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A/N: "Gray Stare" copyright: littleitalianachica13 - Go read her story "Daddy's Little and Unruly Girl" it's amazing. :) Also my good friend JonasPonage's "Shattered into Pieces".


Shane was shocked. So much so he couldn't even speak. He loved Mitchie. But marriage? MARRIAGE?! She was SIXTEEN and he was EIGHTEEN. JUST TURNED! Their marriage wouldn't be legal, would it? Maybe they could elope... but then Mitchie's dad would kill him. And where would they live? At the Connect 3? Would they have 2 kids? Cheaper by the dozen?! Shane started to breathe heavily.

Mitchie couldn't stand it anymore, Shane's face was too much. She burst out laughing. He shot her a confused look.

"HAHA! PUNK'D!" Mitchie cried, pointing at Shane.

Shane frowned.

"But Shane is more POP than PUNK." Jason commented, sipping his frappachino.

"Pop'd." Nate repeated, rubbing his chin. "I like it. Has a nice ring to it... yeah.. POP'D... in the microwave."

Mitchie laughed harder.

"Could you both cut it out?" Shane sighed exasperated, starting to look mad. He put his coffee down.

Nate and Jason held their breath. Shane was now giving them the "Gray Stare" as Jason had called it. A stare so cold it made your hot cocoa turn into chocolate ice cream.

List of common knowledge at the Connect 3 house:
- Jason loves birdhouses and Oprah (must tell him when she's on TV).
- Nate's fluent in sarcasm.
- If you touch Shane's hair products, you're dead meat.
- Uncle Brown isn't British, he's Australian.
- If Mitchie grins like a Cheshire cat, you should run for your life.
- If Shane gives you the "Gray Stare", you should also run for your life.

"Sorry." Nate and Jason said in unison.

Shane cleaned his lips with a napkin and didn't say anything. Mitchie laughed until tears came out of her eyes. The boys were acting so funny, she couldn't help it. She wished she had a camera. Shane turned to her and stared. Not the "Gray Stare" but a "What the hell? Why aren't you supporting me in this?" stare. Mitchie leaned over and kissed his cheek. Shane had to bit his lip from smiling. He couldn't stay mad at her for a long time. He really couldn't. And Mitchie knew it. She couldn't stay mad at him for long either.

"Careful, Gray." Nate whistled. "She's going to win this so called battle with her girly charm."

Nate couldn't believe how easily Shane forgave Mitchie. When Shane had mad at HIM it lasted weeks! But then again, Nate didn't wear skirts.

"How come she doesn't blow ME kisses?" Jason frowned.

Jason Parker had decided it was time to tease Shane even more. Nate smacked him in the back of the head, sensing what Jason wanted to do. Jason sighed in defeat.

Shane rolled his eyes at them and looked at Mitchie.

"So... anyway, what is this Fictionexpress story about?" He asked, smiling.

"You and her getting married." Jason pipped in, grinning. He turned to Mitchie. "Was I the best man?"

Nate smacked him in the back of the head again.

"Ok, now you are stretching it!" Shane glared at him.

Jason showed him his pearly whiteys. Aka: teeth. Aka: the "Parker Grin". You see, Shane wasn't the only one with a famous expression. The "Parker Grin" was the "You hate it but you love me" grin Jason always sported when people got mad at me. It was the type of cheesy, sweet grin no one could resist. Shane looked as if he were struggling to keep on glaring at his friend. In the end he gave up and grinned back.

Mitchie giggled.

"I'm fictionexpressing about..." She started.

"Once I Fictionexpressed about a girl band and I got deleted." Jason interrupted her.

Mitchie wasn't the only one who loved Fictionexpress.
Surprise, surprise.

"You used Fictionexpress?!" Mitchie smiled, glad to find a fellow fictionexpresser. Jason nodded.

"Dude do you even know how to read?" Shane asked, pretending to be shocked.

Jason looked hurt. Yes, they always teased each other but Jason was very sensitive about literature. He loved Shakespeare and also loved to write himself. Sometimes he wrote songs for Connect 3 too. Nate glared at Shane. Shane was immediately sorry.

