Red Flames

Playboy Shane Grey gets everything he wants. And right now, who he wants is good girl, Hot Tunes heiress Mitchie Torres. But it seems the girl isn't the least bit interested. AU Smitchie.

A/n: So while I'm a bit stuck on Color Coded. (Chapter 4 is on the way... promise!) I decided to start this new one... because it's been running around my head and I can't get it out. Anyway... I'm encouraging you to read my other stories... And this one and review... So there... Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own Camp Rock. Any similarities to any person, place, or thing is purely coincidental.

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"Oh.." Moans came out from the heavy intertwined couple on the couch. And from the excessive movements they were making, you'd think the couch would break... But unfortunately, Nate had to stand another minute of this torture.

"Shane," he tried again, hoping his buddy would emerge from his "red" haze. To no avail.. Shane didn't even look like he heard him. The curly-haired boy closed his eyes and groaned, they needed to be rehearsing. "Shane!" He marched up to the couple and pulled his shaggy-haired friend from the tangle of limbs.

"What!" The dark-haired handsome teen with deep brown eyes yelled, aggravated, "It's my garage Nate, I can do what the hell I want."

Their other team mate, Jason, growled, "Man, you got lipstick smeared on your face. That's not cool..."

Shane rolled his eyes, turning to the blonde he left on the long burgundy couch, "Sorry Amy, you got to go.."

The girl glared at him before fixing herself up, "It's Emy, Shaney... Call me..."

The band watched the girl leave the furnished garage before breaking out in yells. "If we're gonna make it big, you've got to stop acting like you're the king of everything."

"Yeah!" Jason agreed, "You've got sluts hanging by you everyday; that's bad for our image."

"Who the hell cares?" Shane shouted, "Look. It's my money, my garage, my band. Now, if you got a problem with that, leave. See if I care."

The taller boy's eyes softened, "We're your best friends, Shane. Me and Nate. We stick together. What's gotten into you..."

"Save it Jason!" His highness walked out of the room, slamming the door, "Get out. I don't need this today."

The boy teens looked helplessly at each other before leaving their practice area. "See you tomorrow."

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"Mitchie?" Steve Torres asked his daughter, yelling from the directors room intercom. "Come here."

The brunette stood up, brushing away her straight hair from her eyes. She wandered through the glass hallways leading from the waiting room to her father's office. She knocked quietly, getting pass her father's secretary without problem. "Yes daddy?"

Steve gestured to the seat in front of him, glancing busily at the scattered resumes on his large desk. He looked up, pondering if his daughter could really take the job, but then shrugged. He really didn't care much; this was just a budding career, very easy to reform if Mitchie messed up. "Darling, you need to learn the basics of this empire... And the other directors and I agreed that it would be okay for you to handle one of our try-outs. Now, no pressure." His eyes twinkled, "It's okay to mess up. And don't worry about school, you wouldn't be handling old geezers."

Mitchie laughed, lightening up the mood, "Yes, daddy... Do I get to choose?"

Father laughed, somehow, he knew his daughter would ask that. He just hoped she wouldn't choose... talents who were... attractive to people her age. A dad could only take so much. He took a file from his desk, giving the basic information, "Tess Tyler, 16, daugh--"

"No way." she furiously shook her head, "Not her. Plus, her mom would have my head if I screwed up." And please, she's got enough of Tess from school. That was barely tolerable as it is.

"Okay," he picked another one of the pre-screened people, "Terra Samuels, 17, from ... she's two towns far. Lassida High, junior."

Mitchie looked at the photograph thoughtfully, "Can I hear her sample? I'll think about it first."

He nodded, setting the file aside, "Edwin Lee, 20, oh, he's 5 towns down from us."

"No, that's too far dad." she reasoned, "I do need to study too."

"Last but not the least, Connect Three." Steve shook his head, pretty sure his daughter would pick this group, "Jason Press, 19, Shane Grey, 18, Nate Bass, 16, Felix Academy for boys; a couple of blocks away."

Mitchie's eyes widened, "That's it. This is perfect. They're near. And I could mess up, because they won't care. They're rich... Terra will be dedicated, dad, I can't afford to mess up with her. But them... We'll be working at our own pace."

"I understand." Dad instructed, "Now, go, call them up. And meet up with them... Oh, share this project with Caitlyn. Gellar's heiress needs to learn too."

Mitchie rolled her eyes, "Caitlyn's the best producer intern you have."

Her father winked, "I know."

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"Hello." Nate asked, answering his phone, causing Jason to pause as well. "Nate here."

"Hi," the other line said, "I'm Mitchie Torres, a... junior manager from Hot Tunes, L.A. We're interested in working with your band if we can work out agreements. Are you free right now? We can talk in the Headquarters."

"Sure," Nate said excitedly, "Thank you, Miss Torres. We'll be there."

"What was that?" Jason asked as soon as the call ended.

"Call Shane, we are going to Hot Tunes."

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"RRRRnnnng..."

"Ugh!" Shane pushed the unknown girl from him impatiently, "Move."

The girl whimpered, listening in on his conversation... "Leaving already Shaney."

Shane sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yes, now go. Faster, C'mon. I got to get myself fixed."

The girl nodded, walking out of his room, "Call me.."

"Hold that Jase. I'm coming soon."

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A/n: Okay? Bad? Let me know what you think.