53Hey guys! This is going to be like... my fourth Camp Rocks story... I believe...
Full Summary
Shane Gray's mother wants her son to find the perfect girl. Unknown to Shane, she hosts a 'friendly' competition to see which girl is destined for Shane. This can not end well.
Pairings
Smitchie
Naitlyn
Jella
Character Ages
Shane Gray - 18
Mitchie Torres - 16
Nate Black - 17
Caitlyn Gellar - 16
Jason Bleu - 20
Ella Miller - 19
Sierra Mist (It's the first that popped in my head...) - 16
Disclaimer
I don't own Camp Rock. Period.
Day One: Of Billboards and TVs
"Shane grew up to be a wonderful young gentleman," sighed his mother dreamily. She watched as her son turn the corner.
"OH MY GOD! IT'S SHANE GRAY!" screeched a high-pitched voice. Mrs. Gray cringed and watched as her son run for dear life.
"FIFTY BUCKS FOR HIS UNDERWEAR!"
At his her eyes widened. There has got to be some way she could help her beloved son. Her eyes twinkled mischeviously. And she might just have an idea.
"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU DERANGED IDIOTS!" he screeched.
Flipping open her cell phone, she punched in a couple of numbers and held it up to her ear. "Hello? Mr. Smith? This is Caroline Gray. I was wondering if you could do me a huge favor."
The elevator doors slid aside to reveal a very bleary Shane Gray.
"Fan girls?" It sounded more of an assumption rather than a question.
The weary popstar nodded. He slumped towards the black leather couch and immediately fell asleep.
"Poor guy," stated Nate, clicking his tongue. "I wish there was a way we could help him. What do you think Jase?" Jason looked up from his word search and glanced around. "Oh! Were you talking to me?" The guitarist pointed to himself with his pencil.
"Forget it."
Nate felt his cell phone vibrate. He dug his hands into his pocket and then pulled out his brand new Blackberry Curve. Pressing it up to his ear, he talked into the mouth piece.
"This is Nate Black."
Hello Nate! This is Shane's mom.
"Oh, hi Mrs. Gray!"
Hello! There's something I want you to help me with.
"What is it?"
Is Shane in the room?
"Yes, but he's knocked out cold. Probably won't wake up until another hour and a half," responded Nate, glancing over at the snoring twenty-one year-old.
Step out of the room. Just in case.
"Umm... okay." Nate did as he was told.
Now... here it is...
Meanwhile...
Mitchie Torres shoved her way through the crowd of people.
"Excuse me!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Good lord. I seriously need to find a new route to get to school, thought the frustrated teen. Fine. They don't want to move? I'll just go Kung Fu on their asses. Getting into position, Mitchie started beating up all the people in her way. She finally made it through to school. Behind her was a trail of twitching and unmoving bodies.
Running as fast as she could, she caught up with Caitlyn and Sierra. "Hey guys!" she greeted cheerfully. Her two best friends looked at her suspiciously. "God Mitchie. Please tell me you didn't kill anybody," groaned Caitlyn.
"I won't make any promises," grinned Mitchie.
They two girls shook their heads in disapproval. Their friend was pretty much the definition of perfect. She was both talented and smart. Her pale skin was absolutely flawless; her silky, smooth auburn hair was pin straight and free from split-ends. The only logical reason in why a guy hasn't asked her out yet was becaues they feared if they did one wrong move, she'd break every single bone in their body.
"You should be more gentle. Then you actually might have a chance to get a boyfriend," Sierra accused, running one hand through her naturally wavy light brown locks. Caitlyn nodded in agreement.
Furrowing her perfect eyebrows, Mitchie replied, "Why the hell would I want a boyfriend? They're only going to end up breaking your heart."
Caitlyn threw her hands up in the air. "I give up."
"Me too," agreed Sierra.
With that, they made their way to class.
Torres Household...
Slamming the door open, Mitchie proceeded into taking off her sneakers. "Mom! I'm home!" she called. Connie Torres hurried downstairs, her curly brown hair bouncing everywhere. In her hands she carried two suitcases. Mitchie made a face. "Are you going somewhere?" she asked.
"No- but you are!" she squealed.
"Huh?"
"Here, get in the car! I'll be there soon." Connie handed her the suitcases and rushed off, probably to get the keys.
I have a bad feeling about this.
With Shane...
"Mom? Is there any explanation as to why there are a herd of rabid fan girls outside our house with suitcases?" Shane asked, staring outside his living room window. His mom slung an arm around his shoulder.
"Well," she slurred. "I decided to help you into finding a girlfriend."
Shane whirled around, his deep dark brown eyes wide with confusion and rage. "Are you out of your mind woman? Why the crap would I want an annoying idiotic girl to be my girlfriend? All women are pests!"
Way to talk to the person that gave you life Shane! Way to go!
Realizing what he just said, he hung his head down and muttered a quick sorry.
"How many people are coming?" asked Shane, fearing for the worst.
His mom glided to the other side of the room and yanked open the curtain. It revealed a very large billboard. In said:
Ever dreamed of become Shane Gray's girlfriend? Well here's your chance!
Benefits:
Your family will be awarded a million dollars!
You'll be Shane Gray's girlfriend!
What you need to do:
Bring clothes and necessities that will last you for a month!
Meet in front of Shane Gray's mansion!
Rules:
No physical contact with any other girls and Shane!
"Whoever read this," she began. "And you friend, Nate, phoned HotTunes and told him about this competition!" His felt like bulging out of their sockets. Shane sank into the couch and clutched his hair.
"This is so unfair!" protested Shane.
This was his worst nightmare turning into reality.
With Mitchie...
"I think you ran over someone's foot Mom," Mitchie remarked, looking a girl hopping on one foot from the rearview mirror.
Connie merely shrugged. "All's fair in love and war, sweetie."
Mitchie scoffed.
"Oh come on sweetie! It'll be like killing two birds with one rock! We'll be rich and you'll have a boyfriend!"
The auburn haired teen growled. "For the last time, I do not want a boyfriend!"
Ignoring her daughter's comment, Connie started whistling a happy tune. Mitchie gritted her teeth and rested her head on the window.
They arrived in front of a huge white mansion with girls swarmed around it. Getting out of the car, Mitchie walked up to the crowd, her luggage in her hands.
"Make sure you win sweetie!" And with that her mom drove off.
"OW!"
Running over another poor girl's foot.
Taking a look around at her 'competition', she saw a majority of girls applying loads of makeup on their faces. If it's not that, they're fixing their hair. If it's not that, then they're admiring themselves in the mirror. And if it's not anyone of those, they're lowering other girls' self esteem.
BANG!
All of the girls stopped chattering and looked at the front door. Mrs. Gray stood confidently with a gun pointed in the air. She smiled and threw the gun aside. "Welcome young ladies! Today you are competing for a chance to win my son's heart," she said serenly. Shane stepped out of the doorway with a bored expression clear on his face.
Mrs. Gray smirked.
And let the games begin...
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Also, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, but hey! Nobody's perfect!