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"I made the birdhouse. You can paint the stupid thing now." I said shoving the birdhouse into Shane's arms.

"Uh…okay." He replied.

I sighed happily and went to my precious guitar so I could play my heart out.

(Shane's POV)

I took the birdhouse and stared at it. It looked more like a home after Hurricane Katrina. Well it's the thought that counts!

I set it down on the table and took the hammer so I could break down the door.

"What are you hammering?" Nate said and looked at me.

"I'm trying to break down the door so I can get outside." I replied, "You know, since Brown locked it and all."

Nate sighed and got up. He went over to the door and pulledit open. "There you go retard. God knows what Mitchie sees in you." He mumbled walking away.

I'll forgive him for that comment. I took the birdhouse and paint outside. I looked at it with my hand stroking my chin. I took the jar of blue paint and opened it. Then I dumped the colored liquid on top of the birdhouse and watched it cover one spot and streams of it randomly run down the sides. I took my hands and smeared the paint all over. Then I repeated the process with the red and yellow paint.

"Shane? What are you doing? And what is that!?"

"Oh! Hi Mitchie!" I exclaimed and went to give her a hug. She returned my hug and then I realized, I had paint all over my hands and now it was all over her hair and back. What she doesn't know won't hurt her…

"Now what is that…thing." Mitchie said pointing to the birdhouse.

"It's a birdhouse! Me and Nate are making it for Jason!" I exclaimed, "Isn't it pretty!".

"Um…well…it's definitely something." Mitchie said walking around inspecting it. "You missed a spot right there." She said pointing to a spot where the wood color was still visible.

"Oh…I'll be right back." I said and went inside and got some ketchup and squirted it on the spot. "There! All better!"

"Um…yeah. Totally. I better go find Caitlyn or something." Mitchie said running off somewhere.

"Bye!" I called out waving. Hopefully Caitlyn didn't see her back. I picked up the birdhouse gently and brought it inside. "LOOK NATE!"

"What the hell is that?" Nate asked.

"It's the birdhouse! Duh!" I said setting it down on the table.

"What did you do!? Puke on it?" Nate said getting up to look at the birdhouse.

"No silly! I threw paint on it." I said touching his shirt.

Nate looked down at where I touched him. I pulled my hand away and a multicolored stain appeared. I look at the shirt, it was his favorite.

"Shane…run…now…" Nate said calmly.

"BYE!" I yelled running out of the cabin as fast as my rock star legs could carry me.

"I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!!" Nate yelled behind me running after me.

Quick chapter. I know it's amazingly crappy.