A/N: Random Smitchie oneshot. It's cute, it's fun. I was satisfied with it. After writing my sad Smitchie earlier (In Another Life) I wanted a happy one.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or places you recognize from Camp Rock. Their characters may be tweaked a bit, but hopefully not too much.


Mitchie rolled her eyes at the pout Shane wore when she turned to face him again.

"What's so special about him?" he asked bitterly, referring to the guy Mitchie just watched walk pass.

"He's cute," she shrugged.

"Cute! Mitchie you're not supposed to think other guys are cute! Only me!"

Mitchie rolled her eyes again.

"Of course I think other guys are cute, but every time I see a cute guy I remind myself of how cute youare, how much I love you, how sweet you are, how you can always brighten my day. And suddenly," she smiled at him, "that other guy doesn't look so good anymore."

"You're just saying that," Shane muttered dejectedly.

"Does it matter? Even if I was just saying it, you have to know it's true. Because you're more than just cute, I do love you, you are incredibly sweet and you do brighten my day. So really, every cute guy just helps you out."

"Doesn't seem it."

"They do, because I know they'll never be able to compare. What I've got is so great, no one could even come close to it."

Finally Shane smiled back at her.

"I am pretty irreplaceable aren't I?" he smirked.

"I wouldn't go that far popstar," she smirked back.

"But babe, you just said, no one can compare to me and my greatness."

"And now I'm taking it back," she nodded. "That boy over there could probably compare. Maybe I should go find out."

"Hey!" Shane called after her as she actually got up and went to the boy.

Shane was pissed as he watched her go up to the guy, who was clearly checking her out, and start a conversation. He pouted when they laughed and glared when he nodded and pulled out a piece of paper, scribbled something on it, and handed it to her.

Mitchie smiled as she made her way back to Shane and his obvious grumpiness.

"Well did he compare?" he asked, the bitterness from earlier returning to his voice.

"I can't be sure, that was such a short interaction. He was nice though, look what he gave me," Mitchie answered pulling the paper from her pocket.

"Just great, you're out picking up guys and getting phone numbers when you're out with me. What a date," he said yanking the paper from her hands, intent on ripping it to shreds. The words caught his eye before he got the chance though.

Turn left at the 3rd traffic light
Right at the 2nd stop sign
Keep going straight and you can't miss it
It'll be on the left

"What? He give you directions to his house?"

"No silly," she laughed. "We're going putt putting!"

"What?" he asked confused.

"Honestly Shane, did you think I'd go hit on another guy. I asked him if there was anything fun in the area for a date. He said there was putt putt and tada! We got directions and something to do for the afternoon."

"But I thought – nevermind," he shook his head. "Putt putt you say?"

"Yeah," she chuckled. "What do you say?"

"I'm in," he said getting up from the bench they were on.

"You know," Mitchie smiled as she wrapped an arm around his waist and his went around her shoulders, "you're cute when you're jealous."

"I wasn't jealous!" he insisted right away.

"Uh huh, sure popstar."