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A/N: I was inspired by recent events... oh, yeah. Don't me wrong. I don't think it's funny. It's sad that amazing JB fics are getting deleted. I hate to see my friends' stories gone. But what can we do? Just wait until J.O.N.A.S comes out or til FF makes a JB section. Anyway, to help you all with your sorrow... Mitchie will experience the exact same thing. She will get her stories deleted. How will she handle it? What will Shane do? Will she ever be able to post her stories again?

Co-written with: Blazekriegg Maverick

JUNE

Summer had started. It was a nice, warm day. It also seemed like it was a nice, QUIET day at the Connect 3 house...

"Nateeee." Jason Parker whisper-yelled, reaching over to poke his friend Nate Bleu. Who was sound asleep next to him on the couch. "Can you make a birdhouse?"

Quiet day? Ok, apparently not.

Nate Bleu groaned. Jason had never respected Nate's sleep. Nate always compared Jason to a baby. "Babies always wake you up in the middle of the night, don't they?" Nate always said. Sure, Nate loved Jason. They were the best of friends despite their differences. They were like BROTHERS. But Nate liked to sleep. He really liked to sleep. When Nate slept, he got inspired. And when Nate got inspired, he wrote a song. And the songs that were inspired by his dreams always ended up being hits. Nate, Jason and their other best friend, Shane Gray, had band you see. A band called: Connect 3. And they were huge. Which was why everyone respected Nate's sleep. Everyone but Jason, that is.

Nate had never really understand what was the deal with Jason and birds, and he had never really bothered to ask. Yep, YEARS of friendship and Nate didn't know why Jason liked birds, birdhouses and birdwatching. All he knew was that Jason always asked him, Shane and anyone really... if they could make him a birdhouse. Jason had bothered Shane last summer, now he was bothering Nate.

"Can you give me a break?" Nate retorted, turning over and putting a pillow over his head.

Jason frowned.

Sarcasm wasn't a foreign language to Jason Parker. We-ell, sometimes it was. But not all the time. He usually played dumb and shook it off. The only times he let Nate know he had understood what he meant were when Nate acted almost as smug as Shane.

"A break? But school's out, it's SUMMER." Jason said, a (fake) confused look crossing his face.

Nate sighed. Jason stared at him. That was all he could to keep from laughing. He loved to tease Nate. Jason saw him like a little brother. A little brother he could bother.

"OK, OK!" Nate threw the pillow at the other couch, sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Is that a yes?" Jason grinned. He really wanted a birdhouse. Summertime was the best time for birdwatching. "IS THAT A YES?! You'll make ME a birdhouse? I LOVE YOU, MAN!" Jason exclaimed, hugging him so tightly Nate started to turn blue.

HAHAHAHA. Blue. Get it? Nate Bleu... turned blue.

Ok, bad joke.

Sorry.

"Jay, Jay! AIR!" Nate managed to choke out.

"Air?" Jason gave him an odd look, pulling away a bit. Nate pointed at his blue face. "OH! Right!" Jason stopped hugging Nate. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly.

"Next time..." Nate sai trying to catch his breath. "Next time I agree... to do something for you... I'll have... a restriction order..." He said panting.

"Rest... what? You want to rest?" Jason acted as if he were even more confused.

Nate's eyes widen in horror. He did NOT want to get engrossed in a conversation like that. Not now. He was tired. Jason stopped teasing Nate when he realized something really important.

"LOOK! OPRAH'S ON!" He exclaimed, grinning.

Jason loved Oprah. That was of common knowledge. Jason's eyes were now glued to the TV. Nate was about to ask if Jason still wanted the birdhouse but then he decided it would be better if he went back to sleep. He started to walk upstairs. As he did so, he passed Mitchie Torres. Shane's sort of girlfriend and their very good friend. They had met her at Camp Rock last summer. Why weren't they going to Camp Rock this year? I have no idea. Anyway, Mitchie was typing furiously and grinning. Nate stopped in mid track.

List of common knowledge at the Connect 3 house:
- Jason loves birdhouses and Oprah (must tell him when she's on TV).
- Nate's fluent in sarcasm.
- If you touch Shane's hair products, you're dead meat.
- Uncle Brown isn't British, he's Australian.
- If Mitchie grins like a Cheshire cat, you should run for your life.

"Are you..." Nate gulped "... grinning?"

Mitchie looked up from her laptop and laughed.

"Yes, Nathaniel." She grinned even more. "Why? Is it a federal crime to grin at the Connect 3 house?"

"If you do it, YES." Nate said uneasily. "It's ALWAYS a sign that I have a problem... or will have..." He added, remembering the last time Mitchie grinned liked that.

It had been the time she had tried to set him up with a date with her friend from school, Sierra Whitney. It had been the most awkward date Nate had ever went on. Sierra was the most weird girl he had ever met. Not GOOD weird, but BAD weird.

Nate shivered at the memory.

Mitchie chuckled. She knew exactly what he was thinking. She was about to say something about it when the door burst open and Shane walked in carrying drinks from Starbucks.

