Update! Yay. So I finished this up in a flash. I have to say there are some chapter that are easier to write than others, and this was one of them. It's a bit shorter than others but I don't think I could have covered another chapter. I kinda wanted to concentrate on this one. Anyways. Much thanks to Subrubs who looked over this in like a second. And my little announcement will be...at the end of this chapter. OH Also, I'm not sure how many of you have read my other stories but this chapter referes back to Almost Lover. You might want to check out the ending before of after you read this.

ENJOY!

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Confessions of Danny Zuko

Chapter TEN: Dreamworld II

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You know that thing they say about you never really know what you have until it's gone? That does not apply to me. I knew exactly what I'd be missing when Caitlyn leaves. She dropped the news a month ago. A darn month. She casually stepped into my room and reminded us, even though we all knew. We knew that she'll be leaving first but after months of filming her departure seemed far off. It was a wake-up call to cherish all the moments I had around Caitlyn. Man did I cherish. I guess you can say it was in that last month that Caitlyn and I got really close. She would wake me up every day and then make me a small breakfast. She was perfect.

And if you're wondering if I ever got over Caitlyn, I didn't. I can say I never really tried because she would bounce by and show me a million reasons why she's so great once I would come up with one reason why I shouldn't like her. I've tried telling her. I really have. There were times when I ached to tell her but I had no idea how to produce the words. They had to be perfect, just like she was. So I settled for those 'hints' Taylor insisted to keep on dropping. I listened. Before, Caitlyn was a friend I merely had a crush on. I never intended to push past what she wanted from me, but the moment she said, "Sucks don't it? I'm leaving in exactly 30 days", I scrambled to say it somehow. But every time I was around her, I couldn't. I would be distracted because Caitlyn would let out a cute laugh or stared off into space. The only time Caitlyn and I weren't together was when we had to film separately or had to go to bed (although, I had no problem with Caitlyn sleeping with me).

So to drop these hints of mine, every night I kissed her cheek. It was friendly. I hope it appeared friendly. There were times where I would come close to her lips. Really close. Caitlyn never said anything so I thought she didn't mind. Caitlyn always said goodnight and left me there wondering how it would feel to really kiss her. There wasn't a time when I didn't wish it was night already just so I could kiss her soft cheek. It was a small peck, sure, but even the smallest contact with Caitlyn sent an ache through me. It used to be a tickling sensation that concentrated in my chest but it became an ache - a heartache because she's leaving and I won't be able to see her anytime soon.

I would watch her pass by my room on her way to the laundry room. I couldn't let her escape. I can't imagine not being able to see Caitlyn walk pass my room with her basket in hand while she hummed. I ran to reach out and hug her. The first time I ambushed Cait, she dropped her heavy basket on my bare toes. I didn't care or wince. Just one hint of cinnamon and I was fine. A month? There has to be some way to make time freeze so I could have her here forever.

Now, I'm addicted to seeing how her hand fits in mine. It started off as an accident. Emma was needed on set and I was sent out to fetch her from her trailer. I barged into Emma's trailer and grabbed the first hand that I saw. The moment her hand was in mine, I knew it was Caitlyn. That ache came without even looking at who I was holding. When I finally did look up at Caitlyn she had an amused look in her face. She told me Emma was already on her way and she let go of me. Caitlyn pushed me out of the trailer. I never forgot how her hand feels but I need a constant reminder of why I like it so much- her hand in mine. When I know nobody is watching, I reach out for her hand. Caitlyn doesn't ask why anymore. She just gives in and I mindlessly play with her digits until they're safely intertwined with mine. I think Jaclyn almost caught us once. I was in my own world, fascinated with her hand while Caitlyn watching a movie. She pulled her hand away quickly. I was about to protest when I noticedJaclyn lingering behind us before she finally walked into the kitchen. Caitlyn never said a word, she just let her hand sit by her side…and I quickly took it again.

One month doesn't last very long. Caitlyn's last week was hell. During our time together she was signing a stack of papers. Papers that made her swear not to leak any information about the movie. She had to sign papers that her film contract was over. There were papers that she had to sign to properly release her from the Quarters. I was glad when those papers were done with. I couldn't hug Caitlyn when she was signing papers. She said I messed up her signature.

Three days before her departure I accidentally listened in on her finalizing flight plans. That was perhaps the biggest pain I felt.

"Do I want a round-trip? Oh no, thank you. I don't plan on returning."

