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Okay so the Hannah Montana movie has a special guest in it and you can guess if you're reading this.

Duhh, her name is in the title people! TAYLOR SWIFT.

And she has a song in it called Crazier. I heard it and I luff it.

Ad guess what? It's songfic time! WOOOT!


Caitlyn Gellar has never been the one to go with the wind. She'd much rather let it take her to where it wants her. Her friends told her that letting it take her would take the joy out of it but she never listened.

Then, a boy came along. He's nothing special to everyone else, just a background member of Connect Three. To her, he was wa new world.

I believe that she met him on the first day of a brand new camp, Camp Rock. She had just gotten off the bus when there was screaming and yelling. She looked around to see the bandmembers of Connect Three in front of her cabin. She sighed because well, she'd never been one to drool over famous people. She walked past them, unfazed and walked into her cabin, setting her stuff down. She pulled out her guitar and began a soft melody, nothing special. She vocalized along, just humming.

She finished the worldess song and put her guitar back. "That was beautiful." A soft voice said. She bit her lip and looked up to see Nate Green. His curly hair swayed softly and she found herself daydreaming about it. She shook her head. "It's nothing." He chuckled, his laugh music to her ears. "It's not. Now I know why you came here. You've got a talent." She laughed bitterly. "Compared to Tess Tyler, I've got a hoarse throat."

Nate frowned. "But, you've got something beautiful here. Why hide it?" She rolled her eyes. "Why show it? Who's gonna like it besides you?" He smiled, crossing the room and takinging her hand. "Everyone. Just give it a chance." Her eyes softened. "Okay." She whispered. He pulled her softly off the bed, walking out the door. It was surprisingly warm and dark outside. "Wanna go do one of my favorite things?"

She looked at him, confusion taking over her facial expressions. "And what is that?" She asked, curious. He grinned. "Swimming." She shook her head and looked around to find them at the dock. "No, no, no. This is against the rules!" He walked over to her, their faces an inch apart. "Did I mention I'm related to the Camp Owner?" His peppermint breath swirled around her and she sighed. "Fine." She unbuttoned her buffalo shirt, revealing a tink pink tanktop. He smiled softly and took off his plaid shirt, revelaing a plain tank.

He kicked off his shoes and his skinny jeans were off after some blushing and looking away of course. Her demin shorts stayed on and she dived in, feeling the coldness wrap his wet arms around her, engulfing her in a whole new world. She opened her eyes and saw Nate, inches away from her. They came up to the surface and they both laughed. She looked into his eyes. They were a chocolate brown. She found herself lost in his eyes. Caitlyn looked down, blushing.

And that is how they stayed out all night.

Now, after that night Caitlyn became mroe free, more crazier. She took chances and she wasn't afraid to fall. Besides, she always felt she was falling when she was with Nate.

He was fearless, crazy even. Afterwards he invited her to a concert of his, a special diabetes concert. She watched the first row as he took the stage by a storm, he made life his own. He wasn't afraid of it like she was.

She watched as he made the sky his own kind of blue. As a new song came on, he pulled her hand and she was on the stage, standing beside him. She gasped, her eyes widening. "Relax," He told her, smiling. "Open your eyes and you'll believe." She frowned. "But my eyes are open." She pointed to her hazel eyes. He chuckled. "Let go, relax. There's tohing to fear." She nodded.

He pushed the microphone toward her and she inhaled, taking a deep breath. She sang her heart out that night in front of millions. As Nate walked her to her car, she smiled. "I've always wanted to know what it was like to relax and make life your own. You made it seem so real and easy." He chuckled. "It is."

Now, she may have some doubts here and there but all in all, he made her crazier.

She wasn't afriad of life, nor did she hate it but she did not love it. she made the best out of any situation and as you can guess, it was becuase of him.

He made her crazier.

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Eh, I thought it was okay. Right after this, Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift is gonna be written and up by tonight.

Myabe even Breathe.

It depends.

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