A/N: Okay, so the pairing is Naitlyn, but it's not really the best fluffy one-shot. Actually, it doesn't have ANY fluff in it until the end. But, I couldn't resist writing this, my mom and I were talking the other day, and we both came up with the wonderful things to do to Shane :D I just HAD to write this. It's not really a fluff, so I WILL write a Naitlyn next, a REAL one, I promise, but for now, I hope this pleases you. It was fun to write; it made me relieve my old Drake & Josh days, with their evil little sister Megan. ENJOY!

Warning: VERY VERY VERY random and confusing.

Pairing: Naitlyn, sort of

Disclaimer: Yup, I don't own Camp Rock. Nuff said.

"Come on, Caitlyn," Shane whined in my ear, his tone pleading. However, I wasn't fooled. No way was I going to go along with his stupid plan.

"No, no, and a triple no!" I replied, yet again. "Find someone else to do your dirty work, because no amount of crying is going to make me change my mind." Shane huffed from the other end of the line.

"Fine. Thanks for all your help, I can tell I'm loved." Shane snorted, annoyed.

"I love you too!" I yelled back happily, hanging up the phone.

"Caitlyn!!" I could hear Shane howl even as I was putting the phone down. I smirked. Now, what was I to do... my eyes widened in disbelief as I heard my ring-tone blast. If that was Shane calling, I was personally going to go over to his apartment and kill him.

"Why won't you leave me alone, you maniac?!" I shouted, before I even checked the caller ID.

"Uhh... if this is a bad time, I'll call back later." Oh, it was Nate. Wait... it was Nate!

"Ahh, I'm sorry!" I apologized quickly, hoping Nate wouldn't hang up after my outburst. "Your friend is trying to make me loose my mind!"

"Tell me about it," Nate agreed, "Right now, he just tried to tackle me to the ground and make me help him." I rolled my eyes.

"Why don't you come over here and we can vent?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes. "And maybe think up some evil plans to pay him back for all this torture he's putting us through?" I added, and that seemed to do the trick.

"I'll be right over!" He yelled, and I could hear him jump up from the seat, and Shane's muttered 'ouch'. "Sorry, dude, I've got plans all ready." Nate told Shane, who started whining so loud that even I could hear him.

"Shane, if you don't stop your whining, I'm going to take care of you once and for all!" I screamed, and finally, I heard what I'd been wanting to hear this entire day: complete silence from the other end of the line. "Nate, I'll see you in a few." I said, returning my voice to it's normal tone.

"Okay." Nate replied, now sounding nervous. I snapped the phone shut, and began to think of revenge.

"I got here as soon as I could. At least Shane didn't give me anymore problems, thanks to you scaring him straight." Nate said, as I pulled open my apartment door, motioning for him to come in. I laughed, smiling.

"Yeah. He's probably still in the same spot that you left him, if I know Shane." I replied easily, chuckling.

"So, what evil plans do you have?" I grinned, a grin that literally spread from ear to ear.

"Oh, you have no idea." I rubbed my hands together, giving a mad scientist laugh, and earning a frightened look from Nate. "Oh come on, it's not that bad!" I protested, "It's not like I'm going to kill him or something!"

"I wish I could say that was comforting, but it's really not." Nate said matter-of-factly, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Hey, I could be here alone, thinking of evil plans that involve you," I warned, and that was the end of that conversation. I smirked; evil plans were so much fun!

"So, what do you have planned?" Nate asked, seating himself on my couch. I smiled brightly, staring smugly at him.

"One word: payback." Nate glanced at me, somewhat suspicious. "Shane's going on a "date: with Mitchie tonight, right?" I confirmed, and Nate nodded, making my smile grow even bigger. "And you have a key to Shane's apartment, right?" When Nate nodded a second time, I burst out laughing. "Nate Black, get your keys, because we're going for a drive."

"What if Shane comes back early?" Nate asked as he pulled his car into Shane's driveway, "What if he catches us? He'd kill us!" I rolled my eyes. Nate had been rambling almost the whole drive over to Shane's.

"Nate, chill! Does Shane ever come back early from his "dates" with Mitchie? No. He will never catch us, no worries." I replied, opening the car door and getting out, pulling Nate out with me. Nate sighed, groaning as I dragged him towards Shane's door. "Come on, won't it be fun to get revenge?" Nate hesitated, and I grabbed his key from his hand, yanking him inside the apartment before he could change his mind.

