DISCLAIMER: Just so you guys know, I wrote this story as part of my evil plan to take over the Camp Rock fandom. I think it's going great.
…Okay, guys, confession time: I was lying. I know, I know. I had you goin' there for a second though, didn't I? The song is "Mother We Just Can't Get Enough" by the New Radicals. Do you 2 readers like the lyrics thing, or should I just stop? It's up to you!
OH, another note. Remember last chapter, how he said it was Mitchie's 17th birthday? Ignore that.
Theres something
about you,
Tears me inside out
Whenever youre around
Theres
something about you
Speeding through my veins
Until we hit the
ground
Ring Ring
"Shutup."
Ring Ring
"Oh, sweet Jesus."
Ring Ring
Only one person on the face of the planet was brave enough to call Mitchie Torres at 7 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday.
"Nathaniel Gray, I am going to come over there and kick you so hard your grandchildren will feel it."
"Good morning, sunshine."
"Except, your grandchildren won't feel it, because I am going to chop off your testicles before I kick you for the sole purpose of making your life miserable and grandchildren-less."
"I never have liked kids."
"Whatever, when your mid-life crisis rolls around and you realize that you never had kids, you'll be very upset."
"At least when my mid-life crisis rolls around, I'll be able to say I had the chance to make beautiful Nate Jrs., whereas you won't."
"Oh, really? And why is that?"
"Because no guy in their right mind would screw you."
"Good one, Nate. Real clever. How long did you sit in your room trying to think of that? Eight hours?"
"Better than sitting in my room masturbating to the Jonas Brothers for eight hours."
"You're just jealous that Nick Jonas is a billion and two times hotter and more sensitive than you will ever be."
"Nick Jonas has pubic hair all over his head."
"The same can be said about Nate Gray."
"Now that just wasn't funny."
"I apologize. My comebacks are usually better at 8."
"Mitchie?"
"Yes, Pubey?"
"Good morning."
Mitchie rolled her eyes and smiled, sitting up in the bed. As much as she wanted to stick Nate's head in a blender at times, she loved him to death. They had been the best of friends since they were 7, and Mitchie sometimes wondered how she would have survived high school without him.
"Good morning, Nate," she sighed sarcastically.
"Okay, now that we've got that out of the way, I'm coming over."
"What? No! I'm still in my pajamas…I look like crap! Nate, no. No, no, no-"
"So what? Mitchie, if I must remind you, I've seen you naked before. Personally, I think pajamas would be a step up, but if you want to pull out the birthday suit, be my guest."
Mitchie could practically hear him grinning from across the street. She blushed, remembering possibly the number one most humiliating day in her adolescent life.
"I was 12, and if I must remind you, you were the one who spilled soda all over my new jeans, therefore forcing me to change in your room."
"You were the one who used my G.I. Joe action figure as a cover up."
"The fact that you had a doll at the age of 12 kind of worries me."
"Whatever."
"Now that just wasn't funny, mister."
"Can it. I'm coming over."
Dial Tone
Okay, I know it's boring. But PLEASE OH PLEASE stick with me, I promise it will get better/more interesting soon! Oh, and THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THE 2 REVIEWERS WHOSE NAMES I JUST FORGOT! :D You guys rock. So, REVIEW and tell me what you really think about it, or Zeus will strike you with lightning. I can make it happen. I got some connections, yo. After all, I DO own Camp Rock.
