewhat cautiously, I approached the door. And trust me, if you were me, you would have done the same thing.
Those kids could get rowdy. And knowing my youngest brother, he was the ring leader of the rowdiness. But when I opened the door, I was stunned to be greeted by silence. Well, not complete silence; there was excited chatter, music pouring from the radio's speakers, the sound of hammering and the barely audible swoosh of paint brushes as they made birdhouses.
It was like I had entered the Twilight Zone.
Shaking it off, I looked around the room for my oldest brother's head of curly hair and found him leaning up against the far wall talking to one of Mitchie's friends, Peggy, the girl who had won Final Jam the year before. The corners of my lips curved upward as I saw my chance to get him back for mocking me about Dana at the bonfire. With my hands in my pockets, I leisurely approached the oblivious duo.
Her hand lingered on his forearm as she giggled about something he whispered in her ear and that's when I made my presence known, by clearing my throat. Her hazel eyes were wide as she turned away and her cheeks flushed brightly as she gave me a friendly smile tinted with obvious embarrassment.
"Hey, Nate." She murmured softly.
My eyes darted from her hazel to Jason's brown and with the same smirk he had on his lips that night, I asked too innocently, "I'm not interrupting anything am I?"
His eyes narrowed and through gritted teeth, he remarked low so only I heard him, "If I said yes, would you go away?"
Chuckling, I patted him on the shoulder and said without much sympathy, "I wish I could, Jase, but Brown sent me to get you and Trevor. Apparently there's a surprise for us and Shane in his office."
Given his happy go lucky nature, he couldn't help but perk up at the word "surprise." With his usual enthusiasm, he chattered excitedly as he bounced on the balls of his feet, "Surprise? What kind of surprise? Did he give you a hint?"
"No, he didn't give me a hint. He just told me to come get you and Trev. Right now he's trying to wrestle Shane away from Mitchie."
"Well, what are we waiting for? There's a surprise with our names on it! Come on, man!"
I laughed as he raced toward the door only to skid to a complete stop and turn around before racing back to the far wall where Peggy was still standing. I couldn't hear what he was saying since he was purposefully whispering in her ear, but whatever it was, it gave her a reason to smile brightly. Without the need to stand on her toes (they were close enough in height that they saw eye to eye), she leaned in just a little and pressed her lips to his cheek before whispering something of her own into his ear, which made his cheeks and neck flush just as brightly as her skin from earlier.
As he squeezed her hand and gave her cheek a peck of his own, I could hear the exaggerated groan of, "Ew!," from the spot next tome and I looked down to see my youngest brother, Trevor standing there.
Amused, by the complete disgust on his face, I gave him a light elbow into the stomach and told him, "Just wait, little man. Pretty soon you won't think girls are gross and you'll want to hold their hands and kiss their cheeks."
In a deadly serious tone and with a sharp shake of his head for emphasis, he told me, "That will never happen. Girls will always be gross. Always."
"You say that now, but just wait..." I let my words trail off and just a beat later Jason had said goodbye to Peggy and the three of us were making our way over to Brown's cabin.
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Halfway there, we met up with our uncle and Shane who was obviously upset about having his time with Mitchie before Camp Wars cut short. Rolling my eyes at the scowl he wore, I couldn't help but think, at least your girlfriend's here; mine's all the way across the lake – with a Dad who hates me already – you don't know how easy you have it, dude.
"What?" Shane's voice broke through my thoughts, making me turn in his direction.
"What?" I repeated, my brows furrowing.
"What do you mean what?" He asked. "You're the one who was all you don't know how easy you have it, dude. What does that mean?"
I blinked repeatedly, not believing I had actually said that out loud. I sighed heavily and rubbed the back of my neck for a moment before saying in a somewhat frustrated tone, "At least Mitchie's here. That's all I meant. I didn't know I even said that out loud till you cornered me about it."
"But what the hell does that even mean? At least Mitchie's here? What are you talking about, man?"
Shane wasn't the type to let things go – ever. Even though, he had calmed down and curbed his attitude since last summer, he was still as intense as he was before and hadn't lost his easy to flare temper.
Knowing there was only one way out of this, I set him straight about Dana. After I told him about seeing her last night and kissing her (I left out the touching; he didn't need to know about that), I was practically holding my breath as I waited for him to say something.
His sentences were spoken slowly as if he were mentally processing them as they left his lips. "So you're basically dating the daughter of our uncle's worst enemy? The enemy who wants to shut down his livelihood? The very place where you, me and Jason had our best childhood memories? Where we played our very first song? And you're dating that girl?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." I muttered sarcastically.
