A/N: I'm in a The Veronicas kind of mood right now. So this is a short little thing kind of based off their song Everything I'm Not.
Disclaimer:I don't anything you recognize from Camp Rock or The Veronicas.
"You don't need to ever change Mitch. You're perfect how you are, perfect for me how you are."
That's what you told me when we first got together. I was so worried I wasn't good enough. I wasn't the type anyone expected you to be with. I knew the press would tear me to shreds if, when, they got wind of our relationship. I tried to be prettier. I tried to be more of what they'd expect. And you weren't having that. You wanted me to stay me.
You were so wonderful. I thought you were the best thing ever. You were different then all the other silly boys out there. You were mine and you were amazing. That's where it went wrong.
You were too amazing; too wonderful. I couldn't measure up to you and your standards. You had said before I was perfect. I'm not perfect. Nobody's perfect. I've got my flaws. Everyone has their flaws. Yes, even you too, Mister I'm-so-much-better-than-everyone. Please. Like you're so perfect.
And despite you telling me I didn't need to change, I was. Except I didn't want to change anymore. I wanted to be me. What's the good of pretending to be someone else? That clearly didn't get me anywhere at camp and it wouldn't get me anywhere now. If you don't like me for me, that's your problem. That was the start of the end of you and me.
You had this crazy image of what your girlfriend should be like. You had standards, no matter how much you deny it. And the girl you wanted, was everything I'm not.
The press had known about us for a few months now and, as I suspected, they didn't take to me kindly. They started so many rumors I had lost count. I was a gold digger. I was a cheater. I was using you. Oh, and my favorite, I was paying you. Honestly. Whoever came up with that one was ridiculous.
And despite the craziness of them all I found with each rumor that I was cheating on you – because yes, there were that many – you would look at me with just the slightest bit more suspicion. Did you really think I'd cheat on you? Come on! And look who else the rumors were about! Jason, Nate, my cousin (cause I just find him oh so attractive – insert sarcastic eye roll), your brother, and, as much as it makes me gag, your ten-year-older-than-me manager. Do you really believe I'd cheat, let alone with any of them? Or that they'd do that to you? Just because I'm seen out with them doesn't mean anything.
It did to you though. Because suddenly you didn't like me making coffee runs with Nate or your manager. You didn't want me going for walks with Jason. You hesitated to allow me to go shopping with my own cousin. And your brother? Let's just say I haven't seen him since. There goes your birthday surprise. And not just them, suddenly when I wanted to go have a girl's night you'd give me the third degree. Who was going to be there? Where were we going? What time would we be back?
Well you know what? I don't need that. I don't need you monitoring my life. It's not like I need you, or anybody, telling me where I should and shouldn't go at night. Don't worry though, I'm sure you'll find someone who'll let you tell them how to life their life.
And when I tell you it's over you have the nerve to accuse me of leaving you for someone else. Really? That's just ridiculous. I'm sorry things didn't work out between us. Honestly, I am. That doesn't mean you can start accusing me of things though. I've been nothing but honest and loyal this whole relationship. It's not my fault that you let the press and your fame effect the way you saw me. It's not my fault that the girl you want is everything I'm not.