Muahaha the reviews are in and the choice on Jason's girl is made. You have to wait to find out. I'm sorry I'm not sure how Shane is going to act in this chapter. If he's not completely as bipolar as I planned, I apologize in advance. Oh and I'm sorry this wasn't up yesterday, I was getting pictures for my professional headshot taken, and it took forever.

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SHANES POV

I heard the dinner bell ring while Mitchie and I were in the tree house. I stood up and so did she. We walked back to the hole in the wooden floor. I bent down carefully and put my feet into the rungs of the ladder. I climbed down and relaxed once I touched down on the ground. Climbing down this ladder had always given me the creeps.

I watched Mitchie carefully as she descended. I hope she was more at ease than I was. It was probably my nerves that kept me slipping. She jumped the last few rungs and landed gracefully on the ground.

"Come on!" she laughed pulling me towards the mess hall. When we got closer to the lit building laughing, music, and the smell of burnt macaroni and cheese filled our senses. We kept up a steady pace and laughed our way into the warm building.

People were: eating, singing, and dancing to some old 50's or 60's music. It was a fun sight. We walked over to the food table where we got some macaroni that was blackened around the edges and some once frozen french fries.

We piled the slightly too orange pasta and greasy fries onto our plates. "I'll take the plates back to the table if you get the drink," I suggested. "Which one do you want?" she asked smiling. "Coffee!" I immediately said.

"No coffee, Shane!" she ordered. "Why not?" I whined cocking my head to the side. I gave her my best puppy-dog-pout. She didn't give in, dang that girl was good. No one resisted my puppy dog pout. "It makes your breath smell weird. You're getting a lemonade." She finalized it by picking up the cans of lemonade and starting off across the room.

I followed behind her, dodging dancers as I went. I almost dropped the plates twice and muttered strings of curses the rest of the way across the room. I got to the table a little while after Mitchie and sat down in the only seat left. Wait, why were there no seats left?

I looked around at the table and saw the person who had filled in the seat. It was a girl she looked pretty, but not nearly as gorgeous as Mitchie. She had dark hair and the greenest eyes I had ever seen.

"Um…guys who's this?" I asked motioning to the girl politely. "This is Casey, and she's been helping me find the most efficient way to catch forest monkeys in the computer lab. We thought that we should look it up after I didn't catch any monkeys in my net. All I caught was her," he babbled, gazing upward.

"Hi Casey," I said looking her way for a few seconds. My gaze was broken when Mitchie shrieked. I looked over at her to see her drenched in ice cold water. I looked around her to see a spilled water cooler and a giggling Tess.

"Oops," she laughed, "I must have slipped. Hi Shane." She skipped away unapologetically. "Why I outta…" Caitlyn trailed off. "Dammit Tess get back here!" I yelled angrily at her.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and strutted back over to me. "What Shaney, it was just an accident," she pouted while playing with the sleeve of my shirt. I shrugged her off subtly at first, when she didn't move I had to do something else. I took arm she was playing with and pushed her away as far as I could.

I turned back to the table, but saw that Caitlyn and Mitchie had gone to get a change of clothes. The other three were watching me intensely. "You need to stay the hell away from me and my girlfriend. I love her. Not you. Get used to it. If I ever find out that you messed with either of us you'll wish you didn't," I snarled angrily.

She didn't let up she just took a step forward. "You'll want me Shane. One day, your going to see how amazing I really am, and you're going to leave Mitchie to for me. And you'll be all mine," she whispered huskily. She rubbed my cheek and I swatted her away. Then she strutted off to the dance floor where she stole some poor girls dance partner.

I turned back to the table and stared lividly down at them. They quickly averted their eyes and waited for me to explode. "I cannot believe that girl! I'm going back to the girls' cabin. Jason how about you stay back and dance with Casey. Nate come with me." I ordered.

I picked up Mitchie's plate and my own and stomped off angrily toward the cabin. Nate followed quickly behind. He and Caitlyn had already finished their food.

I speed walked through the darkening campground and finally arrived at Glamour. Nate opened the door and I closed my eyes. "Everybody decent?" I asked keeping my eyes glued shut. From one girl's shriek I guessed not.

I tried to move backwards but tripped and fell. I fell hard on my back. I was outside the cabin once again looking straight up at the stars that were quickly appearing. I wasn't sure if those stars were real or just in my mind.

"Shane!" Mitchie yelled running out of the cabin. She was dressed in only a tank top that had been thrown hastily on after my fall probably. She pulled me up so I was sitting and two plates of stinky sticky macaroni slid down my chest.

"Omigod Shane," Nate yelped looking at the mess. The gooey noodles were sliding around and the cheese was making a greasy puddle at the bottom of my shirt. I could feel the cheese sinking through my denim jeans into a place where no cheese should ever be.

