Two bodies lay in the semi-darkness of the room, legs and arms tangled together so close, yet so far. The dark headed male on top lays rough kisses to the blond on the bottom, as she feels him enter her. Love is a four letter word in this bedroom, it is not uttered and only thought by the blond. Her eyes stay shut through everything, trying to pretend that the kisses are soft and loving, not hard and needy. That he wants to be there because his heart is telling him to, not his dick. She knows it is for one night, she knows that in the morning he will be gone. He will be back in the brunette's arms, the one that he claims to love. But everyone know it, she won't put out. The blond will. That's why he's there, he needs the body, she wants the love. In the morning she will do what's right, she will pretend like nothing happened between them and he will be all his girlfriends. But tonight she needs to feel him, she needs to feel like power of him. Because she won't make him lie to her, she doesn't want to hear the lies. She knows the truth, and has for a long time. You can't make some one love you if they don't. She knows this, but for just tonight, she wants him. No, needs him. The voices in her mind, that sound to much like her mother, are telling her that its wrong, but she doesn't care. She needs him in her arms tonight, and in the morning what needs to be done will be done.
But tonight Tess needs Shane, and it doesn't matter anymore. Because she can't make his heart, feel the love that isn't there. And she is through trying.
ANAN
I don't own camp rock, or the song "I can't make you love me if you don't"
Hope you like it, if you don't, oh well. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.