Hey, what pairings do you guys want for this story??

Smitchie is a given. But what else do you want?

So write in a review what pairings you want and blah blah blah.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.

Shane quietly went to the table and held up pieces of wood to make four walls.

"How do you put it together?" He asked looking up at me like I held all the answers to the world.

(Shane's POV)

Nate looked at me like I was retarded. "How do you think we put it together dumb-ass?"

"I don't know. That's why I asked you smart-ass." I replied back and threw a piece of wood at him.

Nate ducked and grabbed that one tool that vaguely resembled a snake with a Mohawk. (aka the mini-saw) "Do you want to throw something at me again?" He asked taking menacing steps forward.

"Woah, Nate. Let's not get too hasty. Just think this through." I said getting up and started backing away from him.

"Oh. This isn't hasty." Nate replied with an evil psychotic smile plastered on his face as he came closer to me.

"I DON'T WANNA DIE!!" I yelled running to the door and tried to push it open.

"WHY WON'T THE DOOR OPEN!" I yelled then realized something, "GOD DAMN YOU UNCLE BROWN!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LOCK THE DOOR!!"

I slowly sank to the grown and curled up in a ball with my head facing down so I couldn't see Nate.

15 minutes later…

"Kill me already." I whispered as I cried.

"I'm not going to kill you. It was just fun watching you cry and call for your mommy." Nate replied calmly.

I looked up. "You're a sick twisted son of a bitch, you know that right?" I said.

"I've been told. Now help me." He said.

I got up and sat in one of the chairs and watched Nate put together two pieces of wood.

"Here, hold this nail right here so I can hammer it in." Nate commanded handing me a nail and pointed to a spot on the birdhouse.

"Okay." I mumbled taking the nail and held it in place with my thumb and index finger.

Nate smirked and took the hammer and began to gently hit the nail so I started to trust he wouldn't hurt me. So I slid my fingers up more then he started hitting harder.

"OW!" I yelled letting go of the nail and put my fingers in my mouth.

"Oopsie. My bad." He said smiling.

"BULL SHIT IT'S YOUR BAD!" I yelled.

CLIFFHANGER! I just don't want to write anymore and I need answers to the question above. So remember to review and give me answers!!

THANKS FOR READING! )