Hey guys, it's Pyro aka FreakyGeniusGirl here. I have come up with a brilliant idea that I want to post under the "Mental" account, as the idea pertains to that word precisely. Here, we as a group shall be posting crack ficlets featuring all of our favorite characters from Camp Rock. Read, enjoy, review.

(Oh, and for those few of you who ARE members of the society and had no idea that I would be posting this, err, surprise?)

Oh yeah, I own nothing pertaining to Camp Rock.

The One With The Birdhouse

A CR Crack Fic by pyrolyn-776

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Once upon a September of two thousand and eight years, there lived a boy who called himself Jason. Okay, so technically speaking he didn't refer to himself as Jason, other people referred to him as Jason. He...you get the point.

Anyhoo, Jason was what one would describe to be a rather happy young lad. He was always smiling, a touchy-feely kind of guy. Some people would even call him gay, that's how happy he was.

However, Jason did have his peculiarities. He, for example, always made sure to wake up at 5: 24 a.m. precisely, not a minute before or after. Heh, there was one time that Shane and Nate reset his clock so that it read 7:24 when it went off, though it truly was 5:24, and Jason...he went into a pyschotic frenzy, shouting profanities that would have disgraced his mother to the very core. The look on his face when the truth was revealed, oh if only looks could kill. Shane and Nate would be a pile of ash.

The single most odd thing about Jason though, trumping over his OCD with his alarm, was his obsession with birdhouses. First off: Who the hell is obsessed with birdhouses? And secondly: Why birdhouses of all things?

Sit back and relax kiddies, because you're about to find out.

Shane was walking over to Jason, holding an ugly ass, cardboard box in his hands. With a smile as wide as a banana peal spread across his face, he stopped directly in front of Jason.

Jason looked up. "Hi Shane!" he said enthusiastically, disregarding the box in Shane's hands.

Shane held out the box. "Here, happy birthday."

"It's my birthday!?" Jason jumped up, taking the box in his hands.

Shane continued to smile, clenching his teeth together. "Uh huh."

Jason shook the box. "What'd you get me?" His eyes lit up as he thought of all the possibilities.

"You could always open it to find out."

Jason began to list off the numerous oddities that only he would ask for as gifts. "I got it!" He jumped up. "You got me a fire resistant," he started off, as Shane finally tuned the poor guy out.

"Jason! Just open the damn box."

"Okay!" Jason complied, ripping the poor box to shreds. He peeked inside, his once happy smile immediately vanishing. Pulling out a cluster of popsicle sticks he looked from the piece of crap to Shane. "What is this?"

"It's a birdhouse."

Jason stared down at the popsicle sticks once more.

"This is a...birdhouse?"

"Yeah."

Jason once again, stared at Shane's creation. "Are you sure, because it looks to me like you just ate some popsicles and stuck them together."

Shane rolled his eyes. "Would I do that to you?"

"Err, no?"

"Exactly, so take your birdhouse and enjoy." And then Shane walked away, leaving Jason to his "birdhouse".

Slowly, a new smile graced Jason's face. Hugging the birdhouse to his chest, he skipped away, years of an unhealthy obsession just waiting to happen.

In the end, we all must ask ourselves: Is it Jason or Shane that is the dumb one?

You decide.

A/N: Heh, I've got way too much time on my hands, lol.