Camp Montana:1
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Miley squealed ecstatically: She, as Hannah Montana, had just been accepted into Camp Rock! Maybe a dream would come true and she could finally start her transcontinental career: London, Tokyo, Rio de Janeiro, ... And all she needed was winning the Final Jam of Camp Rock. Granted, the competition was not going to be easy. But what could stop Miley now? Certainly not her behated archrival Mikhayla, that cheap loose girl that had dared to flirt with Jake Leslie Ryan, Miley's Jake Lesley Ryan!
Oliver and Lilly cheered for their best friend. "Finally that's your chance! We will miss you."
Miley smiled. "I will miss you too. But I'm happy to spend a few weeks without fear of Rico. And Mikhayla will go pale from envy!"
"Serves her well!" Oliver and Lilly cheered unison.
She bounced and cheered. "Yeah! Camp Rock! And again with Connect3, the greatest band ever!" Mikhayla dreamt of going on tour with those three super-hot rock stars: Jason, Shane, and especially Nate! She knew that Hannah Montana would not survive such a triumph. So there was nothing left to stop Mikhayla, or so she thought ...
From time to time, Jackson could turn very protective, and he was worried that Miley's identity at Camp Rock was in danger of being revealed. Thus he had talked daddy Stewart into sending him to Camp Rock, in order to pretend being Hannah;s boyfriend, as he had already done a couple of times.
Certainly, Miley wasn't exactly pleased by this suggestion, but she was equally, igf not much more, afraid of having her cover blow up in the middle of Camp Rock. As Miley could not afford that, she consented to drag Jackson along with her, against better judgement.
For a few years, Rico had suspected his neighbourhood girl Miley Stewart to be no other than superstar Hannah Montana. But he could never prove it.Alas, when he heard that she was considered for Camp Rock, he had applied as well, for the class in composition and production. Rico had never seen a keyboard, a synthesiser, or an harmoniser, but he was excessively smart, hence he would learn to master these fast enough to pass as a futute composer of some sorts. Truly, he hated that modern crap, he preferred classical, jazz, or ballades of all sorts, but he didn't care. His goal was to find a solid proof for Miley being Hannah Montana! And then he would just have to waut for the right moment and bang! the secret would be known to the world, and Rico would be celebrated for revealing it.
Of course Miley had absolutely know clue that Rico was already rigged and ready for Camp Rock!
As last year's Camp Rock had been such a success, Cesario expected the same, if not much better results, from this year's camp. once more, his nephie Shane Gray and his two pals, forming Connect3, were going to be the stars of the camp. But he expected a lot from the new candidates, especially Hannah Montana. Many of the former participants were invited again: Tess Tyler, Peggy Dupree, Mitvhie Torres etc ...
The best candidates were awarded with the occasion acconpany Shane's band as guest musicians for a record taping and a tour across Europe: London, Paris, Amsterdam, Francfort, Florence, Athens, Budapest, Moscow. The competition would be hard, as planned, in order to make the camp interesting and keep the level of performance high.
Last year, she had developed an immortal crush on Shane Gray, one of the members of Connect3. Alas, during the last months, she had hardly seen him again. Could she be sure that he still liked her as much as at the end of the last camp? Mitchie had to find out. Shane was such a lady killer ... he might have forgotten about her ... And there were probably more girls around this year, they would propably jump from the Empire State Building for a date with Shane.
She had continued dreaming about being the greatest rock music composers of all. Granted, the competion was growing from year to year. She had bought herself a new synthesiser with stereo surround plugin. This would make her compositions a whole lot more realistic. Could she convince the musicians and the sponsors? She had stuck up for her friend Mitchie and drawn Tess Tyler's wrath upon herself. Granted, playing her little tricks would be much jarder for Tess now that everyone had suspected, but there were still a few new pupils who were not familiar. Caitlyn just hoped not to be drawn into yet another conflict.
As the daughter of former star TJ Tyler, Tess had always got the highest ambitions of all, and everything in her way had to be manipulated into oblivion. She had tried to boadmouth Mitchie when she had figured that her comptetior's mom was the camp's cook! She had caused a lot of turmoil which had led to getting herself disqualified from the finals of last year's camp. If her mom had not begged and bribed Cesario, tess wouldn't even have been admitted to this year's camp. She had had that insane crush on Shane Gray. Maybe this would work out a lot better this summer? She knew that Mitchie was going to be back for this year's camp, but maybe she could persuade Shane into dropping her, in one way or the other. And maybe the new participants had their strange secrets on their own, and Tess needed to figure them and use them to her own advantage, as soon as possible, rigorously at any cost.
