Sorry! I know, it's been like almost a week, but it's the stupid internets fault. Anyway, here is chapter 22! I hope you're all excited to read it. It gets pretty dramatic lol. I've got all three girls POV's in this one, so watch for the changes :) Oh, and if there are any spelling errors, sorry about that. FF doesn't have the spellchecker anymore :(

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Camp Rock, Shane, Mitchie, Nate, Caitlyn or Jason, but I DO own Marissa and Daryl. Any names, places or things are fictional and in no way did I intend on them being nonfictional.

That sounded a little more professional, didn't it?

ENJOY! :)

[Caitlyn's POV]

I closed the door and locked it, feeling the sting of tears in my eyes. My throat hurt and I knew the tears were coming fast. That word. That horrible word. Dad. Ugh! Why did Marissa have to say that word? Of course, she had no idea I felt that way, there's no way she could have known. I don't speak of him.

"Caitlyn? Is everything ok?" I heard Mitchie's voice on the otherside of the door. I let out a sniffle.

"I-I'm fine." I spoke, my voice breaking.

"Caitlyn, I know you're not fine. Please let me in." I bit my lip, deciding whether I should let her in or not. I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes, feeling a lone tear cascade down my face. I unlocked the door and opened it, letting Mitchie in. I relocked it and turned to her. "Cait, what's wrong?" Mitchie asked in her soft worried voice. I could feel it. I broke into a sob, covering my face with my hands. Suddenly, I felt Mitchie's small arms wrap around me, comforting me.

"Marissa just had to say it, she just had to, didn't she?" I spoke through the sobs.

"Caitlyn, what are you talking about? What did Marissa say?" Mitchie asked, question in her voice. I looked up at her, seeing her study me, trying to find the answer.

"She said Dad." I said, almost unaudiable. She gave me a confused look.

"Dad? What? What's wrong with the word..." Mitchie trailed off and let her arms fall from my shaking body. I walked over to the wall and slid down it, falling to the dirty restroom floor. "You don't have a Dad." she said, answering her own question.

"He... he died when I was five." I wiped my cheeks as Mitchie walked over and sat down beside me. The truth was almost gagging me. I had to let it out. "It was a car accident. He was on his way home from work. His boss made him stay for another hour to work on some papers. Mom said he'd play with me as soon as he got home. I was so exicted, but it was late and I ended up falling asleep ten minutes before he was supposed to be home." I looked over at Mitchie, seeing the worry on her face deepen. I continued. "When my Mom woke me up, it was five after eight. She told me that we needed to go somewhere. I just nodded and she helped me get dressed. I didn't realize, until we were in the car, that she'd been crying." I felt the pain of tears creeping back into my throat. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes, not wanting to see the horrified look that would soon be on Mitchie's face.

I knew Mitchie was sensitive, but this was just stupid. It's not like I was talking about her parents, so why was she about ready to cry? I continued. "Long story, short: Dad died at the hospital from a damaged liver." I felt a tear fall down my cheek and I opened my eyes, seeing the tears flooding Mitchie's eyes, probably blurring her vision. I broke into another sob. Mitchie wrapped her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder.

"Caitlyn, I am so sorry." I nodded. I'm sorry too.

After I stopped crying Mitchie looked at me, saying, "You gotta tell Nate." I looked at her wide-eyed.

"Mitchie, I can't. Nate already had to witness some of it. Besides, I don't want his sympathy, it's hard enough taking yours." I guestured towards her, her mouth shooting open, then relaxing as she began to speak.

"Nate's gonna find out sooner or later, so why not tell him now?" she put her hand on my knee as she said this. I looked down at my trembling hands. "Oh, and my sympathy is very appreciated, by the way." she raised her brow and squeezed my knee. I laughed. She smiled at me. "There's the Caitlyn I know." Mitchie said and slapped her knees, standing up. "Come on," she held out her hand. "let's go out and finish our dates." I grabbed Mitchie's hand and she pulled me up. I wiped my cheeks took a deep breath and walked back out to the others with Mitchie.

