Authors Notes: Hi all! I got this idea a while back and I had to write it. If this story is successful, I'll be writing a sequel which I already have in mind.

Attention all 'Brand New Day' readers: If you're wondering why I haven't updated in such a long time, it's because I've gotten one review for the chapter. I know you're probably thinking, 'So?' well, truth is, I don't want to write if no one's reading it and that's what it seems like. So review, and I'll update, yeah? Give me at least five reviews and I'll update. Let me know you're reading it!

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"Purple! No, orange! No, PINK!"
"Jason, why on earth would you want a pink birdhouse?"

"Because pink is an awesome color!"

"You sound gay."
"I am."
"What!"

"Nate, gay means happy. And I am very happy."

Nate slapped a hand to his forehead in frustration. Somehow, he had gotten dragged into building Jason a birdhouse. He heard laughter coming from next to him and looked around, glaring at Shane and Mitchie who had just walked into Mess Hall laughing at the situation.

"Sorry." Mitchie said upon seeing Nate's look. She stuffed her fist in her mouth trying to fight back more laughter. Shane on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the glare his band mate was sending his way and continued laughing.

"Naaattteee!" Jason whined. Nate groaned and turned towards him, pulling out pink paint. He dipped the brush into the liquid and started to paint the birdhouse. "No! Wait! I want Green!"

"You have got to be kidding me." Nate groaned. Jason just smiled, clueless as ever.

"Oh! How about green and brown! Then it'll blend in!"

"Jason, I've been suggesting that for the last hour!"

"Oh… Really? Then you'll do it!"

"How about you paint it yourself?" Nate pushed the paint and birdhouse towards Jason and sat across from Shane and Mitchie.

"You're really gonna let him do that?" Shane asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't be mean." Mitchie said, slapping her boyfriends shoulder.

"Trust me Mitch, with Jason in charge, something is bound to happen."

"Shane! It can't be that bad! What's the worst that could happen?"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and a shriek coming from Jason's table behind them. Mitchie and Shane turned around in their seats, and Nate peeled his head from his hands and looked up.

Jason was standing on the table, tears welled up in his eyes cradling his hand. There was purple, orange, green, brown and pink paint all of the table and floor, a hammer lying on the table and splintered wood scattered around the hammer.

"Apparently, that." Shane replied turning to Mitchie. They both looked to Nate who just sighed and put his head back in his hands.

"Nate… My birdhouse broke and my hand hurts. Can you build me another one?" Jason asked as if nothing had happened. Nate groaned and slammed his head on the table.

"Come on Jason, let's take you into the kitchen and get Connie to patch up your hand." Shane said, standing up and taking Mitchie's hand. They walked into the kitchen, and sat down, waiting for Connie to finish chopping tomatoes.

"Oh my! What happened?" She asked worriedly as Nate joined them.

"Jason… Birdhouse… Paint… Hammer…" Nate replied. "I think you could probably figure out the rest."

Connie looked at him and nodded, going to the first aid cabinet to get some ice and bandages.

"How did we ever become friends with that?" Nate groaned pointing to Jason who just laughed.

"I ask myself that same question every day Nate." Shane replied.

"So do I." Jason said. Both Shane and Nate groaned while Mitchie laughed at the three friends behavior.

"Y'know something?" She asked suddenly, observing the three boys. "You guys never have told me how you met."

"You're right." Shane replied.

"So Shane… How did you guys meet?"

"Oh! Let me tell it!" Jason said putting his good hand up in the air.

"No, with your over active imagination you'll say we met in Mars." Nate replied slamming the oldest band members hand down on the table. Jason 'Humphed' slightly and slouched back in his chair.

"Maybe I'll tell it." Shane said. He turned towards Mitchie's eager face. "Well, it all started when…"

Authors Notes: So I hope you enjoyed that! I have most of the story figured out, so it should be easy enough to write.

I don't like to do this, but in order for me to update I want at least three reviews. I wouldn't say it, but I don't see the point in updating if no one is going to read it.

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