I Wonder How Much Could Happen In One Summer (Chapter Two)

This is ch. 2 and Victoria and Ty finally made it to camp...who does she (finally) meet?? :)

*changing my point of view, everyday something new, anything to get next to you*

I groan and *snap* hit my alarm clock, with enough force it knocks off the night stand.

Not again, I think. What time is it? I look at the clock and it reads: 6:01 a.m. Why am I up this early anyway? Then it hits me: camp!

I grab my duffel bag and run downstairs. But then I remember that I didn’t brush my hair or change my clothes so I race back upstairs and run a brush roughly through my hair and throw on denium shorts and a pink and green tank top. I look at myself in the mirror, and am satisfied, so I run back down the stairs and go right to the kitchen. Ty was standing by the toaster, in swim trunks and a red t-shirt, eating a piece of toast.

“Hey, Ty, where’s mom?” I ask, slowly scaning our tropical, open kitchen.

“Umm, I think still sleeping,” he mumbles groggily.

“What? But we have to leave in fifteen minutes if we wanna get there on time!” I say, starting to freak out. How could mom forget? She was the one who even signed us up for the camp in the first place!

“Oh, well, I guess we’ll have to deal with being late,” Ty slyly remarks.

“NO, Ty, I’m being serious! I’m gonna wake her up!” With that I ran upstairs and knocked on my mom’s door. “Mom? Mom!”

I hear her move around, and say extremely wearily, “Yes, Victoria?”

“We gotta go! Like now, Mom!” I say with a bit of too much enthusiasm.

“What…? Oh, shoot! We do!” Her door opens and she slams it shut. Weird, I think. But my mind just clicks back to camp.

We race down the stairs and Mom yells at Ty to get in the car now. We drag the bags into the back and Ty calls shotgun as I push the trunk back down. I roll my eyes and get into the back. I strap in my seat belt and take my last look of this town in Kentucky. I look at the trees bending over the white fencing that wrap over all of the hills and ponds in our land. Where the horses graze, along with the cows, goats, and chickens. Funny, how mom would even let us leave the farm with so much work on it.

I feel my eyes tug themselves close as the sun rose and the car’s engine rev up toward Wisconsin.

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I feel the car stop and my eyes open. When the light hits my eyes, I’m blown away at what I see: Boy Scout style tent-cabins, a huge crystal cobalt lake, and more buildings, with graceful hills and forests by and surrounding the lake. I was speechless at its magnificence and true beauty. Ty beat me with the words:

“Dude! This place will be awesome,” Ty’s face lights up and he smiles.

“Mom,” I begin to say, “thank you so I much for signing us up for this camp!”

“Oh, I knew you two would love a place like this. They have so many things to do besides fine arts too! Like windsurfing, canoeing, shooting, hiking, biking"”

“Okay then, let’s go check in so we can get started!” Ty suggests and smashes open the door and is at the trunk in seconds.

“Just a little too eager…” I comment, smirking. I get out and go get my duffel bag, and hoist it over my shoulder.

“Oh, that’s just how guys are Victoria. They get excited over random things,” Mom says in her I-know-better-than-you-do voice.

I merely nod and keep walking until we all got to the office where we have to check in. I look around and see that this place is your basic summer camp. But it was a twist with the singing and acting and other fine arts. The place was already flooded with kids, laughing, smiling, and joking. Seems like everybody already knew each other. I start to feel kinda nervous. I didn’t know anybody here. I’d have to make all new friends. The only person I know is my brother. Not like he’d stay by me nor would I ask him to. This is just great…

“Oh, Victoria Dakota. Yeah, she’s in a cabin with five other girls who are between the ages of 14 and 16. It’s cabin…” my mind falters. Okay I’m not sure if I’ll survive now. How will they treat me? Will they hate me? This is nerve-racking!

“Hear that, Victoria?” my mom asks me.

“Yeah, uh huh. Can we go now?” I ask, just wanting to face my fate.

“Sure, but I have to say good-bye to you two now,” Mom says, a bit sad.

“All right, Ma. I love ya, see you in three weeks,” Ty hugs her then actually waits for me to say goodbye.

“’Bye, Ma. I love you. See you soon,” I hug her tight. Then I run over to where Ty is waiting.

“So, where’s your cabin?” I ask, getting more nervous.

“Uhh, over there,” he points to the direction of where my cabin is too.

“Wait, are you sure? I didn’t think they had guys right by the girls cabin,” I feel myself feeling overwhelmed.

“Oh, let’s just go Tori.”

We walk over and he leaves me at my cabin. Nobody else is there yet, so I decide to go check out the fine arts wing.

There are a bunch of guys all over the place. Punk rock, country, metal, and alternative bands going by everywhere. It’s amazing. So many musicans here! Maybe now people can realize all the talent I have and now I can work with"

“’Scuse me, I’m"” I look up and see a tall guy with dark chestnut hair stare at me.

“Wait, you look familiar…” I say, trying to remember where I’ve seen his face before.

“I do?” he smiles. “I should.”