The members of the band were very anxious. Nothing could warrant that this year's camp would end up as successful as the one of the last year. And they knew that the girls would battle over them. That was pretty much the destiny of any young rock star.
Shane had still got a weak spot for Mitchie, and he hoped he could continue where they had taken off after last camp, but he wasn't sure which way things had been drifting during the last month.
Nate was the youngest member of the band. Somehow he hfelt still in Jason'd and Shane's shadow. Could he make it out of that spot?
Jason was the oldest member of the band, but he was not really up to that leader role that everyone had expected from him, especially Cesario, the big boss of the camp. He was going to try his best in order to prevent chaos from seizing control over Camp Rock and Connect3, but he had no clue how to do that once the tides were turning out rougher than expected.
Checking In
The Stewart siblings were the first participants to check in.
"Hannah Montana!" Miley told the receptionist of the camp.
The old man nodded. "Ah, I know you, you sing that song If Cupid Had A Heart, don't you?"
Miley burst into anger. "No, I don't!" Miley was upset because she had been confused with her archrival Mikhayla. "I sing stuff like Nobody's Perfect, especially not jerks like you ... or him!" She pointed at Jackson.
The receptionist shrugged helplessly. "OK, but who sings If Cupid Had A Heart if you don't?"
Jackson spoke for Miley. "That would be Mikhayla, but don't ever, ever mention that name when Mi ... er Hannah is around!" Jackson choked because he had almost said Miley instead of Hannah. This would have costed his head, so much was for sure. Nobody should ever get at the bottom of Hannah's real identity, as that would be catastrophic for the whole family, and for their friends, such as Oliver Oken and Lilly Truscott.
The receptionist looked at his list. He found Hannah Montana, just a line below. "OK, so you are room 13, along with ..." He coughed.
"Along with whom?" Hannah wondered.
"Er ... nobody of interest!" The man beghind the counter stammered. "And there's your key!"
Miley shook her head. This couldn't be any good.
"I'm Jackson Stewart!" Jackson declared.
"Room 666, along with some Rico." The receptionist handed a key unto Jackson. "Take the elevator to the right-hand side. That to the left-hand side is slightly deranged!"
Jackson coughed. "Rico?" He decided to help Miley with her luggage first.
"Hah! You're with Rico!" Miley cackled gleefully. She knew that this would annoy the hell out of Jackson who was so easy to con and prank. But then she coughed. "What? Rico? He's here?" She understood that this could not mean any good, not for Jackson, and not for Miley herself, either. Rather, this was going to be really ugly. Miley had no clue how much Rico was really familiar with her secret. He sure was suspicious and would give anything to reveal it when tuime has come, ruining Miley completely.
"At least yopu don't have to share a room with Rico!" Jackson remarked. "You're downright lucky!"
Hannah shrugged. She expected to obtain a nice room-mate, maybe this would make up for Rico's presence, and even make Jackson more envious. This made her sigh with total mrelief.
Finally, they arrived at room 13.
"Will you help with my luggage?" Miley begged Jackson. "Then I'll help you with yours!"
Jackson nodded. He knew that Robbie Rae woould turn upset if he didn't help Miley, and vice versa.
A few minutes later, the luggage was done. Then they heard a key getting stuck into the hole, from the other side of the door.
The door went opem, and along came Mikhayla. "Hannah!"
Miley was paralysed for dismay. "Mikhayla! What are you doing here?"
"This happens to be my dorm!" Mikhayla thundered.
"Mine too!" Miley was upset.
"Oh ... oh ... who is going to share a room with Mikhayla?" Jackson teased Miley mercilessly.
Miley grumbled with disgust. "Admit it, Jackson! You're in one boat with Mikhayla!" She thundered energically.
"Only if you're in Rico's!" Jackson replied.
Miley sighed. Arguing with Jackson wasn't going to get her any further.
Mitchie Torres was consternated. "You?" She saw that she was going to share a room with Tess Tyler, the girl that had tried to ruin her life.
Tess Tyler wasn't exactly pleased, either. "Don't you think I could dream of a better roomie? You daughter of a lowly cook!"
