Hey, ya'll! This is an early Christmas present for applepips16 for being a wonderful writer/reviewer/person altogether! And to Padma: I hope this isn't a letdown after the story you wrote for me! Reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock, darlings. Have a problem with it? Get over it.
After all Tess had done to ruin the summer,
it's a wonder no one wanted to kill her.
Actually,
it could kill someone from shock to know that someone liked her.
But as she walked out of her dressing room,
patting her eyes dry with her tear soaked dress,
someone saw her.
Like is more than a four letter word,
but that was the best word Jason Baker could think of.
Like.
Tess.
They both just rolled off of his tongue,
and when Tess saw him,
the word she thought of was cute.
Cute like her little cousin,
that always put his shirt on backwards.
Cute like the Gucci handbag she knew her mother would buy her,
for missing yet another performance.
Cute is also a four letter word.
Love,
the feeling they both got.
Another four letter word.
And as they talked and danced the night away,
Love was in the air.
Another four letter word?
Seen.
They were seen by Mitchie and Shane,
as their lips touched briefly.
And the latter two smiled.
They had seen everything.
Gone was not a four letter word theywould be incorporated with,
so as they exchanged cell numbers and,
not one,
but four,
last kisses,
they would not be gone.
Just away.
Another darn four letter word.
A/N: I'm sorry if this sucks, Padma. Please review. Also, did anyone notice something special about this story?