Tess' P.O.V.
Never have I been one to go to bed at eight and wake up at six, especially not on my mom's tour schedule. I'm more of a go to bed at three am and wake up at noon type of girl.
Lately, I've been going through one of my weirdest sleeping patterns by not falling asleep until midnight and waking up around five. It's Shane keeping me up. I'm worried about him. Most people don't think I'm capable of caring about any person-and I don't blame them, considering I spent my first three years of camp trying to make everyone but me miserable-but I worried about Ella when her parents got a divorce and I worried about my mother when she got her first stalker. I pretend not to care because I want to appear lackadaisical about these types of things. It makes me seem stronger.
Shane, I think, lost his innocence a while back when he first became a pop star. Yet, somehow, whenever I look at him, I see a naïve boy desperately looking for love. That's why I was able to tear him down so easily a couple of summers ago. After watching all this drama happen to him, I wonder if he'll be able to bear it all in the end.
I tip toe across the room in my slippers and step outside for some fresh air. I check around camp thoroughly to make sure no adults are around to bust me then decide to go for a walk when I find that the coast is clear.
The air is cold, but I like it that way. Most people hate how chilly it is here during the summer but I think it adds to the scene of camp. A lot of the leaves have already fallen and the aroma of natural pine is all over. Never once would I trade this place for one of my mom's beach houses in California or Hawaii. That's only what I tell other people. I sit on a log right by the lake, looking all the way to the other end of the glistening water. I can see the flashy Camp Star sign.
Just to the right of that sign are two people sitting awfully close to each other. One with long, dark hair and a big smile… must be Dana. The other wearing skinny jeans and has messy, brunette curls. If I didn't know any better I'd say it was Nate. I pull out the digital camera I have in my pocket and zoom in on the two of them. They're still far away but I can see close enough to make out their faces. Definitely Nate and Dana. I press down on the big silver button and hold it until I catch a snap shot of the two of them flirtatiously chattering. Then another. Then another.
These photographs probably won't get used for anything bearing in mind that if I rat these two out for being elsewhere after hours, I'll get in trouble too. But you never know, maybe Brown and Axel only pretended to work things out and secretly won't allow Camp Rockers to hang around anyone from Camp Star.
Nate is absolutely beaming and Dana's giggling up a storm. I can almost hear her laughter playing over in my mind. I haven't heard it in a long time because she got mad at me when I left her with Luke and the couple of kids who actually stayed at Camp Star rather than transferring to the not-so-sparkly camp opposite to them.
As if the two of them weren't already sitting close enough, I watch them through the screen on my camera leaning into each other. I seize another picture; then see them share a dawdling kiss on the lips. My jaw drops at the sight of their moment. They weren't just sneaking out to the docks to make googly eyes at one another. How long have they secretly been together? Did Nate cheat on Dana… with Shane?