(Mitchie is sitting on a black horse and singing, Shows picture of Shane pouting.)
Say you're sorry
That face of an angel comes out
Just when you need it to
As I pace back and forth all this time
'CauseI honestly believed in you
Holding on,
The days drag on
Stupid girl I should have known,
I should have known
(Mitchie galloping off a field, before jumping off the horse. Walks with the horse along the beach at sunset.)
That I'm not a princess
This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood,
This is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now its too late for you and your White Horse,
To come around.
(Comes along to a sea-side house. Enters leaving the horse out front. Images of Shane comes up.)
Baby I was naïve,
Got lost in your eyes
I never really had a mistake
I didn't know to be in love you had to fight to have the upper hand.
I had so many dreams about you and endings;
Now I know
(Mitchie walks back out front, to see Shane on a White Horse. She is shocked but is still singing.)
I'm not a princess
This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood,
This is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now its too late for you and your White Horse,
To come around.
(Shane gets down on his knees, and makes a begging gesture.)
And there you are on your knees
Begging for forgiveness,
Begging for me
Just like I always wanted,
But I'm so sorry
(Mitchie begins to sing loudly at Shane, almost shouting, obviously angry. She gets into a car, looking at Shane dejectedly.)
Cause I'm not your princess
This ain't a fairytale
I'm gonna find someone,
Some day
Who might actually treat me is a big world,
That was a small town
There in my rear view mirror,
Disappearing it's too late for you and your White Horse
Now its too late for you and your White Horse
To catch me now.
(Mitchie is riding her car in a city.)
Oh whoa whoa whoa-oh
Try and catch me now
Whoa-OhIt's too late
To catch me now.
(Mitchie drives head first into a wall.)
(Screen fades to black.)
"Wow. Was it Shane Gray who inspired you to write this heart breaking song?" The interviewer asks.
Mitchie looks dead into the camera, unknown to the world, but, showing emotion on her face for the first time in weeks. "Yes. And I have moved on."
Shane Gray was sitting in a hotel room. Looking angrily at the TV. He grabbed the remote, and the TV switched off.
"You don't chose who you love Mitchie!!" he yelled, knowing his ex-girlfriend couldn't hear him, "I just so happen to love your brother!! And he loves me back!! Why is it so hard for you to understand that!!"
He crumpled to the floor, the now familiar taste of salty tears in his mouth.
Yeah… that is just a random little one shot. It would be great if you reviewed. Make me happy.
ITS SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!!!! YAH ***** YAHH!!!! I don't start school till the 27th of January or something, so be ready for lots of storys coming your way!!!
I do not own, White Horse - Taylor Swift or Camp Rock
If anyone wants they can send me a song and I will write a oneshot to it, the story of corse shall be dedicated to you. Just tel me the song. Cause Her Angel is almost done, and I need something to help me overcome my bit of writers block on the story.
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Thank-you for reading, love tashie : )
p.s. Oh My God this is the shortest story I have ever writing… I think
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