What's up? Nothing much? Perfect... Yeah...Just read, it's now very awkward... -.-"
Oh, by the way, there's going to be a new Camp Rock fic by me coming soon! In a couple of days, weeks, months. I don't really know. I have chapter one written on paper but not typed. Another BTW! I am updating Director's Cuts! Episode I think, 3? Yeah, will be a glimpse of the future. Naitlyn's future of course, 18 years after they got married (aged 39-40) So, when that's up I'll tell you, or just add it on your alerts. It is a dream Caitlyn gets and I'll tell you now, that dream is going to be real. In the future chapters or if you want, sequel! Anyway, I hope I took the awkward part^ away...
It was 10 o'clock in the morning and everyone was having breakfast except Wilhelmina and Karl who were arguing. Everyone was getting annoyed of the raised voices as I just happily bit into my piece of toast. "Why are you happy? There are people shouting like there's no tomorrow!" Cornelia said, making formula for Fiona. I rolled my eyes and gave her a smug look. She realized. "You didn't." She said.
"She was being a bitch." I replied, shrugging. Cornelia started smirking then laughing. She gave me a high-five and I stuck my tongue out at Fiona who looked at me, angrily. "Ooh, missy, don't hate on your auntie." Cornelia joked, carrying the pissed off child. "How can you even do that? You're nearly two months old!" She cooed, bouncing Fiona while she ate. I smiled at the scene in front of me as Nate wrapped his arms around my waist. Maybe having a child at...21? wouldn't be too bad.
We all heard the front door slam and Fiona started to wail. "Great! More screaming." Amelia whined, covering her ears. Cornelia managed to calm Fifi down as Karl walked in with a apologetic smile.
"Sorry everyone. Now! Breakfast time!" He said. I sent him a soft smile and he grinned in return, causing me to grin too. "Maybe Fiona can spend the rest of Valentine's Day with me." Karl said. All of us remembered that it was indeed Valentine's Day.
"Oh, great! Thank you so much, Opa. Tim and I need some time alone, without Miss I-couldn't-care-less-what-others-are-doing-unless- they-tend-to-me. Phew." Cornelia wiped her vomit filled top off with a tissue. Fiona seemed to be offended because she started crying in Tim's arms. "Oh! Can you let us have one day?!" She said, carrying her and bouncing her up and down. We all laughed at Fiona's stubbornness.
"Reminds me of Caitlyn when she was a baby." Mom reminded me. Her face then went blank and she smiled it off. She was thinking about Jacob. "She always wanted us to go to the beach. If we didn't-" I cut her.
"I would scream the house down." I smiled.
"Oh, don't remind me. Fiona is doing what you did." Cornelia rolled her eyes.
I ignored her comment. "And when they did take me to the beach, we'd buy ice cream and watch the sun set." I sighed and looked at Mom. "Do you miss those days? You know, before...?" I asked her. It seemed the whole room went quiet. Mom gulped.
"Baby girl... Sometimes,...I do. But then again, that was the past-past." She waved it off with her hand.
"Anna tells me to talk it out with Jacob, but I cancelled our meeting. I don't want to talk it out but then again I still want closure. What do you think?" I asked, leaning more into Nate for protection of my conversation with my mother.
"Talk it out. Ask Nate of Jesse to follow you." She said, eating toast and shrugging.
"Kay-kay!" I said, eating cereal.
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I had decided to show Nate around Berlin and I showed him many of the designer classics. I was even surprised when I saw Rain Bow with mine, Mitchie's, and Mara's faces on the windows. Yup, our store has gone global!
We went to a park nearby and were relieved to see that it was nearly empty. We walked through the paths and fed the ducks and did coupley things. Since it was February and still winter, we wore matching black trench coats with disguises. Although, it was no secret that we were all in Germany, we still needed disguises for some of the places.
"I can't wait to get married." I sighed happily, holding Nate's arm tight with mine. He looked at me and smiled.
"Do you know how much I want to just go to Vegas and marry you?" He asked. I stuck my tongue out in response. "But then I learnt that patience was going to be the answer to what I wanted." He blushed. I could only get him to blush unless it was something embarrassing his siblings or parents said about him.
We walked back to Karl's car (he has loads) and Nate opened the door for me. I got in and closed the door after me as Nate got in too. "Nate?" I asked, shyly. He looked at me and smiled, softly. "Can I talk to you about...Jacob...?" I mumbled the last part but he seemed to still decipher it.
He nodded, "Yeah. Anything you want to say, I promise I won't be rude or flip out or anything." I raised a brow. He held his hands up in defence. "Father or not, you didn't deserve what he did to you." He said, bringing his hands back down.