Mitchie was upset. "Shutup, you snotty bitch! Why did thye admit you again to this camp?"
"Because mom talked Cessario into it!" Tess boasted arrogantly. "For I belong on the stage, whereas you belong with cockroaches and rats into your mom's kitchen!"
"Don't talk about my mom like that!"Mitchie cried.
The noise alerted the girls in the neighbour dorm.
The door was flung open, allowing for Caitlyn Gellar and Peggy Dupree to enter.
"Tess! Mitchie! Why are you making such a hell of a noise?" Caitlyn asked. Alas she and Peggy had already guessed it right: It was impossible fro Tess and Mitchie to share a room.
The combattants continued insulting each other.
Caitlyn had an idea. "OK ... why don't you stay in our dorm with us?" She offered Mitchie.
"Is it three-bed?" Mitchie would have kindly accepted the offer if it had been technically possible.
Peggy shook her head. "Great idea, but we'll have to build a third bed with beanbags ..."
"OK!" Mitchie agreed. It was way more comfortable sleeping on a fake bed than sharing a room with Tess Tyler.
"Then go!" Tess screamed. She was happy not to have to share her dorm with some lowlife like Mitchie Torres.
The three boys from Connect3 shared officially the only triple dorm in the whole camp.
Shane sighed. "I wish I could share a dorm with Mitchie!"
Nate shook his head. "We know, now stop torturing us with your love-sick talk!"
"Just because you are too much of a kid to have a girl doesn't mean ..." Shane taunted Nate.
"Shutup the two of you!" Jason ordered. "We've all agreed on a triple in order to keep the costs for the camp low, so that more participants without a sugar dad could be admitted to the camp."
Shane and Nate sighed. Usually, the three of them got along quite nicely, but being perched into a room for weeks could change that.
They decided to go to the cafeteria of the camp.
Miley and Jackson had the same idea.
"Hey, these are the Jonas brothers!"Miley whispered unto Jackson. Then she shouted: "Nick!"
Nate shrieked. He stepped up to Miley. "Please, don't call me Nick! I'm Nate! For Kevin, Joe, and Nick are history, and we aren't real brothers, either. Now it's Jason, Shane and Nate." He sighed deeply. "And let's keep that a secret, won't we? Nobody here is supposed to here about the Jonas brothers. They never existed in the first place!"
Miley sighed with consternation.
First Lessons
In order to be admitted to the camp, Jackson needed to have some experience with something that had to do with rock music. Unfortunately, being the inofficial lover of fledgling rock star Hannah Montana did not quite cut it. Whence he applied as a drummer. He thought that drums have no impact on a tune, just on the rhythm, thus it would be a lot easier for him. Drums could be played with Jackson's brute force.
The adviser had announced that the best participant would become a background drummer for Connect3, at least during the final jam session, and the subsequent taping of a new DVD.
Jackson was now motivated down to his toe tips. He swang the drum sticks wildly. Too bad he missed the rhythm completely.
The advicer, which was not much of a surprise, had to correct Jackson multiple times. "Sorry, Mr. Stewart, if you keep missing the ehythm like that, you will be expelled from the camp!"
Jackson sighed deeply. He couldn't risk that. But what shoudl he do in order to hide his lack of experience? Rocking outfit doesb't make a decent drummer, nor does brute force. Without a feeling for the rhythm, he wouldn't get anywhere. Miley had to help him, or so Jackson felt desperately.
Rico entered the classes and saw that the place next to Caitlyn Gellar was still free. "May I sit here? I'm Rico."
Caitlyn nodded. "Sure!" She introduced herself.
Rico sat down and admired Caitlyn's new laptom and the software, able to emulate hundreds of instrument with just a few mouse clicks. "Wow!"
Cessario Brown lectured that decent composition was an art, a science, and a lot of luck. But a lot depended on proper equipment. Modern technology was very useful, but one had to hern to handle it. He looked around and saw Caitlyn's laptop. "Here we have an example. Caitlyn, you have already been here last summer. Now you have new equipment. Could you tell us please the advantages of this new technology?"
Caitlyn nodded. "Certainly!" Some long explanation followed. "This allows me to compose various accords with just a few clicks. And then it compares the result with well-known examples of rock music, estimating thusly the originality of your new composition."
Rico admired Caitlyn's expertise.
