eCZI:Thank you so much for reviews (thats right people as in more than one!) I was so honored to be your first Camp Rock story to review! I really appreciate you taking the time to point that stuff out! It'll help me with my future chapters! I'm glad you liked it. You're right, I did use the word smirk a little too much, but I was writing it at 12:30 this morning (no joke). But I promise I'll keep you ideas in mind.
Shizuku Tsukishima749: You have the coolest pen name eva! Your review left me in tears. Jk but it nearly had me there. I love that you love this! Really reviews like that make my day!
D R O W N-I N-S E Q U I N S- Your reviews make me so happy! I'm glad you thought that part was funny. I, myself, was very proud that I thought of that line.
And all the comments about people 'never pairing Nate and Tess together but they really like', yeah those make me happy as well!
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"Tess, are you alright? You've hardly touched your plate." Andrea, Tess's worrisome aunt, observed. The red-headed beauty set down her own fork and knife, and gave Tess the look. The look meant she knew something was wrong, and she expected Tess to talk about it.

Tess rolled her blue eyes, as she grabbed her plate and placed it in the sink. She looked around Aunt Andrea's apartment, and smiled. This was what felt comfortable. The small, up-town New York flat overlooked the beautiful city, but at the same time, wasn't overly done like her own house, or the other apartments around.

"Sweetie? What is it?" Andrea asked, walking up behind Tess and placing her hands on the girls small shoulders.

Tess awoke with a start, tears forming in her eyes. She hadn't had a dream about Andrea in months.

"Mom still hasn't called. I'm just . . . I just miss talking to her. Ever since she got her first hit, she's been so busy." Tess explained, turning around and burying her face in her aunt's arms.

"I know, baby, I know." She cooed, wrapping her arm protectively around Tess's small body.

"You alright, Tess?" Her mother asked from her spot in the limo. She was currently staring at herself in the compact mirror, applying more lip gloss to her bottom lip, making weird faces.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bad dream." Tess mumbled, quickly wiping away any trace of tears. She stared out the tinted window, the remnants of the dream lingering in her mind. The two had left Camp Rock only three hours earlier, and yet Tess was missing it more than she thought possible.

"We have a 9:00 am meeting with the record company," T.J. started, still concentrating on her lip gloss, vaguely reminding Tess of Ella.

"Don't you mean you have a meeting?" Tess replied irritably. T.J. sent her daughter a glare, finally looking away from her mirror, and snapping it shut with a loud click.

"Than off to my new video shoot. Wardrobe cheek!" She continued, clapping her hands together. Tess rolled her eyes for the fifth time that day. If anyone thought being dragged on tour would be fun, they're dead wrong. Tess thought harshly, a sour look on her face.

"Don't pull that face. It's rather unfaltering." T.J. said, re-examining her reflection.

"Right, because appearances are everything." Tess mimicked her mother's words. Words she'd heard too often.

"Correct." T.J. said slowly as the car came to a stop in front of a ritzy hotel. The two beautiful blonds clamored out of the limo, only to be meet with bright, flashing lights. "Welcome home, sweetie." T.J smiled before stepping forward and having twenty or so bellhops gather around her. Each and everyone was at her command.

"Yeah, home." Tess mumbled, following her mothers path, and placing a smile back on those delicate lips.

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"Get some sleep, lovely. We've got a busy day tomorrow." Her mother's voice cut through the soft music playing in Tess room. There she goes again with the 'we'. Tess kept her eyes on the screen of her iPhone, but raised her brows to let her mother know she heard her.

Just as Tess was about to turn off her phone, it started vibrating dangerously in her hands.

"Hello?" She asked, a little confused as to who would be calling her this late a night.

"Tess! How's it going? Was your little Rock Camp fun?" A light, bubbly voice shouted into the phone. Tess smiled as she recognized her older sister, Lily's, voice. And by the slur in her speech, she assumed Lily wasn't exactly sober.

"Camp Rock." Tess corrected, though she could tell from the sound of it Lily wasn't really listening.

"Yeah, that place. How was it? Didcha win Jam Session or whatever?" Tess frowned thinking about the horrible incident. And it wasn't the fact that she didn't win. She could live with that. It was the fact that she messed up, and that everyone saw her mess up.

"Its Final Jam. And no, I didn't win." Tess replied in her same tone.

"Why? Did you forget the words or something?" Lily began giggling uncontrollably, hicupping every so often.

"Why'd you call?" Tess asked sharply, the ice returning to her voice.

"Just wanted to talk to my lil' sis." Lily replied gleefully. Tess rolled her eyes as she quickly pressed end on her phone. She couldn't stand talking to Lily. Perfect, gorgeous, little Lily who never messed up.

Shutting of the light, Tess snuggled under the covers, hiding from the world.

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"Hey, buddy! How's it going?" Jason exclaimed loudly, clasping Nate on the back, causing the youngest member of the band to snap out of his day-dream.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his thin eyebrows knitting together.

"You've been out of it all day, man." Shane said, taking a seat on the other side of Nate. "Coke?" He asked, offering his best friend a can of soda.

"No thanks." Shane shrugged as he brought the can up to his own lips and took a sip. Nate watched him for a moment before turning his attention back to the movie the band was trying to watch. Though, honestly, the three boys had lost all interest in it way before now.

"You're thinking about a girl aren't cha?" Jason said, his wide eyes blinking back at Nate. Despite Jason being a little . . . spacey, sometimes he could really surprise Nate.

"What? Nate doesn't think about girls." Shane said, turning the volume of the movie down even more. Nate grimaced as he turned to face Shane.

"What do you mean I don't think about girls?"

"Well, you don't. It's all music and lyrics and cords up there." Shane joked, knocking lightly on Nate's skull. Nate frowned and pushed his hand away.

"That's not all I think about." He defended himself.

"So, you were thinking about a girl then?" The smirk on Shane's face reminded Nate of the night after Final Jam. He now understood why Tess got so upset.

"No." Nate lied, but he could feel the color rise on his cheeks as the lie slipped out his mouth. He knew both his friends could see through his lie, but he didn't want them to press the matter. Quickly grabbing the remote as a means of changing the subject, he turned the volume back up. "Now, would you mind. I'm trying to watch this movie."

But the truth was, Nate was thinking about a girl. A girl he couldn't stop thinking about. A girl he'd met at camp.

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Peace.Love.Jonas