"Um, Shane. You might want to go take a shower." Mitchie said trying to get some of the cheese and French fry grease out of my hair. "Alright, baby," I smirk leaning in towards her, "How about you come with me and we can take one together."

Her jaw dropped and Nate smacked me on the back of the head, "Dude!" "Don't even get me started Shane," she grumbled standing up. "Alright, alright here comes my speech. I'm a virgin. Blah Blah Blah. It's programmed in my brain. Dah Dah Dah. I'm Sorry," I droned out in a monotone voice.

"That's better," Mitchie said folding her arms across her chest. "But you still will need that shower, you stink," Caitlyn said straight forwardly. I rolled my eyes and said, "I'll take one later."

MITCHIES POV

I heard the music in the distance stop and chattering people exit the hall. I remembered then that I had to wash dishes. I pulled Shane off to the side while Nate and Caitlyn went back into the cabin.

"I need to go wash dishes. I'll be back in around two around maybe," I sighed looking in the direction of the kitchen. Shane picked up the two plates and stood up straight. "I'm going to help you. Don't even think of saying no. I want to," he said taking my hand in his clean one.

We walked towards the kitchen and entered through a blackened wall that was covered by a mosquito net. The burning was bad but it had only gotten the porch and the far wall so the kitchen was still workable.

I started to fill the sink; I stood watching the water run through the air. Shane came up behind and put his two hands on either side of me. He leaned forward playfully on my and felt the macaroni goo on the back of my shirt. I had the feeling I was going to get very messy tonight.

"I'm going to go get the dishes. Put a squirt of that green soap in the water," I said moving one of his arms so I could get a pile of dishes. Unlike any other place in camp, the kitchen had a tile floor. I looked down at the scorch marks on the floor. It must have been a big fire.

I took the plates and turned back around to Shane and the sink. I almost dropped the plates at what I saw. Shane had turned the water back on and bubble's were erupting everywhere. So far the bubbles had cascaded down to the floor and were making piles around Shane's feet.

I ran over and set the plates down on the counter. "What did you do!" I shouted trying to reach over the bubbles to turn off the tap. "I thought you wanted bubbles!" Shane asked me worriedly. The bubbles still continued to grow.

I couldn't reach the faucet without soaking my white tank top. The bubbles were growing faster. They had already token over a quarter of the kitchen and we were surrounded on all sides by the white stuff.

Why, oh, why did my mom have to get the longer lasting bubble soap! I decided it was sacrifice getting soaked or be eaten alive by bubbles so I lunged towards the sink. I turned off the rush of water and turned towards Shane.

"What the hell Shane," I said looking at him, "How much soap is really in there?" He slipped and stumbled over to the deep sink and reached his arms all the way down until his face was completely emerged in bubbles.

He came back up holding an empty bottle of soap, a cheesy grin pasted on his face. "It feel," he explained quietly. I just looked up at the moon showing through the bug net and murmured 'Why Lord? Why?'

"Come on Mitchie," his voice went husky on my name. Shane was standing behind me, his mouth at my ear. An involuntary shiver went up my spine. "Come on, we can fix this, we can clean it up," he turned me around and put his hands gently on my waist.

"Let's get the dishes, then the bubbles," I sighed. We slid over towards the sink. As he dipped a few plates in the bubbly water I cleared part of the counter from bubbles so that I would have a place to set them.

"You wash, I dry." I said taking the first plate out of his hands and drying it with a cloth. Time went by and soon we began to have fun. We were dancing and singing around the kitchen slipping over the bubbles that still had control of the kitchen.

When I took the last plate and set it on top of one of the stacks of dishes Shane grabbed me around the waist. He picked me up and spun me around. All I could focus on was his face.

He set me down soundly on the ground and looked me in the eyes. His were full of sparks of happiness and a smile nobody had seen on him in such a long time was plastered on his face. "God, you're so beautiful," he sighed looking me in the eyes.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and rested my forehead on his. "Thanks for helping me tonight," I whispered. "It was nothing, let's go clean up the bubbles." He smiled.

We opened part of the bug nest and tried to pick up bubbles so we could throw them out of the building. The bubbles didn't like to stick though, and they slid right through our hands. I scooped up a handful and flicked it at Shane. It went right into his hair.

The bubble war was on! We were flinging bubbles at each other, hiding for cover, and laughing incredibly loud. Soon we were covered I bubbles and sticky from the soap. When all the bubbles were popped I looked at the mess we had created.

This was going be tough to clean up.

Alright, I know Shane didn't go very bipolar, but I know the outline for next chapter and guess what! There will be a sexy, angry, bipolar Shane. Please review! I honestly think they keep me going!

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