"Very well, Caitlyn!" Cesario smiled."Well, unfortunatley, not all of you are equipped with high technology equipment. Thus you will build small groups." He read the label next to Rico. " Rico and Caitlymn, you are Team 1. Team 2 will be ..." Cesario went through the classes. "OK, these are the teams. At the end of the camp, the best compositions will make it into the next taping of Connect 3. Good luck!"
Rico was lucky to work together with such a competent aspiring composer as Caitlyn. He was already looking forward to the final jam session. But he had to overcome one problem: He had never composed a single tune! As a fast learner, he would pick up the basics in no time. But was he able to hide his inability until then? Rico turned more and more anxious.
TJ Tyler, the mother of Tess, was the adviser of the singing class.
For this reason, Tess felt a whole lot safer than the year ago. Alas, the competence was bigger.
T.J. ordered the new singers to give a proof of their expertise in a duet with Nate.
Mikhayla was the first to sing.
"Hi ..." Mikhayla said timidly to Nate.
Nate greeted Mikhayla in a friendly manner. "OK, what do you want to sing?"
"Last year, I've recorded that song with my local record studio ..." She handed a DVD to Nate who inserted it on site."Sounds great!" He smiled.
If Cupid Had A Heart
He Would Make You Fall
You'd Fall In Love With Me
In No Time At All
If Cupid Had A Heart
He Would Hear My Call
I Want Him To Know
I'm Wanting You So --If Cupid Had A Heart by Selena Gomez
While singing those lines, Mikhayla stared dreamily deep into Nate's eyes, it was as if she meantwhat she sang.
Nate felt touched. It was just a song that Mikhayla had prepared, but why did he felt addressed personally? He shrugged.
TJ applauded. "Perfect performance, Mikhayla! Please keep it up!"
The face of Tess went a bit pale. How could her mom applaud for such a runaway girl?
Next, it was Miley's task to step up to the stage. Her partner was going to be Jason. As before, she handed a DVD to the guy. "The cover song, please!"
When Hannah aka Miley had encountered the three boys for the first time, under their fake name Jonas Brothers, not everything had been as she had expected. Hence her feelings were mixed.
Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have --Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Miley Cyrus
Miley was outrageously nervous and blew her chance badly.
TJ shook her head. She was bitterly disappointed. "Camp Rock is not fun, it's hard work! Without any efforts, you will fail badly ..."
Tess sighed with relief. One competitor down ... or so she thought.
Jason whispered to Miley: "Don't worry, Hannah, things are not yet over."
Miley shrugged sadly. Having failed was one thing, but in the presence of Mikhayla who had taken her chance just fine, this was one downright desastrous humiliation, one of the sort one doesn't want to live with. Jason may have been right, the camp was not yet over. but she needed to cry at someone's shoulder, and if it was Jackson's. But where was he?
Lunch Break
Connie Torres, the mother of Mitchie, was again responsible for the kitchen of Camp Rock.
Last year, Mitchie had tried to hide this, and she had lost most of her friends, indeed flattering false friends, when this connection became public. Tess had been the head of those gange of false friends.
Caitlyn had stuck up for her, whence she had become Mitchie's beast friend.
The two of them shared consequently a table for lunch.
Shane followed Mitchie to her table.
"Hi Mitchie! Hi Shane!" Caitlyn beamed. "This is Rico, my partner for our composition project!"
Rico nodded. But when he heard Shane's voice, an alert bell rang inside him. Hasn't he heard that voice from some other wannabe-singstar? There was probably something fishy. But what? Right now, Rico couldn't remember, but time was to come when ... and then he was going to use his knowledge to his own advantage.
Caitlyn wondered whether Shane and Mitchie wanted to try to sing what they were composing, just as a control device.
"Why not?" Mitchie beamed. She knew that when Caitlyn was about composing something, it would be wonderful.
Shane nodded. "We'll see ..."
Shane's fellow Connect3 member Nate was worried about something wlse. He addressed Cesario Brown. "Hey boss, I see some trouble ahead ..."
"What's up?" Cesario scratched his head.
"Well, Hannah Montana ... she has called me Nick!"Nate sighed.
Cesario went pale. "Oh dern, she remembered your pseudonyms. As long as she doesn't know why we had been playing those name games, we're safe. But if anything goes public, Connect Three will be history ..."