I had to keep myself from breaking down because she knew I was near and after her call she would come directly to me. I can't have Caitlyn see me cry. And if you're wondering, I have cried. Don't call me weak. I wanted to rid myself of the tears I would cry when the real time comes. Like I said, I didn't want her to see me cry. Sure, I knew I was weak around her but I didn't want her to know that. Not at all. Don't get me wrong, I didn't cry like a baby, but there were times where I had to excuse myself because I felt that sudden rush of tears. It's hard to choke back emotions, which is why I never did it; I just hid them very well.

Tonight, was Caitlyn's last night here, and I was trying to figure out something special to do for her. She needed to be given something before she took off tomorrow. There is no way she's leaving without proper closure from all of us.

"You got to be kidding me," Jaclyn laughed, "Closure? Nate she isn't dead. You'll get to see her soon."

I barged into my room to find Jaclyn and James knitted together. I disgustedly looked away. It's not fair they had each other when I was desperately trying to find a way to show Caitlyn how I felt.

"Jaclyn, everybody needs closure." I spat back.

"I know we need to say goodbye." Jaclyn rolled her eyes. Somehow, I don't know why, I hated that word. Goodbye. I glared at her for saying it.

"It's not goodbye." I shook my head.

"But you're making it seem like-"

"I have an idea." James piped up.

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I called the girls down. James was a genius. It was a simple game that I could have made up myself if I wasn't so worried about her leaving in the first place. I had my guitar tightly in my hand as James patted my back.

"I can't see how she doesn't figure it out already." James chuckled. "If she does, you want some gum? You never know she might want to shove you in a closet and show you exactly what you want."

James is another person who picked up on these 'hints' and inherited Taylor's and Shane's teasing. Jaclyn swore she didn't say a thing to him and I believed her. Caitlyn and her posse joined us in the living room. The lot of them sat down slowly as James began to explain exactly what he told me.

"So I learned this sort of game, I guess you can call it, back in high school. My friend was moving across the nation because his father was in the army and we were all really sad. So one day after school we sat around the lobby, I played my guitar and began narrating how great it was to be his friend. Then we took turns saying what we really liked about our friend and what makes him special." James said. Caitlyn picked up quickly. She was a second away from running out.

"James I don't think I can go through with this." Caitlyn said worriedly. She was beginning to crawl back to her feet but Emma placed her hand on Caitlyn's shoulder reassuringly.

"Cait, it's going to make it easier for us. It will distract us from the fact that you're leaving if we remember all the great memories we have of you." James smiled at her.

Caitlyn took a deep breath and looked around, "Ok, so who's going to play the guitar."

I was almost insulted she didn't guess that right away. I cleared my throat and strummed my guitar to let her know it was me.

"Okay rules of the game," James continued, "One, we can dish about anything Caity did."

Anything?" Taylor perked up.

Caitlyn frowned at Taylor who threw her a smirk.

James nodded, "Anything. Two, the guitar must never stop playing or the game finishes. Three, anyone who starts crying will lose their turn. Four, Cait has to remain quiet. Ready?"

"Wait that's not fair! Why can't I talk?" Caitlyn protested.

"Because." James flatly said.

"Cait, just go along with it." I begged. There was no way Caitlyn was going to ruin this for herself. She crossed her arms and huffed. I took it as a signal to begin the game.

We quickly dove into the game. For nearly half an hour we laughed and smiled at the things Cait did over her course here. Half of the girls were silently crying and gulping back tears. James was finishing off his memory of Caitlyn when he tossed the ball over to Emma.

"Let's have Emma go next." James pointed out. Emma looked up at me with sad eyes. I shrugged and motioned her to go on. I silently chewed on my gum that James had given me earlier. If anybody besides me was having a difficult time letting go, it was Emma. I don't think the full shock has hit her yet.

Emma nodded, "My favorite memory with Caitlyn is when we promised to be each other's maid of honor at our weddings."

Weddings? I was startled at the sudden change of topic. James finished talking about heels. Weddings? Seriously! I took in a silent gasp when my gum flew to the back of my throat. I began to cough. I was choking on my gum. I painfully swallowed the small lump.

I blushed, "Ahem sorry, go on."

For Emma, I played the "Bridal March" while she talked. I couldn't help but to wonder who would be at the altar waiting for Caitlyn as she slowly made her way towards that lucky guy.