"Now's not the time for your dry humor! Are you dating Axel fucking Turner's daughter or not?"
"Will you be quiet?" I hissed. "The whole world doesn't need to know, Shane! And I'm not dating Dana. You can't date someone if you haven't been on a date with them."
"Semantics." He remarked, rolling his eyes. After a pause, he was about to say something else when Brown poked his head out of his office and yelled, "Hey, you two quit lollygagging about! Get in here!"
"Saved by the uncle. But don't think this conversation is over. After Brown shows us whatever this surprise is, we're going to talk about just what's going on with you."
"Stop being so dramatic. I like a girl who likes me. I'm not planning to rob a bank or in jeopardy of screwing up the band's record deal because of an attitude problem."
I knew my last comment was low, but I couldn't help it. After all, he was acting like I was slipping into a life of crime or I had some horrible drug habit.
Just as he pushed the door open, I held him back for a minute and said lowly, "You know I didn't mean anything by that. You've changed for the better, bro. I know that. It's just – what you said really got to me. I've never felt like this – the way I feel when I'm around Dana, I mean. She's really great and I don't want to lose that because her Dad is Axel Turner, you know?"
He gave me a sympathetic smile as he nodded. "I know what you mean – the whole I've never felt like this thing. I get it. Just like I know you didn't mean what you said. So don't sweat it, okay?"
Just after I shut the door behind the two of us, a familiar sounding squeal shadowed by a choking sob – the one we heard after returning home from every tour – rang in our ears. "My boys! Oh, how I missed you!"
At the same time, we both groaned as our Mom pulled us into one of her suffocating, bone-crushing hugs.
"Mom..." We wheezed together, despite doubting she could hear us over her own repeated kissing of our cheeks and squeezing of our bodies.
"Honey," Our Dad coaxed as he pulled her away, gently. "Let the boys breathe. It's kind of important that they do that, you know."
"I'm aware of how important breathing is, honey." She mused, her eyes narrowing in the same way that Shane's would when his voice would hold the same warning tone. "All I'm doing is being a mother and showing my babies who are growing up way too fast how much I missed them. It's not a crime."
The hug she pulled Shane and I into this time around was a lot looser, which allowed her to use her other arm to grab Jason and Trevor who stomped his foot and insisted in a whiny tone, "I'm not a baby!"
After releasing all of us, she started in on her second oldest about the girl he spent all summer texting, making the rest of us snicker. Leaving him to fend for himself, I walked over to our Dad and being the most observant, I asked, "So you heard about the whole Camp Wars thing, huh?"
"Camp Wars? Sounds juicy. But your mother and I decided..."
"Dad," I interrupted knowingly. "This is me, you're talking to. You haven't been able to get anything past me since the last Christmas I still believed in Santa, and I was six so don't even try. I know you know all about it. Brown can call this a surprise visit all he wants, but I know why you're here. It's not like you and Mom don't like having the house all to yourselves. Isn't that why you finally gave in and said it was okay for Trev to come to camp this year?"
"All right, you got me, Pres." He admitted using the shortened version of my nickname Mr. President. "Once your mother found out, she wasn't just going to stay home and watch all this play out on TV. How could she? She knows how much this place means to Brown and how much it's meant to you and your brothers."
"I'm glad you guys are here." I laughed a little as I finished my sentence and without the least bit of resistance, I let him pull me into his side. "I'm a lot calmer than I was before you got here. That's for sure."
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Dana's Dream
"You know, no matter how much you look at it, it's not going to change the fact that it really is five o'clock in the morning."
Dana nearly jolted out of bed and almost screamed at the same time because of the deep voice coming from the doorway to her cabin. At her silent scream and obvious shock, the figure leaning up against the cabin's door started laughing.
And she would know that laugh anywhere. "Nate?" She asked tentatively as she flipped on her bedside lamp. Her eyes got their visual confirmation and without even stopping to consider Tess was still asleep, she yelled, "What's the matter with you? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
The attractive singer laughed some more as she threw a pillow at him in annoyance. He had the decency to look sheepish while he admitted his motivation. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, Dana. Well, okay, maybe that did cross my mind earlier, but still," He gave her a smile that reached the soft depths of his eyes. "I'm sorry."
The lithe brunette pulled her bright purple comforter tighter over her chest, hoping the actions would calm her racing heart. Taking a deep breath, she let her eyes indulge in drinking in the sight before her. She was, after all, kind of living a fangirl's fantasy. Nate Grey of Connect Three was in her bedroom and he...A small gasp fell from her lips when she noticed the guitar that was hanging from his shoulder.