"I was kidding, man." He said softly.

Jason waved his arm as if to say 'It's ok'. Shane poked him. Jason smiled, then went back to watching Oprah. Shane sighed in relief and turned to Mitchie.

"What are you writing about?" He asked interested.

"99rooms." Mitchie grinned from ear to ear.

"99rooms?" Shane repeated. "Who are they?" He raised an eyebrow.

Mitchie had always liked bands and movies he knew nothing about. She was all about the indie, underground movement. But see, the thing is 99rooms had started as an indie band and now they were as huge as Connect 3! Well, almost. It wasn't that Shane was oblivious about the music industry and only cared about his band, no. Shane actually had 99rooms CD. Shane's the type of guy who can memorize 3298420943849028409324890248 songs just listening them once and actually know the chords too. But the name of the song? The name of the band? Not so much.

"99rooms is the most amazing band I've ever seen, heard and met." Mitchie squealed. Her eyes were shining. "They're the most down to earth rockstars alive... and..."

"Isn't that the band that Jim Carrey always talks about?" Nate asked curiously, sitting next to Mitchie.

"Yeah." Shane said slowly, remembering what he and his bandmates had once seen on youtube when they were on tour. "I think I saw one of their youtube videos once." He looked over at Nate. Nate nodded. "OH, THAT'S THEM!" Shane snapped his fingers. "Yeah, they're pretty funny." He smiled.

That video they had seen was one where the lead singer, Kaya, had gotten a cardboard cut out of Harry Potter's Severus Snape and she had interviewed "him". Her bandmates and her had this talk show set up and had been throwing pies as she proceeded to ask the most random questions Shane had ever heard. He laughed at the memory.

"EXACTLY!" Mitchie exclaimed. "They're talented, sweet AND funny."

"Sounds like you're describing a boyfriend." Nate commented.

Shane's eyes got wide. What if she liked one of the 99rooms guys? He remembered there had been 3 guys. Yes. 3 guys and 2 girls.

"They're so good Jim Karrey is getting them a TV show." Mitchie added.

Nate nodded. Jim Karrey and 99rooms were notorious best friends. They were even closer than Paris and Nicole, Miley and Mandy, and Harry and Ron put together! Jim Karrey had appeared in almost all of 99rooms music videos and 99rooms songs had appeared on Jim's movies soundtracks. And that was AMAZING. Considering Jim was a well known, awarded comedian.

"PET VENTURA! ACE DETECTIVE!" Jason shouted randomly.

He had stopped watching Oprah a long time ago and had tuned in to listen their friend's conversation. Jason Parker was a huge fan of Jim Karrey. Nate went over to him and smacked him in the back of the head.

"HEY! What's with you and smacking me?!" Jason protested.

"It's Ace Ventura, Pet detective not..." Nate rolled his eyes.

"Same thing." Jason shrugged. It was no biggie.

"No, it isn't." Nate argued.

"Guys, GUYS." Shane cut in. "Let the lady talk..." He bobbed his head towards Mitchie.

"Sorry." Jason and Nate mumbled, looking down.

Jason raised his hand slowly and smacked Nate in the back of the head. Nate jumped and fell to the floor, surprised. Jason smiled at him triumphally. Mitchie laughed.

"Are you laughing at us, Torres?" asked Nate, from the floor.

"No, I'm laughing with you." Mitchie said between laughs as she walked to them.

You couldn't blame her. THAT HAD BEEN HYSTERICAL!

"But... we're not laughing." Jason said confused, scratching his head as Nate stood up and sat back down next to him.

"I am." Shane said, laughing.

"Exactly." Mitchie smiled.

They were holding on to each other as they laughed like a couple of nutsos. They were in some kind of awkward looking embrace. Where Mitchie had her arms his neck and he had his arms around her waist. They stopped laughing when they realized what they were doing. Nate rolled his and mumbled "lovebirds". Mitchie and Shane blushed then started laughing all over again.

"I don't get it. Nate and I are still not laughing..." Jason sighed.

Mitchie and Shane pulled away and walked to the kitchen, where her laptop layed.

