A/N: Hey guys! I am writing this threeshot that was requested by StroodledDoodledFuhn who, by the way, gave me one of the best reviews ever!! I'm sorry it took me so long to get this up, but I had a lot of family and friend issues last week, so I didn't have a chance to write. So, I hope you enjoy and please review!!

This will be written in both Nate and Caitlyn's POV's

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.

Birthday Wish

Caitlyn's POV:

I woke up to a quiet room. I've been staying at Mitchie's house for the last three months. My parents felt bad that I was always at boarding school, so they arranged for me to stay at the Torres's. I even transfered to Mitchie's high school. It was a change after having gone to boarding school my whole life, but the two of us are closer than ever.

After Camp Rock, Mitchie and I kept in touch until my parents allowed me to stay at her house. We've become like sisters. We've also stayed friends with Peggy and Ella, even getting the occasional phone call form Tess. She hasn't changed completely, but she's working on it. Mitchie and I became very close friends with Connect 3. It wasn't that difficult considering Mitchie and Shane began dating. Nate and I also became very close. Everyone thinks we have a 'thing' for each other, but he doesn't seem to think so. I wish we could could become more than just friends, but I doubt Nate feels the same way.

That's when I entered a deep thought consisting of only Nate. His curly hair, his brown eyes, his bright smile, his alleviating personality. Oh, I could think about him all day. Someone jumping on my bed, however, brought me out of my trance.

"Happy birthday, Caitlyn!" yelled Mitchie as she jumped on my bed and gave me a hug.

"Thanks," I said, only now remembering that it's my birthday.

"So, do you want to do anything special today? It is your sixteenth," explained Mitchie prudently.

"No, I think just shopping with you later will be good, and then just dinner here, but it has to be cooked by your mom," I said sternly. I had become accustomed to her mother's cooking, and I thought it was absolutely delicious.

"Done," Mitchie laughed. "So get dressed, breakfast is ready." With that Mitchie our room and headed back downstairs while texting (probably Shane).

"After taking a shower, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Caitlyn. Happy birthday!" exclaimed Connie, Mitchie's mom.

"Thanks Connie," I answered politely.

She handed me and Mitchie each a plate of her famous chocolate chip pancakes, and we immediately began eating, no doubt looking like pigs.

That's when Steve, Mitchie's dad, decided to make his way into the kitchen. "Well, looks like some people are hungry. Good morning girls. Happy birthday, Caitlyn," he said happily.

"Thanks Steve," I said, truly thankful. Every year on November third I would wait for my parents to call me and wish me a happy birthday, but every year I would get the phone call close to midnight when I'd already be in bed. They'd come up with some excuse saying they had many things to do or they just didn't realize what date it was, but I knew better. After they sent me to boarding school they began having marital problems. They didn't think about me as much. Therefore, it felt nice when I already got three birthday wishes within an hour of waking up. And what felt even better was that the wishes were from the people who have became as close to family I could get.

"so, girls. Have any big plans today?" asked Connice, although to me she looked like she had a knowing look in her eyes. I just decided to shake it off.

"We're just gonna head to the mall, remember Mom. Oh! And don't forget that Caitlyn wants your delicious food this year!" Mitchie laughed.

"Well excuse me for liking home cooked meals. It's way better than that of boarding school," I answered smartly.

Mitchie only put her hands up in surrender. "So when do you wanna head to the mall?"

"I don't know. You wanna just get ready now and go?" I asked her. It's a Saturday which didn't require us to attend school. Therefore, we could spend the day together.

"Great, let's go get ready," said Mitchie as the two of us thanked Connie for breakfast and then headed off upstairs.

After the two of us got dressed for the mall, Connie drove us and told us that she would pick us up at 4:30. It was now twelve, so we had a good four and a half hours.

"So, where to first?" asked Mitchie excitedly.

We exchanged glances and both said at the same time while smiling, "Hollister." We began laughing but then skipped off to one of our favorite stores beginning our day of shopping.

Nate's POV:

I have been up since eight o'clock just thinking while baking dozens of cupcakes. Whenever I get nervous about something serious, I bake, a lot. When we first found out that we were getting a record deal, I was ecstatic, but then the night before recording our first song, I baked five dozen brownies. I would've kept going if Shane hadn't stopped me.

It was now ten-thirty and I had already made a total of three dozen cupcakes.

I was in my own little world when someone's voice brought me out of my thoughts, "Good morning."

"Morning, shane. Breakfast?" I asked. While each batch of cupcakes was baking, I made pancakes for breakfast.

When I placed the five blueberry pancakes in front of Shane, he proceeded to ask me. "Nate, what time did you get up?"

"Eight," I answered simply.

"Nervous for the party tonight, huh?" asked Shane knowingly as he looked around at all the cupcakes I'd already baked.

"A little," I said, trying to hide how nervous I really was.

"Oh please, you've already baked three dozen cupcakes, you've made pancakes, and I still see something in the oven," said Shane, making sure he didn't miss anything. Right when he finished his statement, the oven timer went off.

I walked over to the oven, put on oven mits and took the chocolate chip cookies out of the oven.

"Dude, you made cookies?" Shane asked incredulously.

"I ran out of cupcake batter," I said innocently while Shane just chuckled. When Shane saw that I was turned away from him, he got up from the island in our kitchen and walked over to where I was.

"You made two dozen cookies," Shane said as he counted. "And you're already mixing something else. Oh, and would you look at that, the oven's on again."

There're brownies in there, and this is Caitlyn's cake," I explained.

"I see, so you've decided to make Caitlyn every possible dessert on the planet," Shane said sarcastically while shaking his head. "I'm gonna go call Connie to make sure she doesn't bake any dessert."

As he waslked out of the kitchen with the phone, I continued mixing the batter. I wanted to make Caitlyn her favorite cake in case she didn't like my actual present. Mitchie, Shane, and I planned a surprise party for her a few weeks ago. Jason helped in his own ways. Basically, we invited some of Caitlyn's friends from school, and even some people from Camp Rock were expected to be there: Ella, Peggy, Lola, Barron, Sander, and even Tess were expected to make an appearance.

Mitchie taking Caitlyn to the mall is to make sure Caitlyn knows nothing. Although it seems like the Torres's have successfully been able to keep this a secret. The only people not expected to show ere Caitlyn's parents. Mitchie, Shane, and I called them at different times, explaining how important this is for Caitlyn. She's turning sixteen for God's sake, how could her parents not care. That's something that still amazes me. Her parents don't show any interest in her life, yet she's still one of the most amazing girls I've met.

"Okay, I talked to Connie and she said she won't make any dessert. Also, she said to be over around two so that we can set up before the girls get back," said Shane as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Great."

"So what're we gonna have in total? Three dozen cupcakes, two dozen cookies, a cake, and how many brownies?"

"Two dozen brownies," I answered while thinking about something totally different.

After a few moments of silence and Shane evidently examining my facial expressions he said, "Ohhh, I see why you're baking all this now."

My head snapped up. "What?"

"You're afraid that Caitlyn won't like your present, so you're baking all of this to ensure that she likes something from you. You are sneak," laughed Shane. "You totally over think things."

"Over think things? Dude, I really like this girl and I want to make sure she has a nice birthday," I defended myself.

"You know what would make her birthday even better," Shane began and I looked at him with a worried expression thinking I forgot something. "Ask her out," he said as if it were obvious.

"What?" I asked incredulously as I took out the brownies from the oven. "Shane, I've told you multiple times, she doesn't like me like that. She only sees me as a friend," I said sadly.

"How do you know that? You won't know until you ask will you."

"Look, I'm not going to do this on her birthday. It will only make her upset because she'll feel bad about rejecting me."

"Ugh," shane sighed and hit his head on the island. As I put the cake into the over to bake, I began putting frosting on the cupcakes as well as writing "HB" on some of them and "CG" on others: the "HB" standing for "Happy Birthday" and "CG" standing for "Caitlyn Gellar."

"You are so clueless," Shane finally mumbled, but I just ignored it.

"So, where's Jason?" I asked, realizing our other best friend wasn't in the kitchen.

"It's twelve o'clock on a Saturday. Where do you think he is...sleeping," Shane explained very seriously while I just chuckled. Always like Jason to sleep extremely late.

"Did I hear my name?" asked a hyper looking Jason coming into the kitchen.

"Oh great, you're finally up," Shane said sarcastically as I laughed at the confused look on Jason's face.

"Nate, what the hell did you to the kitchen?" asked Jason, examining the baking supplies and desserts scattered around the kitchen.

"He's been baking since eight in the morning," explained Shane.

"Caitlyn?" asked Jason knowingly as Shane nodded.

"Oh boy. What'd he make?" asked Jason.

"Cupcakes, brownies, cookies, and a cake. Did I forget anything, Nate?"

"Actually you did," Shane looked surprised, "I also made pancakes." Shane laughed as I handed Jason his breakfast.

We continued talking for another hour until we packed everything up and headed towards the Torres's house. the three of us shared an apartment in Manhattan while Mitchie lived in Fair Lawn, New Jersey. It only took us about an hour to get to the house.

During the ride all I though about was Caitlyn. I kept replaying memories of the two of us in my head. Memories like when we first met at the end of Camp Rock, or all the times we hung out while Shane and Mitchie were making out. I swear those two cannot keep their hands off each other. My mind wandered back to Caitlyn, wondering whether she'll like my present. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I should get her, and finally settled on something about three weeks ago. I really hope she'll like it.

As I was concentrating on Caitlyn, I didn't realize we'd arrived at the house until Shane literally shook me out of my thoughts.

We have been so used to coming here at least three times a week for the last few months that we no longer knock, but instead just walk into the house. We immediately headed towards the kitchen as we saw Peggy, Ella, and Sierra working on decoration in the living room.

As we walked into the kitchen we heard Connie say, "Hey boys! I'm so glad you're here. We have so much work to do, and Steve does not seem to know what he's doing. Nate, you have the dessert?"

