Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plotline.

A/N: Okay, so I've never written anything except for Harry Potter fics, so let me know if this is really bad, okay? Thanks!

So, this story was inspired by from the fact that I watched Camp Rock and also because I just got tickets to see the Jonas Brothers. I'm pretty excited!!

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Today is bright and sunny outside. So it should be a good day, right? I think not!

A moving truck has just pulled up a few houses down from mine. That house has been for sale ever since I moved into this neighborhood. It's so big that I don't think anyone has been able to buy it because it's in a price range that would make anyone's jaw break detach itself from their face then smash hard onto the floor. Well, the family has just arrived outside of the house. I looked down from my window and actually gasped.

Connect Three! Could it get any worse?

Yeah, I know every girl in the U.S would kill to live near these boys but I'm not every girl. I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself. My name is Mitchie Torres and last summer I went to Camp Rock. There, I meet Shane Gray from Connect Three. I didn't really like him at first. He came across as an arrogant jerk but after spending a little time with him, I learned the real him. He's actually a really nice guy. We got pretty close that summer. I really liked him and I think he liked me. However, thing never last in the world of Mitchie Torres. As soon as I left Camp Rock, Shane and I fell apart. I wrote to him a few times but after a while, we just stopped talking.

So why am I so upset that he is now moving in down the street from me? Honestly, I can't answer that. I don't even think I know why. All I know it that it bothers me. I watch as all three boys follow their parents up to the porch and wait impatiently as their mother unlocks the door. They quickly disappear through the door and I can no longer watch them. Instead, I watch as lights start flickering on through the windows. I watch the progression as the family moves throughout the house. Lights start coming on upstairs. I guess the boys are looking to claim their own rooms.

"Mitchie? Can you come down here?"

I jump off my windowsill and head downstairs. My mom is waiting in the living room for me.

"Did you see that we have new neighbors? Why don't we go over and see if they need any help moving in?" My mom suggests cheerful. That's my mom for you! Always cheerful and ready to lend a helping hand.

"Do I have to?" I plead.

My mom frowns, "Is something wrong, Mitchie?"

I sigh and shake my head. I don't feel like telling my mom. Anyway, I don't even know what I would tell her. I can't even figure out what's wrong!

I follow my mom slowly over to the Gray's new house. It seems, if possible, bigger as we approach it. It's unreal! I just want to stand at the curb and stare at it. Such a house should be only a few houses down from my humble little home.

My mom doesn't seem to be fazed by the size and keeps walking at a normal pace. I feel forced to keep up with her. She get up to the porch and is about to press the doorbell. I hold my breath as I hear the sound ringing deep in the bones of this hallow house. I wonder if it would sound smaller and muted when the furniture is put into the house.

Mrs. Gray answers the door before I even have a chance to contemplate whether it's too late to return home or even hide in a bush.

"Hello, we're your neighbors. We live just over there in that house!" My mother says, pointing at our house. I'm ashamed to say that I felt embarrassed of my house. I felt my eyes lower toward the ground.

"We were wondering if you'd like help moving into your house", my mother offered.

Mrs. Gray smiled, "We would love the help, but you really don't have to!"

"Nonsense!" My mother laughs, "We would love to help!"

"Well, alright! Come on in!" Mrs. Gray said, standing away from the door to let us in. I looked around the entryway. Even though the house was empty, it was still the most impressive entryway I have ever had the privilege of standing in. The walls were still white from when they were first built. The ceiling arched beautifully, going down into two while pillars that looked like they could have once belonged in Rome.

"Wow! You home is beautiful!" I gushed.

Mrs. Gray beamed, "Thank you! You know, I think you're about the same age as my boys!"

"Really? You have boys? That's great. Mitchie is always complaining that there aren't any kids her age living nearby. Well, isn't this great!"

Mrs. Gray frowned, "Mitchie? I've heard that name before. Well anyway, I bet you would like to meet the boys! Nate, Shane, Jason! We have company!"

I felt my stomach flip as she called them. I really hadn't expected that I would have to face them this quickly. I wasn't ready yet! I heard feet running down halls and finally trampling down the stairs. I quickly looked down, hoping to hide my face if only for a moment or two.

"Boys, these are our new neighbors!" Mrs. Gray announced. I could feel their eyes on me but I wasn't about to look up. Perhaps they wouldn't recognize me? Oh, who was I try to kid!

"Hi! I'm Mrs. Torres and this is my daughter, Mitchie!" My mom said, pointing at me. I still didn't look up.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Torres!" I heard Nate say.

"Hold up a moment, aren't you boys from Connect Three?" My mother asked. I bit my lip. She was catching on.

"Yes! I'm Nate. This is Jason and this is Shane!"

"I believe we've already met!" My mom said to Shane.

"Hi, Mitchie!" Jason shouted, coming over to me. I finally forced myself to look up. Just in time, too! Jason ran at me and quickly had me buried in a tight hug. I forced a smile and hugged him back.

"Hi", I say when he lets me go. He back away from me and I see Nate smiling at me. I smile back and look at the ground.

Mrs. Gray rescues us from what would have been an awkward silence and tells the boys to show me around the house. I look up and Jason offers me his arm. I take it with a smile.

