I'm at my grandparents at the moment and I have to hare a room with my brother so I thought I would finish this off because he's still asleep and I have to be quiet.

Sorry about the wait, but on the bright side, I'm not busy for the next... week or so, so you might get another update.

"Mitchie what are you doing here?"

Mitchie frowned, taking a small step closer to her old friend. "I came to see you, why'd you think I'm here?"

Caitlyn swallowed. "How did you find me?"

"I called your Mum and... yeah."

"She promised that she wouldn't tell anybody! I don't want you here Mitchie!"

As soon as the words had left her mouth, Caitlyn gasped. Willow raised her eyebrows and Mitchie looked hurt.

"I didn't mean it like that! I'm sorry! Look, can I come in, please?"

"C'mon." Willow showed the two women into the nearest room, a little kitchen. It was tiled in black and white, sparkling and spotless, but Mitchie and Caitlyn barely noticed. They were too busy staring at each other. "I'll leave you guys to it, then."

Willow backed out of the room, wisely closing the door as she did so, and Mitchie watched her go. Caitlyn stood in the middle of the room, shaking with cold and shock.

"Mitchie, why now? Why not chase after me when I first left camp? Why not get in contact sooner? Why've you waited seven years?"

Mitchie pulled a chair out from under the little table and sat down, tucking her hair behind one ear. "I really, really wanted to ask you something, Cait. And, it's kind of important to me."

"What?"

"Will you be my maid of honour?"

"Your maid of- you're getting married?" Caitlyn's jaw dropped. "Is that the only reason you came after me?"

"No, of course not. I missed you, I really did, and when I got engaged, I realised that I couldn't get married without my best friend by my side."

"I'm sure you've got another friend you could ask."

"No, I haven't!" Mitchie snapped. "I know we haven't spoken since we were teenagers, but you are still my best friend, Cait. You always have been and you always will be, regardless of how long it's been since we last spoke."

"Mitch..."

"Cait, please? I don't want someone else helping me plan my wedding, I want you. I want the crazy, best friend who I could trust with everything by my side."

Caitlyn bit her lip. She had spent seven years avoiding Mitchie – and them – and making sure their paths didn't cross. She knew that Mitchie had become rather a large singer, but she had avoided any news article or concert with her name on. Caitlyn had been incredibly careful not to make the same mistakes twice. She had only told Willow about her unfortunate past and had skirted around the topic with any of her other friends. On more than one occasion, she had completely ignored questions from her friends about things they had found when browsing the internet. As far as her friends were concerned, Caitlyn Gellar had no past. She had started life as an eighteen year old girl living in a tiny apartment in the middle of New York.

On the other hand, Mitchie was her best friend. Before she had run away from camp – she refused to even think it's name – Mitchie had been her sister. They had told each other everything, trusted each other with their lives. They went everywhere together, never paused to think about consequences where one and other were involved. Mitchie was never afraid to help out Caitlyn in her darkest hours and Caitlyn, in return, had never rejected her friendship. Maybe those seven years could be made up. Maybe they could even be forgotten, if only Caitlyn trusted her old friend.

"Mitchie, you know that you are my best friend. I just... I don't know much about you any more. I know the absolute minimum about your celebrity lifestyle so I have absolutely no idea what's going on in your real life. I mean, who're you marrying? Is it someone I know?"

"Um..." Mitchie seemed to fidget on her seat, looking down at her shoes. "You did meet him once or twice. You probably wouldn't remember him though." She looked up. "But surely you've read? Do you not read any magazines at all?"

"Not if I can help it, no."

There were several seconds of silence, in which the two women stared thoughtfully at each other. Then, in a flash of lightning, Mitchie was across the room and they were hugging, tears pouring down both of their faces.

"You're all wet." Mitchie said with a laugh. Caitlyn gave a tearful giggle and pulled away.

"I missed you Mitch."

"I missed you too."

There was a soft knock on the kitchen door. Willow poked her head in just as Caitlyn and Mitchie turned around, both wiping their eyes and smiling wide smiles.

"Mitchie, we've only got an hour until we've got to be there."

"An hour? Where did the time go?"

Willow shrugged. "No idea. Anyway, we need to get Cait ready."

"Ready for what?" Questioned Caitlyn.

"My engagement party, silly!" Mitchie grinned. "It's tonight, and you are coming. There is no way I can have an engagement party without my maid of honour."

"I'm still not sure. I mean-."

"No. You are my maid of honour, like it or lump it."

Caitlyn smiled. "I guess I'll have to like it then, won't I?"

xOx

"Are you sure that you're the right Caitlyn Gellar?" Mitchie asked carefully. She was standing by the front door, dressed in an elegant black dress, her eyes glued to Caitlyn. Gliding down the stairs in a pair of bright red high heel shoes and matching short dress, Caitlyn looked stunning. Willow came down behind her, still wearing hr sparkling outfit from earlier, but grinning.

"She's changed," Willow told Mitchie. "Even in the seven years I've known her, she's changed."

"She looked good, really good." Mitchie sighed. "She's going to be one of those bridesmaids who steals the show, isn't she?"

"Probably, but then, Jason isn't likely to look at her."

Caitlyn, who had opened her mouth to remind the two women she was in the room, gasped. "Jason?"

"Oh. Um." Willow blushed. "I'm going to go out to the car." She bolted out of the door, car keys in hand and disappeared into the wet night.

"Jason?" Caitlyn repeated. "As in the same Jason you started dating at camp seven years ago."

"Yeah..." Mitchie looked up shyly to find Caitlyn smiling very softly. "Why aren't you mad at me? You should be furious that I lied to you. Amongst... other things."

"I get it Mitchie, I don't mind. You and Jason have got to be the cutest couple ever, really, and if you love him and he loves you back, you should get married."