We were fifteen feet from the table when Nate stood up, almost knocking a glass of water over. I raised my browline. I was about to ask Nate why he suddenly shot up like that when a look of worry crossed his face. He walked over, looking closer at me.

"Have you been crying?" Nate whispered. I closed my eyes and quickly nodded. Nate put his hands on my shoulders and I put mine on top of his.

"Can we talk?" I asked in a hushed tone and Nate nodded without hesitation. I took his hand and led him out the entrance, stepping onto the sand and looking down at my feet, then out at the ocean. It was already really dark out and I could tell the sun had just started setting two minutes ago. I sat down in the sand, slipping off my flip flops and putting them aside. Nate sat down beside me, but kept his shoes on. He wrapped his warm arm around my shoulders and I layed my head on his. "Just so you know," I spoke up. "this is really hard for me to talk about. It might take a while."

"I'll wait." he said and a smile came to my lips. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to build up the courage to tell the story again.

And then... I told him. I told everything, everything about him, about how we used to be so close, so, so close. I cried whenever I said that "word", but it was worth it because someone was actually there to comfort me when I broke down. He cradled me in his arms as I told him about the crash, about how my Mom didn't tell me anything until it was all over. Even when I told him the reason that I ran crying into the restroom on our date, was because he said fish and that was my Dad's and my favorite, he held me in his arms, listening intently. She hurt me for so many years, but eventually, I just go tired of hating her because she was so loving to me. And when I'd finished, Nate looked at me, seeing the tear stains on my cheeks glowing in the moonlight.

"I can't imagine how much you miss him," my chin quivered. "but I know he's up there missing you. And he would want you to stop hurting and be happy, because he knows that it kills me when you cry." I wrapped my arms around Nate's neck and cried into my arm, not wanting to get him all wet. He rubbed my back, trying to calm me down.

Now I admit, this was the most I had ever cried in one day. I hadn't ever been so broken down before. But the words, they just cut like a knife against my tough, but somehow, fragile skin. And this time, I didn't feel like holding everything in, I just let it all go.

"Do you want to go back inside?" Nate asked as soon as I shivered from the cold night air. I nodded up at him, my cheeks finally dry of tears. I put my flip flops back on and took Nate's hand as we walked back in, everyone (I mean our table) looking at us. I looked at Mitchie and she raised her browline. I nodded and she gave me a small sad/happy smile. We sat down and continued our meals, like nothing had even happend.

After another half hour had gone by, we decided it was time we all headed home. All six of us crowded into Jason's Expedition -Jason and Marissa up front, Nate and I in the middle and Shane and Mitchie in back- and drove back into Uptown L.A. at nine o' clock. Yes, we knew it was late, but hey, sometimes you just can't help but enjoy the good moments life throws at you. We drove for twenty minutes and I knew my house was getting close. I had to get this off my mind. I changed the subject in my head.

"So, are you guys recording right now?" I asked any one of the boys.

"Yeah," I heard Shane speak up. "we're actually recording some new songs right now, but they're not for one of our albums."

"What do you mean?" I asked and Nate continued where Shane left off.

"Our producer wanted to get our voices out there, so he called some people and next thing we knew, we were recording songs for a couple new movies."

"No way!" Mitchie gasped. I laughed. "Which ones?" she asked.

"Ones called Eternity and, um..." Jason trailed off.

"And Space Girl." Shane chimed in. I chuckled.

"Space Girl? What's it about... a girl alien?" I said and burst out laughing.

"Actually, it is." Jason said and I tried my best to stop laughing.

"Wow." I said once I got my laughter under control. Space Girl. What a stupid name for a movie. They seriously could not come up with a more clever title? You know, something that's not so... what's the word I'm looking for? Lame!

"What are the songs called?" Marissa asked, trying to join the conversation.

"Well, the one for Eternity is called, "Eternity" -" I rolled my eyes, nodding, as in to say, "well, of course it is" "- and the one for Space Girl is called, "Out of this World"." Nate said. I pursed my lips and nodded again, liking the song name more than the Space Girl movie title.