"Never mind, Jason." Shane patted him on the back. "You were saying?" He looked at Mitchie as they sat down at the counter.

"Why are you so interested in my Fictionexpress, Shane Gray?" Mitchie asked, curiously as she clicked a button to make her laptop stop the sleep mode. "Worried I might be writing about me getting married to someone else?" She smirked.

That thought hadn't occurred to Shane, but now he was worried. What if Mitchie still thought he was a cookie cutter popstar and decided she wanted a 99rooms rocker rockstar? Shane gulped.

"It's... not like that..." Shane stuttered, feeling insecure. "I'm NOT jealous!" He concluded somewhat lamely.

"I never said you were." Mitchie pointed out, amused.

"You so areeeeeeee, man." Jason poked Shane. Then took his face in his hands and showed it like a proud dad, squeezing Shane's cheeks. "Look! He's red too!"

Nate snickered. Shane pushed him away.

"My vengeance shall be swift..." Shane declared, pointing at them with his finger. He gave them the "Gray Stare" again but neither Jason or Nate reacted.

They exchanged looks and decided to give him a hard time.

"What's with the British accent?" Nate said, walking to Shane and putting his head between his and Mitchie's.

"Have you been watching too much Harry Potter?" Jason asked, putting his head on Shane's other shoulder.

Mitchie's sides hurt from laughing so much.

"That or Brown's accent is contagious." Nate said thoughtfully. He and Jason 'hmm-ed' together the nodded their heads vigorously.

Shane frowned. He had this extreme urgency to grab their heads and crash them together. But he had a better plan. Oh yes, he did.

"How's that birdhouse coming, Jay?" He said, faking a sweet smile.

Oh yesssss. A PLAN. A simple plan.

"Nate said he would make it." Jason said excitedly, momentarily forgetting he and Nate's plan.

Nate groaned, anticipating what was about to happen. Mitchie watched them like if they were a movie.

"Oh, then you have to give Nate EVERY detail... because you want a good one, don't you? I mean, think about the BIRDS." He turned to Mitchie with an evil grin. Mitchie bit her lip from laughing.

"OH MY GOD!" Jason exclaimed and turned to Nate in alarm. "Did I tell you about the round windows?"

Nate sighed in defeat.

"Thanks, Shane." He glared at his friend. "Two words... payback!"

"But that's two words." Jason commented. "Wow, Deja vu." He laughed, remembering last summer.

And didn't notice when Shane whispered to Mitchie "Divide and Conquer", but Nate did. How couldn't he? He was in the very middle of those two. Nate stepped back and groaned.

"C'mon Nateeee!" Jason walked to him and started pulling his arm.

Nate took a deep breath, glared at Shane and reluctantly followed Jason upstairs.

"Clever move, Gray." Mitchie commented when they were gone.

"I know. That's why you love me." He winked at her.

Mitchie raised an eyebrow. She didn't like it when Shane acted like his old self. She didn't like it one bit. It made her feel insecure. She had never showed her stories to a GUY. Much less a guy she liked! Why? Because she was afraid they would think she was a cheese-ball.

"I do?" Mitchie looked at Shane as if he were crazy.

"You don't?" Shane dropped the act, and so did his face.

Now HE felt insecure. What if she showed him stories about HER and a 99rooms dude?!

"That's for me to know and you to find out..." Mitchie said, softening.

Shane smirked.

"Oh, a smirk. Don't tell me you're going back to your jerk ways..." Mitchie put up her guard again.

Shane decided he would tease her. He walked to her and leaned forward. Mitchie looked at him expectantly. Shane got closer to her lips slowly. Mitchie waited. Shane's lips barely touched Mitchie's. Mitchie gave him a WTF look.

WHAT THE FRENCH TOAST WAS THAT?!

HUH!

"You are a jerk, Shane Gray." Mitchie muttered, looking away.

Shane laughed. She looks so cute when she's mad, he thought.

"But you love me" He said smiling flirtatiously.

Mitchie rolled her eyes. She really didn't want Old Jerky Shane to surface.

"Jerk." She said, crossing her arms.

