I follow this tumblr called 'blog secret' and recently I've had a plan to write a few one-shots with the secrets posted. This is one of them. I wrote this in ten minutes, so it's not all that good, but I hope you still like it. Even if it is very, very short.

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10316.) I'm still not over a girl I fell for almost a year ago. The last time I talked to her was when I wrote on her Facebook wall last August. She never responded. I don't know if it kills me more that I'm too weak to forget her or that I never meant much to her.

"Nate, why can't you just get over her?"

Nate sighed, readjusting his guitar strap and avoiding his brother's face. Shane was trying to bring up the same thing he tried to bring up every day since last August – Caitlyn Geller.

"Shane, can we just drop it?" Nate asked, shuffling slightly so that he could face the screaming fans instead of Shane's disappointed face.

"No. You ask to drop it every single time we have this conversation. Nate, you fell for her a year ago. You last talked to her in August. It's December, Nate –almost Christmas. She doesn't love you anymore." Shane said it so fiercely that Nate didn't know what shocked him more – the fact that Shane had lost his temper (finally) or that he had voiced what both brothers had been thinking since four months ago. That Caitlyn didn't love him anymore.

"I didn't talk to her last August, Shane. I left a message on her Facebook and she never replied. Do you know how many excuses I've come up with? That she didn't know it was me because I go under a secret identity on facebook, or that she's been busy for four months, or that she doesn't go on the site anymore." He took a deep breath before continuing – not wanting to bottle his emotions up any longer. "I don't know what hurts more, Shane. The fact that I'm too weak to forget her or that I never meant that much to her."

Shane watched as his brother broke down, five minutes before they went on stage. Nate never cried – at least, not in front of people. Even his brothers hardly saw him cry. So seeing him crumble over Caitlyn made Shane's heart ache.

"Nate, you aren't weak. You're the strongest person I know. Me and Jason are going to help you get over her, okay?" Shane sounded pathetic and he knew it. He was never good at comforting people – that was Jason's forte. But right now, Jason was doing last minute tuning adjustments and wasn't there. So Shane had to do this alone.

"We go on stage in four minutes, Nate. Do you want to cancel?"

Shane knew that they couldn't cancel – not four minutes before the show. But he said it anyway because he knew that the thought of performing to fans might help Nate a little.

"No, Shane. We both know that's impossible. I'll just have to get over it," Nate mumbled weakly, wiping his tears away furiously.

Shane nodded, scanning the area for Jason. He saw him walking down the hallway towards them, guitar in hand. Nate took a deep breath and put on a smile that, hopefully, only Shane would see past.

"Nate, is something wrong?" Jason asked, confused.

"No, Jase. Everything is fine. Come on, lets go on stage." Nate tried to smile again, but failed. It didn't matter though, because Jason had already run on stage. Shane patted Nate on the back before following, his smile already fixed in place.

Performing is what they did. Nate just had to forget about Caitlyn for now. And remember (her smell, her voice, her laugh) when he got back to the hotel room and cried once more.

He would still check his facebook every day though. Just in case. And that night, as he sat with his laptop, he saw the same thing he'd seen every day since he'd left the message on Facebook last August.

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