Emma continued on, "It reminded me of being a kid again. I know the boys won't ever understand what it's like being a girl and playing dress up, having tea parties and dreaming of the fairytale wedding. I don't know, Caitlyn just has this child-like aurora about her. She's this perfect mix of an old soul with a young heart. She's too mature for her age sometimes but then suddenly she transforms into a little girl. A girl with insecurities and faults but fascinating enough to turn me into one too." She shook her head, "I'll miss the times we cooked together, cleaned, hung out, dressed up and our late night sing alongs. Nate?"

Emma rushed her last sentence out, like if she wanted to finish up her memory and sweetly hand me the baton.

"I'm just the guitar player." I said.

James shrugged, "Everybody has to get a turn."

"Marcie hasn't gone." I looked over to Marcie who was blowing her nose.

She sniffed, "I've been crying the whole time."

"By default, it's Nate's turn." James announced. It's not that I didn't want to say something nice about Caitlyn. There were so many things I could say about her. Her hugs, her smile, the way she stutters when I give her my best hugs, when she walks around in just an over sized t-shirt… What I didn't want to do was to accidentally say something that revealed what I didn't want to make known yet. I looked for something else to say, something safe.

"Um what's there to say about Cait," I stalled before I thought of something to say, "Oh, I've got one. I've always wondered why Cait loves strawberries. I think it was our first lunch together when I saw her walk away with a mountain of sliced strawberries. I tried to get some and she got totally defensive. I managed to get one and she glared at me. I wasn't sure if she was going to choke me or throw a fit, but it was fun to watch her."

"Cait's a freak." Mike causally added. That made everybody smile even through the tears.

"Mike you're a jerk." Caitlyn growled.

"SHHHHHHHHHH!"

Caitlyn crossed her arms and sulked while I kept on reciting my memory of her.

"So one time, I wanted to see how big of an obsession she had. I think Cait can recall the day the fruit table was missing a very important bowl of freshly picked strawberries."

Caitlyn whipped her head around at me

"You-"

"Cait, you can't talk." James warned.

Caitlyn's mouth dropped in disbelief and she crossed her arms tighter.

"I had to sit through a whole lunch trying to not laugh at Cait who was not so pleased at her lunch." I laughed. I had to. I had a flashback to that day and it was hilarious now that I think about it.

"That was you!?" Caitlyn spoke again.

"Cait! SHH!" Emma patted Caitlyn shoulders.

"The guitar stopped!" Caitlyn pointed at me.

"Shh…"

Ten pairs of eyes flew over to me. My hands were dangling at my sides, nowhere near my guitar. Caitlyn smiled.

"Game over!"

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Caitlyn and I stayed up longer than we were supposed to. We were talking in the kitchen when it felt like an immense sleep spell was cast over me. I was listening to Caitlyn compare me to Shane when I felt the heaviness on my eyelids which threaten to close at any moment. I saw Caitlyn shake her head.

"It's getting late." She glanced over to the giant clock hanging in the kitchen before looking at her own cell phone.

"Can you carry me up the stairs?" I asked. You know, worrying about tomorrow really drained me out. I looked at Caitlyn who stood up and proceeded to roll her eyes at me.

"Not in a million years." She grinned. I sighed in defeat. Looks like I have to drag this body up the stairs all by myself. I gathered enough strength to stand up. Caitlyn found it amusing when it came time to actually climb the stairs. As much as I wanted to reach the second floor, my feet were tripping over themselves making it harder to walk. I began wondering if it would be so hard to install an elevator in this house. Caitlyn hovered a few steps ahead of me, throwing some encouraging words at me.

"Nate, you're acting drunk." Caitlyn said in a muffled laugh.

I glared at her, "Who's acting?"

"Come on, two steps down, twenty eight more to go." Caitlyn cheered.

My eyes flew open. There was no way I only took two steps up this thing. My eyes darted around to find it was the complete opposite. Two more steps and I would successfully be on the second floor. "Funny." I mumbled.

Caitlyn giggled her adorable face off, "Do you need help?"

I took those two steps and sighed, "No. I needed help down there."

Caitlyn proceeded to push me towards my room. I wasn't one to protest. First of all, it was an effort that I didn't have to make and second, pft, Caitlyn's hand were on me. I maybe sleepy but hell, I knew what was going on around me.

"Nate, you're a pig." Caitlyn said once we were in my room. I knew she was talking about how tidy I keep my corner of the room. I usually would shrug it off and continue doing whatever I was doing. USUALLY.

"You know pigs are clean animals." I threw myself on my bed.

Caitlyn made a face, "Since when is rolling around in mud clean?"

I didn't bother to change in my pj's. I just climbed into bed and turned my lights off, readying myself for a great sleep.

