PARTY IN DA HOUSE!

Lol!

It's 3:53 am here in Montreal, and I can't fall asleep because my stupid foot hurts. So, without my computer, I was like 'fuck it!' Then I remembered...
I have a fricken laptop.
No internet, so I'll have to transfer this onto a USB key.

Yes, that is what I will do!

Oh, last chapter

Mitchie asked "Where's the Key?"
That is a game.

When someone is just falling asleep, or they're talking in their sleep, you ask them "Where's the key?"
Some people sit up and start patting themselves looking for it.
Others say complete giberish.
Apparently, I say 'porcupine' and 'fuck off, Paul McCartney' (No disrespect to the great Paul McCartney, I was having a kind of bad Beatles dream that one night.)

My brother started quoting RENT

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"So... Mitchie... is that short for something, or did your parents have an odd sense of humor?" Caitlyn asked, taking a bite out of her cinnamon muffin.

"Nickname. My name is actually Michelle, but when I was younger, I couldn't pronounce it properly. I would say 'Mitch-elle!' So, my parents shortened it to Mitchie." Mitchie explained. Caitlyn nodded.

"Dang... these muffins are good. Since when did CAMP ever have good food?" Caitlyn asked. Mitchie fought to hold in a laugh. Caitlyn glared.

"Do you know something that I don't? Are you withholding serious information from me? Why don't you have a muffin? OH GOD! The muffins are poisoned, aren't they?" Caitlyn asked. She dropped her muffin to the ground and scoote away from it. Mitchie couldn't hold in the laugh any longer.

"Cait... They're not poisoned." Mitchie said.

"How would you know? It's not like you MADE the muffins..." Caitlyn looked at Mitchie, who suddenly went quiet. "Wait... YOU made the muffins?" Caitlyn asked. Mitchie nodded.

"Well, not alone. My mom is the caterer this summer... and she and I were making muffins, and Shane came in and helped." Mitchie said. Caitlyn smiled.

"Speak of the devil." Caitlyn said under her breath. Shane came and sat down next to Mitchie and grabbed a rasberry muffin and took a bite.

"I still prefer muffins a la Shane, but dang Mitchie, I like your muffins." Shane said. Caitlyn burst out laughing, and Mitchie blushed. Shane sat there, dumbfounded.

"What did I say?" Shane asked.

"How much do you like Mitchie's muffins?" Caitlyn asked suggestively. Shane's eyes widened.

"I didn't mean that, Mitch!" Shane exclaimed.

"It's alright." Mitchie said quietly. It was extremely silent for a few seconds.

"Awkward." Shane said (Note: I adore it when Joe Jonas says that.)

"Uhm... Shane, can you pass me a chocolate chip muffin?" Mitchie asked.

"Why do you want the chocolate chip muffin?" Shane asked. Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"Because I like chocolate. Now please pass me the chocolate chip muffin?" Mitchie pleaded.

"But I'm allergic!" Shane wined. Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"Only if you eat it! And it's not like you're going to be eating it, and it's not like you're going to be kissing me anytime soon." Shane's expression immediately turned from happy to sad, before either could continue, Caitlyn cleared her throat, loudly.

"Uhm, Mitchie? You could have easily asked me for a muffin." Caitlyn said.

"She didn't ask you because she'd prefer Shane extract over Caitlyn drissle." Shane joked, making both girls laugh.

"I asked Shane because he was slightly closer." Mitchie said. 'She really wanted Shane extract' Shane mouthed to Caitlyn, who stuck her tongue out at Shane. Mitchie looked down at her watch.

"Shoot... We have 5 minutes to get to our first activities." Mitchie announced.

"That means that I'm already 5 minutes late." Shane said, so he got up and left the mess hall. Mitchie pulled her schedule out of her pocket and examined it for a second. Caitlyn walked around the table and peered over her shoulder.

"You have intermediate hip hop, beginner's guitar, free period and songwriting with me." Caitlyn said. Mitchie smiled.

"That's awesome! So, basically, I only have one activity without you?" Mitchie asked. Caitlyn nodded.

"Beginner's vocals. You're probably only just in that because it's your first year. Sometimes, if Brown thinks you have enough potential, he'll give you private vocal lessons. Only 2 people in the past 5 years have gotten private vocals with Brown." Caitlyn explained. Mitchie raised her eyebrow.

"Do you know the names of these two people?" Mitchie asked.

"Shane and his friend Nate." Caitlyn said.

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One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings, five rings, six rings...

"HI!" The voice from the other line said.

"Hey Nate, I..." Shane was cut off by the person on the other line.

"Just kidding, I'm not here right now. Or I just don't like you. If you're Shane, leave a moderately short message instead of rambling on, because I only have limited space on my answering machine. So... leave one after the beep!"

BEEP!

"Hey Nate, it's Shane. Listen, can you call me back as soon as possible? It's kind of important. Call me back, you know the number." Shane said, and then he hung up his phone. Not even a minute later, his phone started ringing (I just want you to know- The Backstreet Boys)

"This is Shane." Shane said monotonically.

"You'd better have a good reason for waking me up." Nate yawned.

"It is! Nate! I kissed Mitchie!" Shane exclaimed.

"Listen, Shane, that's great. Why don't you tell me in 4 hours when I'm awake." Nate mumbled, and then he hung up. Shane sighed and looked at his schedule.

A block: Intermediate Dance

Yay! So now it is... 4:30 am... wow... I really can't sleep. I guarantee you, this will be posted the moment I wake up
If I remember.

My friend met Dallas Green btw
and yeah
He's pretty chill.