"Here's your house, Caitlyn." Jason suddenly said and I sighed. Here already? I turned to Nate, making a puppy dog face.

"I'll walk you to the door." he said and I smiled. I opened the door and stepped out.

"See you guys later." I told everyone else and waved.

"See you Cait," Mitchie said.

"See ya!" the rest said at the same time. Nate took my hand and we made our way, as slowly as we could, to the door. For the last half hour, I had been avoiding this moment. The moment where Nate walks me to my front door, kisses me goodnight and then hops in his car, leaving me to stand there and watch him leave. Yes, I know, that is insane, because Nate would make sure that I'm inside before he leaves. But that doesn't keep my mind from trying to find a senario where everything goes horribly wrong.

"You know Caity," Nate spoke as soon as we were out of ear-shot. "you can tell me anything. You can have trust in me."

"I know, Nate. I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away," I said as I looked at him. "I should have, but I guess I just couldn't find the courage. That was something that had been building up in me since it happend." It really had. I never spoke a word to anyone... until Mitchie, that is.

"Well, I forgive you." he said, squeezing my hand.

"Thank you." I squeezed his hand back. And then I looked up ahead. We were at my front porch. We stepped up and turned to face each other. "Do we really have to say goodnight?" I asked. Great! Just what I need.

"We don't have to. We could just kiss and leave it at that." I smiled.

"I like that." I said and just like that, we kissed. Our lips fitting together perfectly.

"I will see you tomorrow." Nate told me once our mouths had parted. I nodded.

"Love you."

"Love you too." I walked inside my home and closed the door.

[Mitchie's POV]

We could see the whole scene from Jason's Expedition. Two love birds on the porch, holding hands and kissing goodnight. It was absolutely adorable and I hope they stay together. Eep! I told Marissa they were cute!

Shane and I moved back to the middle, sitting where Nate and Caitlyn had just been.

Once Caitlyn had gone inside, Nate jogged back to us and hopped in, closing the door. I knew it. The next stop was mine and I wasn't ready for it. It was bad enough to watch Caitlyn tense up once she realized she was first. And now I was second.

Jason turned right and headed down my street. I could see my house fast approaching. The lights were on, my parents car was parked in the driveway and I swear I could hear my parents favorite music blasting from inside. Jason slowed down and pulled over to the curb, finally coming to a stop.

He turned around and looked at me, saying, "Here we are". I gave Jason a weak smile looked out the window. I suddenly felt a hand on mine. I looked over and saw Shane, looking at me.

"You okay?" he asked. I nodded.

"I'm fine. Come with?" I asked in a quiet voice. Shane nodded and I opened the door, him following. I took his outstretched hand, laced our fingers and we made our way to the front door. "So, got anymore surprises?" I asked. Shane chuckled.

"You think that's all I do, is give you surprises?" he asked.

"Kinda." He shook his head. I chuckled. "Hey, I didn't say I hated being surprised, but you sure do it a lot."

"Yeah, I guess I do. So, you want me to stop then?" he asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "But try to bring it down to at least one or two each date." he chuckled again. We love chuckling if you haven't already noticed.

"Alright. I'll take it down, just for you." I smiled. And suddenly, we were on the porch. I looked at Jason's SUV from the corner of my eye.

"I bet you ten bucks they're watching this whole thing." I said to Shane.

"How about we bet kisses instead?" he suggested.

"Ohh, even more valuable!" I said and unlaced our fingers, wrapping my arms around his neck. Shane guietly laughed and put his hands on my hips. "Thank you," I whispered.

"For what?" he whispered back.

"For everything." I got on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I could feel his hands holding me more, never wanting to let me go, never wanting this to stop. He wasn't alone. I quickly gave him one last peck before returning to my original height and running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "I love you," I told him.

"I love you too." he said and we let go. I opened the door, stepped in, turned around and smiled.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"I wouldn't dream of anything else." he said and I bit my lip. I waved and slowly closed the door.

[Marissa's POV]

"Aw!" I said as soon as they kissed. I swear, it looked like something out of a Father of the Bride movie. Steve Martin is so funny. And Kelly Williams was so young, wayyy before she became Mrs. Brad Paisley.

