Crush

by xoCookieDoughxo

Connect Three used to be Connect Four. Their adopted sister, Mitchie Gray, was part of the band. But when Mitchie is lost during a Christmas vacation, she isn't found until three years later. And a lot can happen in three years, including falling in love.

1. Crush

Crush----------------------------------------Does she like him? Does he like her?

So…I really wanted to make this into a story because I couldn't find a story that had a storyline I wanted. Anyways, if it's too much work I might just make it into a something-shot. And also, I might be really, REALLY slow to update. But thank you for reading, y'all!

The very boring but necessary so I won't get a lawsuit fired on me disclaimer: (See, that's WHY it's called a DISCLAIMER. It's to disclaim something, meaning to not claim. Boo.) I do not own Crush, or David Archuleta, or Nate Black, Jason Gray, Shane Gray, Mitchie Torres. Converse, because I know it's going to show up somewhere, Sierra Jansen, Caitlyn Gellar, Angelina Jolie, Katie Holmes, John Lennon, the Beatles, all the clothing brands in the world, pretty much everything you think I don't own.

Lyrics and song titles by me (Except anything with a band name under it. XD)

Peace. Love. Jonas.

xoCookieDoughxo

Sadly, the only thing I own is the storyling/plot/blah blah blah. So…PLEASE ENJOY!!!

Ages: (For the uninventive at heart, NO, these are NOT the real ages of the characters. I've actually have someone complain to me, "Ashley Tisdale is not 23! Gawsh!" Seriously, I know that. )

Michaela "Mitchie" Torres……………………………………………………………….16

Shane Gray………………………………………………………………………………20

Nate Gray………………………………………………………………………………..18

Jason "Jace" Gray………………………………………………………………………...22

Caitlyn "Caity" Gellar……………………………………………………………………16

Sierra Natasha Jansen……………………………………………………………………17

Crush

No, it was never and would never be just a crush. It was a feeling that bound him crazy, made his heart ache, made him think about her, but mostly thinking about curling up with her and giving little kisses. No, it was never and would never be just a crush.

I hang up the phone tonight
Something happened for the first time
Deep inside
It was a rush, what a rush
Cause the possibility
that you would ever feel the same way
About me
It's just too much, just too much

Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we can be
Where this thing can go
Am I crazy or falling in love
Is it really just another crush?

December 12, 1997, 4:18 P.M

Elizabeth Harris and her husband, Austin Gray, were sitting in front of a grumpy woman, her brown hair neat and tidy in a bun, a light blue suit on her with a grey pencil skirt. "Yes, Madam, they would like to adopt Michaela Torres. Yes, Mitchie, that's her name." The woman held the slim black phone in her hand tightly, the pale skin over her knuckles stretched until it hurt. Then she loosened her grip nervously and held the phone just as tight as before. "Elizabeth Anne Harris-Gray and Austin Keith Gray. Yes, their ID number is with me, yes, they have other children, three of them apparently. Jason Austin Gray, Shane Joseph Gray, and Nate Ellis Gray, ages 10, 8, and 6, all boys."

The woman looked at Elizabeth and gave a cheeky smile while covering the speaker with her hand. "Mrs. Harris-Gray, Vandy Micheals would like to talk to you." Elizabeth quickly snatched the phone out of the other woman's hand, while Austin leaned in eagerly. Elizabeth chattered on, when finally the boys, Jason, Shane and Nate, heard cries of happiness from the room.

"I think that means their unhappy." Jason said, crossing his thin, stick like arms. "No, it means we have got a new sister, Mitchie Gray." Shane said calmly. Shane was quite intelligent at his age for an 8 year old. Nate just looked up with big brown eyes, while Shane rolled his eyes. "No, Nate, they're not trading you for her." Nate's eyes sparkled with a look of relief before silently sitting on the ground again.

Elizabeth and Austin came out, followed with "Mrs. Grumpface" as the boys had labelled her. "C'mon boys, let's meet your new baby sister!" Austin said, grinning while picking up Shane and grabbing Jason's hand. The two boys giggled with glee while Elizabeth picked up Nate, still sucking, satisfied with his activity. They walked past a couple doors, made a left and then a right (Jason had to go to the washroom) then another left into a long hallway with even more doors. Mrs. Grumpface opened the one with a clipboard and a pencil attached to the front. Shane made out some words:

Micheala

No last name. Found at the front of the orphanage, wrapped in a blanket. Dr. Jones did a quick look and took her as 3 months, take or give or week. Girl, reddish-brown hair, brown eyes. Four years old.

Birthdate: Unknown. Born in the year of 1993.

