"Come on boys, we're going to be late. This event isn't about us for once." A tired father called up the stairs of his Wyckoff, New Jersey home. He was going to be late to his best friend's wedding. And he was a groomsman.

"Dad, you gave us like…a ten minute warning." A twenty-year-old boy complained to his father as he trudged down the stairs, fixing his red tie on the way.

"Shane, I gave you a ten hour warning when I woke you up this morning."

"Oh…I thought you were just waking us up…"

"No, Shane. I specifically told you to be ready by 6. It is now 6:15, and I need to be there! I am a groomsman at my best friend's wedding. Please have some sense of selflessness. Besides, you boys must remember Richard Coffman's daughter, Chloe. She's your age, Nate. Wow, she must be a senior in high school now... You guys were best friends up until-"

"Her parents got divorced and we went on tour." Nate muttered as he swiftly ascended the staircase while buttoning his jacket suit. Of course he remembered her. How could he not? Her fiery auburn hair, those icy blue eyes? She was a stunner from the age of five.

They were best friends until they were sixteen, when her parents were suddenly divorced. Chloe had cried all night on Nate's shoulder. He just held her, not knowing what to say or do to make her feel better. But he wanted more than anything just to see her smile again, like she always did. From what he had heard from his dad, she wasn't exactly the happy-go-lucky Chloe anymore, the one that he had grown up with. Her mom had passed away after a long battle with cancer, and her dad had started dating two weeks after her parents separated.

His dad weakly smiled. "Yeah." He opened his mouth to continue, but was interrupted by his oldest son, Jason.

"Sorry I took so long, Dad. Shane locked us out of the bathroom. Again." Jason explained as he shoved his hands in his pockets and stood by his brothers.

"Oh, don't you boys look so grown up." Mrs. Grey gushed as she walked into the living room, holding her purse in one hand and the youngest Grey, Frankie, in the other.

"Duh, Momz, that's cuh I iz." Shane rolled his eyes. He was twenty-one freaking years old now, when would his mother finally realize he wasn't a boy? He was a man. Nate wasn't though, he was still eighteen. He couldn't drink, and he couldn't even vote; he forgot to register. Why couldn't she bother him?

"Not when you talk like that, moron." Twenty-three year old Jason slapped the back of Shane's head.

"Can we just go?" Nate all but yelled. He was anxious enough as it was. He never thought he would see Chloe again. And his family's bickering didn't help the feeling in his stomach go away.

The Grey family all looked in shock at Nate, who was always the quiet one.

Shane smirked, and was the first to speak up. "Ooohh, somebody's nervous about seeing their precious Chloe!"

Mr. Grey frowned. "Nate's right, let's get going."

"Chloe, come on, come out of the bathroom. I have to fix your makeup; the pictures are about to start. We literally have like ten minutes." Twenty-year-old Georgia lightly knocked on her soon-to-be-stepsister's bathroom door.

Sniffled cries answered her. "I'll…be right out, Georgie."

Georgia waited through thirty more seconds of silence again before opening the door. The sight in front of her was a mess. Now she knew why Chloe wouldn't come out.

"Oh, Chlo."

Chloe was crouched on the floor, leaning against the wall, tears streaming down her face, and she was quietly, yet furiously, wiping away at them with her hands. Her red dress made her auburn hair look even better, if possible. And all her tears were only contributing to her eyes' infamous icy shade of blue.

Georgia slid down next to her. "Were you thinking about her?"

Chlo just sniffled and nodded as the tears started coming faster now.

Georgia sighed. "Listen, Chlo, I know you must hate my mom, but-"

Chlo immediately interrupted. "No! No! No, Georgia. I could never hate your mother. I love your mother, and you. I'm so glad to have you guys in my life. It's my father I hate. He doesn't even notice how much I've been excusing myself from dinner lately or when I just leave the house. He doesn't care."

"Of course he cares! He just doesn't know what to do. Losing her was hard on him, too, ya know." Georgia started to rub Chloe's back in small circles. Chloe leaned her head into Georgia's shoulder.

Chloe shook her head. "No, I don't think so. He started dating two weeks after they got separated. While they were living in the same house. The whole divorce thing was his idea."

Georgia smiled knowingly. She knew Chloe would attack her father with whatever she could. "Yeah, but you look exactly like her. You are her. And when your mom died, a piece of you died with her. And your dad knows that. Seeing this side of you is so much harder on him than you know."

Chloe laughed. "When did you get so smart, Georgie? You practically failed your freshman year of college."

Georgia smiled and pushed Chloe lightly. "Yeah, well, I'm studying Psychology. I'm a people person. I was only failing the required math courses."

Georgia stood up and held out her hand to Chloe, who took a deep breath and accepted it. "Thanks, G." Chloe gave Georgia a quick hug before wiping her eyes again.

"So, how horrible do I look?"

Georgia held Chloe out by her shoulders and pretended to inspect her. "Well…"

"Georgie!"

"You look exactly like your mother, Chloe. Which means you're going to be the most beautiful girl in the room. Don't tell my mom I said that either, because she's supposed to be." Georgia giggled.

And for the first time in many months, Chloe had a genuine reason to smile.

Nate quickly loosened his tie for the millionth time as his family walked into the expansive foyer of the Coffman household, which was very busy. People were running around, finishing last minute touches. An animated blonde, who looked to be about Shane's age walked by, yelling into a cell phone, as a desperate hairdresser aimlessly followed her, spraying her hair with what seemed to be hairspray.

"Georgia! Please slow down, I need to touch up your-"

"I don't care whose sixteenth birthday you have to ruin! My mother needs that limo! That bitch will have tons more birthdays. My mother will only have one wedding and if you screw it up, I will hunt you down and gut you like a cow!" The girl called Georgia yelled into the phone.

She pinched her thumb and index finger together on both hands and closed her eyes, dropping her hands down slowly, as she took a deep breath.

Suddenly, she turned to Nate and his family and smiled. "You must be the Greys." She quickly scanned over the family of five, gave Shane an appreciative once over, and then her green eyes landed on Nate.

" And you must be Nate. Chloe is always talking about-"

"What am I always talking about, Georgie?"

Nate gazed up towards the voice and gulped when he saw whom it belonged to. Chloe gracefully came down the stairs, completely focused on holding up the bottom of her long, red strapless dress, which matched what Georgia was wearing, except Georgia's dress was a halter. Her hair was swept into an elegant side ponytail, and a simple string of pearls was present on her neck. When she got down to the bottom of the stairs, she looked up, and her eyes flashed from content to shocked, confused, angry, vulnerable, and sad all at once when her gaze settled on Nate. After a few seconds of her burning gaze, he looked down shyly and shoved his hands into his pockets.

The second she knew she had won whatever kind of staring competition that was with her former best friend, Nathaniel Grey, she immediately ran over to Mrs. Grey and gave her an affectionate hug. Mr. Grey also gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Chloe, you are more stunning every time I see you!" Mrs. Grey gushed.

"Never as stunning as you, Denise! I love your dress." Chloe had always loved Mrs. Grey like a second mother.

"Hey Shane! How are you?" As she hugged him, she looked over his shoulder at Nate, who seemed to be very interested in his shoes.

"I'll be great if you tell me that Georgia chick is single." He whispered jokingly into her ear.

She laughed and went over to Jason. "Jason, I've missed you!" Jason smiled and gave her a big hug, lifting her off her feet. He had always looked out for her like a big brother.

Chloe gasped when she saw Frankie next to Jason, looking adorable in his tuxedo. "Frankie, I haven't seen you since you were six years old! You're so big!"

"Well, you're so pretty." Frankie replied suavely, taking her hand to kiss.

Chloe threw her head back and laughed. "Just what the world needs, another Shane."

"That's where Frank the Tank comes in." Shane explained.

"Unfortunately, Frankie has unofficially appointed Shane as his mentor." Mr. Grey explained.

Chloe smiled and nodded. And then, there he was. The only one she hadn't hugged yet. Nathaniel Grey. Nate. Her Natey. Her old best friend. Member of the famous pop group, Connect 3. Object of many girls' desires, including Chloe's. And Nate had no idea.

He looked at her unsurely before she launched herself on him. "Nate!"

He grinned; this was the Chloe he loved. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up.

"I missed you." She whispered.

"I missed you more." He replied.

"Well, you could have fooled me. So much for remembering the little people when you get famous, huh?"

"Chloe, I could never forget you." Nate pulled her back and held her at her shoulders. He needed to talk to her. He looked behind her to see that Georgia was giving them a quick tour of the house, turning around to give him a thumbs up and mouth 'Good Luck!' before disappearing around the corner.

"You did, though. For two years. No call, no nothing." Chloe replied, folding her arms across her chest.

"My number changed liked seven times." Nate looked at her, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

Chloe let out a bitter laugh and looked back at him. "Mine hasn't."

Nate raked a hand through his curls and spoke. "Chloe-"

Chloe shook her head. "No, Nate. It's great to see you but..." she looked down, "you can't just expect things to be okay. I needed you. God, I needed you. And you weren't there. I even tried cutting-"

Nate's head snapped up at her words. "What?"

"Never mind. It's in the past. Just like our friendship. Your parents decided to make you famous, and mine decided to ruin my life." Chloe sighed, rubbing her arm with her hand.

"I know I wasn't there. And you have no idea how much I wish I could have been. But, my dream came true. My brothers' dreams came true. I couldn't let them down. And sometimes you have to sacrifice things you love for your dream."

"Oh, so you're saying your career was more important than me." Chloe snapped.

"What? No, I didn't say that. I meant-" Nick tried to explain.

"I don't care what you meant." Chloe cut him off. "Bottom line. It was your dream or me. And you chose-"

"God, Chloe, you are so selfish! It wasn't one or the other! It didn't have to be!" Nate yelled.

"You're right it didn't. You just made it that way." Chloe glared. "Now, I have to go, my father is about to replace my dead mother, oh yeah, she died by the way, you just weren't there... and I'm two seconds from breaking down again. Have a good time at the reception, Nathaniel."

Before Nate could say anything more, Chloe stormed off in a sea of red, leaving a speechless Nate in her wake.

Yeah, definitely not the Chloe I remember. But she's as beautiful as ever.

So, I decided to make a story that actually has Camp Rock characters, lol. But, if you want, you can think of Nate as Nick, Shane as Joe, and Jason as Kevin. They all look exactly the same, anyways. You can call them whatever in the reviews. Let me know what you think. I know I AM thinking of Nate as Nick.

Reviews are greatly appreciated!

-lusciious