A/N: Hi, I'm writing this fanfic, because this idea has been in my mind for a while. I will get back to my other fanfic ASAP. Oh, and I have no idea how the chats work. I don't see them very often. But, it should be good. Read, Enjoy, Review. Thank you!
*I own the plot!*
*Don't own anything! Not Apple, not Coke, not the characters, not even Camp Rock. I don't own Facebook or MySpace, either.*
Mitchie POV:
"MITCHIE! Guess what?" Caitlyn Gellar squealed in my ear.
"Other than the fact that I have to go to the ear doctor later, what else is up?" I said as I picked some books up from the library shelf.
"The sky? Wait, no, this 'guess what' has to do with Connect 3's live chat on FaceSpace! I'm so excited. Maybe I'll get a shout-out again!" Caitlyn smiled dreamily at the mention of Nate's voice. I laughed, and walked to the check-out desk.
"When is it?" I asked, as Caitlyn followed with a far-away look in her eyes. She was never like this, except when it came to Nate Gray, Connect 3 extraordinaire, according to her.
"When is what? Oh, at 6:30 pm Central." She recited. I glanced at my watch to see the short arm on the 6.
"Okay, we have 30 minutes to get to your laptop. Thank goodness it's a weekend. Let's go, Caity!" I was now just as excited as her. I grabbed my books and Caitlyn's arm and ran to our car.
You see, Caitlyn Gellar has been my best friend since her family moved themselves right next door to us, but then her parents left to go on their cruise ship for nine months. They left her with her grandma, but then something came up so her grandma had to go back to her own house. Her parents extended their stay on the ship, and only check in every few months. Caitlyn moved in with me, and has been there ever since sixth grade. So, technically Caitlyn is my sister, and we share everything . . . including our dream of going to Camp Rock when we turn 17 this summer.
As soon as I closed the car door, I rushed the car.
"Go! Wait, Mitchie, don't hit the guy! Go!" Caitlyn cheered. I laughed at our joke. I will spare you the details, but it happened two months ago. It wasn't pretty. Swiftly, I pulled up to our driveway, and got out. I could hear Caitlyn behind me as we greeted my parents and ran up the stairs. We went to the white Apple laptop she got from her grandma for her last birthday. She logged on to my FaceSpace account for me, and went to Connect 3's 'Live' tab.
"Okay. 3 more minutes," Caitlyn muttered to herself as she took in a deep breath. Mom knocked on the door a few seconds later, with a bowl of popcorn and two sodas.
"Thanks, Mom." I said as I opened my Coke.
"You're welcome, sweetie. Your dad and I are going to the store for a bit, we'll be back soon. Is the chat starting soon? Say hi to the boys for me!"
"Sure! In 15 seconds, 14… 13…" Caitlyn squealed again. I sighed at the behavior of my best friend, but hey, if you can't beat them, join them! So I squealed too. Mom took that as her cue to leave. "Have fun, girls!" Yes, that's right, this happens a lot.
"5. 4. 3. 2…." I counted with Caitlyn. The three boys appeared on the last count.
"Hey guys, it's Connect 3 with our third live chat promoting our album. We are excited to answer your questions and talk to you. I'm Nate." Nate, the calm, business one declared.
"I'm Jason, and I love birds." Jason said. He's the oldest; I'm not saying anything else.
"And, I'm Shane Gray, but I'm sure you knew that." He winked at the camera. Ugh, what a loser. A cute one, but still a loser.
"Ignore our brother, he has a huge ego. I don't see many questions yet." He gasped he was proved wrong. A million girls all over the country started writing their numbers and begging for the boys to call, but Cait and I didn't join.
"All for me!" Shane said before he looked at the second one directed to him.
"Okay, sure. I'll write you a song. 'Lala, lala.' You're very welcome." Shane smirked. Now, he's getting on my nerves.
"I know you feel so lucky now." The 17 year old shook his head, making his curly hair go *whoosh*.
"No, I know that you must feel lucky to have these many dedicated fans with you being so cocky and so full of yourself all of the time." Did I just type that? Without thinking about it, I pressed enter. And that's when my story really started. . .
"Ooh. She went there, Shane. Yikes. Thanks-" Jason quickly looked at the name next the disappearing message. "…Mitchie, for doing that." Jason murmured. The two nice boys laughed.
"Oh please. You must be very confident to talk to THE Shane Gray that way!" Shane answered with a rough undertone to his voice.
"Oh yes, I am. And I know what I said must be true, Shane? You must feel lucky that you have fans? You love them a lot?" I typed. I almost deleted it when Caitlyn, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly reached over and pressed enter.
All the comments had stopped now except for this fan that kept going, "I love you!" every few seconds. They all wanted to know what would happen, for no one had put Shane on the spot and in his place like that. Not his family and friends. Not even those interviews with talk shows and magazines, or a past manager. And now it was from a Connect 3 fan.
"Well, yeah, of course Shane does… Right, Shane?" Nate pressed, nervous.
"Why should I? All they do is attack me. Yeah right, like I'm going to kiss them or something," Shane shrugged finally.
The comment from the one fan had stopped. Everything had stopped. Everyone was focused on Shane and his hurtful and uncaring comment.
"You know, I used to be your biggest fan... before. Back when you were a nice guy. When Connect 3 had small concerts and you three did raps at the beginning to fire us up. Shane, you've changed, and not for the better. Now look at where that got you. When you change back, let us know. Good bye." I typed quickly before the chaos started. I knew it was going to, sooner or later. I just didn't want to be there to hear or rather read it.
"We'll be right back. We love you guys. Thank you again Mitchie. We'll get with you soon." Jason ended. The screen showing the boys previously had gradually disappeared. Somehow that live chat turned into me telling Shane off. Caitlyn didn't even get her shout-out. It was just back and forth talking. It had hurt, but it certainly had to happen.
Caitlyn and I turned to each other slowly, still mulling over the events. We both started to open our mouths to talk, and then shut them again. Finally, I just hugged her tightly. I paused to think.
I can't believe I did that. I never had so much courage. So much adrenaline. It was a rush!
The comments started and then stopped again, and little by bit the people logged off. It was just me and Caitlyn now. We were bringing the popcorn downstairs when a small ding startled us. We turned to the screen again. There in bright black and bold letters were words from three famous musicians…or just two.
"Hello Mitchie? This is Nate and Jason. Shane just sort of left after the live chat. We apologize for his behavior. We want to thank you personally and sincerely. That was the greatest thing anyone had ever done for us…ever. It even beats the touring and performing. You were brave enough to face Shane…we can't even get him to put his plate in the sink. You made an impact on us. Hopefully, Shane can think about what you said. Maybe he can change! Once again, thank you so much. We appreciate it a lot! Is there anything we can do? Tickets, signing, anything? Keep in touch, Mitchie. –Nate and Jason."
Caitlyn and I read it quickly, darting back and forth over the letters, words, and sentences. I almost screamed! It was an actual private message on FaceSpace from my favorite band, ever. I didn't know what to do. Luckily, Caitlyn did. She pulled me up from my seat and jumped up and down, yelling words I couldn't even understand. I wanted to calm down and think, but instead I jumped around with my best friend. Connect 3 just contacted me!
A/N: There you are. The first chapter! I hope you liked it. Please review and alert and favorite! Thank you so much! I know, it seems OOC, probably. I just had this idea and it seemed great. It's going to be a Smitchie and Naitlyn. I accept all suggestions! Thank you!