"Nathaniel Grey, you have some serious explaining to do!" Nate flashed into consciousness, not bothering to pause and rub his eyes as he sat up and came face to face with his two furious older brothers.

"Wha- What are you on about?" He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand.

"What happened last night?" Jason growled. Nate's brain could only register shock. Jason never growled. Jason only chirped and shouted and was only ever happy. He was never angry, no matter what Nate had done. Jason was always the one he could turn to for comfort and rational advice. If Jason was this furious then Nate must have done something very serious, he just couldn't remember what it was.

"Well I got another note," He muttered, recalling the happenings of the evening out loud. "And it said that the writer wanted to meet me at the dock so I went down there when it said to and I saw a girl sitting by the lake. She had a black hood on and I couldn't see her face until she turned around and it was..." Nate gulped. "It was Tess Tyler, you know the girl? Blonde, stick thin, thinks the world of herself? Yeah, well I wasn't expecting her but I promised myself that I would give whoever it was a chance and you both know that I never break promises. Not any more. Anyway, I came back as soon as I could get Tess off of me and fell asleep..."

"How did Tess even know about the notes?" Shane hissed.

"She sent them."

"No she didn't."

"She did, she admitted to it straight away."

Jason and Shane shook their heads in unison. "Tess didn't send those notes."

"Oh yeah?" Nate raised his eyebrows. "If Tess didn't send them then who did?"

The brothers exchanged a look and then sat down on either side of their younger sibling.

"If we tell you," Shane said very calmly. "Do you promise not to freak out?"

"Just tell me already. I don't care if it was you two having a joke, anything to keep Tess away from me."

"It wasn't us," Jason said sharply. "We would never take a joke that far."

"Who was it?"

"It was... You know what?" Shane stood up again. "Come and see for yourself, come and find out why we are so angry at you for believing Tess' stupid little lie."

"Show me? How are you going to-?" But Shane and Jason had already taken hold of him and were dragging him across the cabin. He went without protest, interested to find out why his brothers were making such a fuss about one fan. Unless... no, it wasn't possible.

But to Nate's complete, utter surprise, he was led right up to the door to a cabin he had never thought he would be allowed near to again. He had been carefully avoiding the cabin next to his own ever since he had kissed Caitlyn on the steps. Shane and Jason stopped him within touching distance of the doors.

"Be very, very quiet." Jason warned. "Any of those three girls will happily kill you right now."

Nate merely nodded as he stepped up to the door and knocked lightly just twice before swinging it open.

It took him a moment to find the three girls. They were sitting together on the floor at the end of one of the beds. Mitchie and Lola were sitting on either side of Caitlyn, their arms around her shoulders comfortingly as she sat with her head in her knees. Her shoulders were shaking violently and her whole body seemed to be heaving with what sounded like sobs. All Nate could make out was her unkempt hair and a familiar shirt hanging off of on shoulder.

"Did you find him?" Mitchie called out. The majority of her attention was focused on her best friend, she didn't look up.

Nate took a deep breath. "They found me."

All three girls immediately looked his way. Lola and Mitchie were stunned speechless and just sat incredibly still as the shaking of Caitlyn's body began to slow. The red eyed girl suddenly glared.

"What are you doing here?"

"I-."

"I don't care. I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. I have given you so many chances, I gave you the benefit of the doubt every single time. I always chose to turn away, all for you. I have spent four years of my life thinking of you but then you throw it all back in my face. What the hell did you think when Tyler turned up at the dock? Did you really believe that she had sent you those notes? Tess doesn't care about you; she only cares about your money and your fame. She would never go to the trouble to send you sixteen, hand written notes, wasting hours of her life to make sure that they are written exactly right."

"How would you know?" Nate glared at her, despite the fact all he wanted to do was run across and comfort her form her obvious pain. There were still fresh tears running down her cheeks, despite her defiant stance. "What would you know about the notes? Somebody obviously spread the message around camp about them but only Tess bothered to turn up. Only Tess - my new girlfriend might I add – bothered to turn up at the dock at nine o'clock last night so that she could talk to me and explain. I didn't see you there."

"That's because I was careful not to let you. I was going to come down and stand next to you but you just had to believe little miss innocent, didn't you?"

"Cait, I think you should calm down." Mitchie said in a carrying whisper, slowly climbing to her own feet.

"Why the hell should I calm down? He left me hanging for four years and then came back into my life, kissed me and proceeded to ignore me. Then, just when I am about to fix things, he decides to go off and ask another girl out. What did I ever do to deserve this, Mitch?"

"Nothing Cait, you did nothing."

"Exactly." Caitlyn's legs carried her across so that she was standing mere inches away from Nate. "I sent those notes, you idiot." She said in a low voice. "I sent each and every one of them hoping that you would get the hint. Every time I saw you I hoped you would run and tell me that you had figure it out so that I could tell you I knew why you had left me and that I forgave you, but no. You are a boy and an idiot and that combination makes a true dunce."

Nate blinked. Caitlyn was behind the notes? Caitlyn, the girl he had been in love with for years and years? How had he not realised it? It was far too convenient that every time there was a new note, she was exactly in sight, instantly spottable amongst the crowds. Nobody else would have gone to the trouble and she had hinted at it so many times. She knew that he loved her back and she had said so in the notes. Nate felt the fractured pieces of his heart make a feeble lunge for her.

"Caity... I'm sorry."

"It's too late for that. You asked Tess to be your girlfriend, you obviously don't have any faith in us. So it's over. Goodbye, Nate. I'm over you, I'm moving on and this is it. I'm going home and I hope that I never see you again."

Nate's jaw hung open. "Home?"

"Yeah, you know? That place you grew up in that wasn't important enough for you to visit once you were famous. Ring any bells? Didn't think so." Caitlyn's hand pointed towards the door and there was no sign of a tremble. "Get out."

"Caity, please just give me one more chance."

"No. You've had your last chance, Nate, and you screwed it up just like you did with the others. Go and have fun with Tess, maybe you can even have lots of adorable little babies who can be just as stupid and idiotic as their father and lie like their mother. There's a pretty picture."

Nate's eyes bore into Caitlyn's. He was looking for a sign, any sign at all, that she didn't mean what she was saying. Here she was standing in front of him with bloodshot eyes, tearstained cheeks, a t-shirt that he himself had given her four years prior and a deadly serious expression, and he could find no clue that she wasn't speaking the absolute truth.

"I know that I-."

"I've told you. I. Don't. Care. Now leave, before I get your brothers in here."

Nate finally took a tiny step in the direction of the door and Mitchie and Lola immediately pushed him forwards.

"Alright, I'm going! I'm going! Can you just tell Caitlyn that I would like my shirt back?"

Caitlyn's cheeks turned the slightest shade darker and Nate realised he had found the weak spot he had been searching for too late. If he had brought up the shirt in the beginning he might have stood a better chance but no, he had left it too late.

Caitlyn was over him. She was leaving Camp Rock and he would never see her again. As he fell to the floor at the bottom of the steps, the only way he could condole his self was by telling himself that at least she, Caity, would be happy.

Has it been four weeks or five? I'm sorry! UOTH, school and friends have kind of taken up my life recently! This chapter would have been longer but I really wanted to get it posted ASAP, preferably before midnight, so I cut it short. I'm not too proud of it, I haven't checked it through and I'm tired, so I'm going to go to bed.

I'm sorry if some of it doesn't make sense, I might revisit it when I'm not half asleep,

**Spwarkle**