"It Had To Be You"
By: HeadoverJonas4Life
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Camp Rock characters, or songs that I use in this story.
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Chapter 1: Big Girls, Don't Cry
CPOV:
I lay in my bed, and hugged my pillow close to my chest. I breathed in the scent of Shane, my best friend's boyfriend, well actually fiancé. My heart caught in my throat, and tears begin swimming in my eyes. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but both of us couldn't help it.
This was the last time we'd be doing this, sleeping together. I had told Shane that I couldn't keeping sneaking around, and lying to my best friend, Mitchie. He had left angry, and I was doing my best not to cry. I knew at the start we had both told each other it was just physical, but I had to admit I was starting to feel for him. This is why I had ended it, because I didn't want to hurt Mitchie.
I got up, slowly, and with each step towards my bathroom, I took a deep breath, to steady myself. I made my way cautiously over the counter, and picked up the pregnancy test, one of three that was setting on the counter. The pink positive sign was on this one. I dropped it on the floor, and went to the next test, again, positive. Then the last one, positive. This time, I began to cry, slumped on my bathroom floor; I just let all the tears flow. Maybe in a different life, Shane would want this baby. If I told him, I knew he would want me to get rid of it, and if I refused, he would want me to stay away from Mitchie, until I had the baby. But knowing me, I wouldn't.
After around an hour of crying, I stopped, big girls, and soon-to-be-mothers don't cry. I knew I would have this baby, I didn't believe in abortion, at least not for me, but I knew this would be hard. I was financially ready for a child, I just didn't have any of the things, a person needs to have in order to have a baby, significant other, and a marriage license. I could handle myself and a child, I was an independent twenty-four year old, music producer, and I have babysat Jason and Ella's baby lots of times. 'But am I ready, to house a child inside me for nine months, and then push it out?' I had better be.
I walked outside of my bedroom, and snatched up my cell phone. I dialed a number, very shakily, even though I knew it would go straight to voicemail.
"You've reached Shane Grey, I can't come to the phone right now, and you know what to do." Shane's voicemail said.
I sighed, and blinked back tears, and took a deep breath. I hung up. I knew I needed to rip the band-aid off, so-to-speak, but it was harder than I thought it would. This also wasn't the kind of news that you told your sex-buddy over the phone.
I dialed the phone again, and again got the voicemail.
"Hi Shane, it's Caitlyn. I need to tell you that I am pregnant, and I am keeping the baby. You don't have to be apart of his/her life, and I don't expect you to. Goodbye." I said.
I hung up the phone, and then I called someone else. I needed to tell someone the news, and I needed some advice. I knew just who I'd call.
"Hello." The voice on the other end said.
"It's me, can you come over? It's really important." I said.
"Sure, I'll be over in two minutes." The voice said.
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