A/N: 100 word Drabble. I like drabbles.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters mentioned/used from Camp Rock.
Caitlyn
She loved Nate. It was wrong to look at another guy. She knew that, but couldn't help it.
She didn't always look at him. Just certain times she couldn't take her eyes off him.
Always the same time; when he was trying to disguise himself and wore the rare baseball cap.
He had this habit. And the sight addicted her.
Hat off. Hand through hair. Rub neck. Hand through hair. Hat on.
It was so attractive to her.
She'd watch his strong arm unintentionally flex from the movement, his shirt rising, revealing a patch of smooth skin. It was Heaven.
A/N: I have my own thoughts of who she's talking about (obviously), but I won't tell you and let you have your own.