"They need to roll around in the mud." I yawned, "Did you know that besides humans, pigs are the only animal that can get sunburned? Mud is like their sun block lotion."

"You've been watching Animal Planet." Caitlyn shook her head.

"Maybe."

Caitlyn didn't say anything after that. She just sat there in the dark looking at me. Well, at least I hoped she was looking at me. A while pasted and I was beginning to think that I should suggest she sleep next to me. Of course, I couldn't say it directly. Have you ever tried to make a sentence when you're already beginning to dream? Dreams that involve Caitlyn in a white dress and veil? Caitlyn shifted her weight around. Her movement snapped me up from my dreams. I could see the rough outline for Caitlyn's figure. For a second I thought I saw her wipe her cheeks with her hands.

"Are you crying?" I mumbled out.

"No."

"Oh…why are you still here?" I asked.

Caitlyn let out a sour laugh, "You get ruder when you're lacking some sleep."

"Sorry." I apologized.

"I don't know. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight. I have too much going through my mind." Caitlyn sighed out.

"And you think camping out at the foot of my bed will help you out?"

"I'm going then." Caitlyn bluntly said, "Jesus, Nate. I thought me leaving would have soften you up."

"You have no idea." I said to myself.

I could feel Caitlyn's weight off the bed. Her footsteps circled around and headed towards the door.

"Night." She called out.

"Goodnight, Caitlyn." I yawned once more. The door closed and I was forced to go to sleep and for once I didn't mind. I couldn't wait to continue on this dream of Caitlyn in a white dress.

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It was surreal and strange all wrapped up into one big…thing. I can't even describe this. I was at this giant wedding. A huge Cathedral. Billions of roses. Thousands of guests. I don't think I was even me. It felt like I was watching this big movie and I was just a fly on the wall. The guest stood up in unison and the doors creaked open to reveal a single silhouette of a dolled up bride. In front of her were these rosey-cheeked toddlers as the flower girls. They had ringlets bouncing around their chubby little faces.

"Nate what are you doing?!"

I whipped my vision to look at Alex.

ALEX!!?

"Huh?"

"Shane needs you up there!" Alex started to pull me towards the alter, "Some best man you are!"

The moment I was up by Shane side, he gave me this questioning look.

"Where were you?"I opened my mouth to respond but something else caught my eye.

Caitlyn.

She was in a green bridesmaid's dress. She looked great but there were two things that disturbed me. There was a wedding band on her hand and…well…

Caitlyn was pregnant. As much as she looked great something in the pit of my stomach didn't feel right.

"Shane," I whispered as I tried to avoid Caitlyn's gaze, "Why is Caitlyn pregnant?"

Jason snorted behind me. I glanced back at Caitlyn and noticed another pair of worried eyes.

Alice.

Shane gave me a disturbed look, "You're sick."

The bride was still traveling at a slow pace.

"I'm serious Shane." I muttered.

"I don't want to explain exactly why Caitlyn is pregnant. I think you know exactly why she is carrying your baby." Shane huffed.

"My baby?" I said incredulously.

"Nate are you alright?" Shane touched my forehead.

"Not really." I looked over at Caitlyn who whispered something to Mitchie.

MITCHIE?

I looked back at the bride who was nearing the alter. Shane wasn't marrying Mitchie?

"Shane why aren't you marrying Mitchie?" I whispered.

Shane frowned, "I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that."

The bride finally reached us. The two flower girls rushed over to Alice who kissed their foreheads. It's when I notice I was an uncle to identical twins. One of the flower girls ran over to Jason who picked her up in a swift motion. I took a final gaze over at the guest. It was a clutter of friends and family, all smiling at this glorious moment. If I wasn't a wreak I would have been smiling too. I was too busy worrying if Caitlyn was really pregnant. Shane walked up to his bride and pulled the veil over to reveal her face.

I took a glance.

"Erica?"

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Today was REALLY surreal. After days of worrying about Caitlyn leaving and never seeing her again, I felt oddly at peace. The filming day was big. We were doing the final musical numbers today. You're the One that I Want and We Go Together are the only song's we'll be performing today. I was at my trailer eating a muffin anxious about my calm state. It was eerie. Everybody else was feeling the last moments with Caitlyn, why wasn't I? Perhaps my odd dream was enough to shake me out of my normal state. I thought about it.

What was I thinking?

Caitlyn pregnant? Was I losing my marbles?

"Nate?"

Emma knocked at my door.

"Come in." I called.

Emma opened the door and peaked in.

