World War Three, Smitchie Style Chapter 3: Uh oh Shane's SMIRKING, a camp rock fanfic

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In the bathroom...

Mitchie had Caitlyn Gellar on speed dial. So as soon as she locked the door she pressed a button and waited for her to pick up the phone. Mitchie played with a strand of her hair, feeling anxious. How could this happen to me?, Mitchie wondered, feeling as if she were in some kind of bad movie. It was so unfair. Why her of all people? She actually wrote good stories, she got great feedback from 99rooms fans and even the top writers of Fictionexpress! And then some stupid 99roomsbiotics with no life came and reported her. HER! Mitchie felt frustrated. She had put so much effort in each and everyone of her stories and they were disappearing in front of her very eyes and she couldn't do anything about it. NOT! A! THING!

Finally Caitlyn picked up her phone.

Why did she take so long? Well, Mitchie had chosen her ringtone. It was "Shake it" by Metro Station, so everytime Mitchie called, Caitlyn would started dancing randomly, no matter where she were. She loved that song.

List of common knowledge at the Connect 3 house: (and for C3 friends)
- Jason loves birdhouses and Oprah (must tell him when she's on TV).
- Nate's fluent in sarcasm.
- If you touch Shane's hair products, you're dead meat.
- Uncle Brown isn't British, he's Australian.
- If Mitchie grins like a Cheshire cat, you should run for your life.
- If Shane gives you the "Gray Stare", you should also run for your life.
- Caitlyn doesn't pick up her phone quickly because she's usually dancing to the ringtone.

When Mitchie pondered "OHHH, WHY MEEE?", Caitlyn had been dancing on the kitchen and signing "SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE ITTT!" at the top of her lungs, scaring her neighbors and the pool boy. And Mitchie knew it.

"How may I serve you today, Oh Mistress of the 99rooms fandom?" Caitlyn said solemnly.

Mitchie flinched.

"There will be no more 99rooms fandom..." She said moodily.

"And thus began the apocalypse..." Caitlyn said dramatically, trying to keep from laughing.

She loved 99rooms and Fictionexpress as much as she did but she also loved to pester Mitchie about it. Mitchie looked so funny when she got mad, she looked like Sponge Bob's teacher Miss Puff. Mitchie's face would blow up like a balloon and she would pout.

"CAITLYN! This isn't funny!" Mitchie cried, knowing what her friend was thinking about.

They were best friends after all. And best friends read each other's minds. They had met last year in Camp Rock and since they lived close they hadn't lost contact. Caitlyn actually lived 3 blocks away.

"OK, OK! Geez, woman..." Caitlyn sighed. "What's up?"

"I was going to show Shane..." Mitchie started, but Caitlyn interrupted her.

"Your unyielding love for him?" She teased.

Mitchie giggled. THAT she couldn't deny. Yes, she did love Shane very much but she couldn't tell him. And anyway that wasn't why she had called.

"What? NO. I was going to show Shane one of my stories." Mitchie said slowly, twisting the phone-cord around her finger as she spoke. "He, Jason and Nate were acting weird because of the grin I had plastered on my face. They acted like if me grinning meant..."

"The end of all that is good and pure?" Caitlyn offered.

Mitchie's Cheshire cat grin was worldwide famous. Well, at least Camp Rock famous.

The first time Caitlyn had seen it was when Mitchie and her where down by the lake, wondering what they could do about the Final Jam and not being able to participate in it. And there... MITCHIE GRINNED. And the rest is history.

"Exactly." Mitchie chuckled. "Just because I happen to be grinning like that when..."

"You are up to some evil master plan as when you plucked Shane's eyebrows?" Caitlyn completed her sentence.

"I just wanted to see how he would look without caterpillar eyebrows. AND THEY GREW BACK! Plus, they look even cuter now." Mitchie defended herself.

"AND when you tryied to set Nick up with that... friend of yours?" Caitlyn added, counting with her fingers.

"Oh, Sierra..." Mitchie paused. "How could I possibly know she would start talking about exploding spiders and watermelons and asking him to give him some samples of DNA for a science project?"

"I think that qualifies as 'Unpleasant Memories'... to say the least." Caitlyn laughed. "Poor Nate... he will never recover from that traumatic, near-death experience..."

"Then maybe I could set him up with you..." Mitchie started to grin.

She had always thought Nate and Caitlyn would be a cute couple. They could be NAITLYN. Mitchie started to grin.

"I'd rather have some red hot iron bars stuffed in my stomach!" Caitlyn exclaimed before Mitchie could say anything.

Sure, Nate was cute.

But Caitlyn was one of the guys and she didn't like Nate that way.

"Sureee. Whatever you say..." Mitchie purred.

"Hey, don't take it on me, Miss Doomsday..." Caitlyn snapped.

Mitchie remembered and groaned.

"Caitlyn, they reported me!" Mitchie cried.

Caitlyn forgot all about the Nate thing. Mitchie? REPORTED? BUT SHE WAS THE NICEST GIRL ON FICTIONEXPRESS!

"Oh, no they didn't." Caitlyn snapped her fingers.

"GET YOUR SARCASTIC SELF HERE, I NEED MORAL SUPPORT!" Mitchie said dramatically.

"HOLD ON TIGHT, TORRES. I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Caitlyn said just as dramatically.

They giggled a bit and hung up. Caitlyn could always make Mitchie feel better. She couldn't wait for her to get there. Mitchie sighed and opened the door.

"OWWWW!" Uncle Brown cried, as the pyramind he and the boys had done agaisnt the bathroom door, collapsed to the floor.

"My arm!" Cried Nate.

"MY FRAPPACHINO!" Shouted Jason, trying to save it.

