By: Bright Lighted Starlight
A/N: Alright so here is another oneshot. Short, yes. But I'm extremly proud of it. Oh, and it is in second person.
I, Bright Lighted Starlight, do not own Camp Rock.
Black Rose, Red Rose
ShaneCentric
You know that there are only two choices. You know that they are both completely different, yet the same. You know that which ever you choose it will have an effect. Two entirely different effects but it is still an effect. Your mind –at least half of it – is made up. You want happiness.
The question plaguing your mind is a difficult one (not really).
When life presents you with two roses which do you choose?
There is a tempting wild black one (but is it really worth it?).
Then there is a sweet innocent red one (but is it to good to be true?).
You're not sure. So, of course, you look at the pros and cons.
The pro of a black rose:
Its different then the rest (not entirely cliché).
The con of a black rose:
It could lead you into a dark pit of despair (which you do not want).
The pro of a red rose:
It is normal and happy (cliché yes, but it is happiness. You want happiness, right?) .
The con of a red rose:
You would be happy (which isn't really a con but you couldn't think of anything else).
So your mind is made up.
You go to the docks where you know that there is a brown haired girl waiting there for a canoe ride.
You pick the red rose. You pick Mitchie. And not Tess.
Review? It would make my crappy day happy.