Author's note: I own nothing, except the plot line. All characters and all that jazz belong to Disney. I also do not own MapQuest, the Jolly Green Giant, or Hummer, but I'm sure you all are smart enough to figure that out. And, specially for this chapter, I don't own Shamoo, Jonas Brothers, or the song Video Girl. Or the song Old McDonald :) Or Huggies. Or Dior. Or the Fast and the Furious... Or eBay. mmkay. Although I just realized, if I did own all this stuff, I'd be pretty darn rich.
Summary: What will happen when Mitchie returns home from her long, eventful summer at Camp Rock? Will she stay in touch with Shane Gray? What about Caitlyn, Tess, and the rest of the Camp Rock gang? When Mitchie returns to school, she will realize that her summer at Camp Rock has put her popularity in the fast lane. Especially because of the fact that she has the phone numbers of Connect 3. :)
ADDITIONAL AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Holy wow, guys. I know I haven't updated in forever and I am extremely, immensely, absolutely, ridiculously serious when I tell you how sorry I am. There are no excuses, and I am completely bummed out that I haven't had time for writing. Basically, so many wonderful, amazing, and unexplainable events have taken place in my life lately, and I can't even begin to describe how grateful I am for everything I have been given. So, the only thing that is making me feel awful in the midst of so many spectacular things, is that guilt I feel for promising to update the story, only to discover that the one day I promised turned into.. like seven entire months. I don't even know if there's anyone left to read the story. I'm hoping all of you fantastic people who put my story on alerts will see that, yes, I'm still here! So, without further ado, I give you the (I think) long-awaited update to How Camp Rock Changed My Life.
As the rest of Mitchie's English class filed out of the room, Sunny and Mitchie stayed behind, taking extra time to pick up their books and bags. "My house after school, right?" Mitchie asked, swinging her star bag onto her shoulder.
"Correctomundo, amigo," Sunny giggled. "This test is gonna be a killer." Mitchie nodded in agreement as the two went into the hallway. "You know, Mitchie, I was thinking. Maybe you should invite Sierra to hang with us tonight. I still feel really awful about what Gwen did to your guys' friendship, even if it is back on track. I wouldn't mind getting to know her, anyway. She seems nice."
Mitchie grinned. "She's awesome. And you really wouldn't mind? If it were the three of us, we could turn it into a slumber party or something, you know? Study, well, at least kind of study, and then maybe a movie marathon and junk food? I think it would be fun."
"Totally," Sunny said. They began to walk toward their next class. "So, how are things going at home? I know everything was kinda shaky yesterday, but have things settled down at all?"
"Eh," Mitchie shrugged. "My parents are totally against the idea of me selling my guitar to pay off some bills. I'm still trying to find a way around it, though."
Sunny's eyebrows raised and she glared at Mitchie. "You're not going to do it without their permission, are you? Because, Mitchie, it really could hurt their feelings. They might think you don't appreciate their gift. With all this stuff going on, you don't want to add that to their frustration, do you?"
She has a point, Mitchie thought. "I know, Sun. But it's the only thing I own that's actually worth something. I can't let my family fall apart, Sunny."
The two entered geometry just as the bell rang. The teacher sent them a stern look. Mitchie took her seat in the third row, while Sunny made her way to her seat in front of the teacher's desk.
Mitchie threw her backpack on her bed and was about to head into the kitchen for a snack, when a yellow envelope lying on her bed caught her eye. She picked it up and examined the front, reading that it was from her grandma Elaine. Must be the late birthday present, Mitchie concluded. Despite all of her stress, she was actually quite eager to finally find out what her grandmother decided to send her. After tearing open the envelope, Mitchie's eyes widened.
Two tickets fell out of the envelope, the words Connect 3 In Concert in large letters across the front. "Perfect," Mitchie mumbled glumly. "Not only do I now have multiple tickets to the same concert, but I have multiple tickets to the same concert my boyfriend and his band will be in and that I'm supposed to sing at." She stared at them intently as an idea began to formulate in her mind. I gotta work fast, before Sunny and Sierra get here.
Jason sat at the rarely used kitchen table, surfing the internet on his laptop. He was just about to shut it out of boredom and go find something to eat, but he opened up his eBay account instead. Shane had set the account to watch all items with the keywords Connect, 3, Jason, Nate, Shane, and Elvis. Jason clicked on the watch list and found a new listing for front row seats to their next show. Jason's eyebrows furrowed as he read the description: 'Two front row tickets to Connect 3's tour opener in Los Angeles, on September 30th at 8 pm. Get 'em before they're gone.'
What really confused him was the time the auction was started, only four minutes earlier, and the shipping from address. Mitchie's house.
"She's selling our birthday gift to her," Jason whispered, anger rising in the pit of his stomach. "I can't believe it."
"Can't believe what?" Shane asked, entering the room while tossing a green apple in the air and catching it again. He bit into the apple and stood behind Jason, his eyes scanning the page. He swallowed hard and the color drained from his face.
Jason turned to look at Shane's face. "There's gotta be some explanation, right? I mean, there's no way Mitchie would do something like this..."
Shane shook his head and turned, storming out of the room. He ran upstairs and threw some clothes in a duffel bag,and then went into Jason's room and took the car keys off of his dresser.
Mitchie grabbed the phone just as it began to ring, feeling good about her newest decision. "Hey," Mitchie said, expecting it to be either Sunny or Sierra to say they were on their way.
"Hey," the other voice said, clearly not Sunny or Sierra. This voice sounded hurt, disappointed. Mitchie knew who it was.
"Shane, I'm sorry I've been so distant lately," Mitchie began, trying to find the right words to say. "I just-"
"No, save it, Mitchie." Shane's voice came in a short, angry burst. "I'm done. We're done."
The line went dead before Mitchie had the chance to say anything else. The phone fell out of her hands, tumbling to the floor. 'I'm done. We're done'. The words played over and over inside her head. Tears filed her eyes and Mitchie layed on the couch, feeling completely numb.
Caitlyn answered her cell phone, glad to have something to distract her from her mother and her drunk friend. "Yo."
Nate's cute laugh came from the other end. "Yo yourself," he said. Caitlyn blushed. "What are you up to?" Nate asked.
"I'm at some anonymous friend of my mom's house. I'm dying from complete boredom over here. They haven't done anything except drink and laugh uncontrollably at everything. Everything," Caitlyn emphasized the word.
"Want me to come rescue you?" Nate asked, his heart racing. I'm a nerd!
"That would be.. amazing," Caitlyn smiled. She told him the address and hung up. She felt warm inside, like there were a million butterflies dancing in her stomach. A ride with Nate will be the highlight of my life.
"Hey, can I borrow the Hummer?" Nate asked, sticking his head into Jason's room.
Jason looked up from his magazine. "I would totally let you, but they keys are gone. Shane took off. He found out Mitchie put her concert tickets up for sale and it pretty much crushed him. He left with out asking for my keys. His phone's off. He took some clothes, by the looks of his closet."
"What do you think he's gonna do?" Nate asked, sinking onto Jason's bed. "He wouldn't do anything stupid, would he?"
Jason shrugged. "If you would have asked me yesterday, I would have said of course not. But yesterday Mitchie didn't hurt him. Today, anything's possible."
Dun dun dun. Again, I'm really sorry about the wait. Don't hate me!
Much love,
Wish