Her body started to vibrate with the millions of possibilities that danced in her head. Her teeth sunk into her lip and after releasing the flesh, she asked, "So what brings you across the lake so early? Camp Wars isn't for like another six hours."
"What always brings me across the lake – early or otherwise – a pretty girl I know."
What a line, she murmured as a smile spread across her lips. She didn't know she said that loud enough for him to hear, until he asked with a small smirk playing at his heart-shaped lips, "Did it work?"
Swallowing slowly, she nodded as her stomach filled with fluttering butterflies. "Yeah, it worked."
For a long while – or at least what felt like a long while – they just stared at each other; chocolate eyes locked on soft brown. The spell of silence was only broken when she realized Tess was still in the room. Climbing out of bed, she didn't bother putting on the huge blue Cookie Monster slippers that rested at the foot of her bed (that would be beyond embarrassing) and in her bare feet, she crossed the two feet from her bed to the door. Easily, she slipped her hand into his and together they walked out to the deck of the cabin.
They settled onto the porch swing her Dad had installed just for her; it was just another amenity (much like her piano) that he brought from their house so she would feel more at home. She reached for his arm and nudged him closer until it was close enough for her to hug his biceps towards her like a child would hold a teddy bear. She let out an elongated yawn and followed her previous intimate gesture by intertwining her left hand fingers with his right. The position would have been uncomfortable and awkward, but she was just small enough that it was perfect instead.
"Hey," He murmured against her ear, the warmth of his breath making her squirm just a little. "Do you think you could keep those pretty eyes of yours open just long enough for me to play you a song? It's kind of the whole reason I came over here."
"To sing to me?" Her voice was shadowed by drowsiness and her eyes were half-closed when she turned her head to look at him.
He felt more than guilty for waking her up so early, but coming over here and singing was the only thing he could do to get his mind off the competition tonight. Gently, his fingers swept over her cheek and he brushed some errant strands of hair away. "I can't stop thinking about tonight." He admitted, the stress obvious in his tone.
"I can't either." The drowsiness in her voice was gone and in its place was the subdued edge of reality. She bit the inside of her cheek and settled more comfortably against his biceps, making him chuckle. "So my arm makes a nice pillow, huh, Dana?"
Her milky skin flushed bright. "More than nice, actually," She teased, soft giggles escaping her throat. "But um..I should probably move right? I mean you brought your guitar with you and you said you wanted to sing so I'll just..."
Leaning over wasn't exactly easy, but he managed to and in the process, he accomplished what he wanted to; cutting off her rambling with a kiss. The kiss lasted longer than he intended as their tongues got a brief chance to tangle before they broke apart. With one last sweep of his lips across hers, he told her, "Stay where you are. Don't move."
"But your guitar..." She started to protest, but he cut her off. "It's okay. I've sung without it before."
The head to toe shiver, he inspired within her was slowly becoming familiar, but it still caught her off guard as it raced through her body when his lips touched the outer shell of her ear. Her body vibrated against his with every treble of the raspiness of his voice reverberating in her ear and slowly her eyes closed as she got lost in the combined sensations of his voice and hands, as they gently rubbed her arms up and down.
(A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together,
Chasing the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.)
(Ten silver saxes
A bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
And waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.) ("Cinnamon Girl" - Neil Young)
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Dana's POV
"Mmmm..." I mumbled absently, snuggling deeper into the softness of my mattress. The images fluttering behind my eyelids were too good to let the annoying beeping of my alarm clock interrupt them. I knew it wasn't possible (I was dreaming after all), but it was so real that I believed I could feel the familiar strength Nate's arms held and smell his perfect clean, soapy smell.
Rolling over, I buried my face into the fluffiness of my pillow, wishing instead that I was rewarded with the warmth of the skin of his neck like I was in my dream. I let out a long sigh and tightly grabbed onto the pillow that was lying next to me as if I were holding him like I wanted to be.
He was still singing to me – the song wasn't one I recognized, but the lyrics talked about a drummer waiting between shows for his cinnamon girl – and that was definitely appealing to me. The idea of him waiting for me between shows – even in as I drifted between sleep and wakefulness – was more than I could take. I let out another sigh and that's when a different voice entered my ear.
This one was more soothing, less raspy and it was speaking Spanish. "Bueno, veo que hay cosas que no cambian. Siempre estaras durmiendo a traves de su alarma, no te nina?"
