Birdhouse

Chapter 3- Girl With The Voice To Guy With The Kiss

First fan fiction for Camp Rock!! Kevin Jonas (Jason) was amazingly funny in the film, so I guess this is a tribute to his character. Enjoy! J

Nate was the leader of Connect 3. He made sure Jason and Shane were rehearsing properly, that the songs were flawless, and that nothing, nothing interrupted their band. And he instantly knew when something was wrong…

Jason had been acting weird for two weeks now, daydreaming constantly, forgetting his guitar chords, even subconsciously braking the neck of his favourite Spanish guitar. He'd avoided several important rehearsals, suddenly finding himself ill, but only when he saw Shane. Something was definitely wrong.

"Jason, could I speak to you for a sec?" he called after him. Jason nodded, his eyes watching Shane experimenting with different beats on the drums.

They sat in the yard, away from prying ears. Nate sighed. "Okay, Jason, what's going on?"

Jason blushed crimson, fidgeting anxiously. "I-I don't know what you're on about, Nate."

"Come on. You've been a freak for the last few weeks. What's bothering you? Is Shane being a prat?"

"N-no. Not exactly." Nate cocked his head. "I think he did something. And I don't know if it was him or not. It smelled like him."

"Huh?"

Jason curled a strand of hair through his fingers. His cheeks were flaming, and he looked guilty of something. He bit his lip. "It's kind of personal, Nate."

"Jason, I would never tell another soul." Nate swore sincerely.

Jason chuckled at his seriousness. "I know. But I think I'd better speak to Shane first. To make sure."

Nate leaned back. "Well, don't let it mess with the band. Go ask him now. Or I'll force it out of you!" he laughed. He frowned, thinking. "But go easy. You know he's not the same since he broke up with Mitchie."

Jason smiled. "Sure." He left slowly, his heart pounding. 'What the hell should he say? "Did you kiss me?" No, that sounded freaky. Oh, God, oh, God…'

*

Jason approached him carefully, waiting til he'd finished drumming. He looked up when Jason slipped inside the sound-proof room, hair jet-black and shining, eyes narrow and mischievous. He looked a total heartthrob, the perfect front man for Connect 3.

"S-Shane? Are you done?"

Shane smirked, dropping the drumsticks and leaping off the stage.

"Show-off." Jason muttered.

"What's up, Jason?" he asked, leaning back on a box, flipping his carefully styled fringe.

Jason paused. "Where were you, Shane, a few weeks back? When I was in the yard and Nate was away?". He looked carefully at Shane's face.

He had a unfamiliar expression, almost peculiar look on his face. He blinked and laughed, that frustrating smirk back on his lips.

"Why, Jason?" he asked innocently.

Jason opened his mouth to speak and stopped. "What the hell." he murmured, and reached forward, pressed his lips forcefully across Shane's. Shane moaned in protest and shock, his hands struggling to push him away weakly. Jason had a hand curled tightly around his neck, pulling him closer. Shane stopped fighting him and grasped his hands around Jason's waist, relaxing and enjoying it.

In that one single moment, it seemed to Jason that the planet had exploded, that he was dreaming. He was in heaven. His mind screamed that he shouldn't be doing this, to walk away- but it was like a drug, totally addictive and explosive.

Jason tugged back, gasping for breath, a wild and devious look in his eyes. He laughed at Shane, who was trying to control himself, seeming totally exhilarated. He stared at Jason wide-eyed.

"What was that, Jason?" he asked.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Shane, that was what you did to me, right? You kissed me that day a few weeks back, didn't you? Didn't you?" he said anxiously, seeing Shane give him a confused look.

There was a long pause. Shane laughed suddenly, smiling. "You realised! Dude, I thought you'd never know! You know!"

Jason sighed, relieved. "Thank God! I thought I was imagining things! Why did you do it though? Why?"

Shane went silent and gulped, then glanced back up. "That was the day she broke up with me." he whispered.

"Mitchie? What, you break up with her then rebound to me?" Jason exclaimed, his face falling, hurt.

Shane shook his head vigorously, enveloping Jason in a tight hug. "No! Never, Jason, never. She knew. And couldn't understand. She didn't think I'd ever like anyone but her. She was wrong. She broke up with me because she thought it was strange and weird… that I liked you."

Jason smiled. He could see it now. They'd never kissed in public, or, near himself. They sang together, sure, but Shane had sung with Jason for years. Mitchie and Shane had acted just like friends. A camp crush, maybe, but nothing more.

He snuggled into Shane's neck, eyes closed.

"You forgive me?" Shane whispered.

"Always." Jason replied, and kissed him strongly.