This story is being written quite quick! I want to finish it before I go to school so here's the next chapter x

Caitlyn's POV

When the guys were just about to leave I called Shane and Jason in.

"If I don't make it... Just give him this." I said to them, handing Jason a handwritten letter as I played with Nate's St. Christopher which hung around my neck.

I remembered every single word I wrote whilst Nate went to the toilet. It went like this:

Dear Nathaniel,

I will really miss you once you're gone. I just really want you to know that I love you.

I'm sorry, I know I said that we shouldn't say goodbye but... I love you, so if I don't make

it, then this is goodbye. I want you to remember me when you listen to my voice on the radio,

when you drive your convertible and the wind rushes through your body, when you reach across

my side of the bed... If I have brain damage, I want us to start again, even if I don't remember

knowing you for twenty-one years. But if I die, promise me that you will move on but remember me.

Love always, your wife, Caitlyn.

PS: Tell Jojo not to worry when Momma doesn't come home. And if I'm dead, don't think you can

steal my strawberries, Pea Brain.

"You'll make sure he's okay, alright?" I pleaded.

"Yeah. Stay alive for us though." Shane said, wiping his eyes. I don't think that I've ever seen him cry. Heck, I don't think I have ever even seen Jason cry!

"Gosh guys, don't get me started." I joked, fanning my eyes. They chuckled and gave me a hug and a kiss to my head.

"We'll be seeing you." Jason smiled as he opened the door. "Don't die on us."

...

Mitchell's POV

I knew that Nate wouldn't be focusing at all on anything so I decided to talk to Michelle. Hopefully, she wouldn't hang up on me. Let's just say that when her and Shane broke up..., I was kind of a jerk to her. Actually, I've always been a jerk to her.

So, when the boys entered their limo, I pulled Michelle over to the side to talk.

"Give me your number so that I can pass on the message to Nate." I said.

"Why can't I just directly call him or the guys?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"It would distract him and the boys from performing or doing whatever they are doing. They have to focus on finishing this tour. There's only a week left."

"Okay, fine." Michelle said, pursing her lips, unimpressed. "If that's everything, I better be getting back to my best friend."

"Yes, of course! I will be awaiting your call." I said. She simply nodded once and left.

I turned around and entered the limo.

"What took you so long? You're the one about being prompt and early." Nate mumbled.

"Never you mind that, Nathaniel." I said, turning away from him. "Let's go, driver." I ordered.

...

Mitchie's POV

I laid down on the sofa in the waiting room. Caitlyn's mother and step-father had made it an hour ago and they went to the cafeteria since they had not eaten for hours.

I felt tears fall down my cheeks as I thought about what could become of my best friend. My sister.

Would she even remember me if she was left with brain damage? Would she remember getting married to Nate, hours prior?

I looked at my watch. Another hour and a half to go.

"Michelle?" I heard. I sat up and sniffled, wiping my cheeks.

"Sorry, Mrs Delancy." I muttered, watching Caitlyn's mother sit opposite me.

"No, it's okay. And call me Melanie." she whispered, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. I just nodded. "How are you holding up?"

I scoffed a little and wiped my cheeks. "How are you holding up?" I retorted gently.

I heard her take a sharp intake of breath before watching tears roll down her cheeks.

"She's my only baby. If God takes her now... Who will I have left to call mine?" she whispered.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed. We both held each other.

It felt like forever when the doctor finally came to see us. "She's alive. She's stable but..."

"But what?" Melanie asked, now gripping onto her husband.

Dr Wallace gulped. "She... It's either short-term amnesia or long-term. We managed to prevent brain damage."

"So, she may not remember me?" I gasped.

"It depends on how far back she remembers." Dr Wallace shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry."

I heard Melanie start to cry again as I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them before hiding my face into my knees and crying.

Thirty minutes later, I decided to call Mitchell. He was sympathetic and told me that he would tell Nate after their concert.

...

Mitchell's POV

"Did Mitchie call you yet?" I heard Jason ask Nate.

"No... She would have finished her op, right?" Nate asked, worriedly.

