I know I know, I should be writing chapters for my two Camp Rock stories. But this hit me and I couldn't help it. I'm thinking of leaving it as a one shot, but it depends on my mind and if I can get more inspiration.

It was the same everyday. I didn't need an alarm or the sun or anything to alert me to the time. I knew it. I knew the sounds that alluded to that time. I had a growing anticipation every single weekday that built until it was time. The closer it was the easier it was for me to smile at something simple, or to dance on spot. No one ever understood it, or why I would get so excited, but it was the highlight of my day, and I yearned for Monday on the weekend.

Today was no different. I was silently dancing in my chair as I worked, bobbing my head along to a song that only I could hear. A smile was on my face, without any coercion. And then I heard it, and I had to resist jumping out of my chair. Instead I turned, smiling at him as he passed, dropping my day's excitement on my desk.

It wasn't just a smile anymore. It was a grin, growing wider as I took in what was in my hands. I ripped the seal, pulling out the papers and my eyes lit up as I read the words that were meant for me and only me.

I can't believe that it's been a year since I started this. The hiding and the pretending that I was doing business stuff, just so I could write you a daily letter. I'm under a desk at the moment, undignified to the extreme, but it's all worth it.

It's still early, but I've already gotten lost in my thoughts thinking about you. I've had a pillow, a baseball and even a hat thrown at me so far. So I'd like to think that it's already been a productive day. Everyone else might not agree, but I know it to be true. Without you, I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't have made it nearly as far as I would have liked. Knowing me I would probably be in a relationship that was only good for relationship problems.

But then, it's not as if I know if you're even reading these letters. I haven't received a reply. or even an acknowledgement. So I assume that you still haven't forgiven me for my idiotic words and accusations. I deserve the silent treatment. But I need you to forgive me, and talk to me, like we used to, and hopefully even more.

It's like they say, 'You don't know what you got 'till it's gone'. And that was true for me. I didn't appreciate you. But doesn't it say something that I didn't even last a day before I wrote a letter to you? I realised that I was a fool for not noticing what was in front of me for all those years. You're my best friend, even if we haven't spoken in a year and a day. And I want to be your best friend, and not just that, I want to be more than that.

You're beautiful, smart, hard-working and you know exactly what to say to get through to me. Your smile always makes me smile, and your eyes sparkle when you're excited. You have a childlike innocence when you explore somewhere new, but you can be serious in a second when needed. You're hilarious and can make anyone laugh. You're the nicest person I know and you never expect anything in return. You're the most genuine person.

You hide your smile with your hands when you think something funny but no one else is laughing. You tap your foot and bob your head when you're singing along to a song in your head. And you never make anyone feel stupid if you can help it. You make anyone talking to you feel like they are the most important person in the world when you listen to them. You're not afraid to make a comment on something. And you're never afraid to learn something new.

You snort and look embarrassed when you laugh hard at something unexpected. When you're surprised or extremely excited you become extremely clumsy. You are never without bruises on your knees because you can't walk in heels. You can't do any hairstyle more complicated than a pony-tail, and that's why you always have your hair down. You bit your lip and scratch your right arm when you're nervous. You twirl your hair when you're enthralled and tap your foot when you're confused. Your head tilts to the left when you're thinking. You're completely different from any other girl that I have ever known.

The words became a bit more engrained into the paper here, as if the writer had been frustrated and being pressing hard down as they wrote.

You're too good for me, I know that. But that's never stopped me before. I've always reached for things that everyone says I can't achieve. Your love is one of those, and I will stop at nothing until I get it.

And so ends another letter, you shall have the next one by tomorrow. I hope that one day I'll get a reply, a phone call or something. But if I don't, these letters will continue, and even if I do, these letters will continue. Because, even when you're not talking to me, you should be told each and every single day (well, at least weekdays), that you're amazing, and that this person loves you. Please forgive me.

She sighed, still smiling slightly from this letter. She knew that she was being too mean in not replying. But what could she say to that? She still couldn't believe that he thought these things about little Macy Misa. So she placed the letter with the others, she hadn't thrown one out yet. They were in a shoebox in her bottom drawer of her desk. It was already overflowing, soon she'd have to find a new place.

Macy ran a hand through her hair, sighing, as she looked at the blank page in front of her, wondering how she would even write what she wanted. But, she pushed herself, picking up a pen, and writing down the first words, it was a start.

Dear Nick,

So what do you think? Leave it as a one shot? Continue it, and if you think that, I'd need ideas on how to move forward. But yeah, leave a review, tell me what you think. :)