"Agreed." I nodded and sighed. I looked straight ahead at the foggy park and thought back to the days before Mom and Jacob got divorced and before he started to abuse me and her. "You know when we went to Hawaii?" I started. He nodded, urging me to continue. "And we went to the beach to watch the sun set, while I was writing 'Teenage Dream'?" I paused, he nodded. "I...well...I remembered doing what we did but just with Jacob. When I was four, we used to go to the beach alone when Mom was working and we would watch the sun set and see the stars appear. I loved him then. I thought that nothing could break us apart and it would always be 'Caitlyn & Daddy'." I let a tear slip down. Nate pulled me into a hug and I sobbed into his shoulder. "Why would he hurt me if he loved me? What did I do to deserve that?" I sobbed.
"Shh." Nate cooed. He brought my tear stained face to his. "You don't need him. I love you, everyone loves you. You didn't do anything, he was just a sick psycho with nothing better to do than prey on little beautiful girls." He wiped my tears. "I am happy you told me this. Now I know the full prospect of Jacob. He won't ever hurt you again, over my dead body." He said. I giggled a bit.
"You're hot when you say that." I whispered. He rolled his eyes and kissed me.
"Of course, you would say that because I just am hot." He declared.
"Really?" I tried. "So, I am not sexy?" I toyed with him. His face wore shock horror.
"Babe you are!" He blushed. I blushed too when he said that. I kissed him again and leaned our foreheads together. "And I'm glad I have you..." He whispered, rubbing my cheek, gently.
"Same here." I whispered back, smiling.
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"Sup, dudes?" Mara said as we entered the kitchen where she, Jason, Mitchie, Shane, Amy, Ryan and Melanie were.
"Nada." Nate said, sitting at the counter island. "I want curry." Nate said.
"Erm, then make some?" Melanie suggested.
"Yeah! For all of us(?)" Nate asked, sarcastically.
"Would you? Aw, thanks. You're a star." Mitchie teased. "No seriously, I want curry too." She raised an eyebrow. We all looked at Nate.
"What?" He asked.
"You're the best chef out of us." Amelia said, smirking. "Remember mom and dad's wedding anniversary?" She asked. Nate blushed. I raised an eyebrow. So she can make him blush? Huh.
"Oh, yeah!" Jason and Shane said, pointing at Nate.
"Oh, come on. I just searched on a thing called 'The Internet' and I got some results and looked at some recipes." Nate said.
"Yeah...You didn't need a recipe to make that fabulous dinner." Amy retorted. I grinned.
"Well...well...well. What have I won this time?" I teased, shuffling his hair. "He can sing," I looked at Mitchie who was smirking. "And play loads of instruments..." I looked at Mara who burst out laughing. "And he can cook. Wow, when we're married, I'm never letting you out the house." I said, seriously.
"What?!" Nate squeaked.
"Who knows what else you're good at." I teased, patting his back then walking over to the fridge to rummage through it.
"Thank God! I thought we were stuck with Mr. Perfect forever." Shane said, dramatically.
"But what about the band? And...er..." I looked at him. "Nothing." He smiled.
"Good. Because, for a minute there, I thought you were scared of me." I laughed. He laughed nervously and I was right. He was scared. "So, everyone will get stuck in making curry. How 'bout that, Nate?" I asked.
"I'll drink to that." He joked, getting up and opening cupboards.
"Ja, ja." I said.
We all made ourselves curry and ate it in one of the living rooms. When our parents and Karl asked for some, we told them no and had a big argument about who made the food the days before and who makes the food at home and all that and to be honest, us young ones didn't care because the curry was already finished. Then our parents decided to have romantic dinners at restaurants where people served them. Mom stayed with Karl and they watched some family home videos with Fiona.
I was having a great time here in Berlin and I knew I would be back soon. I had to be back within the next year or so. Home is where your family is at and right now, they're all in Germany, with me. My big messed up, crazy family.
It was our last day in Germany and to be honest, I would miss it. I'll miss Karl so much. I hugged him, tight then let go. He stroked my cheek and I leaned into his touch. "I'll see you when you walk down that aisle." He said. I had to ask him now.
"Karl? Can you walk me down the aisle?" I asked, nervously. He grinned from ear to ear.
"Of course! I'll have to buy a ticket now! I'll be there a week before it starts." He kissed my forehead and hugged me again. I smiled and waved at him, Bonnie and Trey before getting into the waiting limo.
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When we got back to L.A, I immediately went to my room and opened my laptop. I sent out online invites to Bonnie, Trey and Karl. When I was done, I jumped because a certain curly haired popstar managed to sneak his arms around my little waist. Finally, peace at last. I turned around in his arms and saw that he was wearing no top. "And Mr. Perfect strikes again. He has perfect abs. Six-pack." I wolf-whistled.
"You'll never stop ticking what I have, will you?" He asked, his lips nibbling my earlobe. "Wanna join me in the shower?" He asked.
"I...I...Ohh..." I couldn't say anything because he kissed a sensitive spot on my neck. "Yes..." I said. Well...Things had just gotten interesting between us after that shower. Wink-wink.
Next chapter is THE WEDDING! OMJ GASP!