This is really very pointless, but oh well.
"All right then," Shane watched my face carefully, obviously challenging me to lie. "I wanna know the real Mitchie Torres. Tell me everything."
"Like...?" I waved my arms in a manner to suggest he needed to be more specific.
"Favourite colour?"
I looked down at my top. "Red."
"Food?"
"Anything but burgers."
"Band?"
"Jonas Brothers."
"What!?"
"The Jonas Brothers. They're my favourite band."
"Why?"
"Because they just are, ok?"
"Whatever. Favourite singer?"
"Joe Jonas."
"Why?"
"'Cause he's fit."
"People say I look like him."
"Nah. You're 5, he's 10."
"Are you trying to annoy me?"
"Yes."
"Huh. Should've realised that. So what is your favourite band and singer?"
"The Jonas Brothers –"
"If you say Joe Jonas I will scream."
"Ok...The Jonas Brothers and Nick Jonas."
"Mitchie!"
Ha, sorry random.
