Hey guys, so I'm back with another story!! I got this idea froma one - shot I wrote. I don't no if I'll upload it. So just to clear things up the first Camp Rock was in 2007 so this one takes place in 2008. I thought it would be easier! Lol. And peoples ages are Caitlyn - 16, Mitchie - 16, Nate - 16, Shane - 18, Jason - 19. Okay now thats all cleared up... on with the story. Oh and if you have any ideas tell me.

Inside My Mind
Nate/Caitlyn
Started: August 2008

3rd July 2008

8.17am - Our Cabin
Stupid diary. Stupid Mitchie for making me start a stupid diary! Stupid Shane for taking up Mitchie's time, so she doesn't have time to listen to me, therefore making me start the stupid diary. Stupid Jason for being…well Jason. Stupid Peggy for always being right. Stupid Ella for being stupid. Stupid Nate for being the stupid reason (Other than Shane) Mitchie made me start this stupid diary! Stupid Camp rock, stupid world, stupid life…

Ok, so maybe I should back up and explain. My name is Caitlyn Geller. The year is 2008. The place is Camp Rock, somewhere in the middle of no where. Happy now?

Okay, so it is only day three of camp and I might be already getting on some peoples nerves. Well, I think some might be an understatement. Try, Mitchie, Shane, Peggy, Ella and Jason, surprisingly.

So, I know you're all like what did you do? Honestly. I have no clue. So, I talk about myself way too much, my feelings, why things are bugging me, my complaints…I could go on and on. Ok, now you're asking it's only day three, what's there to complain about? The answer? Everything!

So it started when Mitchie and Shane got together. Officially. That was in October last year. The guys came to visit her in New Jersey and, of course, I was forced to go also, by Mitchie.

So, with Mitchie and Shane being all lovey-dovey, seriously I think I puked at least twice. Nate, Jason and I had to find something to entertain ourselves. Did I mention that there is absolutely nothing to do in Mitchie's town? Nothing! Except go to the movies. So that's what we did. Everyday for one whole week. We went to the movies. Oh did I mention that no good movies came out in October. Not one!!

So, the three of us started going to the movies. We always sat the same. I sat in the middle, Nate and Jason sat either side of me. Nate and I always shared a large popcorn. Jason doesn't like popcorn. I know, strange…

Well, anyway, there were a few moments when Nate's hands just sort of brushed off my hands when we reached for some popcorn. And there were those moments when our eyes kind of met and we kind of held each others gaze for a second longer than usual.

Surprisingly all of this did not go unnoticed by Jason. It was day four of our movie week when Jason pulled a fake sickness. We all knew he was faking it. It was Jason after all. We all just put it behind us. No one questioned why Jason was pretending he was sick. Again, it was Jason.

So that day Nate and I went to the movies by ourselves. We didn't think anything of it. We had grown so close in the past few days. He was quickly becoming one of my closest guy friends.

When Jason bailed on us again I let it go again. But it was when he bailed on us for the third time I started to get worried. Did he not want to spend time with me? What did I do wrong? So I begged him to come along and he did. Things were normal again. I sat in the middle of the two guys, sharing my popcorn with Nate.

But somehow, it felt strange. In the two days Nate and I went to the movies by ourselves we had gotten used to Jason not being there. Now it just felt awkward. Every now and then Nate would nudge me or poke me and I giggled. This annoyed Jason and several other people around us.

We were all leaving the next afternoon. Nate and I decided to go to the movies one last time. We asked Jason and he simply said no. I asked him why and he simply said "Just go, I'm just not in the mood."

Then it happened.

Everything was normal. I was sitting with Nate on one side and an empty chair that represented Jason on my other. We were paying attention to the movie. We both reached into the bucket of popcorn and yet again our hands brushed. Nate looked up and so did I. He stared at me for a really long time. And then BAM he was kissing me and I was kissing back. So there we were. Nate and I. Making out in the movie theatre…

We can say that things were a little awkward after that. Ok a lot awkward. When we got home Nate and I just sort of avoided each other. We would be leaving in a few hours. Nate would be on a plane back to L.A and I would be on one back to New York.

We didn't say a word to each other for the rest of the day.

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So, there you go. Now you know.

We haven't spoken or seen each other since then.

Ok, that's a lie. I did see him once. It was when Mitchie was in New York in April. We were out shopping and I saw a mop of curly hair. I thought nothing of it until I saw Shane. It was Nate. When Mitchie saw Shane I ran. I didn't want to see Nate. To this day I'm not sure if he saw me or even knew I was there.

And I saw him yesterday. But hey, it's a small camp and he happens to be a teacher. I guess I sort of hoped that we wouldn't run into each other, but boy was I wrong. He saw me too, our eyes locked but I turned away and kept on walking.

So, I've been complaining about him since. To Mitchie, to Jason, to Ella, to Shane, to Peggy, to anyone who'll listen really. I think I even complained to Brown.

And ok, maybe I complained a tad too much.