Shane could only make out that much when the family was unshered into the room. A little girl sat on a bed, her bangs covering her forehead. She had brown hair with red undertones, and her brown eyes were scanning a picture book curiously.

"Micheala?" Mrs. Grumpface asked gently. Micheala looked up from her book and set her eyes on the woman. "Yes, Mrs. Williams?" "Micheala, today is your lucky day! You're going to be adopted by the Gray family."

The family expected joy from the little girl. But the little girl stood up, grabbed a little bag from the bedside table, and gave a nod at Mrs. Williams. "Alright. Goodbye, Mrs. Williams." Mrs. Williams looked sadly at the child but gave a small smile. "Goodbye Mitchie." Then Mitchie took the open hand Elizabeth had, and walked out the door, giving one last smile to Mrs. Williams.

June 20, 2006, 5:45 P.M

Mitchie Gray lunged at the brown ball and caught it, the flying rubber smashing into her left palm. Suddenly, she felt a body on top of her, and then another five million pounds added on. "GUYS! GUYS! GET OFF ME, I'M A GIRL AND I HAVE A BACKBONE THAT DOES NOT WANT TO BE BROKEN!" She screamed. The weight lifted and Mitchie groaned as other five million pounds didn't lift. She knew who it was, as it always was. "Shane Gray, get off me right now." Shane, a tall, and HEAVY 17 year old, shook his head no. Jason snickered while Mitchie huffed. She took her hands and tickled Shane's stomach. "Get off!" She growled, as finally a laughing Shane rolled over. Mitchie smoothed her purple t shirt and her knee length jeans. "Hey squirt." Shane said, leaning his elbow on Mitchie's shoulder. Mitchie rolled her eyes. She was tall and slender for a thirteen year old, her height reaching up to Shane's shoulders, which was pretty tall. "Did you know you weigh twice as much as your brothers?" She snapped, still grumpy. Shane held up his arms in a pose. "It's all muscle, I'm so buff." Mitchie reached for the stomach part above his bellybutton and pinched it. "Err…More like flab…" Mitchie teased as Shane chased her halfway around the backyard.

"They fight like cats and dogs." Jason said, shaking his head. Nate could only nod back darkly.

Nate's Flashback

"Nate, man, I gotta tell you something." Shane said, running his fingers in his long, dark hair. "Yeah, shoot, man." Nate said, leaning his arms on the red velvet armchair in their L.A. home. "You know when you love someone you're not supposed to?"

"Never felt it, why? You like Angelina Jolie or Katie Holmes or something?" Nate joked, knowing the two woman were over unreachable. "No…Someone, closer. Way closer." Shane said, rubbing his chin. Nate knew that the rubbing his chin action was a "Shane Sign" of lost in thought. "Yes who?" Nate said, leaning in from anticipation.

"I think I like…Mitchie…." Nate laughed. "Mitchie? MITCHIE GRAY? Our sister?" Shane looked at him blankly. "You're not kidding." Nate said darkly. That was because secretly, deep down there, he also like Mitchie too. The brothers had always thought of Mitchie as their sister, but there were the occasional "other feelings" in the household too. For them, they belonged to two boys, Nate and Shane Gray.

"I knew you wouldn't understand! I don't know how this happened…Crap…My sister…" Shane said in angst.

And all Nate could do was think about what he was going to do. Because he was never as close to Mitchie as Shane was.

End of Flashback

Shane went past the white french doors, going into the kitchen, lured by a heavenly smell. "Oh, man, what's that smell, mom?" He said, inhaling the scent. "Oh, don't inhale too much, blubber boy, I think you don't need anymore flab." Mitchie said, grinning wickedly. Shane growled and chased Mitchie down the hallway. "SQUIRT!" He yelled, his footsteps thumping loudly on the second floor. Mitchie ran into her room and shut the door, the lock clicking shut. "MITCHIE SQUIRT TORRES!" Shane yelled. There was the sound of a zipper and some tinkling, before she came back out, fluffing her chestnut hair.

"Hey, bro, where's Mitchie-" Nate started, and his jaw dropped. Mitchie's bangs were parted, her hair straightened, with some dark eyeliner. She was wearing a black t shirt with white accents, and grey jeans, a leather white belt sliding down the side of her thigh. She was wearing brown cowboy boots, brown earrings, and held on to a brown purse. "Do I look good enough?" Shane and Nate were bewildered. "Look good? You look GREAT!" The boys said excitedily, Shane giving a glare at Nate afterwards and Nate looking sheepishly back. "Wait…What's the occasion?" Shane asked.

