Author`s Note : Wow. That's all I can really say right now because just wow. I'm amazed at the response I got to the story. Eee! Six reviews, two faves, and nineteen alerts!? Seriously!? I love you guys! Thank you to everyone! I'll be sending you guys private messages and responding to reviews after this. But thank you, thank you, thank you! 3 So who's ready for chapter one!?

Disclaimer : I do not own Camp Rock, but the song lyrics are my own.

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Locked and Loaded

by xo Astral Love

Chapter One

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May 19th, 2009

"Oh darling, hold on tight, hold on tight.
Just cling for dear life with all of your might.
He's stealing your breath, thieving your soul
Threatening to seize your heart whole."

People try to tell me all the time that I'm nothing special. Want to know what I say to them when they point that out to me? "Tell me something that isn't quite so obvious." Queue rolling my eyes and walking away. Seriously, do they think I'm blind or conceited or something? Because I'm not. I know I'm not special. Whenever people do that, I seriously just want to stare at them and then smile real big and go, "Hi! My name's Mitchie and I seriously don't know anything about myself! Can you point out everything that you? Starting with the most obvious?" I mean, I might as well considering that's basically what they're doing already. Some people actually act like it's my fault that I'm famous for doing nothing.

Seriously though, it isn't. It's the damn paparazzi and anyone with two eyes and a brain who knows that two plus two equals four would realize that. At least I would hope so.

If not, then I hate to break it to you, but I think the world might just be doomed to the major times ten squared.

"Don't hesitate and don't fall for that charm
All you'll find is a shattered mirror reflecting harm.
So place up the guards and barricade your heart.
Before he comes and brick by brick tears you apart."

To be honest, if Connect 3 hadn't lived right next door to me when they moved to Texas right before Nate was born and then stayed for the first seven years of their life, I probably wouldn't be where I am now. Hell, if I had been born any other girl, I wouldn't be where I am now. It's all thanks to that day at the hospital when my mom was bringing me in for a check up and ran into Nate's mom who was just getting released, holding a small cute little baby. What happens when moms see other moms? They have to stop and chat and become insta best friends. At least, that's what happens with our moms apparently. They've been the bane of our existence since we first discovered they were sharing our diaper day pictures with anyone who came over - including our friends. Insert shudder moment.

But that's okay because Nate is like a brother I never had. He's a heck of a lot better then the two sisters I got graced with. So are Jason and Shane. My sisters wouldn't be so bad if one of them wasn't eight and spoke in half English and Spanish and the other was a cool twenty year old instead of one that likes to sing My Achy Breaky Heart over and over again. At four in the morning. With the song blaring in MY room. Yeah, I think you can tell that we already don't get along that well. Meanwhile, the guys are totally rad. We just sit around and chill out while listening to music or else we play games and just…act like brothers. Okay, weird for me to say that but it's true. I'm basically one of the guys. No worrying about annoying country songs or trying to translate words, just us and the music and the games and the comfortable companionship.

Sigh. Just thinking about that makes me miss them.

"Oh, you poor little angel with big brown eyes.
What happened to that statue carved from ice?
How could you let him come along and melt you away?
Baby girl, don't let him lead your astray.

"You sad small girl with Hershey's chocolate hair.
Promise me you won't let him lift your hopes in the air.
All you'll get for granting that evil man your affection
Is a broken heart and yearning for long forgot attention."

So let me spell it out in simpler terms:

I'm famous by association because I'm childhood best friends with all of Connect 3 and I might as well be another part of their family. When they first got signed, I was supposed to be kept secret because my mom and dad were all like, "No, our little girl will get eaten alive by them mean ole nasty reporters and journalists and the like!" But of course, anyone who knows Jason knows that he can't keep a secret for two cents. So day after they get signed and they get interviewed, guess who's name gets mentioned? Mine! So ever since then, my name has gone hand in hand with the last name Grey. So people know me for that. Oh and they also know me because I live with them. How'd that happen? Easy, it was either London or New York.

I think you can easily pick out which one I chose. It was either my boys or my sisters. Of course it's going to be my boys! Who would pick a stinky bed wetting eight year old and a twenty year old who sounds like a cat in heat over Connect 3? No one in their right mind, let me tell you!

…And that really wasn't much simpler. Okay here goes.

I've known Nate, Shane, and Jason since before I started school. I'm like family to them. My family lives in London so I moved in with them so I could stay here. I'm only famous because Jason mentioned that I was friends with them.

And there you have it, folks, that's why I'm famous. And why every girl hates me because I live with and have known the three hottest guys in all of America for the past decade plus of my life. Jeez, aren't I so lucky?

