49Hello! Okay, so this is my first attempt of a Camp Rock story, so... please be nice...
Anyways, the summery is:
Hot headed popstar Shane Gray is in love with Mitchie Torres, but doesn't know how to tell her. He gets a little help from his best friend Nate. But somehow, all of their plans lead Shane into insulting Mitchie in one way or the other. Will love blossom between the two teens?
This story might be a little OOC, so bear with me here... Oh and just to let you know, it's practically my own take of Camp Rock, so Mitchie and Shane don't know each other... OH! AND NATE'S MITCHIE'S COUSIN! I don't know if what I just said right now even made any sense, but oh well. Enjoy!
Step One: Make Good First Impressions
Famous popstar Shane Gray sighed for the thirty-second time in five minutes. His best friends were debating on whether to tell him there was a puddle of his drool on the table.
Shane was staring at none other than our very own Michelle Torres- also known as Mitchie. She had straight dark brown hair the flowed halfway down her back. Her eyes were an alluring chocolate brown color. Her tiny heart-shaped face was twisted up in confusion. Why? Well, you probably would if a guy (or girl... if you're a guy that's reading this story...) you don't even know was boring holes through your back.
God, how Shane loved her hair. So silky and shiny. Shane sighed once again, making it the thirty-third time in five minutes and eleven seconds.
He really did look a complete idiot. But hey, love makes you do crazy things... right?
"Dude, I should've totally brought a camera!" exclaimed his super hyper (and super stupid- as Shane likes to say) band mate, Jason.
His other band mate, Nate, nodded in agreement. "Total picture perfect moment."
Finally, after five minutes and thirty two seconds, Shane snapped out of his 'unbreakable' trance. Jason was the first to notice. "Hey Nate! The aliens finally gave him back his brain!"
"Wow Jason, that was pretty lame," Nate sighed. Jason childishly stuck his tongue out at his curly-afro-haired friend.
Nate turned his attention to his lovestruck friend. "How was your five minutes of staring at Mitchie?" asked Nate.
"Mitchie?" Shane asked stupidly.
"The girl you keep staring at."
"That's her name?"
"Yeah! She's my cousin."
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Transferring...
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Transferring...
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Still transferring...
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Transfer complete!
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"HOLD UP!" Shane screamed, standing up from his seat.
Everyone in the cafeteria, that also including Mitchie and her friends, looked at him quizzically. Slowly, popstar sunk back into his seat. "Sorry," he mumbled, his face was red from embarrassment.
"So it takes you that long for things to transfer to your brain," Nate observed.
Shane turned even redder, if that was even possible. "Anyways, this girl, Mitchie, is your cousin?"
Nate nodded. "I believe that's what I just said."
"Woah! Dude, Shane's face reminds me of a tomato!" laughed Jason, poking Shane's cheek.
Shane slapped his hand. "Shut up Jase!"
"Make me!"
Glare.
Glare.
Jason glare.
Shane glare.
Cry.
"Nice going Shane! You made Jason cry! You know how sensitive he is!" Nate said, patting Jason's back.
"Nate. Have you had any experience in love?" questioned Shane, turning his head towards his friend.
"Sorta... I mean, I've read romance novels before," Nate pointed out.
Jason snorted, then bursted out into laughter. Dang! He can bounce back fast!
The curly haired teen smacked him on the head. "Why do you ask?"
Shane smirked and looked over at Mitchie, who was laughing with her friends. "I was wondering if you could help me out with something..."
Nate shrugged. "As long as I don't dress up in a chicken suit, okay!"
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"Okay... the first step in love is making good impressions," Nate said.
The seventeen-year-old boy blinked his eyes a couple of times. "Huh?"
"First impressions?"
"What? Do I just stand in front of her and look pretty?"
"Oh god, you're hopeless," Nate sighed, rubbing his temples. Jason's ears perked up. "Oh! I hear Mitchie, Caitlyn, and Lola coming this way! Now's your chance Sha- ooh! Light! Bright!" Jason squeaked, wandering off to who knows where. "I swear that boy is not human," Nate shook his head, "But he's right! Now's your chance!"
Nate pushed Shane from the bushes they were hiding behind, resulting into Shane landing face first on the ground in front of the three girls. Shane pushed himself up. He groaned, and placed his hand to his face. "Are you okay?"
The soft voice broke Shane out of his reverie. It was Mitchie. She was kneeling in front of him, a concerned look on her face. "Uh... um... gah... ahem. Why do you care you old hag?" Shane scoffed.
Nate slapped his forehead.
Mitchie stood up and looked at him weirdly. "Gee, sorry for being concerned," she said before walking away with Caitlyn and Lola.
The unlucky popstar groaned.
Nate popped up by his side.
"Well, besides the fact she probably hates your guts right now, I think that went pretty swell," Nate smiled. "Shut up," Shane glared.
To be continued...
Okay! So that was the end of the first chapter! I hope you liked it!
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