A/N sorry for the wait I've been really busy with schoolwork and other stories =D

Chapter 4

"So…" began Caitlyn that afternoon. We were sitting around watching Camp Rock… Again.

"You know, this movie sounds a lot like our lives."

"Ok, first, we don't go to a musical summer camp, second, we don't know who Connect Three are, third, we are not called Mitchie and Caitlyn and fourth, we don't know a bitch called Tess."

"Well yes we don't go to a musical summer camp but Connect Three are our friends and last time I checked, we are Mitchie and Caitlyn and as for Tess, she is THE biggest bitch at school… You were saying?"

"… Shit!"

"You and Shane huh?" Caitlyn asked smirking.

"What? What makes you say that?" I asked in a high pitch voice making Caitlyn laugh.

"Oh nothing, just you're constant flirting throughout lunch. You like him don't you?"

"NO! … Maybe, I don't know…" I sighed, "He only wants to be friends so I'm not going to tell him. But you and Nate huh?" I laughed at the look that crossed her face.

"God Mitch, I only met him today."

"Yeah but you like him don't you?"

"Yes, I do but there is absolutely no way you are telling anyone about this."

"Why so serious Cait?" I laughed at her.

"Shut up," she told me cracking a smile. "I gotta go, see you tomorrow," she told me getting up and walking out.

"Tomorrow's Saturday!" I called out to her.

"I knew that!" she shouted back.

"Sure you did," I muttered going up to my room to listen to music.

'This is real, this is me…' My phone started ringing. Unknown number, I wonder who this could be.

"Hello?"

"Mitch?"

"Yeah, who's this?" I asked

"Shane."

"How did you… Shane?"

"Yeah Mitch, its me," he laughed.

"How the hell did you get my number?" I asked him.

"Wow, I was expecting a 'hi Shane, how you doing?' I guess I should've known."

"I'm serious Shane, how did you get my number. I know you're not stalking me."

"How do you know I'm not?"

"Shane, you are the least sneaky person I know, there is no way I wouldn't have noticed you stalking me," I laughed at him.

"Aw Mitch, that's not nice, you know me better than that."

"Yeah? Prove it."

"Where am I?" he asked.

"Let me see… Outside my house, leaning against your car."

"Aw, ruin the surprise there. How did you know?"

"Try not leaning on the horn you ding-dong," I laughed at him as he took his ass off the steering wheel.

"Shut up."

"Naw Shane, don't swear, it's really not going to help your stupidity… And dumbness," I laughed. I was looking out the window and Shane had just tripped on the gutter and was currently commando rolling towards my front door. I laughed again and hung up, walking down the stairs to greet Shane.

When I opened the door, Shane was lying on our front step scratching his bare arms and legs which made me laugh even harder, serves him right for rolling on the grass.

"It's not funny Mitchie, help me up," Shane whined rolling around trying to grab my hand.

"Actually, it is quite funny Shane. You should be glad I left my phone upstairs otherwise I would be putting this on YouTube or send it to a funny video show, i'm sure they would all loooove to have evidence of Shane Gray rolling around like an idiot," I laughed at how that would turn out and Shane made a face.

"You wouldn't dare do that or I'll… I'll…"

"Aw Shane don't stress, you don't need to threaten me, its ok," I said in a baby voice.

"I'll disown you as a friend!" Shane exclaimed.

"You could… But you love me too much," I laughed.

"Damn you for always being right!" Shane exclaimed stomping his foot.

"What are you? Five?"

"Nope," Shane said popping the 'P' and grinning.

"Alright, what are you then?"

"I'm four!" He said putting up three fingers.

"Shane, you realise what you said and how many fingers you are holding up are two different things?" I asked letting out a giggle. Shane gave a serious look and put up another finger before grinning and nodding his head enthusiastically.

"Come on," I laughed dragging him up the steps and through the door.

"Is your room still the same?" he asked acting like a little kid.

"Yes Shane," I rolled my eyes as he rushed up the stairs and into my room.

"The are no posters of me. Why are there no posters of me?" Shane asked disappointed.

"Why would I have posters of you?" I asked.

"Well I am in the most popular boy band of this century," he stated.

"Like I could forget," I muttered, "That doesn't explain why I should have posters of you," I said.

"Yeah, I guess not, I just thought it was normal to have teen girls fawning over posters of me in their rooms."

"Yeah, since when was I considered normal?" I joked.

"Do you ever get tired of being right?" he asked. I grinned and shook my head vigorously.

"Nope, never," I grinned. "Sooo… Why'd you come here? I'm sure looking at my room wasn't your only motivation."

"What, is it such a crime that I wanted to come see my best friend?" he asked faking a hurt look.

"Yes actually, it is."

"Ok well, we're having a benefit concert in a week and we wanted you to come," he said sticking his hand in his pocket.

"How do you even fit things in the pockets of super skinny, skinny jeans?"

"It takes great skill, trust me," he grinned and pulled a ticket out of his pocket. "One ticket to the Connect Three benefit concert this Friday complete with backstage passes," he announced handing me a ticket and two backstage passes.

"One ticket and TWO passes? How does that work?" I asked.

"Nate wanted to give Caitlyn hers and the passes were an afterthought from Jason that you can surprise Cait with." 'Oh how I love Jason' I thought to myself. I ran up to Shane and gave him a huge hug which knocked him backwards into my bed where we fell down laughing.

"Awkward!" Shane shouted and we burst out laughing again… Until my mom walked in.

"So what's with the attitude change?" she asked me leaning against my open door.

"Nothing much…" I trailed off.

"Ok so I wont ask why both of you are lying on a bed… Together…"

"MOM!" I yelled blushing furiously.

"Connie, I can assure you we're just two friends having a good time," Shane said, Connie raised an eyebrow, I face palmed and Shane blushed, "You know what I mean Connie… I'm just going to shut up now…"

"Yup, when did you come up with that idea smart one?" I said giving him a pretend slap on the chest.

"Shut up!" he exclaimed covering his head with a pillow.