Hey! Alright so this is my new story. I use to have one like it a long time ago but I didn't like it so I deleted it. Since then, I think I have improved writing and stuff like that,lol. It's not a Camp Rock story and has nothing to do with Camp rock but it has there names. In my opinion though, it is a pretty good story with romance and drama and friendship and blah blah blah. But, hope you like it!

"God, is it that hard to do? It's just a staple Mark! Only a staple!"

"But it has germs on it! Disgusting nasty Germs that others use! I can't use that to hang you're dad's picture!"

"Then buy a damn new one!"

Hey. I'm Lindsay and that right there was the stupidest 26 year old guy who is freaked out of germs. He just so happens to be my dad's assistant. Actually, seems like everyone in L.A these says are dying to work for my dad.

When I was 6, I thought my life was pretty complicated being busy and never having a normal childhood.. That was Until I met my best friend Nate Grey. Then, I found out a secret that I have never known before but before that I hated him. I bet you're wondering, "Who would hate THE Nate Grey?"

I did. Why? Because he was talented. I know, lame reason, but my own father liked him better then me. Don't get me wrong, I do love my father, but we never have father/ daughter quality time. He's a song producer and writer and he helped me write and sing songs, until we found Nick. This kid had a...girl voice, but my father still loved him, and then when my mom met him...she almost worshipped him. One day I got so annoyed with him I just told him to, "GO FIND YOUR OWN FAMILY!"

I know, I was so damn cruel for a 6 year old child. That hurt him really bad and he threw the dirtiest look ever followed by a sad one and walked away. I felt pretty bad and it took three whole days for him to forgive me. After that we became inseparable. Best friends, ever. I started having little crushes on him when we were 14 but then i was like, "Come on, hes like my brother." So then I stopped. But now we're 16 and those feelings are coming back again and I am just trying to push it away. Its not completely my fault though. Have you seen Nate? He has the brightest smile and his body is sooo...Ugh, i cant even explain it and his voice now, makes every girl faint. No I'm serious. How many girls have I seen faint? 1,2,3, a million. Everyone thinks he's so damn perfect.

Now for the secret. Well, I found out that he has 2 brothers. It's like, woah? Really? Because I thought him being so perfect and all, he must have been the only child and then his parents passed away. Where are his brothers though? I'm still trying to figure that out myself. Even though he's told me everything, It still seems like he's hiding something from me. I don't ask him though. I'll just wait until he feels like telling me or I'll find out for myself. In the meanwhile, I'll help him look for his brothers. Right now I just finished writing a song.

"Hey Lindsay." Nate said, walking up from behind me.

"Hey Nate, whatsup?"

"Look up for yourself." Wow Nate. That was just lame.

"Oh hahahaha. You are like sooo funny!" I said, imitating some Nate Grey obsesive girl or something.

He stuck out his tongue at me. "Whatever Lindsay, I just felt like saying that. So what are you doing?"

"Well I just finished writing this one song." I said, trying to sound not too exited.

"Awww, about me? I knew this would happen someday!" He said, taking a seat on my bed.

I rolled my eyes at him...even though it was kind of true. Well, I dont know, When I was writing the song, his picture just kept popping in my head. So I guess it was about him in a really weird way.

"Pshh, Keep wishing honey." I said, shaking the thought out of my head.

"Haha, right. Then who is it about?" He asked, curiously.

I scrunched my eyes. "Who said that my song was about anyone?"

He looked at me and smirked.

I shrugged, "I...I'm not so sure, but when I am, I'll let you know."

"I'll be waiting. I wrote a new song too." Nate said, with a wide smiling playing on his lips.

"Wow, this is such a surprise! You wrote another new song?" I said, once again using my girly talk. Nick ws always writing songs and it wasn't really a surprise. However, he started getting annoyed with my sarcasm.

"Okay okay, cut the act. But this song is special." He said, crossing his arms.

I smirked. "Oh, okay. What is it called?"

"I don't know yet."

I laughed. "You don't know?"

He shook his head. "How about you tell me what it should be after I'm done singing it to you."

I nodded. "Okay then."

He stood up. "But not right now."

"Why not?" I asked, confused.

"Uhmm...I need to go over it."