"Hey guys..." He bobbed his head. You know, what guys do to greet each other? Yeah, that.

Shane had acquired a new habit over the year. Waking up early and buying breakfast at Starbucks. Which made Uncle Brown happy. he didn't like being the uncool guy and having to pour water over his nephew in order to wake him up. Shane loved Starbucks. And Starbucks loved him. Actually, the WAITRESSES loved him. They constantly tried to hit on him. But he was oblivious. The only girl he had eyes for was Mitchie Torres.

Which was why he noticed her grin from feet away. Mitchie had a closet of smiles, grins and smirks. Shane knew them all. This wasn't a "I'm so glad to see you" grin. It was a "I'm up to something" grin. Shane got scared, remembering the last time Mitchie had grinned that way. It was the day she tried to pluck his eyebrows. He made a face at the memory. Mitchie grinned even more.

"Mitchie. Why... are you grinning?" Shane asked curiously as he made his way to the kitchen, where she was sitting. On the counter to be precise.

"Oh, it's nothing." Mitchie looked down, still grinning.

Shane and Nate exchanged glances.

"We're doomed..." They said in unison.

"DOOMED?!" Jason jerked his head up. Oprah was teaching the audience how to make waffles. But what was going at the Connect 3 house seemed to be much important.

"Mitchie is grinning." Nate explained.

"Ohh." Jason nodded knowingly. He stared at Mitchie with horrified fascination, wondering what she could possibly be up to now. Then saw what Shane was holding. "Did you get a Frappachino?"

Mitchie giggled. She found pretty amusing how Jason always went from horror to happiness in a question of nano seconds.

"Catch." Shane tossed Jason one of the drinks he had been holding.

Jason catch it. They had been practicing that all winter. Instead of playing baseball. Connect 3 loved baseball. But not during winter. So last winter, they tossed Starbucks drinks at one another and muffins.

"Well," Nate said slowly, backing away. "If I'm not here, apocalypse won't find me. So uh, bye."

With that said, he left the room. Nate did NOT want to go on another date with Sierra or be part of any of Mitchie's so called evil plans. Plus, he still wanted to sleep. Shane stood there frozen. Mitchie shook her head. She couldn't believe how the boys were acting.

"Dramatic much?" She commented looking at Shane.

"Uh, yeah. Dramatic... you know Nate." Shane said faking coolness.

He touched his eyebrows unconsciously.

"You do realize I was talking about you too, right?" Mitchie laughed.

Shane shrugged and smiled a bit.

"So... what are you up to?" He said, sitting next to her.

"Ok, don't panic but I am..." Mitchie started.

"SHANE, THIS FRAPPACHINO HAS A HEART IN IT!" Jason shouted, interrupting them.

"What?!" Shane looked over at him. Jason showed his coffee. Shane rolled his eyes. "Why must all Starbucks ladies do these to me? Is it the Starbucks way of flirting?" He mused.

Mitchie punched Shane on the arm.

"Yo, what's with the violence?" Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's just the way she shows her love for me." Shane said, waving his hand.

"Is Mitchie J-E-L-O-U-S?" Jason asked.

Mitchie went over to Jason and punched HIM on the arm instead.

"Dude, it's J-E-A-L-O-U-S." Shane told Jason.

"Really?" Jason asked.

"Really." Mitchie replied. "And just for the record... I AM NOT." Mitchie frowned. Shane smirked.

Mitchie stuck her tongue out at him.

"So, WHAT are you up to now?" Shane asked her as she sat back down.

Shane was scared it might have to do something with him, but he wanted to know what his girl was doing.

"I'm fictionexpressing." Mitchie grinned excitedly.

Fictionexpress was this fairly popular website young writers put their fandoms on. Unlike FE's sister site, Fictionkingdom (for original stories), Fictionexpress was for stories from characters of Larry Dotter, The Witches of Wackefield Place, Johanna Bandana, etc. Characters, shows, anything that already existed. Mitchie LOVED that website. She loved reading and writing about bands.

"Do you eat enchiladas with that?" Jason teased.

Before anyone could say anything, Nate zoomed downstairs. Nate's love for Mexican food was the equivalent of Shane's love for hair products and Mitchie, and Jason's love for birdhouses and Oprah. If you named any Mexican food he would wake up faster than if an earthquake happened.

"DID SOMEONE SAY ENCHILADAS?!" Nate shouted.

"Men." Mitchie sighed, looking at the ceiling and shaking her head.

"Fictionexpressing?" Shane repeated, ignoring Nate and Jason. "About what?"

"Before Jason and Nate so INTERESTINGLY interrupted..." Mitchie giggled. "I was about to explain what's Fictionexpress and what I'm fictionexpressing about." She paused. "Don't laugh but..."

Shane looked a her expectantly

"I'm fictionexpressing about you and I getting married." Mitchie said trying to keep a straight face.

Nate burst out laughing.
Jason awed.
Shane spit his coffee in shock.
And Mitchie... well, Mitchie grinned.