Nate sighed. But did he understand the reason for the usage of fake names? Cesario had only arranged it with Jason and Shane. He had just been involved. None of the older members of the band had ever explained anything unto him. He felt so neglected, just as always. Shane and Jason used to decide above his head. When was Nate ever going to break that injustice?
Miley was still sad and kept on weeping. She had failed in front of the class and adviser TJ Tyler, the great TJ. Well, TJ's days had been over long since, as had been those of Robby Ray Cyrus, Miley's and Jackson's dad. But her opinion constituted still an authority, both for the mass media and for chairmen like Cesario Brown. She fet so humiliated, in front of the whole class, and, more than everything else, in the eyes of Mikhayla. She had been looking for Jackson, and finally she found him. He had just tried to flirt with some other girls, but he had apparently failed miserably. But, hey, what the hell was he about doing? His task was to mimic Hannah's lover, and by his flirting attacks, he was rather going to blow the whole cover! That was so ...
Finally, Jackson found Miley. "Oh, there you are ... I need your help. I try to drum, but I always miss the rhythm!"
"You're going to miss something else if you don't stop acting like the jerk that you are!" Miley boomed at her brother.
Jackson gave Miley a fake kiss. "Ok, ... so what's up?"
Miley sighed. "I've failed miserably. And Miley made everything right, now I'm sure that I'm a goner!"
Jackson shook his head. "No, you aren't, you're still thegreat Hannah Montana. You've been down more than once, but you've always made up for it, and each time you've left the stage as a bigger winner than ever before. The same will happen here, when it really counts: The Opem MIC Night and the final jam session!"
Miley sighed. Since when had Jackson such a lot of confidence in her? But now she really needed that. "Thanks, you're the best!"
Jackson knew that he couldn't bother Miley with his rhythmic problems. But whom else could he? If it turned out that he had no experience as a drummer, he would have been dismissed from the camp. The situation was almost hopeless.
Tess gazed about. She saw Jackson and Miley. She feared that Hannah's boyfriend was going to edify her again. She needed to rub salt in to Hannah's wounds before that could happen. She could try to steal Jackson away from her. Hey, maybe hannah even had an obnoxious secret like Mitchie? Tess needed to figue that, and thereupon abuse it shamelessly. And Jackson was the key for all of this. She had to be more careful. Fortunately, Jackson was such a dumb jerk, maybe exactly what Hannah deserved. This was going to be a lot easier than humiliating Mitchie. SHe approached Jackson who had just left Miley's table. "Hey! Aren't you Jackson Stewart, Hannah's lover boy?"
"Er, sure, that's me ... why?" Jackson wondered.
"Because ... well, I'm Tess Tyler from the singing class." Tess replied. "What classes are you in?"
"Drumming ..." Jackson sighed. "But I've got some troubles there, I always lose my rhythm."
Tess saw her chance. "Oh, sorry ... well, I know a lot about rhythmic stuff. Maybe I can help you?"
Jackson beamed. "Er sure ... that would be fantastic!" And what a girl that Tess was, not as boring as his sister Miley and her friends such as Lilly Truscott. "Let's meet for dinner?"
Tess grinned. "Won't you have dinner with Hannah?"
Jackson coughed. "Er ... I guess she'll get over that, once in a while."
"Oh, yeah, probably ..." Tess grinned mischievously.
In The First Evening
Cessario Brown called Nate, Shane, and Jason into his office. "OK, the situation is serious. Listen. I've been saving billions of taxes by letting you perform in different states under different names. This is at stakes now."
Nate looked dumbfounded. he had never thought about that.
"So why did you have to invite Hannah Montana in the first place?" Shane asked his uncle.
"She's a dumb blonde who should have forgotten about Jonas Brothers." Cessario explained.
Nate, Jason, and Shane choked hard. They were not exactly friends of Hannah Montana, but they had at least that little respect for any of the girls in the camp to refrain from calling them dumb blondes.
"The only thing we can do is wait and behave naturally." Cessario explained.
"She had been performing exceptionally poorly at the assessment." Shane remarked. "With some luck, TJ will dismiss her for that in a few days."
Cessario nodded. "That will be the best. For, if that happens, TJ will be automatically the scapegoat, and we're out of the swamp. Unless, of course, anyone else smelkls what I've been doing. And you won't tell anyone, right? Not Hannah, and especially not that Torres girl!" Cessario's eyes almost drilled a whole through Shane's face.
"Er ... sure!" Shane stammered, slightly intimidated by his uncle. He had never known him like this before.
