A/N:

Hey, I was wondering if I could get more reviews, because I need to know what I'm doing right and wrong. It might be just a little OOC. I hope you like it. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Camp Rock. At all. Zippo. Nada. No. Okay? Okay.

Caitlyn's POV:

"Hi Mitchie...Umm, hi, Caitlyn," Sierra looks at me sadly when she said my name.

"What's up?" I nod to acknowledge her, and then rush onto the bus. I felt tears prickle my eyes.

No, don't cry. Just don't! I remind myself. I lift my eyes to the window, and could faintly hear Mitchie chatting with Sierra.

She doesn't care, anymore.

A vibration came from my pants pocket, and I quickly took it out. A smile spread across my face, and my tears dried up; and if you had really good ears, you could say my heart started beating twice as fast.

"Nate!" I breathe. I love his texts; they were so sweet and romantic. I click on the icon, and three messages appear. The first one read,

"Hello beautiful! I hope you have a wonderful day. Love you," I smile; he was such a cheese ball, but only with me. It was adorable.

"I miss you. I wish I could go to your school, but you'll just get jealous of my fan girls. Joke, really. I can't get you off my mind, text me!" I laugh softly, he was so right, though.

"So, can you hang out, tonight? We could cuddle and you could tell me about your day, we can't break our tradition,-Nate."

It was tradition, twice a week I would bike over, or he would come in his car to pick me up to go to our 'secret' spot. We would cuddle and we would talk…and kiss. I love it; I love him. He's one of the most excellent assets that ever happened in my 17 years of life. Mushy? Only for him.

"Hello handsome, I didn't have a wonderful day, but your txts cheered me up. Thanks. I miss you a bunch, but don't come to school…really! Can you come pick me up, please? I have no homework, so see you tonight. Love you. –Caity."

He makes me smile way too much. I look up from my iPHONE, and see two amused faces watching me from the seat across from mine. I smile at them weakly, and then look away. Mitchie was sitting next to Sierra; we always used to sit next to each other, though. Tears tickle my eyes, and this time, a single tear ran down my cheek. I would have to change my makeup to water-proof, because I knew I was going to cry in Nate's arms later that day. Mitchie and Sierra started talking again, but I was watching the phone. It lit up, and my background appeared. It was Mitchie and me in big sunglasses, posing. I loved the picture. The phone vibrated again, and I immediately looked at my screen.

"Awww, your welcome. What can I do to make it all better?-Nate."

"Just seeing you will do. When are you coming?-Caity."

"I'll be there in five. Good?-N."

"Totally. See you in five." I sat there for two minutes, before it was our bus stop. We got off, and I went into the house.

"Mom?" Yes, I call her mom. She loves it, and so do I.

"I'm in the kitchen, Caity!" Of course.

"It smells good, Mom!" I say as I walk in to the kitchen.

"Thanks, sweetie. Where's the other daughter?" She asks, looking around.

"Out back, with Sierra. Apparently, they need 'to catch up'," I mock.

"Caity…are you jealous?"

"Psssshh, me? Me, jealous?" I point to myself in disbelief. Mom nods slowly.

"It's not like she is replacing me or anything. I mean, come on. We are best friends." I laugh nervously. A few more tears escape my eyes.

"Oh, honey." Mom inches closer and hugs me tightly. She smelled like spaghetti sauce, cinnamon sticks, and…home, sweet, home.

"I love you, mommy. Thank you." I smile at her, and go upstairs into my room where I put everything down. I wash my face, and apply my water-proof make-up. I grab my purse, and dash downstairs. Nate was standing there talking with mom.

"Bye, Connie. We'll be back around 8. " He says as he gives her a quick hug.

"Bye, Mom," I hug her again. "Thank you for before,"

"Anytime, Caity. Have a good time!" She calls after us as we step outside. I intertwine my fingers with my boyfriend's as we walk to the back yard. Mitchie and Sierra look up. Sierra screams and rushes to Nate. I step protectively in front of him.

"No touchy! My boyfriend." I laugh at my statement.

"Sorry." Sierra mutters.

"It's fine. You a big fan, I guess?"

"Yes, major!" She said before turning to him.

"Hey, I'm Sierra. Big fan! Here, sign my autograph book." She thrust the book at him. Nate smiled faintly, and signed it. I go hug Mitchie while Nate's hands are occupied with the pretty pink book.

"We're going out. We'll be back around 8. Bye, Mitch…Sierra," They say goodbye, and then go back to the swing seat.

I intertwine my fingers with his, again, and then we go to his 1969 Shelby Cobra Mustang. (A/N: His real ride, I think!)

"You're telling me everything." He commands as he opened my door for me.

"Sir, yes, sir." I salute jokingly as I got in.

"Ha-Ha. Funny!" Nate says mockingly when he sat down on his side.

"I know. I'm hilarious," I beam.

"So, it seems you and Connie have bonded more?"

"Yes! Mom and I are very close now. I tell her almost everything. She's great, Nate!"

"I'm glad to hear that, Caity." We fell into a comfortable silence, and then before I knew it, Nate broke my thoughts with his smooth voice.

"We're here, Caitlyn."

A/N: Ha-ha, I'm evil. Now, you are all: Where is here? So I need you guys to review or something! Please, please, please?? Thank you! :)