"But, Cait. You do know that at all of these functions, he is going to be there, don't you?"

Taking a deep breath, Caitlyn nodded. "I guessed. Jason is his brother after all."

There was the sound of a horn from outside and both of them jumped. Caitlyn reached for the umbrella she had left by the door and pulled open the door, thrusting the umbrella outside before she opened it. Once it was open, she beckoned Mitchie under it and locked the door before the girls sprinted wildly towards Willow's black, almost invisible, car.

The journey to the venue took just a few minutes. Mitchie began to worry almost as soon as she rounded the corner. What if Jason had changed his mind? What if he decided she wasn't good enough for him?

"And this," Willow muttered dryly. "Is why I never plan on getting married."

"This is only the engagement party," Caitlyn giggled at Willow's alarmed expression.

The car pulled up outside the hotel at that second. Mitchie gave a sound that was halfway between a squeal and a groan and then sat up straight and opened the door. There was a wide canopy in front of the hotel and Willow had pulled up right in front of it.

"We've hired the whole hotel so you can leave the car here, Will."

"Okay dokay."

Mitchie climbed out, leaping under the canopy and then pushing the door shut with her foot. Willow darted around the car seconds later but Caitlyn was frozen in her seat.

In just an hour, her entire life had been reversed. Everything she had aimed for in the last seven years, everything she had done to escape from her past, had just reappeared in front of her. Mitchie was here. Mitchie was marrying Jason. Jason was his brother. He was most likely going to be here tonight. Was she really ready for this? She hadn't spent much time considering it, but Mitchie had already asserted that she had changed. Maybe she had changed enough to be over him. Maybe hr tolerance for dresses wasn't the only new thing.

"C'mon Cait!" Willow shouted over the rain. "It's too late to back out now!"

Caitlyn sighed and pushed open the door, sliding carefully out and joining her friends under cover. Willow slammed the door shut and locked the car.

"I love how I don't know anybody at this wedding," The redhead said with a grin. "I'm just coming to stop Caitlyn running away."

"And too see if there are any fit boys," Caitlyn reminded her.
"I never said that!"

"You didn't have to."

Mitchie grinned at the bickering as the three girls stepped into the hotel. Even the reception area was jam packed.

"Okay, you two. This is a completely casual do. Apart from the outfits, that is. Just mingle. There aren't any rules, no specific timings. Just a lot of music, wine and celebrating." Mitchie pointed in the direction of the ballroom and the flashing lights inside that seemed so out of place in such an expensive room. "In there. Just don't do anything crazy, we can't afford to replace crystal chandeliers."

"See you later!"

Willow had disappeared within seconds, leaving Mitchie and Caitlyn alone. Caitlyn bit her lip as she glanced around.

"Do you know where he'll be?"

"No, I don't I'm sorry."

Somebody placed a hand on Caitlyn's shoulder and she shrieked, spinning, only to yell in excitement,

"Jason!" She threw her arms around the eldest Grey brother and he patted her back carefully.

"Hey, Cait." Caitlyn dropped her arms from around his neck and straightened out his dress. "You look stunning."

"Thank you, Jase."

Jason grinned easily at her before taking Mitchie's hand and leaning down to give her a gentle kiss on the lips. Caitlyn raised her eyebrows.

"I'll see you two later."

The curly haired girl wriggled her way through the crowds, smiling at and apologising to all of the people she knocked or bumped. Once she had entered the ballroom – a nineteenth century work of art turned modern by disco balls and speakers – she noticed the bar at one side of the room and set course for it. This room was easier to navigate; most people were sitting at a table or dancing in the centre of the room.

"I'll have whatever," Caitlyn muttered to the barman. She sank onto one of the stools and turned around. Her eyes scanned the room. She couldn't see him or his curls anywhere. He had to be here, surely, but where?

"Here we are love," The greasy old man behind the bar gave her an appraising look as he handed her the drink and she shuddered involuntarily. The man sitting at the bar next to her chuckled.

"She's taken, I'm afraid, Greg."

"Thanks- Shane?"

"Hey Cait,"

"That is exactly what Jason said to me. Does it run in your family?"

Shane chuckled again. "Probably. But never mind that, how are you?"

"Woah, back up there. What did you do with Shane! You know, the one who teased me mirthlessly when I was a child because my best friend was a boy and didn't give two stuffs about how I was."

Shane looked wounded. "I stood up for you at Camp Rock that last summer, didn't I?"

"Still a pathetic actor, I see."

"Thanks." Shane took a sip of the glass of beer in his hand.

"So, why are you sat here? Why aren't you out dancing with your girlfriend or something?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"But you're Shane Grey!"

"It doesn't mean anything when every girlfriend I can get wants money, fame or one of my brothers."

"Really? I bet there's a girl out there for you, somewhere."

"I don't care. I decided a long time ago that I was going to stay single for the rest of my life. Getting into a serious relationship and falling in love means being tied down."

Caitlyn smiled sadly. "Not always. Some people fall in love and then disappear."

"Oh. Cait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-."

"I know, it's fine!" Caitlyn picked up the drink she had been given and tested a mouthful. Champagne. For some reason, it had been served in a beer glass, but she didn't care.

"Shane, have you seen Jase anywhere?"

Caitlyn froze mid sip. She knew that voice. She could have picked it out from a crowd of a thousand people. It might have been seven years since she had heard it, but she still knew exactly who it belonged to.

"Nate!" Shane's voice was incredibly high pitched and Caitlyn was pretty sure he had emptied his mouthful of beer all the way down Nate's shirt.

"Nate," She whispered to herself.

My granddad is amazing with timing. He walked in just as I finished this chapter.

I've got to go, leave me a review and I'll try and update sooner.

**Spwarkle**