"We need you now." Emma weakly smiled and entered. She was decked out in her tight black outfit for the day. Her hair was curled up in the way Caitlyn's hair would have been. Caitlyn's hair was now in a flip, like Emma's was. It's like their character morphed into each other. Emma eyed me. Taylor and Emma have been very careful around me. I think they're scared that I'll have a mental breakdown or something. I think I will have that breakdown if I don't figure out what's wrong with me.

"Already?" I looked at my watch.

"Already." Emma confirmed. I got up and joined Emma on the huge set. We had a whole carnival to ourselves. The dancers were in awe of the whole thing. I would be too if I wasn't too preoccupied at the fact that I wasn't a wreak. Dor and Steven approached us and explained this whole situation. Emma nodded and I stared at the ground.

"Nate! Are you listening?" Dor shook me.

I nodded, "Yeah. We're going to act out the scene first and then dive right into the number. We have to wait for the three beeps that will come right before the music's starts. If the beeps don't come in right away we have to improvise until we hear them."

Dor had a strange look on her face, "Oh…"

Steven clapped his hands together, "Alrighty, let's do this!"

I jogged over to Max, James, and Mike. They tossed me a letterman sweater which I hurried to slip on.

"ACTION!"

Doody
HEY, THERE'S ZUCCO! YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING US!

Sonny
WELL, WELL, WELL!

Putzy
WHAT IS THIS, HALLOWEEN?

Sonny
WHERE DID YOU SWIPE THIS LETTERMAN'S SWEATER?

Danny
WHILE YOU WERE OUT STEALING HUBCAPS, I LETTERED IN TRACK.

Doody
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. DANNY ZUCCO TURNED JOCK?

Danny
THAT'S RIGHT.

Putzy
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DESERTING US?

Danny
YOU CAN'T FOLLOW A LEADER ALL YOUR LIVES.
YOU KNOW YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME, BUT SANDY DOES, TOO.
I'M GOING TO DO ANYTHING I CAN TO GET HER, THAT'S ALL.

I continued to converse with my pals until Emma strutted by. I glanced at her and then did a double take. Emma was quickly joined by Louisa, Marcie and Jennie who were smirking in the back.

Danny
SANDY!

Sandy
TELL ME ABOUT IT, STUD.

We waited for the beeps.

And waited.

And waited.

"CUT! DOR WHERE ARE MY 'BEEPS'?!" Steven yelled.

Suddenly, the three beeps blasted through the speakers at an ear shattering volume. We all winced when the feedback boomed in our eardrums.

Dor weakly smiled, "Sorry."

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"YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT
YOU ARE THE ONE I WANT
OOH, OOH, OOH, HONEY
THE ONE THAT I WANT
YOU ARE THE ONE I WANT
OOH, OOH, OOH, HONEY
THE ONE THAT I WANT
YOU ARE THE ONE I WANT
OOH, OOH, OOH
THE ONE I NEED
OH, YES, INDEED"

"CUT! I think we finally got it!" Steven yelled.

Everybody around me relaxed as Steven played back the number we just filmed. He gave us a thumbs up.

"I'll go get Cait and Taylor for this last one." He announce as he ran off.

"Couldn't he have given us a break?" She said breathlessly.

I shook my head, "He trying to cram in everything before it gets too late."

Emma squinted up at the sun, "I guess filming at night isn't exactly in the schedule is it?"

I frowned, "And filming without Caitlyn isn't on there too."

Steven came back with Caitlyn and Taylor who were grinning from ear to ear. It must be nice to have all this time with Caitlyn. I have yet to squeeze in a couple of minutes with her and here's Taylor…just rubbing it in my face that he's spent all morning with her. Damn him. Caitlyn beamed up at me.

"You look disgusting." She pointed at my sweaty forehead.

I grimaced, "Well, some girls like sweaty guys."

Caitlyn scrunched her nose, "Yuck."

"ALRIGHT LET'S GET THIS FINAL NUMBER DOWN!" Steven yelled. The hundreds of dancers and the cast cheered.

"READY!"

I looked at Caitlyn who smiled back and took Taylor's hand. I had to convince myself that she was only acting.

"SET!"Emma wrapped her arms around my waist and I hesitantly hung my arms around her neck.

"ACTION!"

Think happy Nate. HAPPY.

"WE GO TOGETHER
LIKE RAMA LAMA LAMA KA DINGA DA DING-DONG
REMEMBERED FOREVER
AS SHOO-BOP SHA WADDA-WADDA YIPPITY BOOM DE-BOOM
CHANG CHANG AH CHANGITTY CHANG-SHOO-BOP
THAT'S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE
WHA-OOOH, YEAH!"