Tess took Jackson to the buffet. "OK, I'll pay for you!" She smiled.
"Tacos with chili sauce?" Jackson's mouth watered. "I love those!"
"The tacos are OK!" Tess remarked. "As opposed to the daughter of the woman who cooks them!"
"Who would that be?" Jacksomn wondered.
"Mitchie Torres, the babe of Shane!" tess sneered. "A vulgar wench!"
Jackson shrugged.
Tess took Jackson to some table. "OK ... so you're Jackson Stewart. Are you by any chance related to Robby Stewart?"
Jackson's eyes bugged out. "You know my dad?" he asked anxiously.
Tess chuckled. "That's taking it too far ... I've herd a lot about him, yes. But I've never met him in person."
Jackson shrugged. "OK< that's fair. But what have you heard about him?"
"Aw ... he was a great star at the same time as my mom was. They had competed for a few awards." Tess explained.
"Your mom is TJ, right?" Jackson wondered. "Same family name and stuff."
Tess nodded. "Music is in my family, as it is in yours!"
"Er ... sure ..." Jackson choked. He didn't have the intention of mentioning that his little sister Miley was no other than aspiring star Hannah Montana! And his own musical talent was ... modest, if one tries to put it mildly.
"Come on! You must have a lot of talent in your blood!" Tess insisted.
"I've great difficulties with drumming the rhythm that our battery adviser gave me for practising ..." Jackson admitted.
"Aw, that can't be!" Tess boomed. She grabbed one of Jackson'd wrists and pressed his palm against her chest. "Do you feel my heartbeat?" She asked him.
Jackso nodded. "Tick ... tick ... tick ..."
"That's your wrist watch, you noob!" Tess laughed heartily.
Jackson's blood started boiling. "Oh, now I'm hearing it!"
Tess smiled. "Cool!" She pulled Jackson closer. "OK, now take your spoon and beat the table with it!"
Jackson shrugged and followed the command of Tess. "Wow! That's easier than I've thought!" He smiled.
Tess nodded. "See? You've got a great feeling for rhythms. Like your dad."
"And you've got your mom's voice!" Jackson squealed.
Tess chuckled. She was honest when she talked about Jackson's talent, but she smiled when she figured how easy Jackson was to sway. he was such a big dummy. It wouldn't last long to squeeze Hannah's secrets out of him, or that's what Tess was sure of.
"So, you really haven't yet had any technical equipment?" Caitlyn wondered. "You're learning really fast!"
Rico smiled. "I always learn fast. But now I need a taco with black beans!" He smiled.
Caitlyn sighed. Something in Rico's grin didn't make her feel at ease. He looked like he could backstab anyone at any time, even worse than Tess because Rico was by far more rational than emotional. When Tess needed a motivation such as jealousy, Rico would be mean just to show off his superior smartness. Yet she thought Rico all likable properly because he was incredibly smart and charming for such a little half-Jewish half-Latino guy.
Rico wondered whether Caitlyn had already got a boyfriend. But even more than everything else he wanted to work with Caitlyn even beyond Camp Rock. Before the camp, rock music had been just some annoying noise. But when he watched Caitlyn composing, things started to appear in a somewhat different light unto Rico. Rock music wasn't any longer some annoying noise, but a coordinated sequence of sounds and rhythms that followed certain strict logical rules, and cold logics was Rico's unique strength. He knew that he was going to thank Cait forever and one day for providing him with this insight, even if she had a different understanding of music composition and production. Yet he had not lost his proper goal out of side: Unvealing Hannah's identity as Miley Stewart. He wondered whether Miley had her wig on her head even while sleeping. For stuff lie that, he needed the help of a girl, so why not Caitlyn? Sure, she was too much of a goodie too shoes to do what he wanted without any remorses, but Rico's charm was endless, or so he believed, and this would make up for just everything.
The Second Breakfast
Mikhayla was the first at breakfast. Hannah aka Miley preferred not to wake up until Mikhayla had left for breakfast.