"Would you care for a tour of our home?" Jason asks in his best 'cruise ship host' voice.

"I'd love a tour!"

As I let myself be led around by Jason, I tried my best not to make eye contact with Shane. Unfortunately, he seems to be trying to do the exact opposite. I can feel his eyes on me. I try not to look at him but end up looking at him indirectly. I can't see his expression. Jason tugged at my arm. Apparently, I had stopped moving. Oops! I followed Jason up the stairs to look at their rooms.

"This one is mine! It's the biggest. Since I'm oldest, it was only fair that it should belong to me. I'm planning to paint it blue. What do you think?" Jason asked excitedly.

"That's great. I'm sure it will look absolutely amazing!" I said, half distracted.

Nate grabbed onto my arm and led me to the next door, "This is mine. I wanted a room in the front of the house. There's more light in front. Plus, I can just look out my window to see if whoever is at the door."

I smiled and felt a different hand wrap around my arm. I didn't need to look to know whose it was. Shane pulled me other to the farthest door. It was also in the front of the house.

"Mine is the oddest shaped. See?" Shane said as he opened the door to his new room. I walked inside and looked around. He was right; it was rather odd shaped. His room was rather angular. It was mostly a square, minus the random walls that jutted out at certain places. His closet sank into the wall. It was like a cave with door. I liked. I looked at the ceiling and saw that it, too, was angular. It became higher after the entryway to the room. In the middle, it started to come back down again until it came to the window where it finally leveled out. There was a nice window seat. I would so love to have a room like this.

"Wow! Your room is awesome!" I said and without think, looked at Shane. I regretted it when I did. A thousand emotions seemed to pass over my brain at once, making me extremely confused. I looked away and noticed that me face had heated up. Great! Just great! Shane made me blush just by looking at him!

I walked out of his room and went back downstairs to see what my mom was doing. She was sitting on a couch with Mrs. Gray. Apparently, they didn't really need any help moving things in. They had hired a moving company. I walked over to them.

"I think I'm going to head home. It was nice meeting you, Mrs. Gray! You have a lovely home!"

Mrs. Gray smiled brightly, "Thank you, Mitchie! Come over anytime! The boys and I would love to have you over!"

I smiled and walked out of their house. I walked down their driveway thinking about how I was finally safe. No more having to hide from Connect Three! That's when I realized I was being followed. I turned around to see Shane chasing after me. I stopped reluctantly and let him catch up to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I sighed, "Why didn't you call me or at least write a letter or something?"

Shane shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I should have."

"You think?!" I yelled at him and then started to run. I don't know what had gotten into me. I usually never yell at people, especially those that aren't related to me. I couldn't help myself. Shane really got under my skin sometimes. He could have called. I mean, I wouldn't have killed him just to call a few times if only to say 'hi' and to top it off, he gets a girlfriend! I stop abruptly in front of my front door. Is that what this was all about? Is that why I was so mad at him. I suddenly felt my face redden with embarrassment. I was mad at Shane Gray for having a girlfriend! I pinched my eyes shut and took a deep breath. Was I really going to mad over a boy I didn't even like? Or did I?

I quickly brushed the thought from my mind. It was impossible. Unthinkable! I quickly opened the door and dashed up the stairs to my room. I locked the door for the first time in years. I rarely lock my door. I never really have a reason to. Most times, when I'm upset, I'd talk to my mom about it, but with this matter, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. For the first time in a very long time, I wasn't going to tell my mom everything.

I threw myself at my bed and quickly grabbed a pillow. I screamed into it as loudly as I possibly could. I'd seen this on movie so many times and every time, the girl always came away from her pillow looking slightly better. I know, it's just TV, but it was worth a shot, right? I put the pillow down and sighed. No luck feeling even the slightest bit better. Darn!

I heard the front door open somewhere below me. My mom had returned from the Grays' house. I went back to my door and unlocked it. It made me feel guilty to shut my mom out off my life. I opened the door and wasn't surprised when I say her coming up the steps, heading for my room.

"Well, honey, is there something you want to talk about?" My mom asked. I could seriously hug her right now. She always looking out for me and I love her for it.

I half smiled, "You noticed?"

My mom bit her lip, "I think everyone in the house did, sweetie."

I frowned. My mom registered my confusion and gave me a soft smile.

"We kind of heard you and Shane outside talking. Do you like this boy, Mitchie?" My mom asked gently, coming in my room and sitting on my bed. She patted the bed next to her and I slowly sat down.

"Yes…no…I don't know? I really don't know how I feel right now. I'm just way too confused."

My mom nodded, "Well, I'm not sure I can really help you. But I can offer you a cup of hot chocolate. Would you like that?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks Mom."

My mom shrugged to show it was nothing and then left my room. I listened as she walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. I could hear her start to rattle a few dishes. A cup clattered onto the countertop and I could hear a spoon being dropped into it. For some reason, the sound of my mom's cooking always had a soothing affect on me. Perhaps the girls in the movies should try listening to my mom cooking. It works a lot better than some lame pillow!

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A/N: Okay, please tell me what you think. I swear if it's bad I'll just stop. So please, please, please, please comment!