Hi Guys! Weenie, here (Yes. My name is Weenie. No, it's not my actual name, sillies.) This is my first-ever Camp Rock story. Please go easy on me here. (I'm not new to Fanfiction, but I might as well be.) This fanfic is SMITCHIE.

"Hey loser, think fast." A snowball dove through the air with amazing speed and cuffed a brunette girl on the back of her head.

Mitchie winced. It felt as if the snowball had smacked her brain out of its stem. It took her a moment to focus her vision so that she's only seeing one figure of Shane Gray. Her cheeks turned a slide shade of red- not due to embarrassment, but anger. She hated him with a burning passion. Her gloved hands shook involuntarily with rage.

"SHANE!" she said through gritted teeth. Her patience with him had been running thin. As much as she'd love to beat the living daylights out of him, his mom and her mom were best friends, preventing her from doing so.

She had known Shane ever since they were brought upon the world. He was three years older than him, although less mature. When they were younger, Mitchie had a huge block of patience with him. As the years went by with Shane in her life, he had turned that block into a very small pebble.

Shane shrugged. "I warned you."

It took little of Mitchie's willpower to scoop out a large batch of snow into her hands and chuck it at the smirking popstar. Did I forget to mention that Shane Gray was a teen heartthrob worldwide? He was the lead singer of Connect 3, a well-known band.

The snowball was easily dodged by Shane, just by stepping to his left side without much effort. After his action was met by a loud shout from Mitchie, his smirk broadened into a wide grin. He couldn't help but gloat. His hands rose to his ears and he wiggled them like a little kid, sticking his tongue out as well.

"Miss me, miss me, now you gotta-" he began, but was cut off short by a cold, wet, snowball hitting his face.

"Bulls eye!" Mitchie said, smiling in satisfaction. "You were saying?"

Shane wiped his face, a small sneer replacing his grin. "Oh, it's on."

"Bring it, honey!" she taunted, but making a dash for it.

Shane chased her around the Torres' yard. Mitchie tried to find decent shields from a trashcan, to a rake, to a snow shovel.

After getting pelted by each other numerous times, the two rivals made up their own forts. Fort Cuddles and Fort Steel.

"Fort Cuddles?! That's got to be the dumbest name I've ever heard!" Shane scoffed whilst making ammo to throw at the opponent- Mitchie.

"And you think Fort Steel is any better? Can you be any more original? Seriously, Shane, I-" she was cut off by a snowball to the shoulder.

"Don't let your guard down!" Shane taunted, preparing another snowball.

"You fat-headed jerk!" Mitchie screamed. She gathered more snow for artillery. Once she had reached about twenty, she got up, shielding herself from the snowballs that were thrown by Shane, and chucking out hers wildly.

Mitchie made sure that Shane was buried in snow before making her way up to him. "I think that's enough for one day. All this snowball fighting's got me working up an appetite. Besides, I can't handle beating you all of the time. It's too much."

She was surprised by a hand shooting up from the pile of snow and grabbing her leg and pulling her down. She let out a yelp before hitting the soft floor.

Shane emerged from beneath the white fluff, a grin planted on his face. He got up, without lending as much as a single hand to Mitchie.

"Yea, I think I'm going to go and help myself to that last pumpkin pie."

"No! Shane, I told you! I called dibs on that!" she complained, getting up to her feet, brushing off the snow that was covering her lower body.

"First one to the kitchen gets it." Shane said. Not waiting for an answer, he ran to the front door and disappeared from view, leaving Mitchie stunned and fuming.

LOL. Well, what do you think? Hate it? Love it? If it's the former, please lie. :-) I'll update if I get good feedback.