Authors Note: So, Angel of the Night Watchers and I were talking yesterday, and we decided that we agreed that Kevin(Jason) shouldn't straighten his hair, because it's such a waste. I mean, Angel and I have horribly straight hair, but we want curly hair, and Kevin has wonderfully curly hair and he straightens it!

Oh and the OC's name is pronounced 'SURE-ee', like puree, but with a 'ss' sound. Anyway, this is for Angel.


Cherí's Angels: Phase One

I stared at the photo in shock. Oh. My. Goodness. He had curly hair! Jason actually had curly hair! It wasn't until I noticed Mitchie and Caitlyn staring at me confusedly that I realized that I actually said that aloud. Mitchie and Caitlyn are my best friends, they have been since we met at Camp Rock three years ago.

"Well, yeah!" Caitlyn replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well, obviously it wasn't.

"You didn't know that?" Mitchie asked. I shook my head. I continued to stare at the picture. I still couldn't believe it. Jason and I have been dating for two and a half years now, so you can imagine why I was in utter shock. Hold the phone. If he has naturally curly hair but it's straight every time I see him...

"You mean he straightens his hair too! You have got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed once more. Mitchie and Caitlyn simply nodded. Now that's a waste. Here I am with ram rod straight hair, wishing I had curly hair without the use of a curling iron, and here Jason is with my dream hair and he straightens it! Something's wrong with this picture! I'm the one that supposed to straightening my hair, not Jason! I sank into the nearest chair and whipped out my cell phone, pressing speed dial three, Jason's number.

"Hey, babe, it's me!" I greeted cheerfully.

"Hey, honey! How 'ya doin'? Wait...why are we talking on the phone? I'm just across camp." Jason said. Oops. I forgot. I had gotten so used to talking on the phone with him that I forgot that he was here with me at Camp Rock. Mitchie and Caitlyn looked at me curiously.

"Well, kinda I forgot you were here." I admitted sheepishly.

"Aw, thanks, Cherí! You sure know how to make a guy feel special!" Jason teased. I blushed.

"Sorry! It's just that I'm so used to calling, I just.....forgot." I explained. I heard Jason laugh.

"I'm just teasin' you, honey. So, what did you call for." My mind got back on track.

"I just found out something and I had a question. How come you straighten you hair?" I asked, trying not to sound demanding. Jason paused.

"You just found out?" Jason asked. He sounded confused.

"Yeah, Mitchie has a fetish for taking pictures. We were looking through old pics she had taken and Caitlyn found one of you with my dre...curly hair. How come you never told me you had curly hair?" I replied.

"I thought you knew!" Jason said. He thought I knew. I was tempted to say, 'no, Jason, if I knew, you wouldn't be able to find your straightener in the mornings.'

"Ah, no, babe, I didn't. Why in the world do you straighten you hair?! You look so cute when it's curled!"

"Gee, thanks, honey. 'Cause every self-respectin' guy likes to be called 'cute'." Jason responded. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine. You look very dashing." I was really getting weird looks now...

"Dashing?" Jason moaned. I gave an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, Jason, dashing. Would you prefer cute?" I retorted.

"No, but why 'dashing'? Why not 'handsome' or 'masculine'?"

"Come on, babe. Every girl has the same fantasy: a dashing young Prince Charming coming to sweep them off their feet and ride of in the sunset on his snow white horse and live to have hundreds of grandkids. And 'cause it's true. And besides, I'm an English major; we only use big words like 'masculine' on our essays." I replied matter-of-factly.

"Uh huh. Yeah, right. You use big words all the time. 'Member, you made Nate look up 'myriad' in the dictionary yesterday."

"You know, I love your mother dearly, but it's times like those when I wonder where she went wrong. I mean, I knew that word when I was thirteen." It was true. I've always been an avid reader. I used to use old Shakespearean insults on guys who tried to hit on me; sadly, they never got it.

"Yes, well, you were also reading Shakespeare and Poe when you were thirteen." Jason said.

"That's not the point!"

"Oh, I think it is." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. I think we're getting off topic here. Why do you straighten you hair?" Jason sighed.

"I don't like my hair when it's curly. It has a mind of it's own, I'm telling you. And besides, it annoys Shane when I hog the bathroom." Jason replied. I smirked.

"Yeah, I can see how annoying Shane would be a perk. But, honestly Jason, just let me or Caitlyn on your hair and that'll be taken care of. You've seen how wild our hair is in the mornings, and yet it's perfectly tame after we get through with it." Caitlyn and I's hair was a total disaster in the morning. On a good day, it took us twenty minutes to get it brushed, it was another fifteen minutes if we were going to do anything with it.

"Does it bother you that I straighten my hair?" Jason asked. I hesitated.