"Oh darling, just hold on to your little glass box.
Lock away those imagined late night talks.
Put away the day dreamed kisses and hugs.
Swallow it down before he comes and mugs it away.
Oh honey…don't let him steal you from me."

Let me tell you one thing though, living with them. Oh boy, it is not normal. For me it is, but how about I introduce you to the world of Connect 3 and let you walk in my shoes for a little bit? Well wait! I'm already doing that!

So let me be the first to say, welcome to my life and the blog that tells you everything and anything about what's going on it! But all right, guys, I gotta get going. School's almost out - finally, government class felt like it was going to go on forever - so I need to go ahead and get ready to dash for the limousine. You would think after a few times of it being seen, people wouldn't freak out anymore. But those teen girls who want to see the boys never get tired of chasing it or trying to mob me to hold me hostage. It's suckage.

Hey that rhymes!

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"Seriously, Mitchie, could you detach yourself from that thing for more then…I don't know, five seconds so I can tell you about my day?" My head shot up as my dark brown eyes focused on the face of my best friend Sierra Monroe. She was glaring at me for what felt like the umpteenth time that day and I gave a small apologetic smile as she placed her hand on my laptop and shut it just right after I managed to click submit for my myspace blog. "Seriously, Mi, pay attention to me." Normally she wasn't like this but even I had to admit that I was being an ignore all around me, focus on computer nerdo to the extreme today. It almost made me feel bad. Maybe just a little. Yeah, a small bit.

My smile grew bigger as I shot her a glance with an apologetic look on my face. "Sorryyyy. I didn't mean to push you to the side or freeze you like the iceberg that hit the Titanic today. I just…" I dared a glance at the other students who were slowly gathering their items as they blinked sleepily. Motioning for her to lean closer, I slipped my laptop into its carrier case as she rolled her eyes before tilting her head in a "listening" position. "Jake asked me to write a blog about what it's like living with the boys."

Almost immediately her hands were slamming down on her desk and she was looking at me with a wide eyed look while yelping her surprise in the form of, "WHAT!?" I winced as the other students in the room turned to stare at us and I glared at her before waving my hand up and down telling her to be quiet. Sierra had the modesty to blush before shaking her head and giving a sheepish grin. "What!? Are you being serious? That's huge."

Her reaction only caused me to roll my eyes as I stood and straightened the bottom of my red tunic blouse. "Oh whatever. It's not that big. It's just to give the band a bit more publicity and focus on the fact that they're normal every day people who just happen to have people obsessing over them."

"Oh please, like that's normal." I smirked at Sierra's words as we pushed out into the hallway and started elbowing our way through the masses of teenagers excited for the second to last day of school. I think I might have been one of the only people who honestly could have cared less that we were about to have the entire summer free. Mainly because I wasn't going to. Babysitting the boys is a full time job and school is my vacation and escape from it. I love the boys but they can get obnoxious sometimes. "Ready for the mad dash to our ride?"

I raised one eyebrow as I peered out past the doorway that led outside. "We do this every day of our lives, like we have been doing since two years ago. You would think that the girls around here would get used to seeing this." Both of us shared a look before I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. "Ready as I'll ever be." And with that, we pushed our way through the double doors that led outside and straight into the waiting sea of girls that immediately started screaming.

And no, they weren't screaming for us. We were just their sign to start screeching like banshees because that meant they might catch a glimpse of Nate, Shane, or Jason.

Do you know what it's like trying to make your way through a crowd of screaming fans? Especially ones that are your age or younger who are jumping up and down and crying hysterically or else just doing one of those? And don't even get me started on the ones that hold those signs that say I LOVE YOU. And sometimes MARRY ME from women who are old enough to be our mothers or grandmothers. I feel bad for their kids, that has got to be the most embarrassing thing ever.

"Ow!" Sierra was glowering as she elbowed a girl in the side and we started to make a path through the girls. The girl whipped around and glared at her before humphing and going back to crying out something about Shane. "Do these people honestly have nothing better to do with their time?"

It caused me to laugh as I slid between two girls and grabbed Si's hand, pulling her through right before they went back to bumping hips with one another while singing Burnin' Up. "If you count drooling over Shane's face as something better to do, then yeah, they do. They just choose to not do that." We both laughed as we saw the limo door open and Brad step out of the stretch vehicle. "Brad!" The only thing the large security guard did was nod as he blocked the door from the mobs of girls at the front who were now crying and screaming garble at the top of their lungs.

