A/N: Well this is my first go at Naitlyn, I usually do seddie, so be Kind! And let me know if I should continue! It's going to be a series of first which occur in a relationship, I know cliché but meh!

Nate's POV

How I meet her? I don't think I'll ever forget that faithful night. She was the first girl I'd ever seen rock on drums, even though she wasn't playing an exact rhythm just hitting her own personal beat. Did I fail to mention the fact that she did this at two in the morning, when usually the Music cabin was disserted, with the exception of me strumming a soothing melody on my acoustic guitar.

But instead, tonight, my beautiful sanctuary was invaded by a vibrantly dressed camper, beating my drums into the ground.

Looking back on it now, I suppose a drum kit is a good Analogy to describe us. Alone a cymbal or bass drum sounds good but when their put together, their Freaking awesome!!!!

After five minutes or so, I pushed myself from my position perched up against the door frame, and walked behind her, crouching down into a sitting position, wrapping my hands around hers on the drum sticks and guiding her hands to play a rhythmic pattern;

"Try it more like this" I whispered, causing her to fall of the chair side ways in fright, grabbing on to the cymbal in the vain attempt of rescuing her self from the collision with the hard wood floor, followed by the clattering sound of the Cymbal as it hit the ground also.

"I-I-I'm sorry" She stuttered over her words gathering herself of the floor, ignoring my outstretched hand to help her up. "I just came for my Bag and producing equipment" she stated flustered, pointing weakly at the Messenger bag lying open with her laptop sticking carelessly out of it, running her hands through her mess of curls and straightening out her Multi-coloured, zebra print P.J. bottoms and matching purple Tank top. Is it weird that I noticed what she was wearing?

"It's cool!" I smiled warmly at her before pointing to the other side of the room were my guitar awaited my arrival "I'm just here to play around with chords for a new song, your welcome to stay" I finished

"No, I'd better be going, it's getting late..." she trailed off checking her watch " I mean its getting early" she gasped before giggling "I have to get up in 5 hours, need my beauty sleep and all that" she mumbled walking, head down, towards her positions.

"I'm Nate by the way" I said holding out my hand, as she walked past me, heading towards the door.

"I know who you are, I came to camp with you three years ago, and you teach me Music appreciation" she made a disgusted face at my consoling subject before grabbing my hand.

"Hey, Caitlyn Geller right?" I asked an amused expression spreading across my face.

"Yeah…" she nodded bemused "How'd you know?"

"Well from the grimace that appeared on your face about my subject, I guessed you were the only camper I have failed to see in any of her classes with me" I laughed. She had the grace to bow her head in shame avoiding my gaze.

"Why haven't you graced me with your presents?" I asked amused.

"It's just so, so, so…" she struggled for the right word. "Boring!" she exclaimed snapping her fingers.

"How would you know, you haven't came to any classes!" I asked annoyed. Although I knew she wasn't buying what I was selling. Heck, I wasn't, I was so frustrated when once again I picked the short straw and had to teach it! Being the youngest in a band sucks!

"Right," I started deciding to go for a different tactic. "You produce music right?" I asked, she nodded her head eagerly, and her eyes sparkled at the mention of music production. "Well, how do you expect to be able to produce a good piece of music if you don't understand its background?" I asked. A light bulb went off in her head and a small smile appeared on her lips and she nodded her head softly in agreement.

"I guess but it doesn't change the fact that, your subject dude, is plain boring!" she snorted in an unladylike manner. She was defiantly something different!

"I promise, turn up tomorrow, and you will be far from bored!" she still looked at me sceptically. "If you turn up I'll, I'll…" I stuttered trying to come up with a compromise for her.

"Help me with Kitchen duty," she looked hopefully at me, eyebrows raised and hand outstretched. I looked at her questionably; "skipping to many classes to go to the music production suit, and staying in the music cabin to late." She shrugged sheepishly.

"Okay if you show, I'll help you with kitchen duty" I agreed yet again amused shaking her petit soft hand with my larger, ruff hand.

"Is your cabin far from here?" I questioned her as I lifted up my guitar and strummed at it gently.

"Em, it's at the other side of camp, but I've got my phone!" she smiled proudly, flashing her phone screen at me giving of a bright, yellow, glow. "It has speed dial" she grinned a toothy grin. I let out a small chuckle, before getting up and walking towards her.

"I'll walk you" I stated, she give me a bewildered look, which then turned into anger.

"You know, I'm not some helpless…helpless…daffodil" she stated outraged, I raised an eyebrow before shaking my head.