Yesterday, Shane snapped. It was scary. I hadn't seen him that angry since this time last year, when he first arrived at Camp Rock. "Caitlyn," he said, well shouted. "Shut up! Stop dumping all of this on Mitchie and anyone else who'll listen, we don't even know what the hell is going on! Ok? This is between you and Nate."

And that is why Shane is stupid.

So of course Mitchie came back later and said "Cait, have you ever thought about starting a diary?" Then she threw a hardback purple notebook at me. "You have a lot of issues and I think if you wrote them down it would help."

Can you believe it? Can you believe that she had the nerve to say I had issues? I don't have issues ok. I just have a…ok I don't know what I have but it involves Nate…somehow…

I spent last night tossing and turning in my bed. My eyes switched back and forth between a sleeping Mitchie and the notebook that was sitting on my bedside table. I had to admit it was a nice notebook. Purple was my favourite colour.

When I finally got to sleep I had weird dreams about giant purple notebooks chasing after me saying "Write in me Caitlyn, you know you want to." It was scary.

So, that's how I came to be writing in this thing. I just picked up a pen this morning and before I knew it all of this came pouring out.

Mitchie just asked if I was going to breakfast. I don't want to but I'm hungry. And a hungry Caitlyn is an unhappy Caitlyn. I probably see Nate. The main reason I don't want to go. But remember, I'm trying to lay off the Nate complaining…for now.

So, now I got to go to breakfast…and see Nate.

Oh happy day.

8.45am - Breakfast
Ok, I admit it; I brought the diary to breakfast. And I'm glad I did. I've kind of grown attached to this thing.

"Hey girls," Shane said, taking a seat beside Mitchie. Jason sat beside me, across from Shane. Nate sat beside Shane, furthest away from me. "What's that?" Shane continued, pointing to the diary.

Before I could say anything Mitchie answered for me. "I got her a diary." I swear, I saw her smirk. "Now she can vent her feelings somewhere else." And then she looked at Nate. Wow, way to make it obvious Mitch!

I glared at her, a glare which did not go unnoticed by Shane. "Awww, what's wrong Caity?" he said mockingly. I glared at him too. "Wow, someone got an extra dose of PMS this morning," he said sarcastically.

I didn't even respond. I just rolled my eyes.

Shane turned to Nate. "So what's so interesting?" he asked.

"What?" I shivered. I hadn't heard Nate's voice in such a long time. Since last October. Hearing it again sent shivers up and down my spine.

"You're staring at that piece of toast as if your life depended on it." Shane continued. "Seriously, man, it's just toasted bread."

Nate mumbled a response which I didn't hear.

I turned to Jason. "So, you excited about teaching?" I asked.

Since Shane had done such a good job last year, Brown had invited Nate and Jason to teach this year as well as Shane. Since he didn't trust Jason to teach his own class (the boy wanted to teach a class called How to build the proper birdhouse so more birds will come to your garden.) he had been stuck with Nate. They would be teaching guitar 101. Which I have to take. It's like mandatory or something. But at least Jason will be there so it won't be that bad. Right?

2.13pm - Guitar
So…I was wrong. Horribly wrong. This is torture!!

When we got to Guitar 101 surprise, surprise we were basically the first people there. Except for one person and I can tell you who. Tess Tyler. Yup, there she was, Little Miss Bitch, getting her flirt on with Nate.

I have to admit I was jealous…for like a second. HE WAS FLIRTING BACK!!

And then Mitchie suggested that we sit up front. I swear, my day was bad enough. I flat out refused. I refused to sit up front with Tess. With her hair twirling and eyelash batting. Seriously, she couldn't get Shane last year, what makes her think that she can get Nate this yea? Who will it be next year? Jason? Well, obviously…

Anywho, now I'm sitting down the back. On my own may I add? I'm not even paying attention. I seriously don't get why I have to learn guitar. I don't have any intention of playing a guitar. Ever.

Okay, Jason just gave me the strangest look ever?

4.01pm - Our Cabin
I can't believe it! That was just downright rude!

Ok, I'm being annoying again; trust me you get used to it. I guess I should explain what happened…

So, I was writing in this thing and I saw Nate whisper something in Jason's ear. Jason looked straight at me, then he said something back to Nate.

Mitchie shot me a questioning look. I just shrugged in response. I had no clue what was going on. If Nate was going to talk about me I'd rather he didn't do it in the middle of class and I'd rather he'd do it to my face.

"Emmmm….Caitlyn," Jason said to me.

"Yea?" I answered.

"Can you stop writing and pay attention, please?"

Of course the whole class turned to look at me. I saw Tess smirk as well.

So I was forced to slip the notebook into my bag and I was forced to pay attention. I don't even remember any of it now.

I could feel Nate's eyes on my during class, but every time I looked up his eyes were somewhere else.

God, that boy is driving me insane. Why did he have to come to Camp Rock? Why couldn't he just walk out of my life? Why did he have to kiss me?

My life is so screwed up!


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