A/N: So here's the deal. My Uncle's big annual Halloween bash is tomorrow night right? Right. And as his favorite, most helpful niece he's elected me to go through the trillion and a half songs in my iTunes library and make a playlist for the party (for when the band's on break. Because yes, he gets a silly band every year). That's why I'm posting yet another song inspired fic. And I've started/gotten ideas for a bundle more already. Yikes!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters mentioned/used from Camp Rock. Idea for this fic from She Don't Love Me by Blake Shelton.
Running in to Caitlyn was on the top of my least favorite things to do list. I avoid her at all costs. If I see her coming, I go the other way. There's even been an occurrence or two where I've actually hidden from her in various places, anything to not run in to her. It's not one of my proudest moments, but I just can't face her, can't handle facing her. Sometimes though, like now, it's out of my control to face her. I just turned the corner and there she was. There was no escaping this time.
And yet, it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Actually, it wasn't bad at all. She didn't ignore me and she didn't get all bitter and angry. She just smiled. I thought I knew what to expect out of her, lots of nasty words, several cold comments, and hysterical blaming, all accompanied by a raised voice. Everything I'd come to expect from meeting up with her though just didn't happen. She smiled. And to be honest, I turned to look behind me, sure she wasn't smiling at me. But then, I was the only one there, so it had to be directed at me.
I remember the night she left; it was stormy, rain pouring down in sheets and thunder clapping in the distance. There had been an exchange of so many words I'd rather forget. I think she called me every name in the book that night and then some. It was the fight of all fights. In the end, she left heartbroken, slamming every door she passed through in her wake. And I can tell that not only does she not love me anymore, she doesn't hate me either.
"Nate! How've you been? It's been so long since I've seen you."
It's an odd feeling now. You'd think I was just some guy she knew before. Like I was someone she'd met and been acquaintances with, not some one she'd dated for nearly two years and broke her heart. You wouldn't even know she loved me at any point in her life. My first thoughts were that she must have just been pretending, finally hiding the hate she had for me, but that wasn't right. But, could she really have gotten that strong? Could she have really worked up enough courage to face me so effortlessly? Then she turned to him.
"Oh! Luke, this is Nate. Nate, Luke."
He reached out shake my hand, with the arm he withdrew from her waist, with a smile on his lips.
"It's nice to meet you Nate."
It was clear the guy had no idea who I was. Well, he probably knew who I was, but not who I was to her. She obviously hadn't mentioned me. And then it clicked. That was it. It was Luke. She met him. She liked him. She forgot about me. She must have gotten so caught up in him that she'd forgiven and forgotten what I'd done. She really doesn't love me anymore. And she clearly doesn't hate me anymore either.
We held a few minutes of polite conversation and then, with best wishes exchanged, I was on my way. I was confused. I didn't know how to feel. I should be happy right? She wasn't hung up on loving me; Luke was proof of that. And she didn't hate me anymore; her own actions were proof of that. And I know this might sound crazy, but I don't know which of those facts hurts me more.
A/N: So, I realized as I read back through this that this is my second Naitlyn where they've previously broken up. I'll have to work on a good Naitlyn where they're actually together.