"They kiss a lot!" Nate said once they finished kissing. I rolled my eyes.

"What, and you dont?" I said and he shut up. I smiled. "Look, they are cute and you know it!" I told him.

"Marissa's right Nate, you and Caitlyn had your own make out party before, so just let Shane and Mitchie have theirs." I squeezed Jason's arm and smiled at him, proud for sticking up for Shane and Mitchie.

"Hey, he's coming back." Nate said and we all acted like we'd been talking to whole time.

"Jason, that was awesome and..." I trailed off, pretending to just notice Shane coming in. "Oh, hey Shane." I smiled. He nodded at me. Jason started his SUV and put it in drive, pulling away from the curb and drving in the direction of my house. I knew it would take at least another half hour to get there.

"Hey Nate, Shane," Jason spoke up.

"Yeah?" they asked at once.

"Do you mind if I drop you guys off at home? We're about five minutes away, but Marissa lives about thirty minutes away." Jason told them.

"Yeah, you can drop us off." Shane said.

So we spent the next five minutes listening to Nate ramble on about a new guitar he saw at the mall, one he wanted, but didn't need, because he recently got a new guitar and didn't have enough cash lying around. Yes, Nate and his guitars. Well, at least he resisted the urge to buy another one.

"See you guys later," Jason said once we arrived at their house. The guys said their goodbyes, laters and got out, heading into the house. Jason started drving again, continuing on to my house.

"You know," I started once we left the street their house was on. "your brothers act really immature sometimes, but they really are growing up into wonderful men."

"What about me? I'm not wonderful?" Jason asked, sounding worried. I chuckled.

"Jason, you're already an adult. And yes, you're the most wonderful man ever." I smiled and rubbed his shoulder.

"Good." he breathed and I giggled.

We chatted for the next thirty minutes. Yes, we chatted, babbled, talked. We always talked. How else do you get to know someone? Kissing every second of the day sure doesn't do it. So we talk. We talk about the Gray family, about the Cooperdale family, about Mitchie's upcoming birthday, which was only five days away. We also talk about birdhouses. Jason said he'd love to build a birdhouse big enough to live in. I laughed when he said he'd even dress up as a giant bluebird and try to invite more bluebirds to live with him. Jason was one of a kind.

That half hour seemed like mere minutes, considering we talked and laughed our heads off the whole time. But it really flew by faster than we expected.

Jason shut off the engine and turned to me. "Well..." he trailed off.

"Well... maybe we should get out?" I said, he nodded. We both stepped out and I waited as Jason walked around the front and met me at the side, taking my hand and walking me to the door. We approached it much sooner than the others. I turned to Jason, facing him on my porch where we stood. "Today was awesome," I told him.

"Yeah, it really was. I'm glad you were there."

"I'm glad you were there." he smiled. I smiled back. "You know, this is the best relationship I've ever had. I've never met anyone like you."

"And I've never met anyone like you. Who else loves birds as much as me?" he asked.

"Me!" I said and we both laughed. "I-I..." I trailed off. I knew what I was about to say. I knew it. I wanted to say it, but we hadn't said it to each other yet. Those three little words, they meant so much. But did I really feel that way about him yet? Yes, I decided. I love Jason Gray. "I love you," I breathed and Jason's eyes suddenly widend, realizing what I just said.

"R-really?" he studdered. I nodded.

"Yes. I love you, Jason." I told him. He nodded and took a deep breath.

"I love you too, Marissa." I smiled and threw my arms around his neck, hugging the life out of him. Don't kill him! My inner voice shouted and I loosened my death grip. I lifted my head from Jason's shoulder and looked at him, our noses brushing together. I giggled. Jason smiled and placed his hands on my back.

Suddenly, we found ourselves kissing, more than we ever had. It was breathtaking, it was beautiful. It was something I would never forget.

Once we finally parted and got the chance to breathe, we said goodnight and I walked inside my house, closing the door and melting into a puddle of Marissa.

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