"My god..." Shane sighed.

Mitchie rolled her eyes and looked expectantly at the boys lying on the floor.

"Are you ok?" Shane asked Mitchie, standing up and putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Why were you eavesdropping?" She demanded.

"Because he loves youuuuuuuuuuu." Jason grinned.

Shane leaned down and punched him on the arm.

"Yeah dude, the golden rule is to tell the truth." Nate reminded Shane, from his spot on the floor.

"Why don't you both zip it for once?" Shane felt himself starting to blush and he DID NOT like to blush. Especially not in front of Mitchie. "Anyway... Mitchie, are you ok?" He said, trying to control his blushing reflexes.

"No." Mitchie frowned.

The bell rang.

"I'LL GET IT!" Jason shouted, dashing for it. Jason loved opening the door. He didn't know why, but he did. "Good morning, Caitlyn." he grinned.

"It's afternoon actually, but hey, who cares? Good morning!" The girl said cheerfully. "Is the Lady of Angst in here?"

"CAITLYN!" Mitchie cried, pushing Shane away and ran to Caitlyn.

She threw her arms around her.

"How come she doesn't do that to me?" Shane and Jason mumbled.

Wait, what? JASON?

Why yes, I'm as surprised as you are, reader.

Nate laughed. Uncle Brown chuckled. Shane glared at Jason. Jason grinned. Shane smacked him. Jason frowned and hit him. They started wrestling.

"Dude, he doesn't even like Mitchie." Nate rolled his eyes at Shane's behavior.

Jason had been kidding. What was up with Shane? Why was he so insanely jealous?!

"IT'S THE PRINCIPLE, DUDE!" Shane exclaimed. "Wait, what?" He smiled sheepishly. "Oops, sorry Jay."

"S'kay." Jason laughed. "I'm just saying... I'm in Connect 3 and the girl with the voice doesn't show me the same affection she shows you and Nate."

That mystified Jason.

A LOT.

Nate looked at Jason in alarm. Shane turned to Nate with a WTF look on his face. Nate laughed and shook his head.

"Oh you mean the time she was so happy I found her notebook full of songs... she hugged me?" Nate snapped his fingers, remembering.

"OKAY. Too much teenage drama for me." Uncle Brown declared, standing up from the floor. "Call me if you need anything... I'll be at Starbucks. I need a latte."

That's what Brown always does.

Oh, yes.

"Can you get me a frappachino?" asked Jason.

"But you already have one!" Brown exclaimed looking down at the drink Jason had in his hand.

"Why don't you join Uncle Brown, Jay? YOU could get your coffee." said Shane. "You too, Nate. You look... hungry. Why don't you go to Dunking Donuts as well or something?"

Nate rolled his eyes but followed Uncle Brown outside. Jason sipped his coffee loudly and didn't move a muscle. Nate came back, rolled his eyes again and grabbed him by the arm. Jason closed the door behind him.

"Peace, at last!" Shane raised his arms.

"Bravo." Caitlyn clapped. "So Lady of Angst, what's the red flag again?"

Mitchie took a deep breath.

"Iwrotethemostamazing99roomsstoryandwantedtoshowShaneandwhenIwentomylaptoptocheckitsaidithadbeendeleted." Mitchie said quickly.

Caitlyn looked breathless, like if she had been the one who had done the talking.

"Right... yeah." She mumbled, looking confused. She turned to Shane. "Shane! You talk Speedish. Translate, please."

"Mitchie was going to show me her stories but she couldn't because Fictionexpress decided they were illegal and deleted them." Shane replied.

"Well, that I understood..." Caitlyn stated with relief, but then her expression shifted to confusion again. "Wait, ILLEGAL? How come? HOW CAN A STORY POSTED ONLINE BE ILLEGAL?!"

OH WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO!

"Didn't I tell you about this already? On the phone?" Mitchie asked.

"No, you didn't." Shane said. "You just told her you got reported..."

"How come he knows?" Caitlyn asked.

"He eveasdropped." Mitchie giggled.

"Fascinating." C

"What did I tell you over the phone, Caitlyn?"

"Well, you told me you loved Shane..."

"CAITLYN!"

"You did?" Shane had a goofy grin.

"No." Mitchie blushed.

"You don't love me?" Shane looked hurt.

"SHANE!" Mitchie exclaimed.

"Why do you keep screaming our names?" Caitlyn asked amused.

"I DON'T KNOW!" Mitchie shouted, then giggled.

Caitlyn opened her mouth to say something and raised a finger. Shane and Mitchie looked at her expectantly.

"Uhh... nevermind... I forgot." Caitlyn gave them an apologetic smile. "Hey, what did they tell you when they reported you?"

"Fictionexpress says that you cannot write about real life people." Shane said.

Mitchie made a face.

"That's gotta be the most preposterous rule ever." Caitlyn chuckled.

"Yeah." Mitchie agreed. "I mean, the tabloids can say WHATEVER they want and I can't write a cute, harmless story?"

"Ok, that's it. We are going to do something about this!" Caitlyn raised her arm like a president while giving a moving speech.

And Shane raised... an eyebrow.

"What could we possibly do?" Mitchie hung her head.

"I..." Caitlyn lowered her arm. "DON'T KNOW!

They were quiet for a while.

Then Shane smirked like Dr. Evil.

"Uh oh, Shane's smirking." Caitlyn nudged Mitchie.

Mitchie looked up.

"Shane smirking is almost as bad as me grinning, isn't it?"

Shane rubbed his hands maliciously. He had a "I'm an evil genius rockstar and I have a plan" smirk on his face.

"Ohhhhh yeah..." He smirked even more.