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By the time we were ten, Nate and I both noticed, along with Jason, that there was something different about Shane. He was definitely changing. The three of us did not like it at all.
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"Happy birthday, Shanie!" I exclaimed. He glared at me.
"My name is Shane, not Shanie. I'm thirteen, you're ten. There's no time for fun and games anymore!" I was taken about at how Shane could be so cruel.
I had started crushing on Shane when I was seven, and he was ten. I felt like it would never happen; there was that three age gap.
I looked down at the floor, and felt Jason's hands on my shoulders.
"It's alright, Baby Mitch, he's just not in a good mood today."
"Why?"
"I don't know… it could that I've been in Camp Rock, and he has to wait another three years… I don't know. He's just… not himself anymore. You and I both know it."
"I know it," Nate said. I sighed and the three of us walked outside to embrace the sun's warm August rays.
I sat down at the picnic table, upset that my best friend could have talked to me like that. My best friend, my crush.
Jason was now fifteen, and I grew closer to him each and every day. He was my "big brother" because he always protected me. Nate and I were like twins, and like Jason and I, were growing closer.
It seemed like Shane was spreading more away from his family and friends now because just because he turned thirteen, he thought that he couldn't be a kid; nonetheless, enjoy himself in his teenage years.
To try and make me feel perky, Jason started talking.
"Wow… you guys are entering middle school. I can't believe it. My baby brother and little baby Mitchie are going to sixth grade. While that miserable other brother of mine is graduating eighth grade." I giggled a little.
"I'm nervous, Jason," I admitted. He looked at me with his caring eyes. He rubbed my back, then patted it.
"Oh, Baby Mitch, everything will go just fine. I'm in the building next to you guys, so if you need anything– Nate this goes for you, too– come get me during lunch time, alright?" I smiled at him. Even if he could be "out there" Jason always gave brotherly advice.
"Yeah, Mitchie, besides, we're gonna be in the same quads, and we have the same classes!" I beamed at my twin-like friend.
"Mitchie, Nate, Jason! It's time for Shanie's birthday cake and presents after!" Mrs. Grey called. We hopped off the picnic bench to go to a glass table, where Shani– I mean Shane's awesome birthday cake was placed.
In blue icing, it had read, "Happy 13th Birthday, Shanie!" Shane came from behind his mother, and looked at the cake. He had a face of disgust on it.
"My name's Shane! Why can't anyone get that right!" He smacked the cake, and, of course, I stood (always) in the right places.
Ice cream cake had splattered all over me. I had glasses at the time, so my glasses now had cookie ice cream smeared over it. Man, cookie dough! The best ice cream ever!
But it hit– my best friend just smashed cake into my face. He stared at me, and the only way I saw was because the ice cream started to melt away.
"Shane Adam Grey! How could you do that to Mitchie!" Mr. Grey scolded at him. He looked at me, only with disgust, and headed for the pond by his house.
"Shane Adam! Young man, please, get back here!" Mr. Grey was starting to get mad. Shane held his hand up in the air and put it back down. It was his way of saying, "No."
"Mitchie, sweetie, are you okay?" Mr. Grey asked. I nodded, but I wanted to cry. Making sure I didn't get smushed cake on him, and turning my head, I cried into him. He gave me to my dad.
"How can he do that to me?" I sobbed. I cried into my daddy's shoulder, so upset that my best friend did that to me. Jason and Nate ran after Shane. The Grey's backyard was in close proximity to the nearby pond, so you could hear Nate and Jase yelling.
"YOU STUPID IMBISULE! YOU WANNA BE TREATED LIKE A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD? THEN YOU GET CALLED THIRTEEN YEAR OLD NAMES! DO YOU HEAR ME, SHANE ADAM?!" Jason screamed at the top of his lungs. I cried more into my father's shoulder because I hadn't seen this side of Jase, either. Nate looked like he wanted to punch his own brother– but he did something worse.
He pushed Shane into the pond. Nate ran towards us.
"Nathaniel Jerry!" Mrs. Grey screamed at ten-year-old Nate. She looked disapproving at him, and Nate started to cry. He hugged his mother's hugs and sobbed, and sobbed.
The both of us created a chorus of sobs until Jason and Shane came back. Mrs. Grey had her arms wrapped around Nate, while Mr. Grey held Frankie. I was now in my mom's arms.
Shane looked like he– honestly?– wanted to cry. He looked at me apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Mitch."
He brought me into a hug, and I wrapped my arms around him.
Sorry for the meanness. It just kinda fit Shane's character at the beginning on Camp Rock… lol. But yeah. I think the next chapter will either be when Mitchie's fourteen or fifteen or when she's sixteen and going to Camp Rock for the first time… what do you think?
