A little Camp Rock oneshot, just to get back into the category.
Enjoy reading.
You still taste him
When you drive back home
His flavour burns your tongue
Please, make it stop
("You want this, Caitlyn.")
You still hear him
His laugh in your ears
Such a beautiful sound
You beg it to go away
("You know you love me for it.")
You still feel him
His hands on your body
You want to scratch and rip
Until there's nothing left of you
("Come on, Caity.")
You still smell him
It makes your nose ache
His cologne haunts you
It just won't go away
("You're so fan-fucking-tastic.")
But above all.
You still need him.
You can't help but chuckle
Because happy endings are so hard to forget
When you're in love with Shane fuckin' Gray
("Didn't you hear? He's marrying her, next fall.")
Nothing better than a good Shaitlyn once in a while, right?
The button below is lonely. Why don't you give him a hug?