Color Coded

Nathan Gray never thought he's keep something this big from his brothers-- especially when his secret started in lies. Nitchie Smitchie NxM Jella

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or any other things mentioned. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

A/n: This is my first story after I deleted the others, so please read and review. I don't really mind critics and/or flames; but reviews will make me happy. so...

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aug 30: i'm beginning on editing before i post the fourth chapter. i've realized that at some point-- my story hasn't really gone that smoothly so i'm revamping- that and a friend told me it was going too fast and then suddenly too slow... so i give you the new and hopefully improved prologue.

i don't think they're gonna have wireless internet signal connection to every place they'll be going to-- a plot defect,i just recently noticed- i changed a few things...

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Prologue

GuitarC3n logging in...

The computer monitor shook a little when the cute little bus, at this he scoffed, hit a bump. Where was she? It was midnight, she should've been online. The curly-haired boy glanced at his laptop again, deciding that he should just sleep; after all, the person he had been meaning to talk to wasn't there. Suddenly, his computer beeped, signaling a message.

MicMik online. Accept chat invitation?

Yes. He smiled slightly when he saw a new window screen pop up. He had been talking to this MicMik girl for weeks now, since the beginning of this summer tour when he found her email written on his old songbook. He had been very surprised to find that his past 14-year old self had written a girl's email address on his most-prized treasure. So, to satisfy his curiosity-- he looked her up.

MicMik: Hey, you there? Sorry, I was late tonight.

He chuckled, of course she would say sorry; it was just like her. He started typing on his keyboard, happily. He didn't know what happened, but since that fateful day he discovered her contact, this girl was on his mind 24/7. And it was such a feat. No one, at least not a girl he didn't even remember, would be able to captivate Nate Grey's mind; what with his fame, annoying brothers and his thousands of fans, it just couldn't be done. But now, here he was, just after his Connect 3 concert, talking to this girl when he was supposed to sleep.

GuitarC3n: No problem, how was school today?

MicMik: Just fine, guitarboy.

Nate's grin widened as he read her reply. Even after they've had corresponded for weeks, she was still shy of using his name; because she hadn't given him hers. She had resolved this by simply calling him guitarboy, instead of Nathan. Of course, he was careful of his identity, lest she should find out and be a fangirl. At this, he shuddered. He liked her just the way she was, not a fangirl she's bound to become when he revealed himself.

Ping...

MicMik: Are you too tired to talk? Because you don't seem to responsive today.

Ping...

MicMik: Hey, are you asleep? Stupid question. I guess, goodbye.

He reacted at this, no- he didn't want her to log off yet. He needed to talk to her, now, pronto. But I guess he was too late.

MicMik signed out.

Nate sighed, running a hand through his hair before closing his laptop. He really needed to get her phone number. soon.Because, who knows, maybe a few weeks later, the Connect 3 caravan will be going to places where there's no wireless internet signal. And he really needed peace of mind, who is she? what is she to me?

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Michelle stared at her computer screen, wondering why she had logged off so abruptly. But then, her best friend didn't know she was using her email; granted, that they made this account together, but she had her own personal one, Kayla, however, did not. She sighed, rubbing her eyes; her best friend had been so busy lately that she hadn't have time with her; but she understood, of course, being a public figure can be too hard. And besides, she owes her too much. So if her best friend was busy, it won't hurt her to just shut up and not complain.

At this, she closed her eyes; she knew too well of how busy stars can be; having experience it when she left Camp Rock 2 years ago. Now, she was eighteen and can't still get him out of her mind; and she can't even remember him, it's been too long ago. All she knew was that he was famous, and she'd been hurt so badly, by him.

She had long since moved out fro her parents' wing, opting to live where her best friend was. Hollywood, Los Angeles. She wasn't famous; just an always there plus-one, but hey, she didn't mind. The paparazzi doesn't mind her anyways, so life's going great. Even better when this GuitarC3n came to her life. He had her from hello.

GuitarC3n: Hey, I'm Nathan. I just randomly found your contact and wanted to say: Hi, do I know you?

Michelle can't seem to forget how silly he sounded... er, from what she'd read anyway. And she knew that definitely, she didn't know him... So maybe, her best friend did. But against her better judgement, she pretended, again...

MicMik: I don't know, you tell me.

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A/n: so that's it! Tell me what you think. Please Review!