Author's Note: Congratulations to WritingSia, geek'd and SweetSerenityPeacexRose for getting the parts of the original characters! The humor aspect of this story…

Connect Three's sleek limousine pulled up at the front of the high school to pick up Shane, and as he went inside, he merely greeted, "Hey."

Nate frowned slightly, and emitted a drawn-out sigh as he replied, "Look, I don't even know why this involves us. It feels wrong, and if Caitlyn finds out, you're going to get it…"

"Get what?" Jason inquired bluntly, "Oh, oh! This is just like those television shows! We're going to need walkie-talkies, and cool nicknames! I'm going to be Blue Jay, Shane can be Raven, and Nate can be Penguin!"

"And why am I the only one that gets a flightless bird?" he inquired, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, the 'jay' in Blue Jay is part of my name! And Shane's hair is black, so he gets to be Raven, and you…I don't really know."

Shane rolled his eyes, and afterwards, they were each given a hand-held transmitter and receiver, or as they were called, 'walkie-talkies.' Their limousine was taking them towards the only mall in the city.

"Ever thought of a disguise?" the curly-haired of Connect Three questioned. He set a pair of glasses at his eyes, even if he didn't wear spectacles.

"You sure look ridiculous," Shane commented.

"At least you should get a wig or a hat! And why are we even going to spy on Mitchie? Can't you trust her?"

"Of course I trust her!"

"Shane's jealous! Shane's jealous!" Jason chimed incessantly.

A pale pink tinted his cheeks, and he seemed he wanted to throw Jason out of the limousine.

"There's some wig store outside of the mall," Nate said, sighing.

Connect Three immediately entered the wig shop, hoping nobody would notice them. It seemed the store was having a slow business. Shane shuddered at the shelves of statue heads with false hair settle upon them. An area was filled with boxes that contained hair dyes, and of the sort.

"Hurry up and find something," Nate muttered.

"Put this on!" Jason exclaimed merrily as he placed a multicolored-afro upon his luscious, raven locks.

"That's what a clown would wear!"

"Here," Nate mumbled, draping Shane's hair with a heap of blonde locks, "now you look like Jesse McCartney."

"I look better," Shane muttered, glancing at his reflection, "I have no choice but to get it."

As they were guided to the mall, they were dropped off at the back, where they wouldn't make much of an impression.

"Raven is moving out, over," Shane spoke roughly into the transmitter.

"Someone thinks highly of themselves," Jason scoffed.

His russet eyes narrowed, and retorted, "That's the name you gave me! Just forget it, Mitchie should already be in the mall."

Before them was the mall, which was not anything special to them, since they were used to large, exquisite places. As Connect Three entered, it seemed like the traffic was alright since there was not much people. Fortunately, they had not drawn any attention to them. They were in an extensive store, with a large collection of clothing, called Dawn Couture Boutique.

Shane certainly pondered where Mitchie and her friends would be, and he knew she arrived a while ago.

"Sierra, finally!" exclaimed a voice that caused his heart to skip a beat. What he didn't expect was that Mitchie would be in this very store.

"Hi, Mitchie! I want you to meet Lindsay Claire Davis! Maybe you've seen her around before?" Sierra introduced to her, a slender, timid-seeming girl. Raven locks cascaded at her shoulders, with blue streaks running down. Long lashes caressed her gentle, azure orbs that glanced at Mitchie.

"Hi there," Lindsay (WritingSia) said softly, a smile gracing her lips.

"It's nice to meet you," she nodded as she greeted.

"And this is Kelsey Sue Klocksieben," Sierra introduced her to a Filipina girl with light brown eyes, and coiled, layered locks with bangs swept to her sides.

"Hey, you can call me Suze if you want," Kelsey (geek'd) merely greeted, "And wow, the Mitchie Torres? Nice to meet you!"

"Well hello, it's nice to meet you " she answered, "and sorry, my friend Caitlyn Gellar couldn't make it today."

"It's alright," Sierra answered, "And finally, this is Bernadine Armena!"

Bernadine (SweetSerenityPeacexRose) nodded towards Mitchie; her skin was a pleasant, light tan, caressed by her ebony locks. A color she couldn't distinguish, of bronze and golden highlighted her locks apparently. Glasses were set upon her eyes, glossing over her kind eyes.

"It's nice to meet you all," Mitchie greeted, her lips curving into a smile.

The girls began chatting about clothing, and what would match with them.

Shane hid behind racks of clothes, and his expression dropped. Mitchie would be hanging out with more people than he expected. While Nate sighed believingly that Caitlyn had not came along.

"That would look so nice with you," Lindsay murmured gently, showing Mitchie a little pouch. It seemed like a wallet to Shane, since he couldn't imagine Mitchie having a purse. The wallet had a green, plaid pattern, adorned with little silver trinket-like charms.

"It would!" Mitchie answered, "I can't afford it though."

Shane cursed under his breath.

"I can get it for you, Mitch'," a masculine voice said, which caused her to immediately turn around.

"M-Myles? What're you doing here?" Mitchie exclaimed, embracing the guy around her age.

