SUPRISE! I've been talking to one of my best friends on this site, Kelly, and she told me this was a good idea, so I hope it works out. Basically this chapter fic is going to be 365 letters, one for each day of 2009. They are going to be from and to every character in Camp Rock with various pairings. Each letter WILL NOT carry on to the next, each one is individual. So, for instance, in one Caitlyn could be married to Shane and in the next be dating Nate. Get it? Got it? Good. So enjoy the first letter and HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D I'm trying to correspond the day I post this with the actual letter (:
Dear Mitchie,
Wow that sounds stupid. 'Dear Mitchie' sounds like you're my Grandma, 'To Mitchie' sounds like your five years old and simply 'Mitchie' sounds like I'm writing to my mom. So I'll settle with 'Mitch'. Hopefully you don't think I'm comparing you to a boy named Mitchell or something. I'm really not.
Mitch,
I told you that I can't write letters. I have this incapability – I can think the words but when I try to write them into a letter I just ... can't. I can write songs easily, its second nature, so I have no doubt in my mind that you can write letters much better than I can.
I don't know why I'm writing you this. I doubt I'll give it to you anytime soon, if at all. It's late, very late, but (this sounds so corny but I'll write it anyway) I can't get you out of my head. That is a pretty stupid thing to say because it's been just over three months since I last saw you, last hugged you, last held you. It feels like a lifetime. I have to wait seven months to see you again, until Camp starts once more.
When we said goodbye I wanted to kiss you so badly, but your mom was there, and before I had the guts to do it Caitlyn came over and you pulled out of my arms and hugged her instead. I felt so lonely at that moment, which was stupid because you were right there but ... I don't know, the way you felt in my arms, Mitchie, you fitted perfectly. I sound so sappy, which I promised myself I wouldn't do. I can't stop now though, because this confession has been building up inside me since I found out it was you behind that singing voice. I should have asked for your number at the end of Camp but everything was happening so fast I didn't have time to think.
The thing is, Mitchie, I think I've fallen for you. And it isn't a crush, because last time I checked crushes don't make you feel this way. I passed 'butterflies in the stomach' a long time ago, I'm not just dizzy when you're around, but one thought out you makes my head spin. Jesus, Mitch, why do you make me feel like this? It's so unfair.
The old Shane would never do this. He'd never think about writing a letter, let alone actually start one. That's what I mean - you changed me. Did I ever thank you? I don't think I did.
Thank you, Mitchie.
I love you.
Shane.
P.S – I'm going to burn this letter now.
P.P.S – I can't believe I just thanked you for turning me into a corny idiot.
P.P.P.S – Happy New Year.
There we go, one down, three-hundred and sixty-four to go. :P
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL :D