We may be young, but we're in love.

Those are the words we told our parents when, at the young age of eighteen, we decided to get married. We knew that they would be shocked and would want us to wait, but we knew that we were in love. We didn't care what they thought, but we knew that they deserved to find out from us, instead of from some teen magazine.

Over time, both our parents decided that they were okay with our decision. At first they tried to throw different curveballs at us to make us realize that this wasn't such a great idea, that we couldn't know already that we were meant to be. We had only been dating for three years, why couldn't we wait another two or so? But we were stubborn and knew that this was something we couldn't wait to do. Either way, we'd be married, sooner or later, so why not sooner? That was the main point in our case, and they eventually gave their consent and wishes.

Looking back, I don't regret making that choice. I knew I loved him more than anyone else I've dated. Some people will tell you that I only married him for his money, his celebrity status. Of course, those people didn't know me and especially didn't know him. They didn't know that he used to think about giving up on music until he bumped into his future band mates one day on the dock of Camp Rock or that, no matter how stupid or lame your joke could be, he'll always laugh half heartedly. They also didn't know that he didn't show his teeth when he smiled because he thought they were ugly (which they're not), they just thought it was because he was the "serious" one, as so many magazines labeled him. They just knew him as one third of the mega popular band Connect Three, not Nate Black.

For awhile, the rumors and lies got to me. They hurt so much and I couldn't understand why these girls would say such horrible things about me. They were so jealous that they just had to bring me down and make others think badly of me? I wanted to yell and scream at them to stop, but I knew that would only make things worse. For a while, Nate was the only thing that kept me going. He would tell me that everyone went through comments like this, especially in Hollywood. He would hug me and say that if I wanted to become the amazing music producer he already knew I was that I'd have to make sure these things didn't get to me. What happened to the girl who wasn't afraid to stand up to Tess Tyler? He'd whisper positively. I know she's in there, she just needs to come out of her shell.

I did what was best: I ignored them. To be true, it took me a while to get over the fact that almost every girl my own age was talking about me. What helped was the fact that my real friends stood by me. It helped me realize who was friends with me because they actually liked me and who was just using me to get to Connect Three.

I became Mrs. Caitlyn Black on September 5, 2011. We wanted to have it right after camp had ended, before Connect Three started their next tour. I would be joining them, but we wanted to have it with all of our friends and family there, not at some church at one of their tour stops.

We did things a little differently: instead of having our wedding at a regular church, we held the ceremony at the place we first met: Camp Rock. We had it on the stage where Final Jam was held. It was then when I had finally gotten the courage to walk over to him and introduce myself. Naturally, I stuttered a few times and rambled a lot, but, as you can tell, things ended nicely.

Sadly, things couldn't stay that way forever.

I would like to say that it was the distance was what tore us apart. Once the tour was over, we went to our newly bought house in California. When the next tour came along, I stayed at home, hoping to jump start my career. We talked everyday that he was away, but there was still the strain of a long distance relationship. If I had had a bad day at work, there was no one to come home to that could tell me it was going to be okay and make me feel better. No one to comfort me, to love me. There was only so much a phone conversation could do.

When he came home from tour, I hoped things would go back to the way they were, but it seemed like nothing could fix our relationship. Whenever we talked, it felt like a never ending awkward silence always overtook us, no matter how hard we tried to fill the void. I stilled loved him, and he still loved me, but somewhere along the way, we lost the spark and happiness that our relationship once brought to the table.

I went back to Miss Caitlyn Gellar on April 23, 2016, after nearly five years married. It ended amicably, both of us dividing our belongings and me leaving him with the house. I didn't want it. It was just another reminder of our failed relationship.

I ended up moving to Toronto, Canada, not far from where Camp Rock still is today. Mostly everyone there is either my close friends or the counselors I used to have. Brown still runs the camp. The only difference from when I was there to now is that he's five years older, still young at the age of 38. My friends Mitchie, Lola, and Barron all work there during the summer, along with me. Mitchie's career had skyrocketed. After the music scouts had heard her singing with Shane, she got a record deal and sold millions of copies worldwide. She always made sure that she was free for the summer to come back to camp. Almost all of the new campers would stare in awe, happily surprised to find a famous solo artist attending their camp. To us, she would always be Mitchie, the little girl with the big voice. She and Shane had broken up as well, saying that their careers had gotten in the way, but they kept in touch, even to this day. No matter what either tells you, I know that they both still love each other. Whenever you hear Mitchie's music, it almost always is about a love lost or being in love with a boy. Both still sing This is Me and Gotta Find You, separately. You can tell that when they close their eyes, they expect to find themselves back at Final Jam, pouring their hearts out to each other, only depressed to find that the one they want is miles away.

Lola had started her own recording label, signing all girls. She wanted to prove to the music industry that girls could do just as well on the charts as guys. She still sings occasionally and even made her own album, which I helped produce. It did surprisingly well and she's now considering to do another.

Barron had continued to dance, but had given up on singing. He figured that dancing mattered more to him and he couldn't see himself doing anything else. He now dances in his music videos and for other performers who are on tour.

As for me, I've continued my dream of becoming a music producer. After helping Lola, I decided to help local and small key musicians. They weren't the type of musicians I wanted to be producing, but it made me happy and helped me support my family.

No, I didn't get remarried and it wasn't a one night stand. After the divorce papers were signed and I was officially single again, I found out that I was pregnant with a baby girl. At first, I considered telling Nate, but I didn't feel that that was such a good idea. For starters, his career was still red hot. Oh, how the press would have a field day when they found out Nate Black's ex wife was having a baby. I didn't want to cause him trouble and I didn't think it would do much good for me or the baby either, so I kept my mouth shut. I also made sure that Mitchie didn't say a word. Connect Three didn't even know I was living out here. I had initially planned on moving in with my mother, but had changed my mind at the last minute and boarded the plane to Toronto instead.

Nine months later on November 16, 2016, my beautiful baby girl named Abby Nicole Gellar. She was perfect: she had my heart shaped face and her father's curly hair and chocolate brown eyes.

Now, at the beginning of June, she's only seven months old and is about to join me at Camp Rock. Though it brings back a lot of bitter sweet memories, I hope that one day it will bring my daughter the happiness I once had here. I'll be joining my friends and co workers as we begin another rollercoaster summer.

This is my first chapter, and I hope you guys like it! I really hope it wasn't too confusing for you. (or too intensely depressing) This is my first Naitlyn fanfic, so I hope I do it justice! Just so you all know (incase you got a little confused) Caitlyn, Mitchie, Lola, Baron and Nate are 23, Shane is 26, and Jason is 28.

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(and thanks to TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsEmily for the title idea - listen to Snow Patrol's You Could Be Happy. It's a lot like this story!)