Hi Guys!

Me again! I have been working on this for a while now, and finally finished the first chapter, and am like halfway through the second chapter now. This is going to be a multi chapter Naitlyn story, because this world seems to have a severe shortage of them. I don't know how many chapters there is going to be, I'm just going to write, and write until I have no more. So, yeah.

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Really? Do I have to do this again? (Bored tone.) No, I don't own Camp Rock 1 or 2. If I did, Naitlyn would already be together, and Dana would not exsist, or, if she did, she'd be going out with someone else, not someone who is so obviously taken.

Ya know, Nate, sitting here at this campfire watching two of you 'cooing' over each other makes me want to throw up. Either that, or rip her hair out.

Don't you just love how she just waltzed in, and stole you from me? From what we nearly had? Ya know, the amount of times we've nearly kissed is appalling. What is it now, 20 times? I don't know.

I've known you since you were 13 Nate, and been in love with you since we were 14. I think I know you well enough to tell you that Dana isn't right for you. (And not just because, ya know, I'm in love with you.) She's too perfect, too much of an all round good girl. You're going to end up with your heart broken, and guess who's going to get to pick up the pieces, just so you can do it all over again, with a different girl? That's right. That'd be me.

I would hate you, Nate, if I didn't love you as much as I do. I love you so flaming much, Nate Gray, it hurts.

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"Caitlyn! Caitlyn!" said my best friend, Mitchie Torres, waving her hand in front of my face. "Earth to Caitlyn. Do you receive? I repeat, do you receive?"

"Hi," I said, waving at her.

"Oh, nice to have you back. You were away with the fairies for a little bit there for a little bit there! What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing," I sighed, casting a glance towards where Nate and Dana were. "Nothing I can do anything about, anyway."

"oh. Them again?" realising what I was talking about. She, along with Lola and Ella were the only three (I thought, at the time.) to know how horribly in love with Nate I am.

"Yep."

"Well, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing. I can't do anything, other than pine. Nate would never dump her for me."

"Oh, please, he so would."

"Who will what?" asked Mitchie's boyfriend, Shane, coming up behind her, and slipping an arm around her waist.

"Nate. Will dump Dana for Caitlyn."

'"Yes, of course he would," said Shane, before I burst out with, "Mitchie! You told him?"

"Well, yes?'

"Why? You were sworn to secrecy!"

"Yes, well, I wanted a guys opinion, and I asked him in a roundabout way, and he guessed you?"

"Really? There are thousands of guys here, and you picked the one guy who is best friends with him, and can't keep a secret?"

"Um, yes?"

"Mitchie!" I said throwing my hands up in despair.

"Hey," said Shane, coming to his own defence. "I can so keep a secret!"

"Yes, whatever. Not from Nate."

"Well, aside from the not being able to keep secrets from Nate thing, I think, for what it's worth, that you two make an excellent couple. I don't like Dana at all, and I know that Nate is already in love with you, anyway. That list he wrote into a song? Yep, any dedicated fan would know all those things about him. He doesn't want to tell her anything that could come up and bite her in the butt if they break up," finished Shane, looking pleased with himself.

"Wow Shane, who knew you could be such a girl?" I teased him.

"Hey!" said Shane, looking indignant.

"I only speak the truth," I replied.

"Actually no, you don't. If you did speak only the truth, then you would not have said that Nate will never dump Dana for you," said Mitchie.

"But that is the truth!" I said, indignantly. "Isn't it?"

"No!" shouted both Shane and Mitchie.

"How are we meant to prove it to you?" asked Mitchie, frustrated.

'Wait a minute, I have an idea. I'm just going to go talk to Nate," said Shane, and speed off before I could catch him and stop him. Mitchie held me back, so I couldn't go running after him either.

"Shane Joseph Gray, if you tell him, I swear, I will kill you, and it will be a long and painfilled death. And then I will revive you, and kill you again!" I shouted after him, but to no avail, as Shane didn't even react.

I could only watch, helplessly, as he wove his way through the crowd to where Nate was sitting.

Come to think of it, even though Dana was sitting next to him, talking excitedly at him, he was only looking into the fire, looking slightly pained, and very bored.

'Ha! I thought to myself. 'So, she's boring! Well, you kind of deserve it, my dear Nate.' Harsh I know, but I felt like thinking that, okay?"

Anyway, back to the subject at hand. Nate was looking slightly bored at Dana, and looked relieved when Shane, having woven his way through the crowd to him, started talking to him.

Nate, from what I could see, excused himself from Dana, and the two moved a little way off from her.

Then Shane said something to Nate, and Nate started talking excitedly at Shane, once or twice looking over to where Mitchie and I were standing.

Then Nate calmed down a little, and said something to Shane, looking slightly sad. Then Shane said a few words to Nate, who seemed to calm down more, and then said one last thing to Shane, looking extremely dark and scary, like he was threatening him, and went back to Dana.

Shane wove his way back to us.

When he got there, I immediately glared at him, and told him, "You'd better not have told him anything."

"Caitlyn, obviously I didn't tell him anything, otherwise he'd be over here right now, kissing you."

"Yeah, right. Now if you didn't tell him, what did you say to him?" I demanded.

" Relax. I only asked him if he likes you. Then immediately, he got all defensive, and then, after about a minute of ranting at me, about how stupid the very notion is, he looks at me, and says straight out, no, Shane, I don't like her, I LOVE her. And then he went on to say but, as you obviously don't like or love him, that it could never be. Then, he threatened me, that if I told anyone, especially you, he would kill me."

I have to admit, when Shane said those words my heart leapt.

But then my common sense kicked in.

"Prove it," I said raising one eyebrow at him.

"Happily," he replied.

Then, Shane pulled out of his pocket a small electric recorder.

"Here you go, got it all on tape," he said, waving it in my face.

"Ookkkkkaaaaayyyyyy," I said, slightly weirded out by the fact he carried a recorder around in his "pocket. "Why on earth do you carry around a recorder with you?"

"Oh, because it's useful. Sometimes I come up with random lyrics, and record them when out and about, and sometimes it's useful to blackmail people, like my brothers, and sometimes, it is useful to have something to record proof to convince your girlfriends best friend that your best friend is in love with them."

"Just give me that," I said, snatching it out of his hands.

"Um, okay," said Shane, before I left, to go to my cabin to go listen to the tape.

If what the boy said was true, then there was hope in this world.

To be continued...

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