Elizabeth stepped into the hallway, her black high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Darling Mitchie here is on her first date!" The brothers looked up in surprise. "FIRST DATE?!?" Again, Shane snuck the evil eye at Nate. Nate looked away this time, rolling his eyes after Shane switched his sight to Mitchie again. "With who, Mitch?" Shane asked, trying his hardest to stop blowing his cover. "Oh, you won't believe it! Callum Dillon, the HOTTEST GUY EVER at school!" Shane raised his eyebrows. "Callum Dillon? Isn't he dating Cassidy Wilcox?" Mitchie waved her fingers in the air. "Not anymore. He dumped her months ago."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Shane got up from his crossed-legged position furiously and Nate ran to get the door. He wanted to see this "Callum Dillon for himself." When he opened the door, the boy look surprised. He had long, blond hair, styled like Shane's but a tad shorter, and blue green eyes. "Oh, um, is Mitchie Torres here?" He asked politly. Mitchie came out and gave her flashy smile. "Yes I am!" She said, giggling. "Oh, Callum, this is my brother, Nate, and the ugly dork over there-" Mitchie said, pausing and pointing her thumb at the couch in which Shane was seated in-"Is Shane. My other brother, Jason, is somewhere doing something." Callum nodded and put his arm around Mitchie. "See you guys." He said, Mitchie waving back.

When Nate closed the door, Shane locked himself in his room. Typical jealous Shane.

1 month later, August 20, 2006, 6:45 P.M

"Do you catch a breath
When I look at you
Are you holding back
Like the way I do
Cause I'm tryin, tryin to walk away
But I know this crush ain't goin away, goin away"

Shane ended the song with a little microphone flip and a spin, then a back throw. "Thank you, America, for letting us sing a cover of David Archuleta's CRUSH." Nate pursed his lips, knowing there was a certain "Little Miss" this song was about. Shane was not a romantic, Nate was, and he was hopeless. Clueless, bird-loving Jason was just going crazy on riffs on his guitars, and Mitchie was the audience, flipping through a book while sarcastically saying "Yay. Yay. Yay." Repeatedly.

"You know what, smart mouth, you sing." Shane said, tossing the mike at Mitchie, which landed perfectly on her thick novel about John Lennon. "She turned the microphone a bit in her hands and rolled her eyes. "No thanks, hot shot." She said, tossing the mike back. "Did you just call me HOT?" Shane said, leaning his arm on the table in the garage and sneering. "I did not, jerk." "Stop flirting with me!" "Stop provoking me!" "Oh? So I'm provoking you AND THEN you flirt with me?" "No, only an idiot would flirt with you!" "Right…So now you're calling yourself an idiot?" "Uh no, I'm calling you an idiot." "Yes, I know, I love myself. But you, however, is a different story. So…" "I do not freaking like you!" "Ah, so almost cussing now, eh? A sure sign of-" "YOU BEING MELODRAMATIC!"

"Sing for me-err, us, and I'll consider this conversation never said." Mitchie groaned, knowing there was no way out of this. She picked up a guitar and plucked some strings. Okay.

Shane is a barf bag

His skinny jeans always sag

He thinks that he's so great

He doesn't know he's the center of hate

Shane is a barf bag

I swear, when he grows up, he'll marry a hag

He thinks that he's so great

I bet that all he'll have is bad fate

Nate and Jason erupted in fits of laughter, while Shane frowned. "Oh, dude, she TOTALLY owned you." Jason said, swishing the strap of his guitar on to his shoulder. Nate clapped heartily and set his bass on the ground, tapping around with the drums. Mitchie shot Shane a sick grin, then walked over to Nate.

"Good job, Gray."

"Back to you, Nate Gray."

"Hah."

"Hey…Can I try the drums?"

"Sure. Just tap around like this." Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Boom. Boom. Tap, Tap. Tap. Tap.

Mitchie banged around, finally getting the hang of it. She went tap tap tap and boom boom boom. Every beat she got hold of in seconds. Shane, Nate, and Jason looked in surprise at their adopted sister, just tapping around, but really making beats and music. "You. Are. So. Good." Jason said, his jaw hanging. Nate nodded. "Way." Mitchie smiled sheepishly. "Cal taught me?" Shane snickered. "Cal? As in Calcium?" "Callum, ding dong." Shane rolled his eyes, the subject of Callum ticking him off. Especially how Callum had a nickname and he had flubber boy, fatso, idiot, curse you, ding-dong, ect.

"You are so in Connect Three…If you want to." Jason said. Nate nodded and Shane crossed his arms, which was a fine from him. "On one condition." Mitchie said, sly. "It has to be Connect FOUR."

