I was reading my "Before the Storm" oneshot earlier. It was the first time reading it over since I actually wrote it, so I didn't really remember it. I listened to the song with it and it really brought out the emotion. I almost cried!!!!!!

Needless to say, I had to argue myself out of writing a second part to it to make it have a better ending…. If you haven't read it and you like the song- check it out

And this oneshot is yet another Caitlyn story! She's the best female character in Camp Rock by far. Mitchie wins over her WAY too much in stories these days. Caitlyn deserves better. I have people who agree with me on this!...Lol.

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The groom was as handsome as could be, so she couldn't help but stare at him in awe.

The wedding music was being played and she was sure she was going to fall apart at the last moment.

Everything was going just as planned.

The wedding was exactly what she had always dreamed it would be.

It was the perfect wedding.

Except for one thing.

She wasn't the bride.

Caitlyn tore her eyes away from the groom to look at the bride walking slowly down the aisle. Ah, she was beautiful and Caitlyn only wondered why she couldn't be as gorgeous as she.

This was her dream the girl was living out right now. Caitlyn had always thought his wedding would be her wedding too. After all, they got along much better then the bride got along with him.

She'd give anything to be the beautiful one in the flowing white dress that people watched in awe. The one the groom gazed at lovingly as if seeing the most beautiful thing ever. The one to be with the groom for life. Forever and always. For better or for worse.

Afterall, she could take the hard times better then the bride could.

Caitlyn grit her teeth together, urging herself not to cry as her gaze returned to the groom. She felt ready to explode. The emotions were all mixed up inside of her, and normally that would be enough to keep her silent. Instead, something was different this time- it was like her emotions were shaken up and they were carbonated and ready to fizz over and make a mess.

Oh, how she loved the groom.

She'd give anything to jump up and shout it out to the room full of wedding guests. It would be interesting to see the bride and her family's shock. For a moment, Caitlyn wondered if the groom would even be surprised. She thought her feelings for him had always been quite obvious-in the most shy way.

"Can you really go through with this?" Jason whispered at her side. Ah, sweet innocent Jason always there to look after her and pick up the pieces when his brothers actions made her fall and shatter into three thousand pieces.

"Jason," she sighed, knowing what she should say to him, "I want him to be happy."

The pastor was beginning to "for better or for worse" speech and Caitlyn couldn't tear her eyes away from the groom. He was about to hand his life over to the bride and the bride wasn't her. Caitlyn bit her lip fiercely, knowing her life was about to become meaningless- as dramatic as that may sound.

"No." she gasped in a whisper, grabbing Jason's hand and gripping it as tightly as should could, "No, no, no. Jase, I can't do this!" she whispered in panic, "I can't let him do this to me. How can he do this?! I can't! No!"

Jason looked shocked at her sudden breakdown, and tried to get her to look at him but she wouldn't tear her gaze away from the groom-his younger brother-for even a split second. He didn't know what she was seeing, but it wasn't possible that she was seeing the same picture perfect ceremony as everyone else was.

The look on her face was plain enough that she was seeing something else. Something heart wrenching. Something deadly. Something she feared with her life and soul. Jason only clutched her hand tightly in the support he couldn't seem to give her. He could tell there was no comfort.

"No…" Caitlyn whispered weakly, the single word passing her lips again and again. "No…" she repeated in a soft tone, her eyes wide and tears streaming down her face. Jason wondered for a moment if there was something else wrong besides her heart being broken. There were signs in her expression of physical pain but he saw no blood.

"No." Caitlyn gasped as she was crying silently, her hand gripping his impossibly tightly despite her own violent trembling.

Jason felt helpless, knowing that he wasn't doing a thing with his trying to be comforting. This was something Caitlyn had to bear on her own, and he watched in pity as she starred at the groom still. The horror in her eyes would suggest she was watching the worst possible thing in the world.

Her wound was bloodless, hopeless, and helpless.

Caitlyn wished she was dead.

Can't decide whether to leave it as is, or make another part to it and write a better ending. Caitlyn is just so broken up inside in this one that I feel sorry for her… Maybe I should write a second part and she finds someone else… I'm not sure yet…

Oh, and you had to use your imaginations for who the groom was! Who do you think it was? If I write second part, I will reveal the answer!

Review, please and let me know if you want another part to this! Thanks!