Author Note: I seem to have finally gotten rid of some of my writer's block, as i am now on a roll =) Maitlyn really is my all time favourite couple, but i can't deny that i love Taitlyn as well, they have a heat and i love writing it =)

I got inspired to write this while listening to music in my car this afternoon, i had to go to the bank so i whapped my music up and sang along =) the song was 'Me and You' by Cassie, it's very catchy and not something you'd think i'd listen to but it's awesome =) it's even on the game 'Saint's Row 2' so i always listen to it when i'm destroying a car XD

Anywho, enjoy and lemmie know what you think =) oh and i think i have to say that this story is dedicated to and also kinda inspired by an awesome writer, FaberryAchelefan16, I have borrowed *ahem* the title of one of my favourite Maitlyn stories that you've written, i hope you don't mind =)

I do not own Camp Rock, the characters or anything else really.

Me and You

Chapter one - Caitlyn's POV

It seemed inevitable that I'd end up with my best friend, inevitable that I'd fall helplessly hopelessly recklessly in love with her.

But what I didn't bank on, was that I'd end up cheating on her with the one person I hated most in the world. That's right, you guessed it: Tess Tyler.

And you know what the worst thing was? She gave me a way out and I didn't take it. I should have! But I didn't. Because… because there's something about Tess Tyler, something I can't quite put my finger on, that keeps me coming back for more.

"So what you wanna do for dinner? We could go out, or I could cook? Or we could get a takeaway, whatever you want, babe… babe? Caitlyn?"

I had been completely tuned out, lost in my own little world when I felt her nudge me with her elbow.

"You alive in there?"

I shook myself outta my daydream and glanced over at her. She was looking at me, concern in her eyes.

"You feeling okay?"

She reached over and placed her hand on my forehead to check my temperature, careful to keep one eye on the road at all times.

"I'm alright. I was just trying to remember what I had to do at work tomorrow." She took her hand back and concentrated on driving again, not before glancing worriedly at me once more.

"You sure? Cos we can stop if you need to…"

"I'm fine. But actually, could you let me out? I forgot I had to meet a client to go over re-recording something this weekend, he's real persistent so I think I'll have to skip dinner tonight." It was the best I could do, I was a good liar, one of the best, but even I knew how half hearted I sounded. I didn't really want to go, I wanted to go home with Mitchie, eat dinner, talk, laugh, fall asleep with her… but she had too big a hold on me, so even when I didn't want to, I had to.

"Oh. Yeah. Sure, babe." She indicated and stopped the car at the side of the road for me to get out. "You sure you won't be home in time for dinner? I'll make one of your favourites, if you like!" My eyes met hers. I knew she knew something was wrong, and she was desperate for me to get back in the car and come home with her. My heart ached and pulled towards her, but the rest of me shook my head, kissed her on the cheek and slammed the door.

I watched as she pulled away from the curb and disappeared down the road. I wanted to run after her, tell her I was sorry, that I was an idiot and beg for her forgiveness… but then my phone rang. And I knew instantly who it was, I didn't even have to look at the name flashing on the screen.

I pulled it out of my pocket, slid it up to answer the call and put it to my ear.

"I'm on my way now. You don't have to check up on me all the time, you know I'll always come when you call; you've made sure of that." I slid the phone down again, ending the call before she had a chance to speak, and set off back the way we'd come, knowing exactly where to go.

I wish I could say she had something on me, some dirt I didn't want Mitchie or anyone else for that matter, to find out about… but she didn't. Well she didn't at first, she does now. I have to keep going, I have to keep meeting her, seeing her, being with her or… or she'd make damn sure I was never happy with Mitchie again.

From the moment I first kissed her my first year at Camp Rock, I knew she was trouble. In fact, the moment I first laid eyes on her I knew. She was tall, leggy, blonde, gorgeous and rich. Not to mention ice cold and pure evil. It didn't matter who it was or what you did, once she had her claws in you, you could never escape. I made the mistake of thinking I had finally managed to wriggle free the year Mitchie kicked her ass at Camp, but I've never been free.

Mitchie and I have been together four years. Well, serious for four years, we were on and off at Camp but we were just kids then, didn't have a clue what we wanted. Hence Mitchie's thing with Shane and mine with Tess.

But when I saw her four years ago, I knew I loved her. We were best friends, had been since that fateful first summer of hers, and we'd kept in contact whenever we weren't at Camp, but when I graduated high school, I stopped going. I knew it was time for me to come out of the bubble and do something with my life. When I didn't show up that year, she text me asking where I was. Told her I was in New York, trying to get my business going.

A few days later, there was a knock on my door in the middle of the night. I got up to answer it and who is it? You got it: Mitchie. She'd driven hundreds of miles just to see me. Because I, and these are her words not mine, was the only reason she went to Camp Rock anymore. She invited herself in, dropped her bags by the door then she walked right up to me… and just kissed me.

That was when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Cliché, I know, but that's just how it happened! From then on, it was me and her, she sang and I produced. We did pretty well for ourselves, got a nice, big apartment, a recording studio and two cars. I know it's not really worth it to own a car in New York City, never mind two, but we didn't care.

It was safe to say we were happy. Well, we were until three months ago when evil rolled into town. And things haven't been the same since. My fault, I know, I shouldn't have let Tess get to me, but I did. I'm weak, what can I say? I wish I wasn't, I wish things were different, that she'd never come back into my life… but what's the use in wishing, they never come true.

Author Note: Next chapter to come soon =)