I nodded and held up the huge bag as her eyes widened.

"What time did you wake up to do that?"

"Eight," I said indifferently.

"Wow. Anyway, you boys mind helping Steve in the living room trying to set up the karaoke and the music and everything because he seems to be clueless," asked Connie, desperate to get someone to finish the work already.

The three of us nodded our heads and headed towards the living room. We said hi to Peggy, Ella, and Sierra, and then helped Steve with his mechanical issues.

Two hours later the house was beautifully decorated, the food was freshly cooked, and the party was ready to be started. Everyone had already arrived and Connie went to go pick up the girls at the mall. We were all awaiting their arrival, but I think I was more nervous than anyone.

Caitlyn's POV:

Mitchie and I had been shopping for the last four hours when we finally sat down at the food court. My feet hurt like hell, and I did not have the slightest desire to stand up. "Are your feet totally worn out?"

"Yeah. I don't think they've hurt this much since I went shopping last year," she answered me laughing.

We made light conversation when her phone rang. I realized it was her mom calling to let us know that she's here, so I got up and the two of us began walking to the exit.

When we got in the car Connie said, "Well girls, I hope you're hungry because the food is ready to go."

"Thank God! I'm starving," I exclaimed as the two Torres's laughed at me.

It was about a fifteen minute drive back to the house, and Mitchie and I made conversation while also listening to music. Our current musical obsession: "Bleeding Love" sung by Leona Lewis, but written by Jesse McCartney. We thought it was a musical masterpiece.

When we arrived at the house I could see that the lights were turned out in the house. "Hey Connie, is Steve out?"

"He's probably just in the backyard. You know how he likes to conserved electricity," she answered as we all laughed.

Mitchie and I walked to the front door, I opened it and stepped inside. After we took off our shoes we began heading towards the kitchen. "Connie you said food's ready right?" I asked walking with my head turned backwards to face Connie. After she nodded we entered the kitchen, which was dark and as Mitchie flicked on the lights I saw all my close friends jump out and yell ,"SURPRISE!" I then heard choruses of "Happy Birthday!" and "You're sixteen!" and "Birthday Girl's here!"

I smiled so big my face began to hurt. I gave everybody hugs. After Shane gave me a hug he immediately rushed to Mitchie as I began laughing at the two as they hugged and kissed each other. Those two seriously could not keep their hands off each other. The last person to hug me was Nate. "Happy Birthday, Caity," he whispered in my ear. I hated it when people called me 'Caitly', but he was the only who get away with it being cute.

"Thanks, Nate," I said hugging him back, "I'm so glad you're here."

After we stepped away from each other everyone headed to get food. Connie had made all of my favorites. She made chicken, lasagna, pasta with shrimp, etc. Connie's cooking was seriously amazing. Everyone made conversation at the table and it eventually came time to open presents. Each person handed me their present. I opened Mitchie's first and found that she got me a newer and better software for mixing music on my computer. Next up was Shane, he got me three new CDs: Leona Lewis's CD, Jesse McCartney's CD, and Cascada's new CD. "Shane, I love you!" I exclaimed. I had said that I wanted these CDs months ago, and I can't believe the boys actually remember what we girls say. He laughed and just gave me a hug.

I then saw that Jason got me the two Step Up movies being that I love to dance. I kept opening presents until I got to Nate's. I unwrapped it carefully and once I opened the box, I was greeted by a charm bracelet. It already had charm's on it too. It had my initials "CG", a music note, "C3", which I guessed stands for Connect 3, and "M" which I presume stands for Mitchie as she's my best friend, a CD, and a computer was also on there. The charm bracelet overall was beautiful and I looked up at Nate with glistening eyes as I was trying not to cry. "Nate," I whispered, "This is really too much, but thank you." He smiled at me and I melted when I saw his smile.

After finishing unwrapping the rest of the presents everyone had fun dancing to my new Cascada CD and singing some karaoke. Around nine o'clock Connie called everyone into the kitchen. On the tables I saw the cookies, brownies, and the cupcakes, which were decorated with letters. I could not believe there was so much dessert. Connie instructed me to sit at the head of the table as she brought my cake out. It looked like chocolate fudge cake which was my favorite and I shrieked. "Connie! The cake looks delicious!"

"Oh, don't thank me. Thank Nate, he's the one who baked it," said Connie as Nate looked down at the table shyly.

"Nate. Thank you so much. The cake looks amazing. So does everything else. I didn't know you could bake," I said.

"Yeah I bake occasionally," he said again shyly.

"Yeah, only when he's nervous," Shane mumbled and then winced when Nate stepped on his foot and Mitchie elbowed him.

"Well, thank you for baking for my birthday," I said sincerely. Everyone then began singing happy birthday, and I just looked around at all of my friends and the people who I have come to know as my family. As the song ended, Mitchie called, "Make a wish!"

After Mitchie said that, my eyes connected with Nate's, and I knew exactly what I was going to wish for.