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Chapter 2

I returned to my cabin, and sat down on my bed, the tape recorder across from me.

I sat there, staring it down for a few minutes.

Finally I picked it up, and rewound it to the beginning, and pressed play.

Well, I can tell you that Shane wasn't kidding when he said that he recorded random lyrics on it. (By the way, there were a lot of sappy lines on there. Hmm, well, I wonder whom those are for. What a brain twister!)

There was what must have been, several hundred (well, probably not, but it felt like that to me.) lines on there, not at all connected to each other.

Then, as I was listening, an interesting one came on.

The recorder was switched on, and I heard Nate call to Shane, "can I borrow this?" Shane replied "yes, but don't you have your own?"

"I do, but I think it was on the bus. Ya know, the one that rolled down the gully?"

"Oh, okay then," replied Shane.

"Thanks," said Nate, then added, "I recorded that, by the way, so when you come complaining again about how I used your recorder again, you'll have hard evidence that I asked, and you gave permission."

I chuckled at that. So like the two of them.

Then Nate sung softly into the recorder:

"Then out of the blue you came, you shine a little light on a cloudy day. Baby, you, could make, a broken heart go away. I'm not gonna lie, this feeling inside, I can't explain, oh, I'm gonna blame it on the summer rain."

"Nate," called out Shane again. "Would you please just ask her out already? Caitlyn I mean? Because that is so obviously about her."

Then the machine clicked off, before I could hear Nate's reply. He had clicked off at that point, probably so he could go and kill his brother.

Anyway, the next recording was the one Shane had recorded that evening.

Basically, it was pretty much exactly what Shane had described to me earlier, and then it got to the interesting.

"No Shane," said Nate's voice, loud and clear through the recorder. "I don't like Caity, I love her. And not just as a friend, as I always say. But, as she obviously doesn't return the feelings, I guess it's just not meant to be. But, Shane, if you tell anyone, anyone AT ALL, I swear, I will NOT be held responsible for my actions."

And there the recording ended.

I sat there, once again staring at the recorder. But this time it was out of shock at what I'd just heard.

He loves me, he really LOVES me!" was all I could think.

30 minutes later, when Mitchie returned, she found me with my iPod plugged into my speakers, dancing.

She stood there, staring at me, almost as if I'd grown two heads. "I take it you believe us then," she laughed at me.

"Yes! Here, listen to this," I said, and played the tape back to her.

"Oh, My, God! He admitted it!" she shrieked happily for me.

"Well, that's basically what you've been trying to tell me all summer and last year, right?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Yes, but that's completely different to actually hearing him say it," said Mitchie.

"This calls for celebration!" I shouted.

"Yes, it does," agreed Mitchie. "Kitchen?" she asked.

"Kitchen," I said, confirming it.

Mitch and I have a small tradition. This has only happened once before, when she and Shane officially became a couple, but it was still a tradition, okay?

What we did, was we went to the kitchen and snaffled one of Connie's (Mitchie's mother) divine cupcakes from her seemingly never-ending supply. Then we went and sat down at the dock and ate them.

It is a yummy tradition.

Anyway, we went to the kitchen, and got our cupcakes after explaining to Connie. She shrieked with joy too, apparently I'm like a second daughter to her. And also apparently she's been waiting for Nate and I to get together since last summer.

So, Mitchie and I went and got our cupcakes, and headed to the dock. When there, we ate our delicious cupcakes. We were just about to go back to our cabin, in fact we were heading that way, when we bumped into her. Her, as in, all things evil. And by evil, I don't mean Tess for a change. I mean Dana.

"Hi," I said slightly nervously.

"Listen, Caitlyn," she said, saying my name as if it was poison on her lips, " stay away from my Nate, or else. Don't you dare think that I didn't see you staring at him, across the fire tonight. Nate is mine, and he will never be yours."

"Excuse me?" I asked her, surprised. I felt my rage gathering.

Then I remembered. I was the one with the recording of Nate saying he loved me in my pocket, not her.

And, having had years of experience dealing with Tess, I knew how to deal with her.

"Yes, Dana," I said, smiling at her. "Nate is yours."

Mean girls always like being told they are right.

Then, I just walked away, Mitchie following close at my heels.

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Naitlyn

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"Wow," said Mitchie when we were out of Dana's hearing. "I'm proud of you. You handled that very maturely. I was scared I was going to have to pull you off her.

"Yeah, well, I figured that I'm the one with the tape recording of Nate saying he loves me in my pocket, not her.

"Well, that's a very good way of looking at it," said Mitchie still looking proud.

"I know, I think so too," I agreed.

"So, what's the plan? How are we going to get Nate to dump Dana and get together with you?"

"Well, for a start, I'm going to start dressing less like tomboyish," I said, sighing at the fact I'd have to wear dresses and skirts. Though, if it gets me the boy of my dreams, it was totally worth it. "And maybe some lip gloss. We'll see how that goes, along with some flirting and stuff. And if that doesn't work, I'll up my game a little."

"Wow, you have this all planned out, don't you," said Mitchie, I think in a small amount of awe. "One other thing. You own dresses? And you bought them to camp?"

I looked pained at this. "Yes, my nanny insisted in putting them in. I only own about three, though, so I guess it's lucky we're the same size, isn't it?" I asked, looking mischievous.

"Yes, I suppose it is," agreed Mitchie, though she looked slightly wary, I think.

"Well, I'm going to bed, as I have a hard day ahead of me tomorrow, putting my plan in action," I said, grabbing my P.J's and heading to the bathroom.

"Okay," said Mitchie. "Right."

"Right!" I called back into the cabin.

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