A/N: Hey, guys! It's me. I'm not going to post anymore of my old stories, because they may get deleted. This one, I had to switch to Camp Rock, but you know the drill. Jason = Kevin, Nate = Nick and Shane = Joe. Mama and Papa = same.

Kimberly Annemarie Gray. But call me Kimmi.

That's my name. Does the last name sound familiar to you?

Well, it should, since I'm related to the Connect Three.

Jason, Nathaniel and Shane. Yes, those Connect Three.

They seem so cool and sweet and nice on television and stuff, and don't get me wrong, they are. It's just that when you've lived with them for fourteen years, it gets to be a real drag. Going on tour with them, sharing the same tour bus, who gets the last slice of cake, oh, and did I mention dating?

See, it's not all fun and games now, is it? Jason's 'I-don't-care-where-I-put-this-stuff-just-as-long-as-it's-not-in-my-way' problem, Shane's spazztic adventures after he downs way too much Red Bull and tries to see how long it takes to tick Mom and Dad off and let's not forget Nate's 'I-need-some-peace-and-quiet-time-and-if-you-and-Joe-don't-shut-up-I'm-going-to-kill-you' episodes.

Well, I gotta admit. It's fun being with my brothers. But sometimes, you just can't avoid a little sibling rivalry, eh? I've rambled too much. Let the story of my life (or at least part of it) begin!

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"Mom...mom…MOM!" I freaked out.

"Honey, don't shout. I'm right here. What is it?" Denise Gray said, looking up from packing up the last of her cookware.

"I can't find my shorts. You know, the really cute ones that are bright red? I need them. I will DIE if I can't find them."

"Just look around. I'm sure it's in your room somewhere. I'm trying to pack, sweetie. Ever since your brothers' success, I've done nothing but pack, unpack and repack tour after tour."

"Yes, mom." I grumbled.

I trudged upstairs and was about to throw my whole room apart once again when I heard a high-pitched noise down the hall. I curiously walked down the hallway to the source of the noise. Naturally, it was Shane and Jason's room. I opened the door and my jaw dropped in surprise.

Shane was wearing my favorite shorts on his head, my pink flowered sunglasses and my red Coach purse, screaming 'OMG! OMG! OMG!"

"Shane, what are you trying to accomplish?" I managed to get out.

"Shh! We're filming a YouTube video!" Jason said from one corner of the room, videotaping a prancing Joe.

"With him wearing MY clothes?! I've been looking for those shorts all day! MOM!"

"Kimmi! Just the person I wanted to see! Like, wanna go to a Jonas Brother concert?" Shane said, faking a valley girl accent.

"Like, ohmigosh…no." I responded.

"Geez, Kim. Lighten up a little. You don't want to upset…the TERMINATEOR." He whispered.

"The WHAT?!"

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around, confused. There stood a giant, ugly, evil robot!

I let out a shriek and kicked it in the balls out of pure reflex. It groaned and stumbled backwards, assuming a fetal position on the floor.

"Ugh! Kimmi! What the HELL?!" it gasp-screamed.

"BOYS! Watch your language!"

"Oh my gosh! Nate, I'm soooo sorry! You know better than to sneak up on me like that! Well, Jason, at least now I know that those kung fu lessons with you DID pay off…"

"True that." He smirked.

I helped my brother up and he took off the mask. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and scowled at both me and Jason.

"You are NEVER teaching Kimmi any form of martial arts again. EVER." He pouted.

"Sweet, I got that all on camera! I'm gonna upload on YouTube right now." Jason smiled as he dashed for his open laptop on his bed, along with three pairs of mismatched socks, a baseball cap and a pair of Superman boxers.

"Whatever. You guys are SUPPOSED to be packing. I'm actually being a good kid and actually packing! I'm not your little maid lady. Every time you guys don't pack, somehow, I end up packing for you. You guys are older than me and it seems that I'm the only one with responsibility here…" I mumbled.

"Not true!" Shane said. "I'm responsible."

Everyone except him burst out laughing.

"What?" he said, clueless.

"Okay, I'm going back to my room. Holler if you need me. So, please, don't need me." I said, and with a smirk, I walked away.

"Kimmi!" shouted Nate's voice.

I rushed back to the room.

"Nothing. Just wanted to say hi." He smiled, and then burst out laughing.

I rolled my eyes, and then walked over to my room.

Wow, I thought. Still got a LOT of packing to do.