While my alarm couldn't succeed in getting me to leave my dream world behind, that voice suddenly brought me into the fully alert state of wakefulness. I scrambled to sit up so fast, I nearly fell out of bed and I could hear the soft, melodic laughter that I would know anywhere dancing toward my ears. Rubbing my eyes, the widest smile came to my face as I saw my Mom sitting at the edge of my bed, one of her legs crossed over the other and her hands primly resting in her lap.
"Mama!"
I knew it was super lame to be this excited about seeing my Mom, but I couldn't help it. This was the first time I had been away from her for an extended period of time and I missed her...A lot. I practically launched myself at her, after I succeeded in untangling myself from my sheets and comforter. Breathing in her familiar smell, the thought of Camp Wars, for the first time in too long was the furthest thing from my mind.
My Spanish sounded rusty to my ears as I babbled excitedly while still hugging her. "Mama! Te extrane tanto. Yo se que te he escrito caratas durante todo el verano, pero todavia hay tantas cosas que tengo que decir. No puedo creer que realmente estas aqui!"
She laughed again and squeezed me for a moment, before she broke our hug. Her dark eyes danced with warmth and she lovingly cupped my cheek in the softness of her slender palm. "There's still so much you have to tell me?" The smile that curved the pink of her lips was teasing just like her voice. "And just what is this so much, Dana Marisol?"
Briefly, I thought back to my dream and I could feel my face heat up in an instant. Suddenly, my fingers were fascinating as I looked away from her dark eyes. Letting out the breath I didn't even know I was holding, I brought my eyes back up to hers and murmured, "There's this guy..."
A gasp fell from her lips and in rapid Spanish that reminded me of my Aunt Sofia, her younger sister, she squealed, "Un nino? Estas tratando de decir que le gusta un chico? Por que no lo dijiste en cualquiera de us cartas? Dana Marisol Turner me dice todo – y me refiero a todo – ahora mismo!"
She ordered me to tell her everything and my face was practically burning at this point. It wasn't hard for me to think back to several nights ago when we had kissed outside Camp Rock's mess hall and how he had asked to touch me. Swallowing thickly, I was going to say something when I could see – out of the corner of my eye – my Dad's imposing figure standing in the cabin's now open doorway.
Putting on the breaks, I stopped myself from saying anything because I knew talking about Nate with my Mom now was a bad idea. Not to mention, I didn't want to fight with him about this in front of her. Especially when I knew he had brought her to camp for me. Sighing, I climbed off my bed and walked over to him, easily bringing him into a hug.
"Thank you." I whispered.
His large, rough hand easily smoothed over the length of my hair and as he bent forward to kiss my head, I wished he would let more people see him like this. Not as Axel Turner – record company owner, rockstar, gruff and maybe even a little unfeeling – but as my Dad. I knew it was probably never going to happen but a girl could dream, right?
"Axel." The usual calm and stiff air in my Mom's voice had me wincing just a little. It was the air that I had forced to become used to since my parents got divorced to years ago.
His disdain, though, was more apparent in his gruff voice as he gritted out her name. "Carmen."
My eyes darted from one to the other, the thickness in the air making me feel nauseous. Sighing heavily, I ran my fingers through my hair and pleaded, "Don't do this, okay? Don't fight, please! This whole Camp Wars thing is stressful enough as it is!"
"Honey..." They both said at the same time and I shook my head sharply, stopping either of them from continuing. "Stop! All I want is both of you there so I can actually breathe in between now and then. You know how nervous I get! So can you just do that for me, please? I'm not asking for a freaking car! All I'm asking is that you be civil for a couple hours – just a couple. It's not that hard!"
"You don't have to worry about any fighting happening." My Mom assured, stroking my cheek lovingly.
"We'll do the safe thing and keep our distance." My Dad said, choosing his words carefully.
"Whatever." I muttered, not wanting to get caught up in the drama and without another word, I walked out of the cabin.
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Nate's POV
With everyone crammed into the same backstage area I thought there might be a chance I could sneak away amongst all the chaos and try to see Dana, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. Looking in the mirror, I ran a comb through my curls and adjusted the collar of the denim shirt I was wearing. From over my shoulder, I could hear Tess' familiar voice telling Luke good luck and my lips quirked just a little. No one would believe me – not even Peggy, Ella or Caitlyn who all used to me friends with her – but when she wanted, she could lose her ice queen persona.
But in an instant, suddenly it was back. I couldn't hear what Luke had said but obviously he hit a nerve because I could hear her voice turn biting as she remarked, "And by good luck, I mean I hope you fall off the stage."
