Okay! I'm gonna give a few one-shots a… shot (ba-dum-tschhh!) because We Intertwined needs a lot of work, so I'm going to be tending to that in between.

Here's an intro to a songfic to 3OH!3's I'm Not the One. This song SCREAMS "one-shot" and it was the plot summary at the top of my "To Write" list, so I decided to just bang it out before it started eating away at my brain. I tried to make this one of those "it's not an official love story, but if you squint really hard, there's a pairing in there" stories, but I'm sure I failed miserably, so I apologize for that. It was worth a try, right? Also, this turned out to be pretty choppy. I had a complete image in my head of how this would turn out in a perfect world, but sadly, this is not a perfect world.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock.

"Alex! Alex!" Mitchie Torres shuffled through the cafeteria of Tribeca Prep High School, calling out to her best friend, who was sulking alone at a table.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her excitement quickly dying down at the sight of her frowning friend.

"I've got a stupid meeting with Mr. Laritate after school." Alex scoffed.

"What about?"

"He caught me smoking behind the auditorium during the assembly this morning."

Mitchie's shoulders dropped, "Alex…"

"What are you so disappointed about? You said you were okay with it." Alex tried to defend herself.

"I never said that." Mitchie fixed her posture, "I just accepted the fact that you're going to do it no matter what I say, so I've stopped saying anything."

Alex chuckled a little. She had always thought it was cute when Mitchie got argumentative. Sometimes, Alex would purposely start debates just to see if she could get Mitchie to cock her eyebrow.

"Well, then I thank you for your silence." Alex joked. Mitchie stuck her tongue out and giggled.

"So what were you so excited about before?"

"Oh, I got a call from Shane and he said he and his brothers are finishing up their tour, so they're coming back home for a while. You'll finally get to meet him!"

"Great!" Alex feigned excitement, putting a French fry in her mouth.

The Grey brothers, or Connect 3, became famous before Alex and Mitchie met in high school, so Alex never had a chance to meet them. She was thankful, though, because between what she'd seen in magazines and on the news and how Mitchie never shut up about him, Alex came to the conclusion that Shane Grey was a douchebag. But he was Mitchie's childhood best friend for almost ten years, so Alex would give it a shot.

"He'll be here next week, so I'll make sure we can all hang out ASAP." Mitchie gave Alex the most excited smile she had seen in a long time.

"That sounds great, Mitch." Alex tried to match the excitement. Anything to keep that smile on Mitchie's face.

-ONE WEEK AND A FEW DAYS LATER-

"Ahhh, where is he?" Mitchie wined. She and Alex waited outside of the local burger joint for the rock star to arrive, one more excited than the other.

"It's alright, Mitchie. He's only 5 minutes late." Alex turned to her friend.

"I know, I'm just excited." Mitchie shrugged, "Oh wait! I think that might be him."

Alex looked toward the parking lot and saw a vibrant red Ferrari zooming through, blaring some Connect 3 song. The car made a hard stop in the middle of the lane and reversed itself into an empty parking space. Alex didn't have to see into the car to guess that that was Shane Grey.

Alex rolled her eyes and scoffed discreetly as the driver got out. He came out in dressy shoes, white pants, a white blazer over a black turtle neck, and sunglasses… at 8 P.M.

"Oh geez." Alex muttered under her breath.

"Shane!" Mitchie yelped and ran to the pretty-boy, almost tackling him in a hug.

"Hey, Mitch!" Shane laughed as he wrapped his arms around Mitchie and swung her in a circle.

"Alex, this is Shane Grey." Mitchie introduced the two through fits of giggles.

"Whaddup?" Shane nodded.

"Not much." Alex responded through clenched teeth, "Whaddup with you?" She tried to hold back as much sarcasm as she could, which didn't quite work out, judging by the warning glare Mitchie shot her.

"Oh, you know, the usual." He shrugged.

Alex kept looking at him, waiting for more explanation, but none came.

"Mr. Personality," she thought to herself.

The three headed into the restaurant and after 20 minutes of waiting for Shane to finish signing autographs and taking pictures with fans and waitresses, they were finally able to sit down at a booth and order.

"So, Shane," Mitchie started excitedly, "How in the world have you been?"

"I've been great! Just lots of tourin', lots of girls, and a WHOLE lot of partyin'." Shane laughed.

"Yeah, it's all over TMZ." Alex muttered snarkily, just loud enough for Mitchie to hear, earning her another stern look.

"Hey, waitress!" Shane shot his fingers in the air, "Can we get a few burgers over here?" He called out across the restaurant.

For the next hour and a half, Alex sat there listening to Mitchie and Shane go on and on about their old friends and all the great times they've had growing up together. She couldn't blame them for missing each other, but she saw no point in her even being there if she could not participate in any of the discussion. The only good thing about the dinner was that Alex got to spend it sitting next to Mitchie and that Mitchie was not sitting next to the cocky star.

The trio soon finished their meals and made their way out of the diner.

"Hey, does anyone have a light?" Shane called out, patting his pockets.

"I do." Alex reached into her back pocket and pulled out her trusty Zippo that Mitchie bought for her birthday and had it engraved.

"I'm not condoning

the habit, but I know

you'll need this.

Happy birthday.

-Mitchie"

That lighter went everywhere with Alex and she always laughed a little to herself whenever she read the face of it. She passed it to Shane, who quickly had a cigarette at the ready.

"Do either of you smoke?" He asked as he brought the flame up to the tip of the stick. Mitchie shook her head while Alex nodded simultaneously. Shane reached back into his pocket and held out the cigarette carton, "Alex?"

"Oh, no thanks. Mitchie doesn't really like it when I smoke around her." Alex politely declined with a shrug. The boy exhaled some smoke away from the group and turned to Mitchie, "Do ya' mind, Mitch?"

Mitchie looked at Alex apologetically.

"Uhh, no. Go ahead." She said, almost eagerly. Alex's eyes narrowed as she saw the clear discomfort in her friend. Shane smiled and gave her a pat on the back before handing the lighter back to Alex.

"So what do you think of Shane?" Mitchie turned to Alex on the way home from the restaurant. Alex paused, looking for the right words in her head while her eyes stayed on the road.

"He's definitely… something." The words were drawn out slowly and carefully.

"Isn't he?" Mitchie pressed on, leaning back in her seat.

"Has he always been so…" Alex started, making sure to try and not offend her passenger.

"…Flashy?" Mitchie smiled knowingly, "Not really. Growing up, he was actually pretty shy. That's how we became friends in Kindergarten – neither of us wanted to play with the other kids, so we just found each other. When the band started getting popular, his confidence rose and when they got signed, I guess it all just came out. I don't think he's too bad, though. Sure, he's different, but I think the media's been harsh on him. No one can be as arrogant or 'badass' as they say he is."

Alex nodded, taking in the words. She was doubted the notion that Shane was actually humble and genuinely sweet on the inside, but was not about to risk her friendship with Mitchie by doing so.

"Thanks for the ride, Alex." Mitchie hugged her friend after the car pulled up to her front door, "I'll make sure that the 3 of us can hang out more often. I think you two are gonna get along great!"

With a wave to Alex, Mitchie started walking to her door. Every time Alex drove Mitchie home, she always, always, always made sure the girl made it safely into the house before driving off.

Once she saw the door close, Alex started the car up again and took a nice, leisurely drive home.

Sorry for any errors – It's 3:15 in the morning and I'm too tired/lazy to do extensive proofreading.

Okay, So I'm rusty, but bear with me! I'm pretty sure the second part of this is going to be shorter than the first part, but we shall see! The second part should be the easier part, though, since that's the actual meat of the story.

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