Disclaimer: We don't own Camp Rock or any other people mentioned in this fic.

A/N: This is a humor fic that Pyro and I just HAD to get out of our minds. We apologize if characters seem a bit OCC. Ha, oh yeah, this is definitely…jeez…I couldn't stop laughing! By the way Vale…this is dedicated to you…hopefully you discover why soon.

A quiet, brown-eyed girl sat at her bedroom computer, sifting through her email. One caught her eye. 'I'm going to behead Katy Perry because I feel like it.'

'What kind of email is that?' Mitchie thought. She clicked on it, curious of its contents. 'This is cool,' she thought, reading it, playing with the strings on her purple blouse.

"I'm going to behead Connect 3 because I hate them…" she murmured, filling out the email. Once completed, Mitchie forwarded it to her friends, anxious to see their reactions.

Little did she know, her boyfriend, Shane Gray of Connect 3 overheard her saying those words to herself. Being the airhead he often was, he believed that his girlfriend was plotting against him and his band. 'Mitchie,' he wailed silently. 'I thought you loved me!' Taking a deep breath, he decided to face her about her so-called "murder plot." Shane knocked on Mitchie's bedroom door.

"Mitchie, baby?" he called. "What'cha doing?" He walked in warily, unsure of what his girlfriend was doing. He kept the door open, just in case.

"Nothing," she replied. "Just going through my email." She didn't turn to face him, so Shane narrowed his eyes, looking for signs of something wrong with her…like being taken over by an alien life force…or something like that.

When she still didn't turn around, he yelled, "Mitchie! Look, I don't know what you're on, or if someone's telling you to do something to rip us apart, but…" he dropped down to his knees, "you don't have to be scared to tell me! It's okay, I forgive you!"

Mitchie turned around to stare blankly at him. "Huh?" She got up, and Shane simply stayed on his knees, staring at her in surprise.

"Wait. Are you planning on attacking me here? You're not going to like, sedate me, drag me to some random forest, dump my body somewhere…you're going to kill me…in your bedroom?" He rolled his eyes. "That's so lame Mitchie!" He crossed his arms, and Mitchie widened her eyes.

"Shane…do you need me to call someone? Nate? Jason?" Under her breath she muttered, "Psych ward…"

Shane got up. "So…you're not planning on beheading us?"

At that, Mitchie blinked. "Where would you get a sorry-excuse-for-a-question like that from?

"From you, of course." He rolled his eyes. "I heard you Mitch! You said it out loud! 'I'm going to behead Connect 3 because I hate them.' See?" He was staring at her in a crazed way, but Mitchie merely threw her head back in laughter.

"Oh! That! Oh, yes. You had better sleep with one eye open, Shane. Because it's coming when you least expect it." Mitchie said, gravely while smirking inwardly. 'Let's play with him for a bit.' She thought.

"But Mitchie!" Shane cried. "I thought you loved me!"

The brunette had to struggle immensely to refrain from laughing at the pathetic face her boyfriend had on. "Keyword: Loved. Shane, I just don't love you anymore." She said it teasingly, but Shane wasn't exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer…

"What? What did I do!?"

Mitchie caved at the heartbroken tone Shane was using. "Shane," she said, softly. However, her efforts were in vain. Shane was still spouting off things he would do to improve. When he neared twenty-one, Mitchie decided to try again.

"Shane, sweetie. I was kidding." She said the words slowly, letting him comprehend the words. She waited until the realization came to him.

Shane stopped listing. "So you still love me?" he said, turning to Mitchie, eyes wide.

"Again, I repeat: What kind of sorry-excuse-for-a-question is that?" Mitchie replied giving Shane the smile reserved only for him.

The popstar sighed in relief before giving Mitchie a breathtaking grin. "Then you won't mind if I do this." he murmured, giving her a chaste kiss.

Mitchie giggled. "Of course not." She stopped when Shane shot her a glare.

"Then what was with all that "I'm going to behead Connect 3" crap?" At this, Mitchie laughed once more.

"Didn't I tell you I was checking my email? I was forwarding something. That's all." Mitchie said. "Not plotting, no scheming, and no hating."

"Oh." Mitchie smirked as she watched her popstar slowly blush undiscovered shades of red.

"So, Shane. Why did you come up here?" He paused, putting his chin in his hand, as though thinking. After a minute or so passed, he grinned sheepishly.

"I forgot."

A/N: If you're wondering what exactly the Email was about…you'll have to wait until the very end. Muah ha ha. Review please!