"Alright dudes." Nate said.

And that is how Connect Three shaped into Connect Four. Shane Gray, guitarist and lead vocals, Nate Gray, bassist and lead vocals, Jason Gray, lead guitarist, and Mitchie Gray, drummer and background vocals.

Connect Four made their first album, She'll Never Know. It sold out quickly on the first week and later on became the platinum album. Lots of fangirls loved this album especially, for the names of the songs were rather suggestive.

She'll Never Know

Just Me And Her

I'm Forgotten, Leftover

If Only

You're Falling Away

In Love With Someone Else

He Was Everything Except Hers

Just A Nobody

So In Love With You

True Rumour

Perfect

Because I'm Not

And everyone knew who wrote all the songs-Shane Gray. Except for Nate he wrote Because I'm not, and Mitchie, she wrote Perfect.

Because I'm not

All that hot

Do you want me

Can you ever see

That I want you, it's a fact

You're something that I lack

I think he's perfect

So does everyone else

But inside

I think I need some help

Because I feel

Like my heart's about to steal

Someone else

And that's just something that I can't help

Everyone that Mitchie knew was puzzled by the songs. It couldn't possibly be about Callum, could it? They were the perfect couple, Mitchie was so happy around him. But sometimes, the only person that knew her best was-herself.

October 31, 2006, 7:12 P.M.

Nate Gray walked down the hallway, his black tee and his shorts on. He suddenly heard a loud sobbing, from Mitchie's room. He crept down and pushed his back to the door, listening.

Crash! Bang!

It sounded like she was throwing objects in the room-but everyone else was in the kitchen, tasting the cake that Elizabeth had just made. Nate made no attempt to go into the room-Because he could just tell that Mitchie needed some "alone-time". That was all.

December 24, 2006, 6: 20 P.M.

The Gray family was going to their grandparents (Mary and Jack) home in Oxnard, California for Christmas. Everyone was quite excited because…Well…Elizabeth was excited because Mary was her mother and they hadn't met in what seemed like ages. It would be great to see her mother again, her snow white hair, cheery green eyes, and great, happy smile. Austin was excited because he and Elizabeth's father, Jack, had sported a passion for fishing. Hooks, lines, bait, everything. They loved to chortle at jokes while hearing the snap at the line when a fish took the bait. Then they would reel the poor victim and have fresh fish for dinner, a rare thing but tradition at Christmastime.

Shane was excited because he missed his grandparents. Oh, and the fact that there was no cell phone service, internet or webcam at their grandparents' cottage up in the hills. That meant Mitchie could not communicate with Callum Dillon without writing letters. And Mitchie hated writing letters. Nate was excited because the forest was great for sightseeing and inspiration for songwriting. Oh, and the fact that Mitchie couldn't communicate with Callum Dillon without writing letters. And Mitchie never, EVER, wrote letters. EVER. Jason was excited because there were lots of birds. Period.

Mitchie was excited because-

"Shane, honey, have you seen Mitchie?" Shane's mother asked. Shane hadn't, but was pretty sure Nate or Jason had and had probably gone to the washroom. "Washroom." He said, putting the airplane's cheap headphones on. Nate ran sat down beside Shane. "Yo man, have you seen Mitchie?" Shane got annoyed. What was up with all the Mitchieness? "Washroom." Then Jason came up and said the same question. "WASHROOM." Shane said. Then, when Shane's dad asked, Shane walked over to the ladies' washroom, tapping on the door. The door swung in, empty.

Shane ran, panting, back to his seat. "MITCHIE'S GONE! She's not in the washroom!" He said to the Gray family, rather loudly. Elizabeth panicked. "What do you mean, SHE'S GONE?" She said. "You can't disappear in an airplane, Shane." Nate said, giving him a look. "No, really, she's not in the washroom." "Wait…Did anyone see Mitchie go on the plane?" Austin said, looking around nervously. The whole Gray family shook their heads, and then realized:

"MITCHIE'S NOT ON THE PLANE!" Jason yelled, startling everyone beside them.

"No…That cannot be possible! My baby girl…" Elizabeth said, muttering to herself. Shane and Nate ran to the attendent, asking if she would make an announcement on the Public Announcement system. The flight attendent nodded quickly. "Would Miss Micheala Alexandra Gray come to Aisle 2B in the First Class area?" The family waited for hours and hours, but by the time they landed in Oxnard, they still had not found a Mitchie. And after the whole plane was cleared off, all the hope vanished from the Gray family.

They did their best, but they never found Mitchie again. Until years later, when thirteen-year-old Micheala Alexandra Torres became a woman at age sixteen.