This is my FAVORITE song by the JBs EVER!!!!!!!!!!! This is in honer of the music video, so sorry if the dialect confuses you.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock, guys!
Song based on: 'Lovebug' by the Jonas Brothers
Dedicated to: applepips16, for absolutely no reason other than she rocks! Check out her stories!

Nathaniel David Thomas carefully dialed the number to the Hotel Cambridge Rollens. He knew it was about the time that the owners daughter would be at the desk, ready to talk to anyone who happened to call.

"Caitlyn Marie Gellar, here," she said to the phone, smiling at the thought of having a talking buddy.

"Hello, Miss Caitlyn?" he asked carefully.

"Nate! is that you?" she grinned excitedly.

"Yes, are you busy?"

"No! Not at all! Are you?"

"No I-"

"Then come down here to talk to me! I'll have so much more fun seeing your face!" she said, laughing.

"But-"

"I know you're there! I see the lights on in your father's shoe shop, and the clerk's there! Come on! Please?" she begged.

"Give me five minutes," Nate said, grinning at the phone.

Nate and Caitlyn had been courting for a few months, and everyone in town except for them knew they'd be married soon. So in love they were, the way that they spoke of each other's eyes as if they were more beautiful than their own, and the way they flirted openly.

The local women's auxiliary was hosting a Christmas Ball at the Hotel, and everyone in town was coming.

Nate looked down on the card he'd received by post. It was a drafting call, and he would have to leave to train soon.

Caitlyn walked into his home at that moment to see him hiding the card.

"Nate?" she said gently.

"Yes, Caitlyn?" he asked nervously.

"What's that?" she whispered, on the verge of tears with anticipation to the answer.

"A draft," he whispered hoarsely.

She stayed silent as tears began to glide down her steadily paling face. She walking to him and instantaneously, they wrapped their arms around each other, each crying silently. As Caitlyn's body shook with silent, but wracking, sobs, Nate held her so carefully, you'd have thought her a porcelain doll.

As she stilled, they pulled carefully apart.

"Shall we go to the ball?" Nate asked her, quietly.

"Yes, I should fancy one last dance before you have to..." she couldn't finish her sentence, but they both knew what she meant.

The two danced closely and romantically as a medium tempo song began to come from the record player.

As the tempo increased, everyone else sped up, but Nate and Caitlyn stayed wrapped in each other.

The only word the could make out out of the screeched of the record player and she shuffling of dancers was 'lovebug' and that's all the needed. That on word told them everything would be alright.

Cat and Rei, Nate and Caitlyn's twin great-granddaughters, observed their old, sleeping Popa.

He was still quite fit, but you can only stay so fit when you're 88 years of age. One thing their Granny said was that the sparkle in his eye was no different from the day she'd met him.

They looked through old albums and annuals at the photos of their great-grandparents. They looked as in love as they were today, even after all those years.

Caitlyn smiled as she sat next to Nate, and joined him as he awoke in watching the two precocious twelve year olds run around in their nightgowns ans her old hats.

A/N: Sorry if this is hard to follow, but I like it. Rveiws and suggest!