So, Thanks for the reviews, sorry it took a little longer than I'd hoped. I have three stories going right now, and I will never do it again! Way to stressful. Here's the LAST CHAPTER OF THE STORY!

Chapter 3

Shane had mastered the art of painting. Once Mitchie had informed him that she hadn't meant that there were multiple ways, and that she had just meant the design he wanted, it was much easier. Shane had to admit that it was pretty embarrassing that he hadn't known what she was talking about.

So the pair had set to painting the birdhouse yellow with blue trim. It was agreed that Shane would paint the yellow, and Mitchie would paint the blue, since she could do an intricate pattern with the blue, whereas Shane would have probably just painted a straight line.

He was almost finished painting when he dropped the brush. The paint on it splattered all over his clothes as a result of hitting the table. Mitchie snorted laughter as he surveyed the damage.

"This isn't funny Mitch…" He growled.

"Actually, I think it is."

"Really? Well lets see how you like it when you have paint on your clothes."

She frowned momentarily, "I'm not going to though, because I'm not a klutz."

"Sure about that?" He grinned devilishly, as he had when he had started tickling her.

"Shane, what are you going to do?" She asked in a warning tone.

"Nothing."

Shane smirked as she cautiously returned to her painting. He returned to his and waited until he was sure she didn't suspect anything, and her concentration was intense before moving slowly and quietly behind her. She didn't even notice. He leaned down just beside her ear, and whispered "Boo."

She hadn't been expecting it and jumped, causing the paintbrush to fall against her shirt.

"SHANE!" She squeaked out, before turning around and hitting him with her paintbrush, getting more paint on his clothes.

"You did not just do that."

"Oh yes, I think I just did."

Shane looked at her, "That wasn't very nice."

"Did I guarantee you that I would be nice?"

"No," Shane said softly, moving closer to her. Just when he was close enough to kiss her, he brought up the paintbrush he was holding in his hand, and brushing it on her nose, leaving a streak of yellow.

"Shane!" She exclaimed in surprise. He laughed. Until she got her paintbrush back and flung it out at his face, hitting his cheek. This continued for awhile, until their paintbrushes ran out of paint. Then, Mitchie took the first step into opening up a whole new playing field. She grabbed the bottle of blue paint, squirting some at Shane. His eyes bugged out as it landed in the middle of his shirt. He retaliated by grabbing the bottle of yellow and squirting it at her. More came out than intended and a huge blob on her jeans resulted. It was a good thing that they had finished painting the birdhouse, because they were going to run out of paint.

Shane and Mitchie collapsed, laughing. They had emptied the entire contents of the two bottles of paint, and their clothes were surely ruined.

"Hey Shane?" Mitchie asked, a giggle in her voice.

"Yeah?"

"You just put your head in a glob of paint."

Shane's head snapped up so fast it was a wonder he didn't get whiplash.

"What happened to you two?" Caitlyn exclaimed as she ran into Shane and Mitchie on their way back to their cabins to change.

"We had some complications painting a birdhouse." Mitchie answered, shrugging.

Caitlyn nodded as if we were crazy.

"Well, I gotta go meet- someone. See ya later." She told us, starting to walk away.

"Wait! Who are you going to meet?" Mitchie asked after her.

"Nobody…important…" She avoided the question, then quickly darted away. Mitchie could have sworn she was blushing.

"That was weird…"

About 10 minutes after they ran into Caitlyn, they ran into Nate walking briskly down the path.

"What happened to you guys?" He asked, amused.

"That stupid birdhouse happened." Shane said.

Nate grinned, "Aw, did the pop star have trouble painting?"

"No, actually, the painting was great. I was impressed by his ability. It was more of the fact of his confusion on what to paint." Mitchie laughed.

"Oh, well I gotta go… meet someone…" Nate said, slipping around us.

"Wait! Who are you going to meet?" Shane called after him.

"Somebody…" Nate said vaguely.

After he walked away the pair burst out laughing.

"Who would've thought? Caitlyn and Nate…"

"Jason! Come outside! Mitchie and I have something for you!" Shane yelled through the window.

Jason came bouncing out, "Is my birdhouse ready yet? Is it ready yet?" He looked like a kid at Christmas.

Shane just rolled his eyes and took the birdhouse from Mitchie, who had been carrying it to avoid it from being broken.

For a birdhouse with the ugliest paint job ever (thanks to the paint war), Jason sure was excited.

A/N: Thanks for reading my story, and sorry the last chapter was so short, but I thought that was a great way to leave it compared to my other corny ideas, and I couldn't think of anywhere else to go with it. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! Thanks or reading and please review!