After my last story and the birdhouse things, this was just BEGGING to be written! Plus I'm much better at funny stories.
Warning: Nate has a potty-mouth!! AND OOC-NESS!
Disclaimer: Still don't own Camp Rock!
"PLEASE SHANE! I really want a birdhouse!" Jason begged attempting to make a pouty face at Shane.
"Ask Nate to build you a stupid birdhouse!" Shane replied and dumped the problem on me.
"But Nate won't do it! He doesn't know how to have fun!" Jason replied.
"I do know how to have fun! And building a birdhouse isn't fun!" I argued.
"Yes it is! You get to put it together and paint it and everything!" Jason exclaimed.
"If it's so fun why don't you make one?" Shane asked.
Jason just shook his head. "But it would mean more if you made it. Hey! How about both of you make one for me! Or make five…or…wait, what comes after one?? Nate! Can you teach me how to count again?".
"Jason! I've taught you how to count and dealt with your birdhouse issues all summer! Leave me alone!" I yelled and started strumming my guitar again.
"You don't have to yell! And why do you keep wearing that shirt. I told you I hated it." Jason said pointing at my blue plaid shirt.
"SHANE! BUILD HIS STUPID BIRD HOUSE ALREADY!!" I screamed.
"…When did you get so pissy?" Shane asked looking at me like I was a stranger.
"SINCE I'VE HAD TO DEAL WITH JASON CONSTANTLY BITCHING ABOUT HIS STUPID BIRDHOUSE!" I screamed again.
"So you'll both build my birdhouse!? YAY! GROUP HUG!" Jason exclaimed pulling me and Shane into a hug.
"I hate you." I muttered.
"Aw. I love you too! Shane, Nate's been saying that everyday since you've been gone. I think we're closer than ever!" Jason said to Shane.
"Dude. How did you pass Kindergarten?" Shane just asked.
"I spelt the word 'bird'! But anyway, I brought all the things you guys need to make it. Here's wood, and nails, and a hammer, and a mini-saw, and some paint. Make sure you paint it blue, yellow, and red though. I want to see some of those talking parrots at our house." Jason rambled on and on as he pulled out various tools from his bag.
"Dude. Did you bring any clothes?" I asked.
"No. I'll just borrow Shane's since you're too small." Jason explained.
Shane was just busy staring at the stuff with a blank impression.
"There! That's everything. I'll leave so you guys can make it. I'll even act surprised!" Jason said running out the door as I looked at Shane.
"Hey Shane, you better make that birdhouse now." I said and went back to my guitar.
Shane just picked up wood and looked at it as if it were some foreign object to him.
"Nate. Come be smart and make Jason's birdhouse. I'm gonna go find Mitchie." He said.
"NO! You are making the birdhouse! I'm tired of Jason being a god damn prick!" I exclaimed and blocked the door.
"I don't know how to make a birdhouse! Besides if you care so much then you make the birdhouse." He replied.
"But I don't want to."
"NEITHER DO I!"
" BUT HE WANTS YOU TO MAKE IT!"
"HE WANTS BOTH OF US TO MAKE IT!"
"ARGH!" I yelled one last time and tackled Shane.
"STUPID LITTLE CHILD!" Shane yelled trying to get me off of him.
"CONCEITED ASSHOLE!" I yelled back and tried to stay on top.
"OI! WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!" Brown yelled stepping into the cabin.
"HE STARTED ATTACKING ME!" Shane yelled shoving me off him.
"HE WOULDN'T MAKE JASON A BIRDHOUSE!" I retorted.
"That's it! I'm sick of this birdhouse business! You both are going to sit down and build the boy his birdhouse!" Brown exclaimed and exited the cabin slamming the door behind him.
Shane quietly went to the table and held up pieces of wood to make four walls.
"How do you put it together?" He asked looking up at me like I held all the answers to the world.
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