A/N; The next little drabble! Hope you guys like it! Reviews make me smile ;) Repost lah!
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Mitchie Torres has an unusual laugh.
It tinkles and tickles his ears like it's some kind of musical instrument (the piano in the Mess Hall comes into mind), and all he wants to do is bottle it up and never let anyone else hear it.
It can't be a normal laugh, because Shane obviously doesn't feel the same way when Jason laughs.
But then again, Jason laughs like a hyena, and there's nothing more unattractive than one third of Connect 3 literally howling on the floor.
But then again, he's off the topic.
Mitchie looks at him like he's grown two heads and Shane reminds himself that not everyone can read his mind.
He blinks innocently at her, before smirking. Mitchie's bright, bright eyes (they sparkle in the sunlight like his hair on good days) widen and she opens her mouth to squeal when Shane deftly tips their rocking canoe over.
They're both spluttering and coughing, their feet barely skimming the bottom. Mitchie glares at him, and Shane can't help but grin cheekily back. She looks like she's about to slap him, and he raises an arm over his face.
Connect 3 connected over this face.
Mitchie rolls her eyes like he's some superficial jerk of a rock star, before splashing him with murky lake water.
Shane had the decency to look appalled, even if he did look better with his hair slicked back (courtesy of Camp Rock Lake).
She simply laughs, distracting him to the point where Shane couldn't care less if Connect 3 didn't connect anymore.
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