A/N: So, I was tagged for Pyro's challenge by Black Mardie and had a crazy hard time picking lyrics. I went through the list and copied any that gave me an idea over and ended up with 27 different lyrics. And, well, that's just not working for me, so I just picked a random number and started with that one. And I'll just have to see how many I end up posting. Thanks to Pyro for providing such an awesome challenge and many inspirations.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything/one you recognize from Camp Rock. I also don't own the lyrics italicized below.
75. "Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true, deep down inside we want to believe they still do."
She sat alone on a bench in the park on a sunny Saturday afternoon. She came here every week after her big break-up. She watched as various people and couples passed by. Some looking happy, some looking confused and some simply with blank expressions. She would make up back-stories with each passing body, imaging they all had better lives then she did.
The lady with bags under her eyes who hurriedly walked past had spent many sleepless nights thinking of the love she'd lost, regretting the meaningless fight they'd shared. And she was rushing to meet him now, to apologize and make up and live happily ever after.
The elderly couple leisurely strolling by with linked arms had been high school sweethearts. He left for college and she followed him shortly after his departure, not being able to bare being apart. He'd proposed on their anniversary and they'd been wed on a beautiful day with fluffy white snowflakes decorating the grounds all around.
The teen-aged boy with a worried expression on his face was trying to work up the nerve to ask his best friend to the prom. Because he's loved her all along and he was finally going to act on it. And she'd say yes of course, because she's loved him just as long and can't believe he feels the same.
The girl who was no more then five being chased around by the boy no more then seven while their mothers looked on in delight would grow to be the best of friends. He'd be there when she cried and she'd be there when he tried to be strong. They would forever be there for each other and never have a doubt in their minds about the fact.
And then there was the familiar man a few years older then her that made her body tense. He was walking her way and he wasn't alone. She bowed her head, hoping her hair would cover her face and she'd be unnoticed. Still, she couldn't help but look up and watch him approach. He had his arm around her waist and they were laughing. Oh, how she envied – despised really – that girl. It happened in slow motion – or so it seemed to her. He turned his head her way and their eyes locked. He gave the tiniest nod as way of greeting and she quickly turned her head embarrassed to be caught watching him with her.
And just as quickly as she looked away she was fantasizing about the woman with a giddy smile and bouquet of flowers. Because she wanted to believe – needed to believe – that happily ever afters and storybook romances came true. It was the only way she could make it through this.
A/N: And I'll just tag everyone who wants to do it, since the people I would normally think to tag have already.