Camp Rock 2 Mitchie Novels & Stories

the grumpy dude says. “Adrian,” I say shortly. “How sweet. The last three letters of your names match!” she beams. Damian and I turn to each other and nearly gag. I hadn’t even noticed it before, and now it’s stuck in my head like a cursed jingle. I’ll save that fact for when I need to induce vomiting. “I know you both will be best friends after this camp,” she chirps before leaving. We blink at nothingness for a second, then both gag dramatically.

After drugging her, you can take her to your house or any hotel and f**k her as you want" he concluded and I instantly snapped my eyes open "Oh my goodness! Why didn't I think of this before? You sure are smart and that's why you are my underboss. Have Mitchell Campbell followed from now on and anytime you succeed in getting her drugged, let me know. I will suspend whatever I'm doing and come over right away" I said "Yes boss" Mitchell Campbell! So this is it! I don't need to stress myself anymore because this plan is surely perfect. TBC...... ©️ Tricia

The water in the fountain slopped over the stone lip, drenching my shoes as the floating candles smashed against the sides. Mitchell was on his feet before I hit the ground, his eyes completely black, his fangs fully extended over his lower lip. "Inside!" he roared, lunging down to grab my arm as the ground bucked a second time. "Betty, get to the cellar now!"

Maddie beat me to it. “Well,” she announced, stretching her legs onto the chair across from her while lazily raising her beer bottle toward the firelight, “now this finally feels like an actual camping trip, because so far tonight we've had somebody crying, somebody playing the role of a heroic rescuer, somebody almost ending up in jail, and honestly the only thing we're missing at this point is a stupid drinking game and a soundtrack from the early 2000s so we can officially complete the full American college-movie experience.” “Thank you for the reminder,” I replied dryly, already regretting returning.