Disclaimer:I don't own Camp Rock

My heart sank, deeper than the Titanic in the Arctic Ocean. The day I knew the battle was lost. He was no longer mine; he had just officially become hers. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but today was the day that it didn't belong to me.

His wedding invitation came in the mail, my best friend. He is marring the one and only Taylor Swift; country superstar. Over the last few years he has been with so many girls, I could hardly keep track anymore. Our friends always thought we would end up together, but clearly that was wrong. Yes, it was inevitable, I loved him. Far beyond the best friend way.

I knew from the beginning that I loved Shane. Hell, even Shane knew that, but that was at Camp Rock, and this is now. We dated for 5 years, up until I was 19. Yet, our break up played over and over in my mind, constantly. I could never escape it no matter how hard I tried.

My life was perfect; I had Americas hottie, Shane Grey as my boyfriend. I was the one and only Mitchie Torres, I had my first album out already, it was called Don't Forget. I had written all the songs by myself, with a little help from Connect 3. They all felt it was better I released my own music simply because they had no intentions of me being some fake in Hollywood. There exact words were, "your not going to be a stupid cookie-cutter popstar. Like Shane here."

"I won't I promised them." I loved them for that.

We had been dating for three years, and I couldn't have been happier. He was coming back after a 3 month long tour; we were going out since it had been so long since we had an actual date.

We were walking around the park, a place that was relaxing and tranquil. Where there never seemed to be problems, we could talk for hours enjoying each others company. But tonight he was off. This wasn't the Shane Grey I fell in love with.

"Mitch..." I could tell by his tone he was scared to say something.

"What's going on Shane?" Tears began to swell up in my eyes.

"I've been feeling different. You see, were not what we used to be. I just got off tour, but while I was there-" he paused, before dropping his head own so he was no longer looking me in the eyes. This was not good, for Shane. No, for any guy it was the absolute worst thing you could do to worry a girl.

"Shane..." I said encouraging him to continue

"On tour… I. I met someone. Her name is Ashlee Greene. I didn't mean for it to happen but I developed feelings for her. I really like her, I... I might even love her." I instantly felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. It hit me like a ton of bricks. She was a famous Hollywood actress, she starred in the phenomenon 'Twilight,' she was beautiful, liked by many. She had the ideal body, and flawless. I began to think about myself and my imperfections.

There were too many. How I was so short. How my stomach had a little flab, it wasn't skin tight like hers. How her she came from money, and how I was forced to make mine. She was known by everyone and had tons of friends. I didn't. Before I became famous I was a nobody, with a friend, who I didn't even talk to anymore. Lastly, how she had won my boyfriends heart.

I felt the tears running down my face, I forced the words out of my mouth trying to stay strong, "Was I a game to you? Did you not feel anything for me in the last 5 years? Did you even mean it when you said you loved me?" I knew that I had said the last harsher than I intended to.

"Every time I told you I loved you I meant it." He caressed my cheek with his thumb.

I pushed his hand away, standing up to get distance from him. "Get away from me Shane."

Tears were still running freely from my face, I thought he had left until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist protectively. "Mitchie don't do this." He said whispering in my ear.

A flick of confidence coursed through my body, ignited with rage. "I swear to god Shane if you don't get away from me right now you will regret it." Shane knew better than to stay there, I had I temper when I really got mad, and it wasn't safe to be around me, I go into rampages.

I felt his arms loosen from my waist and I took that opportunity to leave. Without thinking twice about it, I took off running, not stopping until I reached my apartment, ignoring Shane's calls from behind me, telling me to stay.

Rushing into my apartment I didn't think twice about grabbing my guitar, and heading to the balcony. Over looking the city lights in the night sky, I began playing my guitar.

Somewhere we went wrong

We were once so strong

Our love is like a song, you can't forget it

Don't Forget

Since that moment I dyed my hair jet black, and I had gotten a bunch of tattoos. Ones that I may add, Shane has never seen in his life, and he was never going to. Jason, Caity, and Nate had seen them though; they had even been there when I got them done. And changed my wardrobe completely, there were far more edgy pieces in there. I couldn't walk down the street anymore without getting wolf whistles, cat calls, or remarks about how I looked. If Shane wasn't going to want me back, or give me any attention like that. I wouldn't either.

To say I was a partier was an understatement. I was out almost every night, when I wasn't on tour. I drank way too much, to everyone's dismay. Jase and Caitlyn knew the only true reason I acted this way. Shane. While the press thought I was just another celebrity misusing their fame.

I wasn't the sweet innocent girl you saw in the press. I was a strong independent woman who needed no man, well I did but I would never have him back. I toured with Connect 3, watching him go from girlfriend to girlfriend. He ended up hurting every single one of them except for Taylor.

Not long after out break up Shane told me he made a mistake. That he felt bad for how he broke up with me, and he was sorry he did so. That he should have controlled himself around Ashlee. That very same day I gained a little bit of my heart back, as he had broken up with her. They were together a total of 2 weeks, 4 days, 3 hours, and 14 minutes. But seriously who's counting? I wasn't. After Ashlee there was Chelsea, Emily, Nina, Makenzi, Selena, Camilla and finally Taylor.

Taylor is a year older than Shane who was 24, and I'm 23. Taylor is not the nicest person according to Caitlyn, Nate and Jason. Nate always told me that I should be the one with Shane. His exact words were "Mitch he's an idiot. Its clear to everyone but him, that you two are meant to be together." I knew I needed to get over it, simply because if he was happy I needed to be happy for him as well. He's my best friend who has just proposed to his 6 month long girlfriend, to my dismay.

So here is where my story begins. I'm currently standing with Shane in his apartment taking about wedding details.

"So Taylor wants to have a Hot pink on Lime Green," Shane said grimacing at the color choices made by his fiancée.

"Have fun with that." I said laughing, knowing that he absolutely hated the color pink, he once told me he would rather die than wear that color. I picked up my glass of water, and started drinking it.

"Will you be in my wedding party Mitchie" He asked out of the blue, I instantly spit the water out of my mouth, sitting there in shock. Shane seemed a little surprised at my outburst.

"NO." I spoke flat out, trying to cough up the water that went down the wrong pipe.

"Why? You're my best friend and I want you there." He asked confused

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head before looking at him. "Because Taylor doesn't like me. Or the fact we were together for 5 years." I snapped at him. Was he really that oblivious, or did he not care about our once relationship.

"Really? That's done, over." He spoke as if what we had, had absolutely no effect on him.

"Yeah over." I spoke excitedly, but my heart was breaking.

"Now we have that established, be in my wedding." He pushed

"NO. I'm going, but I will sit on the groom's side. That's final." I shouted back at him, my temper rising.

"It's not a big deal." He said irritated, making me want to smack him upside the head.

"Drop it Shane. I'm not fighting with you." I picked up some more of the wedding papers looking them over, irritated by his persistence.

"Okay" he replied with a weak smile. "Thanks."

"Anytime, Bestie" I said hugging him. I wanted to say anytime Guy I feel in love with, no correct that, guy I am in love with.

I knew one thing.

I had to find a way to stop this wedding.

Soo should I continue?

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