AN: Well, tell me whether it's sucky or not, I am not updating it (I have actually had people put oneshots on alert, so I wanted to clarify), and quality is always appreciated over quantity (I'm talking to you, reviewer who left me two letters and a period). This is in response to pyrolyn-776's challenge, and I have too many favorite songs to pick one, so I used the song I was listening to at the moment. I tag ExtremeWriter.

Female character from Camp Rock: Caitlyn

Male character from Camp Rock: Barron

What you are thinking at the moment: " Death that hath sucked the honey of they breath, hath yet had no power upon thy beauty."

Your favorite song at the moment: "I Miss You"-Is it Miley Montana or Hannah Cyrus? :)

Disclaimer: Camp Rock and anything directly associated with Camp Rock is not mine. The song I Miss You is not mine, but the song Intertwined, which is mentioned in the story, is mine, despite the fact that the song in question does not exist. The premise of this fanfiction is also mine, but pyrolyn-776's challenge was the springboard for this.

"Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath yet had no power upon thy beauty." I heard her quote quietly, seated in front of the tombstone. "I hate you so much for leaving. I hate myself more, though. I never told you I love you while you were alive, and now you're gone. So I'm going to scream it from the top of the mountains,"

I stifled the laugh that would have alerted her to my presence. There were no mountains anywhere near us.

"I'm going to call a random number and tell them. I'm going to hide a note in a library book. And I'm going to sit here and tell you, because if I start thinking for a second that you won't hear me, I'm going to lose it. And you wouldn't have wanted that."

I moved away as quietly as I could, praying that my stupid klutzy self wouldn't trip. God, if you're listening, I beg of you: let me get out of here unimpeded by my dinosaur feet. I couldn't take anymore of this. My friend was beating herself up over a guy who was in love with another girl while he was alive, and is now dead. I am in love with my friend. Sander called it "my demented misery triangle." I couldn't agree more. But I still couldn't hate Shane Gray. Because Caitlyn loves him. And I love Caitlyn. If only she thought of me as more than a friend. If only she had never met Shane. If only she wasn't so far out of my reach. If only, if only, if only…

I couldn't be too mad at Shane for very long, nor could I be serious for very long, so after I was done confessing my love for him, I added "And no, this does not prove you theory that no girl can resist you! So squash your ego, which I know is rapidly inflating right now!. So anyway, I thought you might like to have a copy of your songs with you, but I couldn't slip the tape next to you without the preacher noticing, and if he'd seen, I would've been in trouble. So I'm burying it right next to you, okay?" I waited for a response, even though I knew one would never come. It made me feel better, and making a depressed person feel better is a good thing, as far as I know. Then I hesitated slightly, not sure what he would think of my next words.

"And…I know you wrote that song for Mitchie, but I was the first one to hear it, and I think we really bonded that day, so I put "Intertwined"on a separate tape." I laughed as I remembered how gleeful he had been to share it with me.

"Caity! I wrote a song on Leap Day! Wanna hear it?"

"And I recorded my own version on there. I hope you don't mind." I then noticed how dark it was and stood up.

"Well, I gotta get going, Shane. You know how paranoid my mom gets when I stay out late." I rolled my eyes. "Catch you later, pop star."