Just a story I came up with. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana, Camp Rock, or any of the characters/people in this.

Regrets

love. the word makes my skin crawl. It only means being happy for a short time and then enduring heartbreak.

And yet, it's something wonderful in the middle time. You're always smiling and laughing, they hold you and you feel that everything is alright. You feel like your on cloud 9. Then comes the day when he breaks your heart and goes for your best friend. I never even liked her, she always seemed like a stuck up snob, we're nothing like each other, so I don't even know why she was my best friend. She took the love of my life. Then she broke off our friendship the day after they got together. She never seemed to like me either. Love. It's crap. Being single is being free, like your standing on the green grass in summer with the sun beating it's heat on you while the wind brushes by.

Regret. Another word. She used him for publicity and when his reputation was completely trashed she broke up with him. He came to me telling me that he regretted breaking up with me. I smiled at him with the smirk of a person that lives to see people suffer. He deserved to suffer. I will not be with a boy who only takes me as second.

Second. It has 2 meanings - at least to me. 1. Second, as in seconds in the day. But that's not what I'm talking about. 2. Second, as in being chosen second by a guy like your not good enough to be first. It's insulting, makes you feel self conscious, and for me, want to die. He chose me second to my best friend who crushed his heart. He came asking to get back together.

Get back together. Ha! Those are funny words put in the same sentence! No. With me you can't just 'get back together.' That's the biggest crap of all of these.

He dated me happily for 2 years and suddenly broke it off. 3 days later I find out he's dating my ex-best friend. We were no longer friends after that. She used him for publicty and trashed his reputation. Then, broke up with him. He regretted breaking up with me, so he said. He chose me the day after she broke up with him. He wanted to get back together. I refused and told him I never wanted to see his pathetic face again. He then left. He did as I told him to do - go away forever. I found myself missing him, I was the one who still loved him. I was the one having regrets. Though, I didn't have anyone for the 'second' one I did find myself wanting to get back together with him. But he'd left, because I told him to.

Now my life is loveless, filled with regrets, and in nowhere in sight is the boy I want to get back together with.

My name is Lillian Marie Truscott. My best friend was Miley Ray Stewart. And the love of my life was - and still is - Nicholas Jerry Jonas.

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This is the first fanfic I ever wrote, so don't be to harsh. ;) R&R!