A Summer To Remember Chapter 7, a camp rock fanfic

Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own anything, so please don't sue!

I was at the elementary school playground again, and I was bored out of my mind. Dylan was sprawled on the grass a few feet away, staring up at the clouds.

"I'm so bored," he announced for the millionth time that day.

"Me too," I said. Normally, I would yell at him for repeating the same thing over and over again, but today I couldn't blame him. Shane was off doing God knows what, and my mom wanted me and Dylan to spend some quality brother-sister time. She'd taken our keys and locked us out of the house, refusing to let us back in until we spent some time together. The weird thing was, we haven't gotten in one argument today. Instead, he helped me write a song. You know, for a thirteen-year-old booger of a brother, he's not that bad.

"Play the song again," he said. "I like it." I rolled my eyes, but picked up my guitar anyway.

"I woke up on my roof with my brother
There's a whale in the pool with my mother
And my dad paints the house different colors
Where would we be, if we couldn't dream?

And I know
We get a little crazy
And I know
We get a little loud
And I know
We're never gonna fake it
We are wild
We are free
We are more than you think
So call us freaks
But that's just the way we roll

You got moves, I've got shoes, let's go dancing
Pop and lock, battle dance against Hanson
If we lose, all the girls, they'll be laughing
Where would we be, if we couldn't dream?

And we're old enough to know
We're never letting go
'Cause that's just the way we roll

And I know
We get a little crazy
And I know
We get a little loud
And I know
We're never gonna fake it
We are wild
We are free
We know more than you think
So call us freaks
'Cause that's just the way we roll
That's just the way we roll
Oh That's just the way we roll." (You have no idea how well this song describes me and my family. And I only changed 1 word in this.)

We were quiet for a little while after I finished. Finally, Dylan broke the silence.

"Hey Mitchie?"

"Yeah?"

"If I asked you something, will you promise not to laugh?" I stared at my brother.

"Depends on what it is." He sat up to look at me.

"If you're gonna laugh, then I'll just ask someone else." I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't playing around.

"Okay, okay. I won't laugh. What do you want?"

"Well, there's this girl, Lilly, and I like her-"

"And you don't know how to ask her out," I finished. Dylan is incredibly predictable.

"Yeah. And seeing as I'm not a girl, i don't know what they like."

"Well, most girls likeit when you're sincere," I said. "So when you say something to her, mean it. And every girl, mark my words, wants a boy to be sweet to them, and treat them right." Dylan nodded.

"So should I just come right out with it?" I thought about it for a moment.

"I think you should hint at it first for a few days or something," I said.

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"You think Mom'll let us back in the house?"

"Maybe. There's only one way to find out." I placed my gyuitar back in it's case, and we took off towards our house. The doors and windows were still locked, and our mom still refused to open the door.

"C'mon Mom!" I complained. "We spent an entire day together without a single fight!"

"Yeah!" Dylan backed me up. "Seriously, this is stupid!" There was still no answer. I huffed and sat down on the porch.

"This is so unfair," Dylan pouted as he sat next to me.

"I know." I kicked off my shoes and padded out to the tire swing in the front yard. I climbed up onto it so I was standing on top of the tire and pushed myself forward with the tree. When I really started going, I closed my eyes and pretended I was flying again. I was barely aware of Dylan watching me; I didn't care if he saw it. I felt the cool breeze on my face. There was only a month left of summer. Amazing how time flies, huh?

Something cold and went hit my skin, catching me by surprise, and I lost my grip on the rope and fell. Dylan began to laugh, and I realized the sprinkler had come on. Dylan joined me in the water, and we ran round and round, getting soaked to the bone. I squealed in delight, and I saw my mom coming around the side of the house. She'd definitely set that up. I picked up the sprinkler and aimed it at Dyaln, but he dodged away. We turned into water nymphs, laughing and dancing in the cold water. Mom even joined in by taking the sprinkler from me and chasing both of us. Seconds later, I heard the unmistakeable sound of a screen door slamming.

"What the hell are you doing?" Shane called. I must've been high on water and air, because I foud myself takig the hose from my mom and saying, "You come over here and you're gonna get wet." Then I hosed him. He stood there for a second, shocked and completely soaked.

"Now you're gonna get it," he said mischieviously. He charged straight for me, and I screamed and ran the other way. Whe he caught up, he yaked the sprinkler from my hands and turned the spray on me. I yanked it back, but he still wouldn't let go. We went to our knees, fighting for it, laughing and screaming. Dylan began chanting "Fight!" and we collapsed in the grass, shaking with laughter.

Me and my sister did that a lot last year, minus the songwriting and shane and my mom and dad. so thats where this all came from.

omg, im in the theatre program at my school, and yesterday I got to go up on an a-frame. for those of you who don't know, an a-frame is like that type of ladder that looks like an upside-down V, but it also had an extention ladder. and ours is wooden, so that didt make me feel any safer.

so anyways i had to go up and tie a cable to the top of one of the headaches (thats not their real name, we just call them that), and I was soooooooooooooooooo scared cause i was like 40 feet off the ground on a wooden ladder! and when i came dow, the first thing i did was throw myself on the ground and scream "LAND!!!!!!" I was soo terrified! but it was actually pretty fun.