Assumptions
Summary- Everyone knew that assuming was bad, but they still did it anyways. One assumed that he was mental. Another assumed that he was just joking all the time. No one, not even Jason expected this...
Chapter Three- Jokes and Naps
As the group left the music store, Jason's headache only worsened. It was one of those moments where your headache pained you so much that you just wanted to lay there and die to get rid of the pain. That was exactly how Jason was feeling too.
"Hey Jase?"
Hearing his name being called, the eldest Connect Three member looked up, only to see Shane staring back at him with a blank stare. "Yes?" He answered, trying to hide his strained voice.
Shane, who was unfazed, hugged his stomach. "We're gonna stop and get some breakfast alright?" A simple nod was his response, though Jason just wanted to go home and sleep off the headache.
"Okay then. Take us away Bernard!"
At the restaurant-
"Yum!" Shane exclaimed as he ate the last bit of his Bacon and Cheese omelet. The omelet he had ordered was nearly the size of his head, and maybe even more. "I. Am. Full."
The rest of the group, except Jason nodded in agreement. Jason was miserably resting his head on the palm of his hand while his elbow, of the same hand, was sitting on the table. He was lazily picking at the rest of his half eaten stack of pancakes. Eating the food made his headache feel a bit better, but it was still there.
Everyone was chatting merrily when out of the blue; Shane's iPhone played a loud 'beep'. People only stared at them, even more than they did before. No one missed the light red tint on his cheeks as he answered the text. Everyone at the table knew who the message was from once they saw the smile plastered all over his face.
"Mitchie?" Nate and Richard asked in unison.
It took Shane less than a minute to type out his message, but once it was sent, he looked up at the four and his smile widened. "Mitchie." He confirmed.
Nate groaned at his friend. Shane was either in love with Mitchie, or a stalker. It had to be the first choice. He had been constantly texting or calling Mitchie ever since Final Jam. It was a constant cycle. A type of communication from Mitchie, Shane's distraction from...everything, Nate's annoyance due to nothing being accomplished, and finally, Jason's hugs to cheer someone up.
"Is she sleeping?" Jason finally asked after playing with his food.
Shane glared at the eldest member. "I'm talking to her aren't I?" He retorted with a rude tone. Jason opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted by another beep from Shane's iPhone. His annoyed facade quickly faded away, only to be replaced by a lovesick puppy grin.
As soon as he read the text, he burst into a hysterical laughter. Everyone in the store turned and gave him a bewildered stare, even Big Bob. It took him a while to finally calm down, but once he did, no one, except the little fan girls and the people at Shane's table, paid him attention.
"Okay listen to this. Its a few jokes Mitch forwarded to me. Ready?"
Everyone nodded, except Jason who had felt the need to exclaim, "Yeah!"
"Here's the first one. A boy named Johnny went into the Bakery and asked for a loaf of bread. The baker asked, 'White or Brown?' Johnny answered, 'It doesn't matter, I'm on my bike!' And with that, Shane started laughing again, only this time, he was joined by Jason, who was laughing equally as loud. Nate covered his face with his hands while muttering "What was that?" Big Bob was nevertheless still looking unfazed by the joking and returned to his meal of an omelet with 'everything.' Richard just rolled his eyes at the two. 'Immature brats.' he though viciously.
Shane stopped laughing when he finally realized that only Jason was laughing. "Don't you guys get it? It's a nonsense joke!" He exclaimed. By then, the eldest Connect Three member had calmed down too. Jason had a frown when he saw that no one else understood the point of the joke.
"Wasn't it funny guys?"
"No."
"No."
"No."
Jason sunk lower into his seat, but Shane stood his ground. "Fine listen to this one. Two nuns were in a bath, and before you ask Nate..." The youngest member looked up and returned the glare Shane had been sending him. "...I don't know why they're in a bath together. One of the nuns said, 'Pass the soap' and the other on responded, 'What am I? A radio?'"
Nate's serious look curved into a smirk. Shane, who thought he had understood the joke, smiled. "Sounds like something you'd say." The youngest Connect Three member joked.
Another letdown for Shane. His smile fell and a scowl was the replacement. "Failure at a joke Nathan. You're just jealous since Mitch can tell a good joke and you can't." Shane huffed.
"I understood the joke!" Jason declared cheerfully. The smiles and laughter around the table had cleared any pains he had at the moment, or at least he thought. Nonetheless, the eldest Connect Three member was back to himself.
Shane smiled triumphantly and tossed an arm around Jason. "Have I ever told you how smart you are Jase?"
