Author's Note: I know I should be focusing on my other stories, but I couldn't help it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
"Trust me," Shane assured, caressing the younger girl's cheek. Numerous amounts of people had known the name, 'Shane Gray,' since he was the lead singer of the band, 'Connect Three.' His mystifying, russet eyes seemed to be glancing down at her gentle, auburn eyes. She seemed to be entranced by his gaze, and began admiring him. His ebony locks were such a luscious shade, caressing his flawless complexion. His famed status had only improved her desirability for him.
"O-okay," Mitchie, a girl three years junior to him, murmured, her breath rolling off of him. Her lashes fluttered, her eyes fastened shut. A pale pink tinted her cheeks, seeming to turn a deeper shade. She continued to ponder in her mind, why she was here with the infamous Shane Gray.
"Are you comfortable with this?" he muttered soothingly, his breath brushing against her ear.
"Y-yes."
Stroking her brunette locks, he caressed the back of her head, and tilted her backwards. A hesitant expression swept over her, but it soon turned into bliss as she felt his intimate contact of lips.
She muffled softly as she sensed an innocent kiss.
She somewhat smiled before jerking away to regain her breath.
"Wow," was all she could say.
He seemed to pause in his tracks, unknowing what to say.
"What's wrong?" Mitchie inquired, arching an eyebrow. Her auburn orbs slightly widened as she seemed to emit a gentle gasp. She reeled backwards, and collapsed; shaking her head, she looked upwards only to see herself looking at her.
She was lost at words, and murmured, "How- can- what's going on?"
She pressed her fingers to her lips, which had emitted a rough, masculine voice.
Shane merely gaped, and screamed, which was an irritated, feminine shriek. He shuffled towards the pond, and peered down at his reflection; yet, it only showed Mitchie.
"This isn't possible!" Shane exclaimed, frantically.
Mitchie was on the verge of passing out, in Shane's body, that is. In her pocket, was a vibrating cell phone, so she hesitantly answered the call. "H-hello?"
"Shane? What's the hold up? We're waiting at Mrs. Torres's house," Nate said directly.
"Uh, yeah, she's here. We'll go back soon," Mitchie, while in Shane's body, said.
Shane had a terrified expression over his face.
"Mitchie," Shane said, feeling awkward that he was talking to himself, "We somehow switched b-bodies! What're we going to do?"
"Calm down, we'll try to figure out something. This doesn't make sense at all…"
"I have a concert coming soon," Shane stated the facts.
"Okay, we can panic now! But I know most of your songs…"
He gave a drawn out sigh, and answered, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. But nobody would believe us if we explained…"
"For now, let's just play along for a few days. That means, you'd have to stay at my house," Mitchie explained.
"I-I can survive a few days," Shane said, chuckling nervously.
"I wonder if Mom- well, Mrs. Torres now, would let me sleep over."
Shane and Mitchie were strolling towards Mitchie's house, from the nearby park. As they reached an average-appearing, white-painted neatly on, house, Shane uncertainly rang the doorbell. "H-Hi mom, sorry we're late," Shane, who was in Mitchie's body murmured.
"Come in, come in. Go change, Mitchie," Connie, Mitchie's mother said directly, pointing towards the staircase.
"Uh, okay," he answered, smiling nervously at Mitchie. He stumbled on the staircase, anxiously making his way to Mitchie's room. He peeked into an open bedroom, which he assumed to be Mitchie's room. It was a fairly sized bedroom, with a large poster of Connect Three on the wall. He smirked at the sight, but his expression dropped when he was supposed to change clothes; Mitchie's clothes.
While Mitchie paced around downstairs timidly, wondering how Shane was doing.
"What were you doing all this time? You're late," Nate commented, frowning.
"Um, sorry," she said hesitantly.
Shane, who was in Mitchie's body, came waltzing downstairs uneasily. His, or actually her extensive brunette hair was certainly untidy with strands sticking out in numerous angles. He was wearing a loose-fitting tee-shirt that was an ashen color, which hugged his form. A petite skirt came cascading at his knees.
She grabbed his arm and whispered intently, "You better not have anything 'funny.'"
"I'm not perverted, if that's what you're accusing! Your bra put up quite a fight!"
Mitchie rolled her eyes, a blush creeping upon both of their cheeks.
"Mitchie, dear," Connie said to Shane, "I asked you to dress up a bit, not dress down. Go fix your hair."
"I- I'll help you," Mitchie uttered, grabbing Shane's arm, leading him back up to her bedroom.
Shane cursed out loud, groaning in aggravation. "Nothing makes sense! This is…inhuman! There's no logical explanation for this…"
"Stay quiet for now, and hold still." She grabbed a brush, and stroked his, or actually her, cascading brunette locks with the brush. The brush would run slowly and gently through his, or her hair as she sat behind him holding his head steadily. Her fingers would occasionally run through his silky brunette hair along with the brush.
Shane was one of the most important people in Mitchie's life. She appreciated the fact that she even gotten the chance to meet him, let alone be his girlfriend. As much as she loved him dearly, she didn't want to become him. A blush tinted her cheeks; she found herself trusting Shane.
"Well, thanks, I think," Shane muttered.
"Yeah," she answered, going downstairs to meet Nate and Jason.
"Shane!" Jason exclaimed towards Mitchie, greeting her with a firm embrace. She suddenly yelped, and jerked away, collapsing to the ground. Jason arched an eyebrow, not knowing why that was Shane's reaction.
As Shane, in Mitchie's body glared; he frowned upon Jason hugging her.
"What's up?" Jason inquired bluntly, "It's as if you two switched bodies."
Mitchie merely gaped that of all people, Jason came up with that. Shane chuckled nervously and said, "Out of all your ideas, this must be the silliest."
"Well, Shane never avoids my hugs," Jason said, and Shane rolled his eyes, "especially when they're full of happiness and warmth!"
Author's Note: I was inspired by that switching event on Disney. I don't know if I'm going to continue this.