"Isn't this a little... extreme?" Nate asked finally, glancing around nervously at Shane's things.

"Nate, think about everything he's put us through - especially you, with the whole jerkish pop star attitude - don't you think it's time we had our own fun with him?" Nate sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win this argument.

"Fine. Now tell me, what's the plan?"

"Well, I have a couple..." I trailed off, running my eyes over all of Shane's possessions, and at last my eyes came to rest on his closet. "But we'll start with this."

"Done!" I announced gleefully, raising my finished work. Nate stared at me in disbelief.

"You actually did it," He muttered under his breath, half in shock, I think, "You really did it." I grinned.

"Yup." So, I'd taken all of Shane's pants, and sewn them together, what was the big deal? That was hardly the worst thing I'd done to Shane; no, that was still to come. Nate managed a weak smile.

"You went through with it." He stuttered, staring at the jeans, "You really did..."

"And I did more." Caitlyn grinned, going over to Shane's washing machine and pulling open the door. Nate's eyes widened in horror.

"Oh... my... god." Was all he could manage. Caitlyn had placed Shane's nice white suit in the washing machine, and she'd just so happened to place a green sock in with the load, which resulted in a bright, horrid lime green suit. "Shane is going to kill me..."

"I think that's been established. Time to move onto Payback Shane Plan #2." Nate groaned.

"Shane's all ready going to kill me..."

"Well then you've got nothing to loose. And don't worry, I'll take the blame." I sighed. "Wimp." That did it; suddenly, Nate had snapped out of his shock and turned to gasp at me. I smiled sweetly.

"What's your next plan?" He asked suddenly; I'm guessing he didn't like being called a wimp. I smirked.

"Well..."

"I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead." Nate repeated, over and over again. I smacked his arm.

"Shut up, do you want Shane to hear us?" I asked, placing my fingers to my lips. If he screwed this up, then Shane would really kill us. Nate shook his head quickly, his curly hair bouncing. That's why I loved his hair so much... Wait, that had nothingto do with the plan, so why did I think about that? Rolling my eyes, I quietly crept onto Shane's porch, motioning for Nate to give me the key. As quietly as possible, I clicked the lock open and pushed the door, hoping it wouldn't creak. Thankfully, it remained silent, and I grinned as I snuck across Shane's apartment, towards his bedroom. I could hear him snoring; good, he was fast asleep. Nate followed close behind me, but more cautiously.

I unscrewed the lid to the Nair, and Nate watched, half fascinated, half horrified, as I gently smeared it straight across Shane's eyebrows. I'd always hated those bushy things; well now, they were no more. At least they would be when Shane washed his face tomorrow morning. Shane mumbled something inchoerent and turned slightly, but that was all. Once I'd finished with that, I handed the Nair to Nate and opened up my can of spray paint. In one swift motion, I'd turned Shane Gray's most prized possession green.

Nate and I sat in my apartment, laughing while snuggling up to one another.

"That was so much fun!" Nate admitted, "You know, once I got over the fear of being killed!"

"Be alert still; Shane hasn't woken up yet. But green is his favorite color." I smirked.

"Yeah, and it's also now the color of about every thing he owns." Nate finished, and we grinned.

"Good thing it's his favorite color."

"Do you know my favorite color?" Nate asked suddenly, and I stopped, thinking.

"Blue." I answered atomatically, smiling. "And mine is purple, why?"

"Do you know what my favorite car is?" Nate continued.

"It's a Ford 69 Mustang (A/N: I made this up, I don't know what Nick really likes), why?"

"Do you know where my favorite place is?"

"Here." I replied, still beyond confused.

"And do you know who my favorite person is?" I frowned.

"Jason?" I asked, puzzled. Nate shook his head, grinning.

"Jason is an air-head." He said, with a laugh, but then his tone turned serious. "You are." I stopped, sitting up straighter. "I like you, Caitlyn."

"I like you too." I whispered, hardly daring to believe. Nate smiled. I bit my lip in anticipation, waiting for him to speak. Finally, he did.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" A bit random, but hey, that was how I liked things.

"Yes." I answered right away, grinning. "You know, Shane is my favorite person." At that, Nate growned.

"Why?" He questioned, looking befuddled. I grinned.

"Because his weird obsession with green bought us together." Yeah, like that made any sense at all. But everything was just the way I liked it. With that, I threw my arms around Nate's neck and kissed him.