"Myles? Who is this guy?" Shane muttered gently. Mitchie didn't seem like the person who would cheat on him. He believed she would have an explanation, but he couldn't reveal he was spying on her. A surge of envy rushed throughout him. He looked like he wanted to beat the living daylights out of this Myles person.

When Shane was about to step out, Nate prevented him. "What're you doing?" Nate inquired, "and don't say you're getting suspicious of Mitchie!"

"Let's just follow them for now," Shane mumbled, a little irritated that this unknown guy was hanging around Mitchie.

"Is that…Jesse McCartney?" Lindsay asked, turning around to see, Shane with his blonde wig. Shane cursed that even with a disguise, he'd still be famous.

"No way," Kelsey answered, squinting at Shane, "but he's kind of cute…"

"I don't think so," Bernadine murmured, a little puzzled.

"He could look different in person," Sierra said, shrugging her shoulders.

"I…don't really care for those pretty-boy pop stars like him and Connect Three, or whatever they're called. Their music's stupid," Myles commented coolly. He certainly caught Mitchie off-guard there; was he insulting them? Mitchie's soft, auburn eyes narrowed, getting irritated.

"Look here," Mitchie began, "I don't care if you don't like them. But Shane happens to be my boyfriend!"

Shane merely sprinted as quick as he could, but remained hidden, and kept a distance so that he could still watch them. Mitchie was standing up for him, and a grin appeared upon his lips.

"And?" Myles questioned.

Mitchie frowned, and answered, "You're the most obnoxious cousin I could ever have,"

"C-cousin?" Shane mumbled softly, practically choking. He suddenly realized his mistake, how he actually doubted her.

"Well," Nate simply said, rolling his eyes.

Jason slumped on the wall, mumbling, "I'm so bored…"

"Let's keep on moving," Shane mumbled, frowning, as they exited the store.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Courtney commented arrogantly, as she scoffed towards Mitchie and Sierra.

"Well, look what the wind blew in," Kelsey immediately replied towards the conceited blonde from school.

"Touch," Courtney hissed.

"It's touché, actually," Bernadine suddenly corrected.

"Like I care," Courtney sneered, "And Torres, where's Shane? Dumped you? I don't blame him."

"He'd never do anything like that," Mitchie answered.

"Look, he just feels sorry for you," she replied, coiling strands of her blonde locks around her finger.

"Why not ask him yourself?" Sierra questioned, shrugging her shoulders.

"Why? I don't need to," Mitchie replied, arching an eyebrow.

"Do it," Courtney spat intently.

Mitchie rolled her eyes in response, as she was being forced to call Shane. She dialed his number, and waited patiently for him to answer.

Suddenly, Shane's ring tone began playing; he froze in his tracks, since he was strolling just behind the girls. Mitchie turned around quickly, arching an eyebrow. As she ended the call, the chiming from the blonde boy behind them had ended. Shane cursed under his breath, and took off.

"That was kind of awkward…" Lindsay commented, "A coincidence?"

As Shane was dashing away with the rest of Connect Three, a police officer had confronted them. "I've been watching, and you three seem to be stalking those girls," the officer said sternly, but fortunately the girls did not hear.

Nate merely gaped.

The officer then said, "You'll have to wait in the office with me."

"But we're Connect Three!" Jason exclaimed, flailing his arms as they were seated in the office.

"Sure, you are," the officer answered, sarcasm lacing his words. Shane removed his wig, and Nate took off his spectacles.

"We really are!"

"Your driver's license?" he asked towards Shane.

Shane put his hands in his pockets, feeling around to see if he had his wallet. "I didn't bring my wallet…"

The police officer shook his head.

"But one of those girls we were uh…following, I guess, happens to be my girlfriend, Mitchie Torres."

The officer sighed, and turned on the intercom, "Could Mitchie Torres, I repeat Mitchie Torres, come to the office in the front of the first floor?"

Mitchie paused in her tracks, perplexed.

"What did you do? Shoplift?" Courtney sneered, as Mitchie strolled away, making her way towards the office.

As she entered, a puzzled expression swept across her face. "Shane? What're you doing here?"

"You three are actually Connect Three?" the officer questioned.

They nodded slowly in unison.

"You're free to go."

"What're you doing here?" Mitchie repeated, confused.

"Uh, we just happen to be shopping…"

"I mean, held up in this office?"

"It's a long story," Nate interrupted bluntly.

"Shane…" she said in a forewarning tone.

"I was just…worried, I guess," Shane muttered, shrugging.

"You mean jealous," Jason mumbled, but he got elbowed at his side.

"So, you followed me all the way here?"

"Sort of," he murmured gently, "but it's not like I didn't trust you."

"Shane! Well, I can't stay irritated at you…" Mitchie murmured, leaning closer towards him.

"We just wanted to see what was up…Oh my gosh! Connect Three! And you two were about to kiss! How sweet!" Kelsey exclaimed.

Mitchie whispered to Shane softly, as a giggle emitted upon her parted lips, "I'll always love this certain, overprotective, bipolar, pretty boy."

Jason inquired confusedly, "And who's he?"

Author's Note: Please review!