Shane was my best friend. I've known him, and his whole family ever since day one, when I came into this world; five and three years after Jason and Shane did, and a month before Nate, and years before Frankie.

Basically, the Torres family has been best friends with the Grey family forever and will stay best friends forever.

Simple memories to this day can prove that the Greys and Torreses will be best friends.

"Shanie! Gimme back mah gweetar!" little three-year-old me exclaimed, chasing Shane around my house.

"Mwaha, never! And it's guitar, not gweetar!" Shane exclaimed back at me. I pouted and crossed my arms.

"Shane! Give little Mitchie her toy guitar back, please?" Mrs. Grey asked her second son. Shane reluctantly gave me back my guitar, and I hugged it in pleasure.

"Tank you Shanie," I replied, getting my hair ruffled from Shane. I grunted because he knew I hated when my hair got ruffled.

Someone else now ruffled my hair, and I felt bits of apple falling down onto me. I looked up and saw Jason standing there, Nate next to him, munching a delicious apple from my backyard tree.

"Dwason!" I exclaimed, mad at him for getting bits of apple in my hair. He saw that I was mad, and took Shane, Nate, and me outside. He brushed off the crumbs.

"Why are we out here? I wanna go play videogames!" Shane exclaimed. Nate looked so serious.

"I wasn't gonna brush off my apple crumbs in Mitchie's house. That's disrespectful. Also, I wanted to see the blue-footed boobie." Shane rolled his eyes.

"Jason!" Nate looked at his older brother. "Enough about those birds!"

"Yeah, Jase. They're pretty stupid."

"Hey! It's not stupid! I love my birds. And, don't worry, Squirts, once you're sixteen, you'll get to go to Camp Rock!" Shane and Nate made an air fist and shot it.

"Yes! But that's," he counted on his fingers, "ten years! I can't wait ten years! You only has to wait eight more years!"

"Yeah! Jason, Mitchie and I has to wait thirteen years!"

"Yeah! Dwason! We has to wait…"

"Thirteen years. Don't worry, Baby Mitch and Nate, you'll get there," Jason said, picking me up and leading us back into my house.

"Dwason?"

"Yes, Mitch?"

"Dwat's Camp Wrock?" Jason chuckled a little, and then cleared his throat.

"Oh, Baby Mitch, it's where you can play instruments, and meet friends, and have fun." Simple words enough for a three year old to understand.

"Oooh… Mommy! I wanna go to Camp Wrock!" Mrs. Grey rolled her eyes at her first born son.

"Jase… I told you don't get their hopes up. They have to wait quite a while."

"But so do I!" Mrs. Grey glared at her son, and he stopped complaining. Me, being a three year old, didn't have any manners like Jason did, so I blurted out the question.

"Daddy, why is Mrs. Grey so chubby?" Hey, at least I didn't say "fat!" My parents looked at each other; concerned that Mrs. Grey would get mad.

But all she did was giggle, as if it wasn't anything to be upset over. My parents sighed a sign of relieve, but still scolded me.

"Mitchelena! How impolite. Apologize, right now." I wanted to cry since I was three and being scolded, but I didn't.

"Sowwy Mrs. Grey. I didn't mwean to be impolite." Mrs. Grey kneeled down to me and hugged me.

"Oh, sweetie. You don't know. Connie, she's only three."

Mom nodded, and replied with, "But that was still impolite." Mrs. Grey shook it off. She looked at my parents, and gave the best explanation that she could.

"Mitchie, when two people love each other very much, they do some thinking. And that thinking eventually leads to babies nine months later." I looked at her fascinated. I inhaled, excitedly.

"So, basically, dat's how Dwason, and Shanie, and Nate, and I is here!" I exclaimed, very fascinated. She chuckled a little, and nodded her head.

"Mommy and Daddy, do you love each otha very much?" I asked. My parents looked at each other with smiles on their faces, and replied with a gushy, "Yes."

My Mom lifted me into her arms. "Bascially, Mrs. Grey is having a baby."

"OOH! A BABY! I LOVE BABIES!" I yelled, squeeing my mother's arms.

"Honey, keep it down." My father commanded me, sweetly. I replied to him with an, "Okay, Daddy."

"How far along are you, Denise?" my Daddy asked. Mrs. Grey rubbed her tummy in delight.

"Oh, about eight and a half months. This little baby should be here in a few weeks. Estimated on September 28th."

"Oh, my! That's so close. Are you ready?" Mrs. Grey laughed. I love Mrs. Grey; always in such a happy, cheery mood.

"Oh, Connie! I've done this twice before!" my parents laughed along with Mr. Grey who was just appearing in the kitchen.

"Mwister Grey!" I excitedly said, holding out my arms so he could pick me up. Mr. Grey is like an uncle to me.

"Hey, there, kiddo." He said, petting my head. He put me down.

"Come on, Mitchie. Let's go play on the computer," Jason said, holding out his hand. I took it happily, and we went to my family's computer room, where we were playing some sort of musical game. Shane yawned.

"Come on, Mitchie! You can hit dat key!" Nate cheered me on. A yawned came out of Shane.

"Booooooooring! I wanna play real instruments!" Shane exhaled. I jumped off of Jason's lap and went next to Shane.

I hugged him, and he patted me back. He had a big smile on his face, and glanced over at Jason and Nate. Jason and Nate came over to us and put us into a huddle.

Our parents had caught us, and with their Polaroid camera, took a snapshot.

Four smiling kids- how perfect?

And that's why we're best friends. Because we mess with each other! And we still do. Childhood memories never fade away; but still, there's a lot more memories to go.

Basically, this is all Jella/Smitchie/Naitlyn fluff and memories. Multi-chaptered. It's also how Shane and Mitchie are best friends, going through the years. :P