I looked at him weird. " Okay then. Look over it."

Weren't all his songs special? I wonder why this was more special. Maybe it was about his mysterious brothers, or maybe it was about me. Pshh, yeah right. It wasn't about me. I just wish it was. But you know, I wish everything was about me because it seems like nothing ever is.

"I'm going to go grab something to eat. See ya later." He said with a small smile and slowly shut the door behind him. That boy was weird as hell.

I laid on my bed and drifted to sleep and had one of the weirdest dreams ever. I was crying, really hard as I looked down at my own picture. It was a picture of me on stage, singing. As I stared into the picture more, the picture started moving, and I could hear what I was singing. I was singing my own song, called Drift. My dream kind of shifted into the audience, as if it was a camera. The thing is, there was no one in the audience and it was just me, singing by myself on stage. Just then, a hand touched my shoulder and I turned to see Nate, smiling, with a microphone in his hand.

"Can I join you?"

I smiled and nodded as we exchanged words to the song beautifully. When the song was over, our faces were like 2 inches away from each other.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

I smiled. "Do you have to ask?"

He leaned in more but then, I woke up drastically. I looked around to see that I was in my room. I felt really warm and touched my forehead to feel cool wetness. I groaned and stepped into my bathroom, slipping off my clothes but still thinking of the dream, and if it meant anything. I turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the cool water run down my body. In a way, the dream meant I didn't need anyone, as long as I had Nate by my side. I didn't need to worry about anyone else, because I had my best friend. After a good 7 minutes, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself with a towel and then wrapped it around me. I stepped out of the bathroom and went into my closet, throwing on my pink sweat pants and lime green t-shirt. I rolled up my pants so they were a little but higher then my knees. I looked at myself in the mirror and picked up my mascara tube and put it on lightly. Then, I added some lipgloss and debated whether I should wear my hair up, or down. I decided to grab some gel and scrunched my hair with it and let it down. After I was finally satisfied, I walked over to my stereo and turned on some loud music, to clear my thoughts.

What hurts the most

was being soo close

having so much to say

and watching you walk away

Never knowing, what could of been

and not seeing that loving you

was what I was trying to do

I sang loudly with it, and started jumping on my bed. I do get a little crazy when it comes to music. All off a sudden I heard a zap and the music stopped. I turned around to see Nate with the plug in his hands.

"Hey!" I hopped off my bed to go turn it back up but he stood in front of it.

"This is way too loud! I'm doing something here!" He said, looking kind of ticked.

I laughed. "So? I have to deal with you singing louder then her!"

"I don't sing louder then this chick." He said, dropping the plug.

I smirked. "Uh, yeah you do."

He rolled his eyes and changed the subject. "So, did you clean you're room?"

What the hell? What kind of question is that? I mean, yeah, he does like live with me and crap but it was no reason for him to start acting like a mom. I have one! And she lives in another mansion off Bayside street! Nate was lucky though, I mean, my dad did buy him his own little apartment but he still liked to crash here, not to mention his room was right next door to mine.

"Oh, just wondering. Haven't you heard who's coming?" He said, suddenly interested with his feet as he looked down at them.

"No?"

He shrugged. "No one important really, just Carly Shay."

Ew. She got all famous off that one really gay video she has. Icarly? Something like that, and one day Nate was cruising online and saw her webcast, live. He then started to get pretty interested in her and BAM. He was supposed to record a song with her. I actually didn't really mind. Even though I have never met her she seems pretty cool, but Nick always talks bout her perfection. It is annoying. Am I jealous? Uhmm, no?

I smiled. "Oh yeah, no one important, just your celebrity crush."

"She's not my celebrity crush."

"Yeah and orlando Bloom is ugly." I said, laughing.

"He is."

"Easy for you to say!" I snapped.

He laughed at my outburst. "Okay, just kidding."

"Whatever Nate."

I sighed as Nate smiled and ran to his room like a little girl going on a date with Ryan Sheckler. Oh god, I just hope that this day gets over with.

There you have it. Good? Bad? How about some reviews? Yeah, that will work. So yeah, Carly Shay is really Miranda Cosgrove if you didn't know. And if you want an image of Lindsay, I'll be posting it now:)