Then it clicks. “Oh my gosh! You’re James Maslow.” I try not to shout.

He grins. “Yup, that’s me.”

“But…why are you here?”

“Well, the guys and I wanted to go to a music camp thing and to be like a normal person, y’know?”

I just smile, trying to get over these fan girl feelings I’m feeling. “Well, I dunno since I’m not famous like you guys are. But I hope to be.”

“Well, I guess that’s why you’re here,” James chuckles.

“Yeah, but to be honest I’m a bit nervous,” Why am I telling him this?? I just met him! I think. This is just crazy. Honestly, number one why is he standing here and talking to me? I’m deffinitly not the most fun thing in the world. Plus, shouldn’t have stopped talking by now? Number two, shouldn’t he have better things to do? He’s a popstar. And actor and a singer. No way am I something to just drop everything for! Geez, is this weird…

“Oh, really? There’s nothing to be so nervous about. I’ve heard this is super friendly,” he smiles so easily, I forget where we are for a few seconds. I shake my head and smile.

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Pop Star,” I playfully roll my eyes. I don’t even know where that came from! It’s like I could think of every word I wanna say to James, but the minute I actually open my mouth, I decide to wing it. I guess winging it works, and makes me sound flirty and cute (I hope), but it’s annoying. Like my mind has two ways of thinking and they keep bickering which way to talk to him. Grr, I might as well just hand this over to my heart ‘cause it’s pounding so heavily. It’s as if it’ll burst through my chest if James smiles at me one more time.

“Well, hey, that’s not so nice!” he grins, obviously being playful.

“But it’s true, right?”

“Well, I guess. Is BTR really that popular?”

“To me, you are,” I smile, but the minute I realize exactly what I just said, I feel my face warm and brighten.

“Hey,” he touches my shoulder, “no need to be embarrassed er nervous. Want me to show you around?”

I nod nonchalantly (OH MY GOSH HE’S TOUCHING ME!) and I say, “Sure, that’d be awesome. I’m like lost,” I smile. (YES! AND NEVER LEAVE MY SIDE!) I can’t believe I haven’t lost my cool (…on the outside…)

“Cool. Just follow me and don’t get lost in the huge crowd,” he winks and I laugh.

“I’ll try.”

As we’re walking around, he shows me the acting cabin, the dancing studio, art studio, drumming/guitar/piano teaching and enhancing studio, and the singing/recording studio. And as he shows me all the buildings, nobody is freaking out that James Maslow is here. They just all walk right past him, like he’s a nerd with a pocket protecter and snot running from his nose as he’s studding his Physics book. Yeah, they don’t even give him a good look. I mean, even if you don’t know who he is, you gotta notice that he’s damn hot! Finally, it bugs me enough that I go, “James? Can you stop for a second?”

“Yeah, sure,” he stops and waits for me to come over to him. I stand a bit closer as he asks, “What’s up?”

“Well, I know everybody in this age group at least has heard of Big Time Rush, so why aren’t they obsessing that you’re here?”

“Oh, well we had everyone told when they get checked in not to make a big deal that we’re here.”

Oh that’s embarissing… “Oh, yeah. I totally forgot about that.” I smile and then James shakes his head, smiling. “You’re a dreamer, aren’t you?”

“Guess so.”

We finally finish the tour and then I smile and thank him.

“Oh it wasn’t a big deal, I promise,” he smiles a charming smile.

“Don’t you have anything else to do?” I ask, really wanting to hear his answer.

But before he can respond, I see Kendall Schmidt come up and say, “James? Why are you over here? You’re late.”

James turns to me. “Well I guess I had something to do, but it wasn’t better,” he grins, which makes me giggle.

“Oh-I didn’t realize you had company…” Kendall says, lamely.

“Yeah, so why do you need me anyway?” James questions, sounding irritated.

“Well, I’m not sure really. Carlos wanted you"”

“Okay, just tell him I’ll be there soon? Okay?”

“All right, wow are you in a hurry,” Kendall winks at James. He just shoved Kendall away.

I laugh and say, “Well I should probably be getting back to my cabin, so you can go back with Kendall, if you want.”

“No, it’s fine. Want me to walk you back?”

“Sure!” How could I say no to him! He already has me falling for him.

We just fool around walking back to my cabin. James is just poking, laughing, touching my hair, and chasing me. I laugh as he chases me, feeling unstoppable. I feel as if I in the best thing possible, that I’ve done what all BTR lovers want: to meet them, to talk to them like I have. But the fun stops short as we end up at my cabin enterence. “So here it is,” I say, a bit breathless.

“Well, how ‘bout you meet me at Mess Hall at 8 for breakfast?” he smiles at me so stunningly, his eyes so devoting, tempting me. His hair is all windblown, but to me it still looks perfect. James looks so nervous and innocent. How could I say no? Why would I even?

“Of course, James.”

“Cool. See ya tomorrow.”

I wave and then walk into my cabin with all five girls staring at me.

“Were you talking to James Maslow?”

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