Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of the characters...blah blah blah.
A/N: It's a one-shot for now, if anyone wants it to be longer, let me know. Kind of drabbles, but it's based on Caitlin's thoughts about Nate. I got the inspiration for it from Taylor Swift's song 'I'd Lie' .. if you haven't heard it, listen to it on youtube or something, because it's one of my favorites by her. There's a lot of references to the song throughout, so I'll post the lyrics in my profile if you want to look at them too! And now, enjoy the story!

I'd Lie

It's near impossible being just friends with the boy – make that man – of your dreams, especially when you're around him non-stop and have to see your best friend acting all lovey-dovey with his best friend, but that's exactly what I do every day. And I'm excellent at pretending that I have no feelings at all toward him. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Caitlin Gellar, and my best friend is Mitchie Torres, even though we only met a year ago.

Oh, by the way, her boyfriend is the Shane Gray from Connect 3, and we're kind of on tour with them right now for the summer by invitation of the band. Well, Mitchie was invited, I kind of just came with the package to make sure she could go. I don't really mind it, though, even if the PDA on this bus can get ridiculous sometimes and drive me insane. And that man of my dreams I talked about before? Yeah, that would be Shane's band mate Nate. But we're only friends. He tells me about his night and all the girls he likes and I just act like nothing he says phases me, but honestly? It's so hard to act sometimes.

Mitchie tells me I should win an Oscar for my performance, but I try to convince her that I have no feelings for him at all. I know I fail miserably sometimes, but I think she's just tired of asking. She tells me she sees through the façade..how I light up when we talk, how I bite my lip when he says something funny…how I apparently stare into his eyes when I talk. That last one I deny most of all..I mean, you're supposed to make eye contact when you talk to someone, it's only polite..right?

Anyway, all of this just leads up to the events of today. Nate was looking bored on the bus and I was only listening to a mix of all his favorite songs on my iPod..might as well talk to him. (Oh, and it's Shane's fault I have those songs..he downloaded them on my iPod, it just happens we have similar tastes in music. I don't like Nate, I promise!) I figured I'd be nice and talk..after all, we were friends, right? Plus, Jason was off researching birdhouses or something and Shane and Mitchie…well, I'd rather not know what they were up to.

"Hey Nate, penny for your thoughts?"

"What? Oh, um, nothing really. Just bored I guess…" he paused and got that look in his eyes like he just got this great idea "…hey, I've got an idea.." Told you. "Let's play 21 questions. It'll pass the time faster." He shrugged and sent me that shy smile that any girl would melt for.

"Umm, sure!" I blurted probably too enthusiastically for my own good, oh well, he didn't notice. "Why don't you start?" I said that part coolly, trying to redeem my earlier enthusiasm.

"Alright, but I'll let you know now..I always play that we BOTH have to answer the question, so don't think you're getting away easy, Gellar."

"Ha! In your dreams, Fro-Boy! So…first question?"

"Alright, I'll start easy on ya…Favorite color?"

"Easy, red. Your turn." I didn't need the answer..Green, I thought, before he answered

"Green." Told you.

"Umm..What's your favorite quality about yourself?"

"Oh, um…sheesh Cait, pick something easier next time? I actually have to think about this one! But um, I guess I have a really good read on people. Like I can see who they really are without talking to them too much..it's kind of helped us along the way I guess.."

Everything but my heart…Okay, conscience..can we get back to the story, and stop butting in!

"Interesting…umm, I guess my answer is that I'm a good listener…Boring, I know.."

"No, um, it's pretty interesting, I mean…that's a good thing. Not many people are..they say they are but they kind of suck at it. Like Shane..he says he's a great listener, but then all he'll do is talk about himself when he's 'listening' to what you're saying…" I had to laugh at this one, it was completely true..I've been victim of Shane's listening skills myself in the past.

The game went on and on like this for the next 18 questions, back and forth with basic facts that we didn't really know about each other, like birthdays, favorite holidays, favorite food…yeah, you get the picture.

"So..last question. Hm, it has to be a good one…" He thought hard about this, I could just tell by the way he looked..so intense, but still kind of vulnerable..the way his eyes always look. "Um, this might be awkward…Do you like anyone Caitlin?"

What are you supposed to say to that question, especially when the boy you're basically in love with asks it to you? No one in particular..just the curly headed kid in front of me…because that would fly so well with him.

"Um, I guess. Kind of. I'm not really sure…you?"

"Yeah, actually..I kind of do…." He answered, running his fingers through his hair subtley "…But I'm not sure if she likes me, so I don't want to say anything."

"Oh. Well, it's worth a shot at telling her…You never know what could happen." I said this so composed..maybe Mitchie's right that I should win an Oscar. It hurt to hear it though..I should have known better.

"Thanks for the advice, Caitlin. Hey, it's getting kind of late, I think I'm gonna go to bed. I'll um, see you in the morning.." He got up and started walking toward the back of the bus..I just watched him walk away. I wanted to scream how he's the one I like..he's the one I want. But I won't let anyone see me wish he was mine…especially him. So I laid down on the couch starting to cry. I heard footsteps coming lightly toward me and someone sitting down next to me..Mitchie. She put an arm around me and comforted me. She's known all along, I know she has.

"Cait, be honest…you love him, don't you?" Mitchie asked, concerned for how upset I was, after seeing how happy I was before talking to him. I had to lie, I couldn't admit it. I think it would hurt worse if I really admitted the truth.

"…No. I don't think I do, Mitch." She looked at me, and I could see in her eyes that she knew I was lying. That whole best friend instinct thing must actually be true. But, being the great friend she is, she handed me a tissue, smiled, and helped me up.

"Come on, Cait. Let's go to bed. You need to get some sleep. It'll be better in the morning, I promise."

I just wished I could believe her. I wanted to know who this girl was that Nate liked, and secretly I wondered if I could get away with murder. I scratched those thoughts right away though. If he was going to be happy with this girl, well, I guess I would just let him…