Pick one female character from Camp Rock: Tess
Pick one male character from Camp Rock: Nate
Next, write down the first thought/line that comes to mind…NOW: Lies are like honey to flies.
Your favorite song ATM (At the moment): Untouched by The Veronicas

Okay…well, now that that's over. Here's how it works. The female and male characters have absolutely nothing to do with the challenge, they're simply the narrators. Ha, bet you didn't think that was coming…or at least I hope not. The line that you wrote down MUST be the first line of your story! The song will be the title of your story/one-shot and must SOMEHOW relate to the challenge…and now, good luck.

nate

Lies are like honey to flies.

In the sense that most people can't handle the truth, and lies shield them from harsh reality;

like a bubble, almost.

Mitchie is just like that. She could never be able to handle the truth.

Or Shane, and he's seen the harsher side of Hollywood.

Both of them live in a fantasy world where everything is hunky dory as soon as you find you're 'true love'. Untouched, unfazed by the changing world. Just like Mitchie acts like. Innocent.

And I don't want to be the one to burst their bubble.

Sometimes love isn't enough.

Shane can't see how Mitchie lied to everyone; how she is just like Tess with the way she stepped on other people to climb the social ladder. Love's pulled the wool over his eyes and blinded him.

Mitchie can't see how people can never truly have a complete personality transformation, and that Jerk-Shane will always appear sometimes. Love's pulled the wool over her eyes and blinded her.

They'll get a wake-up call, someday. And this time, I won't be their safety net.

Life sucks.

Love bites.

Truth hurts.

tess

I don't want to know.

I'll cover my ears and scream so I can't hear you.

Because I know you're lying.

I would know; I'm a compulsive liar. I won't lie about that.

But that doesn't matter. The only person whose opinion actually matters hates me, is ashamed of me.

And I don't like that.

I'm supposed to be perfect. Why can't I be perfect for just three fucking minutes?!

I won't admit it.

I'm too prideful, as Caitlyn used to say affectionately.

Now she says it with contempt and a sneer.

She's not my Caity anymore.

One of them sends me a pitying glance.

But I don't want his stupid curly-haired, backup person pity.

I'm Tess fucking Tyler and I don't need anyone's pity.

Because I'm better than them all.