A/N-ok, so I was typing this chapter and an amazing episode of House came on...so I got a little sidetracked...anyways, so you know how all of you thought that the last chapter was all dark and sad? Brace yourselves...it's about to get worse :( Enjoy :)

Chapter 7

Nate's POV

"Hey Nate, we're going to the pool, you coming?" Jason asked eagerly. I sat up on my bed slightly and tried to shut out the bright light streaming in from the hallway.

"Nah, that's ok. I think I'm going to call Caitlyn today." I groaned. I swear I could feel Shane rolling his eyes.

"Whatever, come on Jase, you're cutting into my swimtime." he said pulling Jason out the hotel room door and pulling it shut.

I gladly embraced the darkness and sank back under the covers. As I laid there I thought, once again about Caitlyn. There were so many holes in the past year and a half of my life that she should have be there to fill. So many things she would have gone through, things that she'd have done that I should have been standing there next to her.

We were supposed to start eighth grade two years ago, did she go to Camp Rock last summer without me? What was her life like in high school? Had she replaced me? Was she dating anyone?

I shut my eyes tightly, trying to stop the questions from coming. I had closed off the part of my brain that held all the memories of her for so long that now that I had reopened it the questions kept flooding my mind and I was drowning in them. What hurt the most was being so close (A/N no pun intended lol) to her right now, knowing that, if I wanted I could go see her and know the answers. I thought back to the last thing I said to her.

'Always and forever, remember?' I sighed heavily and got out of bed, I remembered, but now forever isn't really as long as it's supposed to be.

As I got dressed I didn't bother turning the light- what's the point if I'm living in the dark either way?

Caitlyn's POV

Mom and dad saw me today (at different times of course). It was more or less of the same. Dad staying silent and just staring at me, while mom told me through her fake tears how much she loves me and how she knows I'll get through this. I'm tired of being trapped all the time. I'm sick of people telling me how much they understand about me when in reality they have no idea. The only person who really truly understood me was Nate and he's the reason I'm trapped in the first place.

Nate's POV

Once I had gotten ready I sat in one of the chairs with Caitlyn's pictures staring, spread out in front of me. I was twirling my phone in my hands trying to decide if I was really going to do this.

'What if she doesn't want to see me? What if she doesn't remember? Pushing all rational thoughts aside, I flipped open my phone and hit speed dial #1 - Caity's Cell. A girl's unfamiliar voice picked up

"Hello?" I paused, it didn't sound like her.

"Um, hey, is Caitlyn there?" I asked nervously. The voice on the other end paused.

"Yeah, she's here, who's this?" I swallowed

"An old friend, Nate-" there was a clatter on the other line, like the girl had dropped the phone. When she spoke again she sounded slightly angered by something.

"Oh. This is Layla, her best friend." she said, putting an emphasis on best. I felt a pang of jealously, so she had replaced me. "What do you want?"

"I want to talk to Caitlyn. Where is she?" I could hear the unwanted edge to my voice.

"She's getting her, um, stuff." Layla's voice now held more anger.

"Well can I talk to her when she's done?" I asked, hoping the answer would be yes. I heard Layla give a dragged out sigh.

"No. She's not allowed."

"What? Why not?" I asked a bit louder than necessary.

"Because she CAN'T!" Layla yelled in retalliation. I was tempted to hang up right then and forget I had called, but something inside made me keep talking. I took a deep breath to keep myself from throwing the phone against the wall.

"Am I allowed to come see her?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah. You can." Layla sounded as though she was almost spitting the words out.

"Great, tell her I'll be at her house later then." I said calmly, moving to hang up.

"Wait! She um, she moved." Layla called out, sounding panicked. 'She moved?' I thought, 'Since when?'

"Oh. So can I have her new address?" I asked curiously. Laylas made a noise of exasperation and gave me Caitlyn's new address, I wrote it down. Once I hung up I collapsed onto my bed, burying my face in the pillows. Once I'd screamed a few times I sat up and texted Shane.

Shane/Nate

'I got Caitlyn's new address'

'hoo?' I rolled my eyes I should have known he would have forgotten by now.

'My friend'

'Rite, and i care becuz...?'

becuz you're comin with me to see her'

It was another 5 minutes before he responded. I could see him sitting down by the pool trying to figure out if I was being serious. No one told the Shane Gray what to do and then actually made him do it. Ever.

'W8 that 1 hot chick from camp rock?' I sighed and facepalmed myself. Leave it to Shane to remember beautiful, funny, smart Caitlyn as 'that hot chick from Camp Rock.

'ya thats the 1'

'o cool me n jase r comin up now' I sighed again and prepared myself for what would become one of the worst days of my life.

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"So how come you never called this chick?" I shrugged.

"We kind of grew apart." I lied, in reality I had started blocking her calls and stopped answering her texts and e-mails. It just hurt to hear her voice when I knew I couldn't be there with her. Yet here we were, sitting in the limo on out way to see her again; Shane slumped lazily against his seat listening to his ipod, Jason mesmerized by all the buttons and me just running over what I was going to say to her, praying that this Layla girl had told her I was coming.

"Dude are you sure you got the right address?" Shane asked, craning his neck around to look out the windows. I looked out too. We were downtown, near the hospital. I nodded slowly. The limo stopped.

"Alright boys, here you go. I'll be back at this same spot in two hours to take you to sound check." The driver said. We got out of the car slowly.

It was warm for January, but not by much. The sky was gray, indicating an approaching thunderstorm, and a cool breeze fluttered through the air. I took in the surroundings. We were on one of the less common streets, where only people visiting the hospital came through. The building in front of us wasn't a home either, even though the addresses matched. It was big and white. Sterilized almost. It was when I saw the sign above the door that made me begin to feel quesy.

Severe Depression Rehabilitaion Clinic for Adolescents

There was only one thing that could have happened to put Caitlyn in this place. I shut my eyes to stop the world from crashing upside down. I slowly tilted my head up to the sky.

'What have I done?'

A/N- AHH cliffy...well kinda, so now we think we know what happened to Caitlyn...this was kind of short and I apologize. The next chapter is pretty much a filler setting us up for THE BIG CHAPTER...like seriously, i've had THE BIG CHAPTER planned out in my mind before I even put the first chapter on paper :) just so that you guys know, I have a composition book that I write this story in, and I'm always two chapters ahead of the most recently posted chapter in it...currently I'm on page 53. So if any of you ever by some freakish coincidence meet my best friends cover your ears because they're always a chapter or two ahead :)

Anyways, everyone give a virtual round of applause for asparagusLOOTS as Layla in this chapter :) i hope you guys liked her cause this isn't the last you'll see of her...

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