Title: My Own Words

Author: Nicole/ xBeautiful and Tracy/TracyEvansLuvsHSM

Pairing: Smitchie, Naitlyn

Summary: Perhaps copying isn't so bad after all. It did land me the girl of my dreams.

Author's Note:

Okay, yes. I'm completely obsessed with Camp Rock. We both are. (Tracy and I.) I keep writing these lame oneshots that never go anywhere. Oh well. Please don't kill me.

I have no intention of continuing any of my oneshots, until maybe in the future. If I suddenly have some inspiration. Not likely.

This oneshot is dedicated to TracyEvansLuvsHSM. She wrote the last bit of the oneshot, when I was having one of my rare, serious writer's blocks. Thanks Tracy!

Also, if you haven't read my friend dancegal121's story, It's Not Over It's Just The Beginning, you should. She's a new author, and we should support her by giving her suggestions, reviews and ideas. Thanks. I know she would appreciate it too.

Rated T because of one swear word.

Hope this doesn't suck too bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Neither does Tracy.

All my life I was never a copycat.

I never copied any of my teachers.

I never copied any of my friends.

I never copied my brother.

It was wrong, at least for me it was.

I liked being unique.

Special.

Such a shame I actually remember all this.

Then came Camp Rock.

Run by my Uncle Brown.

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Being me, I didn't copy anyone at Camp Rock.

I wrote my own songs.

I made up my own moves.

I danced to the beat of my own drum.

And we, Nate, Jason and I, we won Final Jam.

An automatic record deal with HotTunes.

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Three years later, I was back at Camp.

Because of my 'issues'.

Let's see, anger management, attitude adjustment, the list goes on and on.

Hey, it was the only thing I could do to get out of there.

That hell hole.

My way, of course.

Everything changed when I noticed Nate with Caitlyn.

Not that Nate never had a girlfriend before.

The thing that caught my eye was Caitlyn's new friend.

I think her name is Mitchie.

She hangs out at the Camp Kitchen a lot.

She changed me.

When I saw her, even though her face was covered with flour, I could tell she was a nice person.

She told me there was a way to talk to a person, and the way I did it, was not the correct way.

She taught me my manners.

She taught me 'Please' and 'Thank You'.

The fact that I was a popstar didn't effect the way she talked to me.

That's when I decided to change and copy.

I copied Nate.

He was a sweet and sensitive guy, whereas I was a jerk.

He was smooth with the ladies and didn't stutter.

He was always himself.

Girls liked him for who he was.

I have a reputation for being a jerk.

A good looking jerk.

A good looking jerk with a huge ego.

Unfortunately, and obviously, girls don't like jerks.

So I started copying Nate.

Changing my look.

Changing my attitude.

Changing me, entirely.

And I don't regret it at all.

Because I got a girl out of the whole deal.

Darn it. I really do suck at oneshots. And yet I keep writing them. Sigh.

This is the shortest oneshot ever.

You've all probably figured out who's talking. I hope.

If you want me to add more, tell me.

I don't think this is a suitable length, but it'll have to do.

Please review. They make me smile.

Love,

Nicole. And Tracy.