"Hi Mikki!" Nate whispered softly into Mikhayla's direction. Alas, he was shocked by his own tone. He had only seen Mikhayla the day before, so why was he already acting downright affectionate towards her? Nate felt hot and cold at the same time. Cessario had told him not to get too close to Mikhayla because she might figure about his fake identity as Nick Jonas ... she was from the same county as Hannah, so it was a hell of dangerous. Alas, Nate had never liked playing around with a false identity. And Mikhayla was definitely one hell of a hot and megacute girl, and her voice was supertastic. She had made him blush from uvula to pancreas. Yet he was too insecure to fess up. He remembered all the troubles that tess had caused the year before. He could not know whether same Tess, or, for that matter, whether any of the other girls around at Camp Rock were up to causing similar trouble. And a lot was at stake when the secret of the band was unvealed.
"Hi Nate!" Mikhayla smiled. She was looking forward to singing another duet with Nate. His voice was like candy for her ears, sweet, fluffy marshmallows. She could listen to him singing for her all night and all day, seven days a week, especially with his lips closer and closer to her ears. She sat down next to Nate. "Aw, cucumbermelon and aloe vera?" She inhaled and moaned with ecstasy when she sniffed at his skin. It wasn't really the smell of Nate's shower lotion that made her swoon all over, but the very smell of Nate himself.
"Er, yeah ..." He was totally embarassed. "Nice to see you ..." Nate had never been that shy around a girl. He wanted to grab her and press his lips against her face, but somehow he couldn't. There was too much on his mind.
Rico and Jackson annoyed the hell out of each other. This had been lasting through the whole night. Now they arrived at breakfast, all sleepy.
Rico sat down next to Caitlyn. "Hi, Cait!"
"Aw hi, Rico!" She smiled sweetly. She liked Rico, although she saw that he was a notorious troublemaker, and she couldn't stand the well being poisoned. But he was endlessly smart and the greateat help for her project, as he was a fast learner, and his rote memory was exceptional. He also had got the hang out of her program in less than half an hour, even more, he had taught her certain details she had not yet understood before arriving at Camp Rock. Maybe she could turn him into a nicer guy? That would have been very ambitious. But she deemed it worth the trouble. "You're the smartest and coolest guy I've ever known!" Caitlyn admitted, blushing slightly.
Rico smiled. "Really?"
Miley was finally domne with the showers. She couldn't risk anyone seeing her without the wig, thus she had to be either the first or last to take her morning toilet done. Miley had noticed that there was a lot in the air between Nate and Mikhayla. A few moths ago, she would have envied Mikhayla and exploded for jealousy, but now she had givenup on him, whether he was named Nick or Nate, that didn't make a difference unto her. She saw Jackson sitting in a lonely corner. She decided to accompany him, especially as that same corner was pretty far away from Mikhayla.
"Hi Mi ... er..." Jackson coughed noisily. "Good morning , Hannah!" His voice was now a lot louder than before. Then he gave her a fake kiss, shuddering with disgust. This, of course, went both ways.
"Hi Jackson!" Miley grumbled. "You've forgotten to brush your teeth!"
Jackson sighed. "I'm sure that Rico has replaced my tooth lotion with instant glue, as he had done yesterday with my after shave."
Miley could well imagine Rico doing this. "OK, take my tooth gel after breakfast ..."
Miley, I've got to tell you something ...
It wasn't easy for him to talk, but he felt compelled to, and maybe Miley was a goosd little sister, at least once in a blue moon. "I think I've fallen in love ..."
Miley coughed. Of course, she felt that Jackson was free to have feelings. "Not with Mikhayla? Tell me that you ..." She would have gone and killed herself off if a family member of hers had a thing with her worst rival of all times.
Jackson shook his head. "It's ... Tess Tyler ..."
Miley shrugged. She knew that Tess was a bit arrogant, but she had no clue, as of yet, concerning what Tess had done to Mitchie during the last camp. "Be careful!"
Jackson's heart beat faster, then it started missing a few beats, and on ad on it went. He had to feign being Hannah's lover, for the sake of keeping her secret undisclosed. But the call of his heart was getting stronger from day to day. How long was he still going to be able to shut up? What if Tess found another guy, believing that she could not pry him loose from Hannah?
Miley still sighed. "OK, I think T.J. might give me a second chance, and this will be today. If I mess it up again, I'm out of the camp!"
Jackson wrapped one arm around Miley. "Come on! A real Stewart never gives up!"
Mikhayla sobbed. "OK, I can't give up. I can't leave it all to Mikhayla that easily. I know that I have to fight!"
Jackson smiled. But then he thought about troubles that were going to emerge when Tess and Miley were competing for a position in the band ... He had got an eerie feeling.