"It doesn't bother me, per se," I began. "But I guess I'm envious."

"Envious?" I could hear the confusion in his voice. I told him about how I'd always wished for naturally curly hair. "You know I'd trade with you in a heartbeat, but I don't think that's quite possible." I sighed.

"Unfortunately. Well, I'll see you later. And I won't forget this time." Jason and I laughed.

"Love 'ya!" Jason exclaimed. I smiled.

"I love you too, Jason." We hung up.

"And?" Mitchie asked. Caitlyn and Mitchie leaned forward anxiously. I shrugged.

"Apparently, his hair as a mind of it's own and it annoys Shane when he takes so long in the bathroom." They laughed.

"Your conversation makes so much more sense now!" Caitlyn exclaimed. I chuckled. And that's when I got to thinking. I guess I got a funny look on my face because Caitlyn and Mitchie looked worried.

"What?" I asked.

"You got your 'I'm up to something' grin on. Come on, spill. What's your diabolical plan this time?" Mitchie informed. Caitlyn nodded in agreement. My grin widened.

"Oh boy, this can not be good." Caitlyn said. I laughed.

"How d'ya feel about staying up late tonight?" Caitlyn shrugged.

"Define late." Mitchie said.

"Oh, about 11 o'clock." I replied. Caitlyn and Mitchie glanced at each other. "I have a plan. But I'm gonna need your help to pull it off." They looked worried. I couldn't say that I blamed them. I've come up with some pretty good plans that tend to be, shall we say, interesting. "It involves making Jason play a variation of 'Find The Button'. Oh, and it requires some finesse on our part. But don't worry! Unless one of us wakes Shane up, there's not a chance of anyone getting hurt!"

"'Find the Button'?" Caitlyn queried. I smiled.

"Well, it's more like 'Find The Hair Products and Straightener'." They grinned.

"Count us in!" And that was how Cherí's Angels were born.

OOOO

Mitchie and I were night owls, so were fine with late hours. Caitlyn, being the morning bird, required a few cans of Mountain Dew to stay up till 11. Needless to say, Caitlyn was hyper. And when she's hyper, well, she's really random.

"You know, we need code names." Caitlyn suddenly announced. Mitchie and I sent her amused glances. "After all, we're going on a secret mission."

"Uh huh." Mitchie replied.

"Yeah!" Caitlyn exclaimed. "I have it! Cherí, you have to be 'Charlie', 'cause your name begins with a 'C'. And Mitchie's 'Mike'." Like I said, random. I decided to play along. It kind of made me feel like a ninja. All right, I admit it. I might've had a Mountain Dew as well.

"What about you, Caitlyn? You're name begins with a 'C' as well." I asked. Caitlyn thought for a moment.

"Hmmm...you have a point. I'll be 'Cook'." Can you same, RANDOM! Mitchie laughed.

"How 'bout this? I'll be 'Charlie 1' and you'll be 'Charlie 2'?" I asked. Caitlyn frowned.

"We can't both be 'Charlie', Cherí!" Caitlyn declared. Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you can be 'Charlie'. Cherí just be Cherí. It would make so much more sense." Mitchie replied logically. Caitlyn shrugged.

"All right!" Caitlyn thought for a moment before bursting out, "We can be Cherí's Angels!" We all doubled over laughing. Leave it to Caitlyn.

"So do we all understand the plan?" I asked once we all calmed down. They nodded and grinned. This was going to be a night to remember.

OOOO

"You know, it's a good thing Jason's a deep sleeper." Mitchie began as we began walking to Connect 3's cabin. "'Cause otherwise, this wouldn't work." Very true, very true.

"Yeah, him and Shane won't be a problem. It's Nate we have to worry about." I said. Unfortunately, Nate was a light sleeper and Connect 3 were all bunking in the same cabin. But I had confidence that we could pull this off without a hitch.

So this was the plan. First, we 'borrow' the guys hair products and Jason's straightener, only leaving shampoo. We hide them in an obvious place to us (which is not so obvious to Connect 3). Then we leave clues as to where we hid them. If they follow the clues correctly, they'll find their products with ease. But, knowing them, it'll take them a while.

After that's done, 'Cherí's Angels' take Jason into the bathroom, with out waking him, and soak his hair, so that, when it dries, it's back to it's naturally curly state. When Jason goes to primp his hair in the morning, he won't find his stuff. He won't be able to borrow Nate or Shane's stuff either; that's why we hid theirs as well. Cue evil laughter. This was going to be fun! Oh, and did I mention that Mitchie's going to be filming all this? More evil laughter.

I slowly opened the cabin door. Caitlyn and I softly clicked on our flashlights. "And we're rolling." Mitchie said quietly. Excellent.

"All right. Let Phase One begin." I murmured.