Backing away from the mirror, I could see all the girls who were in their chairs doing their makeup turn their heads in her direction. A long string of silence developed and I swallowed thickly. Without saying anything, I walked out of the room – ignoring Mitchie's comment about where I was going – and hoped that I could catch up to Tess before she actually made it to Camp Star's side of the backstage area. Once she was there, it was a lost cause for me. No one else but especially Axel wasn't just going to let me walk in there.
I caught sight of her cornflower hair just as she rounded the corner and I called her name, "Tess," which made her stop and turn around.
Her oceanic eyes narrowed and the fire engine red slickness of her pouty lips formed a thin line as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't even think about it, Grey."
Slipping my hands into the pockets of my khaki's, I tried to act nonchalant. "Don't think about what?"
She let out a dramatic sigh and rolled her eyes. "You know what I'm talking about. How many times do I have to tell you? Playing dumb just doesn't work for you, okay? So stop it. We both know you obviously heard what Luke said and what happened afterward with Mitchie and everyone staring at me like I just got kicked in the stomach. I seriously do not need a recap or your concern. Not when I have a performance to get ready for – and um, last time I checked you have one to get ready for too, don't you?"
I wasn't the most successful person as far as lighting the mood went – that was Jason's area of expertise – but I was going to try. The look on her face flashed in my head and I knew I had to do something it was part of my persona as the "sensitive one" I guess, but it was more than that, actually. It had never made sense to me but somewhere along the line – back home – the pretty blonde and I had struck up a friendship, and she really looked like she could use a friend – not that she'd admit it.
"I'm always ready." I dismissed before moving just a little closer. I felt a vague sense of pride as I watched the corners of her pout turn upward. "Just so you know, Tess this isn't about being concerned. I know you'll never admit it – and that's okay – but we're sort of friends. I'm not sure how it happened but it did and you won't admit this either, but you could use a friend right now so..."
"Don't kid yourself, Grey." She interrupted. "Calling us friends is a serious stretch. We're not at some party in a mansion crawling out of our skins of boredom. This – Camp Wars – it's fucking serious. So if you think some stupid remark Luke made because – ugh – I was trying to be nice, got to me – well, then you don't know me as well as you think you do."
I couldn't help but laugh at her familiar dramatics. Giving her one of my rare smiles, I shook my head and told her, "I'd tell you to break a leg or good luck but I think I'll save both for another time. After all, Tess Tyler doesn't need luck does she?"
"Looks like you got one thing right during the course of this unnecessary conversation." Her voice held faux boredom as she adjusted the large flower that was attached to the headband she wore. "Anyway...we better get back to our respective corners. We wouldn't want Daddy dearest catching you slinking around as you hope to catch a glimpse of your Juliet, would we, Romeo?"
My cheeks and neck heated up at her implication and just as she turned around, she stopped mid-step and plucked a white carnation from a nearby vase. Strutting back in my direction, she handed me the flower and when I arched a brow, she responded, "Between you and your little girlfriend, you're both turning me – ugh – soft. But whatever. Carnations are her favorite. Since we're going first maybe you can give it to her after – if you know – you're brave enough, Grey."
She had already disappeared around the corner just as, "Thanks, Tess," fell from my lips in a murmur she probably wouldn't have heard anyway.
Just as I turned around, I could hear Georgina Farlow's voice from Hitz TV talking about the competition and I sprinted in the direction of the stage instead of the backstage area. It was strange not wanting to see the competition's performance for the sake of the competition, but the way I felt about Dana had me doing things I never thought I would.
End Note: Here are the translations from Spanish to English for Dana's conversation with her Mom. If something is wrong, don't blame me, blame Google translator. I took four years of high school French and I'm still taking French in college.
Bueno, veo que hay cosas que no cambian. Siempre estaras durmiendo a traves de su alarma, no te nina?
Well, I see some things never change. You will always be sleeping through your alarm clock won't you, little girl?
Mama! Te extrane tanto. Yo se que te he escrito caratas durante todo el verano, pero todavia hay tantas cosas que tengo que decir. No puedo creer que realmente estas aqui!
Mama! I know I've written letters during the summer, but there are still so many things I have to tell you. I cannot believe you're really here!
Un nino? Estas tratando de decir que le gusta un chico? Por que no lo dijiste en cualquiera de us caratas? Dana Marisol Turner me dice todo – y me refiero a todo – ahora mismo!
A boy? Are you trying to say you like a boy? Why didn't you tell me in your letters? Dana Marisol Turner, tell me everything – and I mean everything – now!
Song used for Dana's dream: "Cinnamon Girl" - Neil Young. Lyrics by Neil Young