Hey everyone, this isn't much but I had to publish something to let you know I was still alive. I messed up my left index finger in volleyball so yeah, I'm injured and I can't really type. Here's a Camp Rock story, it takes all of my current feelings for a guy up together in one little one-shot.
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She was amazed by his powers of perception. He could suck anyone into anything at anytime.
Oh no, was he looking at her? Yeah, he was most definitely staring at her.
Where did he get off? You know, staring at her like that?
Just because he's a super-cali-frooper flipping rock star didn't mean she was automatically inclined to fawn all over him. I mean come on, who lived in such an alternate universe? Well, him obviously. But let's get real here; it's the 21st century already! Or is it the 22nd? Either way Shane Gray is still nothing but an egotistical, stuck up his butt and around the corner, psycho-freaky maniac!
Okay, so Mitchie knew she was totally and completely in denial. Shane was slowly sweeping her off her feet. But she felt like being angry at him today… so she was going to be angry at him.
Mitchie grabbed her earphones and raised the volume to medium, her most favorite song ever was on, Vendetta by Sharamarie Simmons (made up all mine!) playedMitchie sang to herself softly before turning on the kitchen sink water, as she washed the dishes for Camp Rock she allowed her voice to grow stronger.
"Hey," Mitchie heard a familiar male voice through her headphones. She sighed inside her mind and pretended to be stuck in her own little world. Like ignoring a pesky door marketer person, right?
"Mitchie,"
Silence. This was a new kind of silence for Mitchie. Never had ignoring Shane Gray's presence felt so amazingly awesome.
"Mitchie,"
Great, he was that one marketer that refused to give up hope. Oy vey! Go away!
She saw and felt her earphones be taken away; she allowed her voice to fade with it.
No more Vendetta… irg to the five millionth power.
"So," Shane sighed.
"Do you have anything to say to me? If not, well, I have dishes to wash," Mitchie hissed.
"Are you okay?" Shane asked,
"No, I'm not… at all," the teen shot back.
"Well talk to me when you are," the world widely famous rock star yelled.
"I'll make sure to put it on the top of my Least Important Priority List," Mitchie said sarcastically yet in an extremely calm voice and tone.
"Whatever," he mumbled before storming off.
Mitchie shook her head and laughed happily. Being mad at Shane Gray was even better than ignoring him. As she washed the dishes she made her priority list for the next day. Number 1: Apologize to Shane Gray…
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There you go. And please leave a review, not great or good job; tell me what was so great. I need specifics!