Hope You Don't Mind

Okay, so don't hate me, but I just decided that I would switch to Camp Rock. I know how much I said I hated Camp Rock, but you know what? I'm obsessed with the Jonas Brothers, just like he rest of the teenage girl population.

This is actually based off of a random title. That's what I do, create titles and then make up stories for them! I thought this one was cute enough.

Mitchie and Shane get to play match-maker… (Mwuahahaha!)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Jonas Brothers. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this for my own amusement. I'd be making my own movie.

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"Caitlyn, if you don't like peanut butter, why would you eat it?" I glanced up at my best friend Mitchie, who had her hands on her hips.

"I never said I didn't like it," I said innocently. "I just said I don't see why other people like it."

Mitchie just shook her head and sat next to me. It was, for Mitchie, the second year on Camp Rock. Once again, the Gray brothers decided to visit. Mitchie, having missed Shane all year, was ecstatic enough. If you call incredibly-hyper-like-she's-on-a- sugar-rush ecstatic.

"Can you believe it?" Mitchie asked excitedly. "Shane's coming back! I get to see him again! I haven't seen him all year, well technically I have seen him, on like, the tv or something, but still—"

"Mitchie!" I interrupted, laughing.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "I guess I'm a little excited to see him, that's all."

"A little?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She sent me a death glare. I just stuck my tongue out at her, taking another bite out of my peanut butter/ marshmallow sandwich. Yes, marshmallow! You got a problem with that?

"Oh, my gosh, Cait," Mitchie squealed. "There he is! I wonder if he'll remember me? Geez, I didn't even do my hair! And what about my clothes!"

"Chill, Mitch, you're fine." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, Mitchie!" Shane shouted from across the room. His eyes were alight and a broad grin was permanently set on his face.

"Shane!" Mitchie said, running up to him and giving him a hug. Both realized how awkward the scene was, with everybody staring at them. I suppressed a giggle.

"Dude, do you think you can teach me how to make a birdhouse?" Jason asked, tapping Shane on the shoulder.

"Jason, for the last time," Shane said, exasperated, "I'm not gonna make you a birdhouse!"

"I know that!" Jason pouted, looking hurt. "I want to make one by myself."

"Good luck with that." Nate put in, standing behind Jason. Took the words right out of my mouth, I though wryly.

"Come and sit by us, you guys." Mitchie proposed, steering them in the direction of our table. I resisted the urge to get up and leave, scooting so I wasn't any closer to the Prep Princes.

"What's wrong, Caitlyn?" Mitchie asked. I gave her a look that said, What do you think? Maybe I was being a little cruel, but I'm not the kind of person that hangs around famous people. Okay, so maybe that's a lie, but I'm not going to be seen falling for boys most girls dream about seeing in person.

"So," Shane drawled. "How was your school year?"

"Full of screaming and jealous girls, as soon as I told them about you." Mitchie replied, flashing him a smile. I fought off the temptation to roll my eyes. I was going to be polite and behave myself, no matter what damage is done to my pride.

"Mine was the same. Just for a different reason." Shane said, smiling back. Yeah, I can imagine.

"I wish I could go on tour with you," Mitchie sighed. Shane and Nate looked at each other.

"Well," Shane started, fighting a smile creeping on his lips. Mitchie glanced up, hope evident in her eyes.

"Yes!" Mitchie said, smiling. "Caitlyn can come along, too, right?" I sent her a grateful look.

"Yeah," Shane said, nodding. "She's going to be our new producer and manager." He shot a worried glance at me. "That is, if you want to." I nodded happily, a bit dizzy, and a small voice at the back of my head nagging me about all the effort I would have to put in and how busy I would be.

"You're the best Shane!" Mitchie leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. I couldn't help myself.

I made loud gagging noises and pointed a finger down my throat. Shane and Mitchie rolled their eyes.

"You should respect their privacy." Nate said pointedly.

"What privacy?" I asked, spreading my arms out. "We're in the middle of a hugely populated camp full of famous, and slightly famous, musicians!"

"Yeah, but they obviously like each other, so you really don't have to bother them about it!"

"Uh, guys?' I heard Mitchie say, but I was too fired up to notice a thing about it.

"If I don't, maybe someday Mitchie will be hurt!"

"Maybe you're just afraid that's going to happen to you!" Nate shouted.

"Me?" I shouted back. "I don't like any guys anywhere! And I'm definitely not planning on liking anybody like you!"

"What is going on here?" Brown interrupted. Silently, Nate and I glared at each other.

"Um, Caitlyn was having some fun teasing us and Nate didn't like it so they started yelling at each other and… yeah." Jason said, all in one breath.

"Well, I say," Brown continued. "that we chill it out and make up."

Neither said anything. We just stared at each other, playing the silent game.

"Fine." Brown said, walking away.

Nate pushed his plate away and stormed out of the mess hall.

"Verbal combat," I said, smiling and leaning back in my chair. "There's nothing like it."

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Hiya! Did you like it? Mitchie and Shane decide to try to work things out between Nate and Caitlyn, but that's gonna take some work. Caitlyn, as you well know, loves verbal combat. Nate is too sensitive to see his own problems. And Jason… is trying to figure out how you build a birdhouse.

Thank you everyone who's read my other stories! I promise to update on them soon, but I've been busy with tons of other things. Please review on this one so I know what you think!