"I know you aren't, but if brown found out I let you walk alone, I'd be stricken of as counsellors and disowned as a nephew!" I stated holding open the cabin door pointing out.

"I was hoping you would say that" she stated with a sigh of relief "Tell anyone I said that and you'll be eating through a straw!" she grumbled before walking ahead of me.

"Yes Ma'am" I said saluting her and following her out.

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True to her word, she arrived to my class the next day, given she was 15 minutes late, she did show. Receiving a few...strange looks due to her attire.

She arrived wearing my hoody which I had borrowed her last night as she started to shiver on the walk home, paired with a pair of denim shorts and navy and green high tops.

After the class, as I was clearing up for the next one to arrive, I heard shuffling behind me as someone cleared their throat; I turned around to be greeted by a grinning Caitlyn.

"Did you see the looks I received for wearing this?" she asked giggling, pointing to my hoody which had, "I'm with the band" in bold white print on the front, and "Nate" wrote in green on the back.

I shook my head chuckling, before nodding my head slightly "You like attention don't you?"

"No," she stated slowly before pondering what to say next "I like crushing teenage fan girl's dreams,"

Once again I shook my head in amusement before glancing up at her confused.

"And how exactly did you succeed in doing that?" I inquired.

"It's a simple logic really" she smiled before continuing "In teeny bopper, fan girl world, me wearing you're hoody means, we are officially dating, pity it didn't say "Nate's" now that would have been hilarious" she said cracking up, and I couldn't help but join in.

"And is this meant to be ironic?" she asked pointing to the print on the front.

"Well, sort of" I said rubbing the back of my neck nervously.

"I like you're sense of humour" her eyes glistened as she smiled over at me stuffing her hands in the pockets of the oversized sweatshirt. I grinned back at her.

"So, does this mean we're dating?" she asked, I looked at her in confusion, as I hadn't really been paying that much attention to her as I was distracted by her dazzling smile, and I know I shouldn't be thinking it, but she looked beautiful standing there in front of me wearing my hoody, not hot, not sexy, beautiful.

"You know," she hesitated slightly before tugging on the end of the hoody "because you give me you're hoody?" she asked laughing nervously.

"Oh yea, totally...wait, give you my hoody? As in too keep?" I asked alarmed, I know it was a bit of an over reaction, but I loved that damn hoody!

"Oh, you want it back?" she asked shrugging aimlessly, letting her bag fall of her shoulder, crisscrossing her arms, and pulling the hoody up to reveal her tanned, bare mid-drift, showing of her blue, glistening belly bar. I bit down on my bottom lip anxiously having an inward battle on weather to stop her or not, my conisations won in the end!

"NO, No, feel free to keep it" I said my voice sounding rather eager without me realising it. She pulled the hoody down again, baring her cheerful smile.

" So, you win by the way," she stated stuffing her hands back in the pocket's of now her hoody, swinging slightly "the class didn't totally suck, I mean, I didn't fall asleep, which is always a plus for me"

"Oh really?" I asked, sporting a smug smirk, crossing my arms across my chest and leaning back against my desk,

"Yes, But you're still helping me with Kitchen duty!" she added quickly, taking her right hand out of the pocket of her new hoody, and using it to point her neon green nail at me.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"So, I was wondering" She stated

"Oh, boy, this got to be good" I mumbled slightly, she rolled her eyes before continuing.

"Are counsellors allowed to date campers?" she asked I looked at her quizzically, with a small smile forming on my lips.

"I meant Shane!" she snapped

"Oh, well, I don't know" I muttered as I stuttered over my words. She fancied Shane should have guessed.

"No," she said shaking her head vigorously, as if she was able to read minds "I meant for Mitchie, Shane and Mitchie" she confirmed after receiving another weird look from me.

"Oh," I said pleasantly surprised "well, I could ask brown" I stated walking toward the cabin door, holding it open.

"Thanks" she said smiling "Brown's you're uncle right?" she asked, I nodded my head once again "But you, Shane and Jason aren't related?" she inquired quite confused.

"No we're cousins," I confirmed trying to clear her confusion.

"Ahh" she said smiling "I just..." she started only to be interrupted by me.

"Wondered?" I guessed, she giggled nodding, oh that giggle. She's already got me going crazy and I've meet her twice!

"Yep, 10 outside the mess hall?" she asked, I nodded slowly.

"Wait does supper not be served at 8:30?" I asked

"yeah ,I'll start you of easy though, cleaning first" she smiled, winking at me and jumping down the steps, singing bye over her shoulder, hitting A above high C perfectly.

Was there anything this chick couldn't do?

A/N: well should I continue?