A/N: Kinda stuck on 'Catch Me' so here's a new project :D Its The entire back story for Connect Three. Enjoy :) btw, add me on twitter: Jennifer_Sweetz and I'll throw hints and let you know when i am updating.
Chapter One: Camp Rock
Shane Joseph Grey groaned as his mom turned on the light in his bedroom. He started to roll over and go back to sleep, when his brown eyes snapped open. The sixteen-year-old sat bolt upright in his bed as he remembered what today was. He smiled and jumped out of bed, almost knocking his fender accoustic guitar over from it's spot against his bed. Denise Grey chuckled at her son's sudden excitement.
"Shane, you need to hurry. Uncle Brown will be here in an hour," She said in her soft voice, as shen left Shane's room.
"Alright Mom. I'll be down in a few minutes," Shane called as he pulled on a fresh shirt over his head.
Shane then slipped on his favorite pair of skinny jeans, followed by a pair of high top converse. Shane walked over to the mirror to look at his short black hair to check and make sure his face was in check. The teenager wasted no time grabbing his already packed bag and guitar, which was in his signature checkered guitar case. Shane rushed down stairs, and into the kitchen, where his mom was already drinking a cup of coffee. Shane soon felt a small twinge of guilt for leaving her alone for the summer. His father had died the previous summer in a car accident. When Denise realized Shane was there, she managed a small smile.
"Hey honey. Uncle Brown left earlier than I thought. He should be here in a few minutes."
"You know, Mom, I could stay," Shane started.
"No! Your father wanted you to go. So you are going, and thats final."
"Mom, I don't want you here all by yourself."
"I won't be. Your father's sister is staying here while you are gone. Than we are going to see you on final jam. I'll be fine."
Suddenly a horn started honking, and Shane's mom all but pushed him out the door. "Now go have fun, and play that music!"
"Alright mom, I love you," Shane said, kissing her on the cheek.
When Shane reached his uncle's car, Brown smiled brightly at him.
"Hello, Mate," Brown said, "I hope you're ready for a rockin' summer!"
"Hey Uncle Brown! You have no idea how excited I am!" Shane exclaimed.
Brown chuckled as he pulled away, Heading for Camp Rock. It was Shane's first year, but Brown had the feeling that it wouldn't be his last.
Nathanial Nicholas Greene was excited. The brown curly haired fourteen-year-old just couldn't sit still to his parent's amusement. This was his first year at Camp Rock, and he couldn't wait to see who else played guitar, piano, AND drums. His parents worked a lot, trying to make ends meet. So to make up for the times they weren't there, Nate's parents set him up in music classses, and were pleasantly surprised to learn that he had learned three difficult instruments in a year simaltaneously. So it was no surprise that he was getting the chance to go to Camp Rock.
"Nate, calm down son," His dad chuckled.
"I can't help it dad! I am so happy I can go! I am going to have a blast!" Nate said happily.
"Well, you need to eat, or we aren't going anywhere," Mrs. Greene said sternly.
Nate nodded and returned to his breakfast, finishing it quickly. When he was done, Nate rushed down the hall to grab his overnight bag and his guitar. When he finally got in his mom's van, he took a deep breath and allowed an even bigger smile to spread across his face. He was finally going to Camp Rock.
Jason Paul White sat and watched patiently as a cardinal danced in the bird bath in his front yard. The eighteen-year-old smiled as it flew away, towards the direction he would be heading soon. He had been to Camp Rock two years in a row, and he couldn't wait to go again. This year is his last year, so this is his last chance to have his killer guitar skills noticed. JAson sighed and got up from his spot in the kitchen to go find his dad. They needed to leave now if they were going to make the flight in time. JAson found his father, grabbing his keys from the living room.
"Hey Dad!" Jason said cheerfully.
Mr. White chuckled. "Hey Jason. We can go now. I won't keep you trapped here any longer. I hope you make the most of this year at camp. It's your last."
"I know Dad, and I will. Just like the other two years," Jason said with a small smile.
Shane sighed as he sat in Cabin Jam, alone. He could have stayed with his Uncle, but Shane wanted to be with other kids. As if on cue to his thoughts, a boy walked in with cuirly brown hair, holding an overnight bag and a guitar case. Shane smiled a small smile at the boy.
"Hey," Shane said, getting up off of his bed, "I'm Shane."
The cuirly haired kid smiled a bright smile, "Hey! I'm Nate. This is my first year."
"Mine too. Do you play good?" Shane asked, pointing to Nate's guitar case.
"I play okay, I guess. What about you?"
"My Uncle says I'm phenominal," Shane answered, rolling his eyes, "He tends to exaggerate. He owns the camp."
"Yeah, but I don't expect special treatment from him. He is actually going to be really hard on me, more than anyone else here."
"Well, that makes it fair," Nate said.
"I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way," Shane said, looking at the last bed, "Anyways, where's our roommate?"
"I don't know. I just got here."
"Alright, smarty pants," Shane said, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly the cabin soor burst open, almost hitting Nate in the back. "I'm here again! Oh lovely Camp Rock! I have missed you so much!"
Shane stared wide eyed at the boy in front of him, with straight brown hair and a guitar in his hands. Shane gave him a sorry attempt at a smile, afraid that the boy might attack them.
"Hi!" The boy said, finally noticing his roommates, "I'm Jason."
A/N: Longest first chapter I have ever wrote!!!!! REVIEW!!!!