Shane tried to stop smiling. She hadn't denied her love for him and he considered that a victory. He knew it bothered Mitchie when he acted like that. He had to get on her good side again.

"Anyway, what were you saying?" He said, putting his head on Mitchie's shoulder.

"I was saying you're a jerk." Mitchie said shaking her shoulder so Shane would move.

"Before that..." Shane said softly.

"I also said you were a jerk?" Mitchie glared.

"But I'm your jerk." Shane said his typical phrase.

Mitchie sighed exasperated. This was no time for jokes, she was about to show SHANE GRAY her STORIES. How would you feel if you were about to show Shane Gray YOUR stories?

Nerve-wracking.
I know.

"What a mood!" Shane laughed and poked Mitchie on her sides, trying to find her ticklish spot. Mitchie pushed him away. "Well, about this Fictionexpressing... "

"I'll tell you about it if you stop being THE Shane Gray and go back to being MY Shane Gray." Mitchie said sincerely.

"You know being a jerk is part of the rockstar image, Mitchie."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm aware." Mitchie mumbled.

Shane looked at Mitchie intently. He stared actually. She stared back. Shane smiled. Mitchie smiled back.

"Fine. I forgive you." She kissed his cheek.

Shane was in daze. He couldn't believe how strong was the effect Mitchie had on him. He would start calling it the "Torres Burn".

"Shane?... SHANE!" Mitchie waved her hand in front of his face.

"I'm right here. No need to yell." Shane said shaking his head and putting Mitchie's hand down. The cheek Mitchie had kissed burned. The good kind of burn.

Mitchie giggled, perfectly aware. She felt the same way too.

"So... will you show me what you're cooking here?" Shane asked sweetly.

Mitchie opened a Fictionexpress window excitedly. Oh, this would be amazing! He would read them. Then tell her what he thought. She could make the stories better. Maybe they could even write together. IT WOULD BE SO AWESOME. Mitchie clicked on her homepage, then her face dropped.

"What's wrong?" Shane asked, puzzled.

"I... uh... WHAT THE HELL?!" Mitchie was speechless and slightly pale.

Shane turned his head to Mitchie's laptop.

"Reported?" He read. "What does that mean?"

Mitchie was fuming.


Your username/story has been reported for being illegal.
As seen on the FICTIONEXPRESS set of rules: We do not allow stories about real people.
Such as rockstars, moviestars, political public figures, etc.
Therefore, your story has been removed from this website.
You won't be allowed to post for a few weeks.
Please keep in mind the rules next time.


Mitchie kicked the table. Shane touched her shoulder trying to ease her.

"Mitchiebaby, relax. Punch me if you must, but let the table go." He said ominously, trying to make her laugh.

It didn't work.

Mitchie covered her face with both hands and screamed.

"SHANE GRAY WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THIS POOR GIRL?!" someone said from behind them.

It was his Uncle Brown. He had come back from his morning job. He woke up at 5 and went run around, ate breakfast and run some more until 10, then he came back home to check on the boys and Mitchie and whoever they had invited over. He was the chaperon.

"Brown! I swear I didn't do anything!" Shane exclaimed, shaking a bit. "I SWEAR."

"I'll ask her." Uncle Brown pretended to be dead serious. Shane relaxed. "Mitchie darling is something wrong?"

Mitchie just screamed.

"She got banned at some fanfictioning site." Shane explained. "What kind of stupid rule is 'No rockstar stories allowed at Fictionexpress' anyway?"

Mitchie screamed again and run off. She went to the bathroom and shut the door. Shane tried to run after her but Brown didn't let him.

"Wow, she's really upset..." Shane gasped.

"Or she wants to pee..." A familiar voice said.

"JASON!" Shane turned to his friend, annoyed.

What was he doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be making a birdhouse with Nate and annoying NATE not HIM. Shane growled.

"Hi Brown." Jason grinned, ignoring Shane. Uncle Brown and him did a handshake. "Guess what! Nate's making me a birdhouse."

"I KNEW it was a bad sign to see her grinning..." Shane mumbled to himself as Jason proceeded to tell Uncle Brown all about his birdhouse and Nate's skills with wood.