"Don't worry... Maybe she probably forgot because she was too busy being happy that she's okay." Shane assured.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Nate nodded.

I decided to break their conversation. "Gentlemen... Mitchie called me and..."

"Mitchie called you?! Why wouldn't she call me?! Is Caity okay?" Nate asked, gripping my arms.

I sighed sadly. "I'm so sorry, Nate. She passed away."

I know that this was probably the most evil thing to do and will probably make his performance worse but emotions make them better and them being better will get them more money.

Nate collapsed into his brothers' arms in shock.

I just walked away, sighing.

...

Mitchie's POV

"Hey..." I whispered, stroking Caitlyn's hair as she woke up three days after her operation.

Her brows furrowed in fear and confusion.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked, hoarsely. "Get away from me!"

"Caitlyn, it's me, Mitchie." I said, tears running down my cheeks. "Remember? We met nine years ago in Camp Rock."

"Camp... Rock?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, you were my first friend there." I whispered.

Dr Wallace entered and smiled at Caitlyn. "Hey there, Mrs Gray."

"Mrs Gray?!" Caitlyn yelped, eyeing her wedding ring. "I'm not married! I'm only fourteen!"

"No..." I whispered, shaking my head. "Babe, you're twenty-five."

Caitlyn's eyes widened as she shook her head. "No! I don't know where the hell you came from, whack job but I am fourteen."

Melanie came in and kissed her daughter's head.

"Mom, they're telling me I'm not fourteen. Tell them I am!" Caitlyn sobbed.

"Sweetie, they're right. You have amnesia..."

"Does that mean I'm dying?!" Caitlyn gasped.

"No." Melanie chuckled, stroking her daughter's head. "It means you've forgotten things. You're twenty-five. You're married. You're a singer, actress, dancer, model and music producer."

"Who's my husband?" she whispered, calmer.

"Nate. Remember him?" I asked.

"Yes. We met when we were little, right?" she asked. We all nodded. "Wh-what else?" she mumbled, gripping onto her mom.

"We met when we were sixteen. You've always been there for me and you helped me get my own record deal and now I'm famous because of you." I said, smiling.

"I'm sure you could have done it all yourself." Caitlyn mumbled, looking down. "I don't do anything. I'm helpless."

"No you're not." Her mother hissed. Something was wrong there...

"Daddy says I am." she whispered.

"Well Daddy's not here." Melanie said gently.

"He's-he's not?"

"No. He left us when you were fifteen."

"Oh. Where's Naynay, then?" she asked.

I chuckled. "Who's that?"

"Nate." Melanie said. "She used to call him that when she was eleven."

"Naynay's coming home in a couple of days, don't worry." I said.

"Okay..." Caitlyn said unsure. "You said that I was a singer, actress-"

"Model and music producer, yes." Melanie finished. "You're fabulous at all."

"Can-can I see myself. I mean-"

"You want to see you now?" I asked gently.

"I guess... My twenty-five year old self." she mumbled.

I pulled out my phone and showed her pictures of us. "You visited me on tour two weeks ago in Paris and we took this one on the Eiffel Tower."

"I'm pretty." she whispered, smirking a little.

She had had her confidence knocked down so many times , her mother and I were relieved to see her complimenting herself.

"You are." Dr Wallace smiled before patting her knee and giving us privacy. I guess she had checked Caitlyn's vitals etc.

I stared down at the photo of the both of us. Me and my blue dyed hair blowing in the wind with my signature grin and Caitlyn with her Gucci sunglasses, her now blonde but faintly chestnut hair blowing in the wind as she held onto her signature smirk.

"Am I a good singer? Actress? Model?" Caitlyn suddenly asked, scanning through the rest of my photos.

"Amazing. At all. You even did Broadway once and smashed it." I said.

"You're probably just saying that." she smirked.

I could feel my sister coming back to me. Even if it was slowly and starting off with a smirk.

"No, I'm really not. You did smash it and you are amazing." I whispered, kissing her forehead.

Ooh, do you think that Nate's going to find out that his wife is actually alive? Stay tuned! x