"Mitch! Hurry up!" Shane's perfectly styled head had popped out from the top of the limousine through the window and he wore a look of impatience as we made our way toward them slowly. He was wearing aviator sunglasses that took up half his face and if it weren't for the fact that he was the only one out of them that had straight black hair - well black hair period - you wouldn't have been able to recognize him.

Except for the fact that along the gray tuxedo jacket he wore, the name Grey was emblazoned in silver threading that glistened with diamonds.

"Ugh. Please tell me he's not wearing that jacket. Again." Sierra groaned as we finally got within arms length of Brad. The man didn't immediately pull us in though and we had to fight our way through the last bit of girls. But I couldn't help but agree with Sierra inaudibly. This meant no after school lunch.

Again.

For the third time this week.

My stomach protested at the thought and I scowled and pouted. "Hey!" I didn't have time to dwell in my sorrow at the thought of no Jason's Deli when I felt hands grabbing at my backpack and I turned around to see a thirteen year old girl crying her heart out and crying out, "I love you, Shane!" I didn't even bother to say anything back as I growled and yanked my backpack away before slipping under Brad's arm and into the safety of the limo.

"Took you long enough, jeez. What were you and Sierra doing? Gabbing with Caitlyn?" Shane was huffing in his corner of the limo, his leg stretched out across the seat and his arms crossed over his chest. Would it be a bad thing to say that I wanted to smack the pout right off of his pretty little face? I'm being serious.

"Ignore him. He's in one of his moods. Speaking of Caity…where is she?" Nate had scooted over for me to sit down beside him since Shane was taking up the entire backseat of the limo. I plopped down beside him and dropped my backpack to the ground as Brad climbed into the car and shut the door. My shoulders raised in a shrug as Jason read my mind and handed me a banana which I gratefully took and bit into skin and all before moaning my gratefulness.

"Mi, you should seriously consider peeling it next time. You look uglier then usual when you don't do that. Cause the skin sticks out of your teeth and just, it's all ew." Shane shuddered as I glared at him before baring my teeth to show the strands of skin that were stuck between my teeth. "That's so gross!"

"Your face is gross, Grey. Now shut it and let me eat in peace."

Welcome to a typical day in my life as Shane Grey's best friend.

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Author's Note: Soooo, yeah. I'll be honest, I did not like this chapter. I went back through and rewrote it and rewrote it. But the ending part of it was just so hard for me to write for some reason. I have no idea why either. But oh well. it will get better I promise you! In chapter two, there's going to be a closer look at how the boys and Mitchie react with one another. In fact, right now, I'll include a teaser! ;D How does that sound? Don't forget to review!

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Teaser

"First comes loves, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage. But that's not all, that's not all! Here comes Shane singing -"

"R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Find out what it means to me!" I couldn't stop laughing as Shane held up his hairbrush and starting singing Respect by Aretha Franklin into it as if he were on American Idol or on stage. His eyes were screwed shut and his mouth wide open as if he were crying or screaming and the sight was just hilarious. Seriously, I don't know how to describe it. It's one of those Kodak moments. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Who knows that means to Shane?" I scoffed at his horrible ad libbing and he directed a glare my way as I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Ooo, ooo I know!" Nate was jumping up and down beside the kitchen island, his hand raised high in the air with a look of excitement and glee on his face. "Pick me! Pick me!"

"And let's go with the curly haired kid beside the toaster. For one hundred points, what is respect to Shane?" Shane's face had grown serious as he spoke into his brush some more and his voice had deepened as he pretended to be a talkshow host. I was giggling insanely at this point and Sierra was just shaking her head as she watched Jason slap his hands over his mouth to keep himself from blurting out the answer.

Not that there was one.

Just as Nate was about to open his mouth to say something, Jason blurted out his answer. "It means saying his hair is shiny and not touching his straightener or waking him up in the morning or saying anything wrong to him and making sure you give him everything he wants and not to mock him when he goes, 'Do you know who I am!? I am THE Shane Grey."

"JAY! Take that back! That is so not true!" Shane was gaping at his older brother and was stamping his foot like a five year old.

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"IS NOT! I'm going to kill you if you don't take it back!"

"Sorry, no take backs!"

And with those words from Jason, he went running from the room with a very red faced Shane after him and Nate just sat at the counter pouting as we listened to laughter and shouts fill the apartment as the pop star and guitarist ran from room to room. Sierra had broken down in laughter and I was followed closely behind her as we clung to each other.

I don't think tact was even Jason's strong point.

"That was what I was going to say..." And with those words, Nate slunk lower in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest like a kid who had just gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.