I watched Caitlyn from the corner of my eyes. I won't ever forget how happy she looked as she bounced around Taylor and how natural she was at this dancing thing. It just a pity that she had to leave so soon. I would have loved to continue watching her like she is today. Bright. Lovely. And not pregnant.

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One moment I'm on the highest high on earth and then, everything is in fast-forward and I'm trying to contain all these emotions that suddenly came crashing down on me. I felt the punch of reality when I was with Caitlyn on the Ferris Wheel. I have to admit I made the whole thing a tiny date. Well, at least it felt like a date. Caitlyn had to bring her ugly horse up with us and made it sit in the middle of us. I had the urge to throw the horse off the ride but I knew Caitlyn would hate me for it. I scooted over to her and just did what I thought people do on a date. Get cozy with each other. The moment I flung my arm around Caitlyn she collapsed on me as she looked down at the carnival. It was nice that she was just reacting to my slight forwardness. I could possibly tell her and everything would be alright. Heck I still needed to gather up some courage to even remotely think about telling her. I just wanted this time alone with Caitlyn. It wasn't what I wanted but it was enough. What more can I ask for?

Oh yeah.

More time. Not only did Caitlyn suddenly jump off the ride to look for Emma but it was the end of the moment I was enjoying a lot. I was hoping we could squeeze in some more time together but that wasn't the case. In a blink of an eye, Caitlyn was torn away from me. I watched her car leave, in disbelief that she was actually going.

Caitlyn just left. She left. I tried to convince myself that six months will pass in no time but it's already feeling like forever. Taylor and Emma walked off into the kitchen. He had a protective arm around Emma as she bawled uncontrollably. Louisa, Jennie, and Marcie made their way up the stairs to their rooms. Jaclyn and James patted my back as they walked back outside. Mike and Max awkwardly stood by me before they ran upstairs.

So this is what life feels like without Caitlyn…

It miserably sucks.

I was about to wallow up in my sadness when my phone rang. I didn't bother to check who was calling. I just answered it.

"Hello?"

"Sounding a bit down in the dumps, bro. Did Caitlyn leave already?"

I frowned, "Hey Shane."

"Tell me all about it."

"I miss her. I wish I could have left with her. And I want all this to be over already." I admitted. This was no fun without Caitlyn.

Shane chuckled, "Well bro, hang in there. If it makes you feel any better this summer's tour is finally happening. We got some dates down and guess what? Our first venue is in the Caribbean. Oh yeah!"

Music. I haven't thought of playing in a long time. Let me rephrase that. I haven't played for my fans. I've played to make me happy. And what's been keeping me happy just left. How in the heck am I going to finish my song? I got more done over the past few months but I still need to finish it off. Just then, I got a sudden flashback of my dream. I wasn't focusing on Caitlyn anymore. I was concentrating on Shane's point of view. He was getting married to a girl who he hasn't heard from in…years?

"Shane can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"I had a dream you were going to marry Erica."

"That isn't a question, Nate."

"My question is…Do you ever regret not telling her?"

"She knew."

"I guess what I'm trying to get out of you is that if you regret throwing your chance away?"

Shane fell quiet. I knew he was thinking back to that faithful New Years.

"Does it matter? I have Mitchie now."

"Do you?"

"Nate..." Shane let out a breath I assumed he was holding ing, "I regret everything I did to lose her."

And in that conversation I figured out a way to make it up to Shane. Maybe this dream of mine can help me finish up this song and be an inside joke between Shane and I. After I hung up I rushed over to my guitar and began singing what I saw in my dream.

"Thinkin' about how we're gonna say our vows
It's cool we're just friends.
She walks down the aisle.
I see all of my friends smile
Because now we're more than friends."

I quickly jotted down the new lyrics and smiled. There is no way anybody will guess this song is for Caitlyn. She might have been an inspiration for it but the end is an ode to this funny little dream of mine. A shockingly happy ending for all of us. Even me.

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So, I know lot of you wanted me to continue Pink Lady past of what I already had planned. I usually can't do that because then I lose focus and my excuses will go on... WELL, I want to fulfill those wishes with this story. So Confession's will be yet another 20 plus multi-chapter fic and it might be my last. I have another story I that I have shamefully forgotten and I want to finish that one up too. ALSO I must continue Kingergarden Shane. I love remember childhood with tiny Shane. Well let me know what you think.

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