Jason thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Nope. Never ever. You told me I was dumb...weird....brainless...ditzy...'out there'..." And he continued to name more. Shane, on the other hand, just shrugged and flashed a smile. "Hmph, you think I would have." He wandered aloud. "At least your brain is the only one that is functioning right now."
Nate immediately snorted at the comment, which earned him a stone cold glare from both Shane and Jason. He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry?" He offered semi-apologetically. The eldest member of Connect Three grinned. "It's alright Nathan!" He exclaimed before rubbing his forehead. "Ow." Jason whined.
"If you girls are done eating, I do believe that I'm ready to go." Shane said, standing up. Both Richard and Big Bob followed suit and the three walked towards the door. The other two members of Connect Three rolled their eyes. Shane was making them pay....again. Not that it really mattered since they all had a decent amount of cash, but the thought counted right?
"Come on Jase." Nate complained as he dragged Jason, who was reaching for a final drink of his coffee.
The eldest member frowned. "Party pooper." He mumbled. The two went up to the cashier and paid for the five meals, as well as leaving a generous tip for the kind service. The five finally left the diner after signing a few autographs and posing for a couple of photos.
This time, the group wasn't stalked by crazy screaming fan girls. Unfortunately, they were still mobbed by the paparazzi. At least 5 of them were following to the girl.
"Great CD guys!" One commented, which earned himself a 'thank you' from the members.
Some of the other paparazzi weren't as kind. "Shane! Is it true that you are being sued for plagiarizing a song you heard during your stay at Camp Rock?" If it weren't for the others, Shane might have gone physical on the man.
"No." Shane answered bitterly as he was ushered to the video by his bandmates.
"How about a picture boys?" Another paparazzi exclaimed, though he and the others were already snapping photographs of the group like crazy. Connect Three just smiled and waved to the reporters as they all loaded into a long black stretch limo. As the vehicle drove off, pictures were still being taken.
Back at the Hotel:
Connect Three happily returned into Shane and Nate's shared room. Finally, they had a bit of silence, except for the screaming fans. The fans were at least four stories below them, but the shrieks were still audible.
"God they're annoying." Shane mumbled as he jumped onto his bed. At the moment, his eyes were focused on the screen of his iPhone. Nate rolled his eyes at his band mate as he walked into the bathroom. "Drama queen." He muttered under his breath.
Jason let out a heavy sigh as he lightly strummed Nate's guitar. His own guitar was in his hotel room. "Keep it quiet Jase! I'm trying to concentrate!" Shane barked at his friend.
The elder member laughed. "You're just texting the girl." He said. Shane pushed a final 'button' and sent his text before looking up at his band mate. "It still doesn't mean I don't need concentration." He pouted.
Jason was about to reply when Nate stuck his head out of the bathroom. "Do you still need some aspirin Jase?"
"Nope! I'm cured!"
Nate simply nodded before fully shutting the bathroom door close. Shane cocked his head to the side, giving Jason a questioning look. "What did you need asprin for?" He asked curiously.
"Headache."
Shane's confused look was replaced by a blank expression. "Oh." He said before diverting his attention back to the phone. Another beep was heard in the room and Shane's mood brightened once again. Jason laughed at his friend's mood change. He set Nate's guitar on the guitar stand, which was along the side of the bed, and peacefully lay onto the bed. It didn't take him long before slumber overtook him.
Hours later:
Two eyes slowly opened and was partially surprised by the darkness. 'How long was I asleep?' Jason asked himself as he sat up. He stretched out his arms, as well as letting out a heavy sigh. One of his hands limply reached to the lamp and twisted on the switch. Light shined through a small bit of the room. Jason was about to get up when a note caught his eyes. He picked up the paper and scanned it:
Hey Jase, me and Nate went out to explore the town! Can't spend some time in Florida without going to the beach and checking out some girls right? See you later! We'll be back about noon-ish!
-Signed The Awesome Shane Grey and Nate
P.S. Dude, did you take Nyquil or something? We tried to wake you up for like 5 minutes and you didn't even budge! Man you were knocked out!
Jason chuckled at the note. Nate's name was barely visible on the sheet of paper, compared to Shane's enormous name. He took a glance at the clock. 11:30 P.M it read. He rolled his eyes and 'flopped' back onto the bed. At that instant, another headache came.
"Oww." He whined. His hand had found its way to his forehead and was gently rubbing it. "I think that aspirin is good at the moment."
A/N: Before you ask, a headache is not the pain climax of the plot xD Tis just the beginning 8D So how was it? Reviews welcomed ^^
