Thanks for the reviews, especially to you, StroodleDoodleFuhn. This is dedicated to you, because you oh-so-love Naitlyn.
Don't own Camp Rock. Nope.
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I shiver
as he touches me
softly
but surely
and he grins as I kiss him
eagerly, almost
and then I pull away
because I know it's wrong
the stolen kisses
the hidden glances
the fact that they know
Shane and Mitchie know
Shane knows those girls-night-outs
Are really Nate-night-outs
and Mitchie knows Nate's quick stop at the grocery store
are really quick stops at Caitlyn's house
And I know it's wrong
And as I kiss Shane's cheek softly
And I feel his dark brown eyes gaze upon me
Upon me, his lover
Upon me, his killer
I almost feel a pang of regret
Pure, horrible, torturing regret
And it haunts me as I drive cautiously
to the house I'm so familiar with
Even though I know I shouldn't be
And when Nate greets me at the door with a soft kiss
I pull away and say
"We shouldn't be doing this, Nathaniel"
and he sighs, and says
"I know we shouldn't"
he frowns for a moment
examining my own worried features
as I examine his
the auburn, curly hair, that just hangs over his deep, brown eyes
the contrast between his soft, pale skin and his light pink lips
And it's so wrong
The way I feel
The way I love him
And he looks down at his feet
Then looks up, and begins to kiss me
oh-so-softly
so sweetly, and I feel the pang of remorse in my heart
But this time I don't pull back
Because even though it's so wrong
It feels so right.
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Well, how was it? I wrote it a bit quickly, because the idea just popped into my head while I checked my email, and once I was typing, I couldn't stop until I finished. I read it over, and since it didn't seem too obvious, it's in Cait's POV. Naitlyn, with slight mentions of Shaitlyn and Nitchie. Haha, I should've put that in the summary, or in the beginning. But instead, I put it in the end.