Disclaimer: I don't own anything, even though I'd really enjoy owning Joe Jonas. Or Nick Jonas, since he's growing on me.

Author's Note: First of all, this is going to be a collection of shortish/mediumish/longish oneshots, inspired by the LJ community, fanfic100. Basically, the goal of this community is to take at least 25 of their prompts (you have seven prompt tables to choose from) and write a fic based on those prompts. I'm going to try and do at least twenty-five, but I could do all 100, since there are 100 prompts to a table.

But for now, my goal is twenty-five ShaneMitchie ficlets. I hope all those people who read and follow my other stories will read these, and enjoy!

(Oh, and by the way, the title's subject to change, so if you have any other ideas, please tell me? I'm open to anything.)

Summary: Love comes in many different forms, and sometimes you even find it in the places you least expect it... A collection of ficlets based around Shane and Mitchie's friendship and later romance.

Title: The Lie

Prompt: Destroy

Word Count: 716

Summary: Shane's thoughts after Tess reveals Mitchie's secret

He should have known.

He should have known that it was too good to be true, that there was no way someone could just like him for him and not for his fame. After all, nobody else had just wanted to hang out with Shane, the person, not Shane Gray, the celebrity, so why would Mitchie be different? Why did he expect her to like him for who he was and not what he always portrayed?

I wanted her to, that's why.

I wanted her to like me for who I was, so I didn't bother asking more questions. After all, how could I have not seen it?

Hindsight was always said to be 20/20, and Shane had never found that more true than right now. It was obvious Mitchie was related to the cook, Mrs. Torres—they publicly flaunted the fact they had the same last name, for God's sake! If any of them had just thought about it for a moment, they would have realized that Mitchie was lying... and then Shane wouldn't have had that argument with Mitchie.

Shane glared at the ground, kicking up the dirt in his path as he walked along the lake.

He hated her.

She should have realized that lying wasn't going to help; she should have known that people would have been her friend regardless of whether or not she was famous. Hell, he would have been her friend even though her parents might not be rich and famous. After all, he had fallen for her before he even knew her lie. She should have known that the lie would get revealed eventually.

Except she didn't.

And her lie had gotten revealed.

Now Shane didn't know what he was supposed to do. If Mitchie was lying to him about who she was, why couldn't she have lied to him about all she had said to him over the past few weeks?

Mitchie's words came floating back to him as he asked himself that question.

"I don't lie."

Shane let out a cold laugh. She was lying about everything else, so why wouldn't she lie about liking his music? Why wouldn't she lie about wanting to get to know Shane instead of Shane Gray?

He sighed.

Look at what Mitchie Torres' silly little lie was doing to him. This wasn't what was supposed to happen—none of this summer's events were supposed to happen, but this... this was incredibly unexpected.

And I shouldn't let it bother me.

Even though I do.

Why did he let it bother him so much? There had been countless people who lied to him just for the stuff before. There had been countless people who had gotten close to him only to turn their back on him again, especially in the past year or so. Why was Mitchie Torres so different? Why did her lie hurt him so much? Why did it have to be her?

Because you nearly got a crush on her, a tiny voice whispered in his head, and Shane stopped, walked over a tree, and began beating his head on it.

No, I have not, he protested. She's just Mitchie, just the cook's daughter. I couldn't possibly like her. It's impossible. And even if it was possible back then, it's not possible now that she's lied to me.

Their friendship was destroyed and there was nothing he was willing to do about it.

I don't like her anymore.

I couldn't even if I wanted to.

It's over.

Shane stopped beating his head against the tree. A cold breeze wifted across the clear blue lake on one side of him and Shane decided it was time to go back to the mess hall—it was probably time for supper. With that thought, he began walking back toward the cabin, his thoughts still somehow immersed in what had occurred at Beach Jam.

This destroyed our friendship, Shane thought. And I should just forget about her...

Another sigh escaped his lips.

It was just too bad giving up on Mitchie Torres sounded as impossible as giving up music forever.

Wasn't that just his luck?

Author's Note: There we go—the first installment of my ficlet collection. I'm not one hundred percent happy with the ending, but I hope you enjoyed it!

Also, another one-shot will be coming up soon, not part of this collection, but I'm really excited about writing it. It's called Look Me In The Eyes (as far as I can see), and it's based on the Jonas Brothers song, When You Look Me In The Eyes. I think you can put together the rest, and I think you'll really enjoy it.

But let's just take one story at a time. Please review this one?