Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

Author's Note: I have meant to try La Paige's challenge, but I have had a really hard time picking a prompt from the list (too many great ideas). So I asked PurpleAngel87 (who has some fantastic responses to the challenge if you haven't read them) to pick one prompt and a character for me. She gave me three options – and I picked #65 poetry and Shane. The result was…odd?

Dedication: To PurpleAngel87 for helping me out and being a consistently supportive reviewer.

"Stupid teacher," Shane mumbled. "Why the hell do I need to know this?"

Caitlyn chuckled at the sight of Shane slumped over a textbook grumbling to himself. "What's the matter, Sunshine?"

Shane glared at her, deciding to ignore the nickname. "For my final English project I have to read these three dumb poems and write a paper comparing and contrasting them."

"And the problem is?" Caitlyn asked.

"Poetry is lame," Shane said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Caitlyn burst out laughing.

"What's so funny Gellar?"

Caitlyn stopped laughing and looked incredulously at Shane. "You're kidding, right? How can you hate poetry? You're a poet, Shane."

He looked insulted. "I'm not a poet. Poets are whiney wimps who wear frilly shirts and like to talk about their feelings and stuff."

"Are you honestly that dumb?" Caitlyn asked.

"I'm not a poet," Shane insisted stubbornly.

Caitlyn sighed. "Shane, songs are poems put to music. You write songs, therefore you are a poet."

Shane opened his mouth to argue, but stopped. He glanced down at the poems on the page in front of him and his eyes went wide. "Crap," he whispered. After a moment, he glared at Caitlyn. "I hate you. You know that, right?"

"We all know you have the whiney part down." Caitlyn joked. "Should I go buy you some frilly shirts?"

"Shut up, Gellar. My life sucks enough right now without you mocking me."

Caitlyn looked confused. "But we always mock each other. It's the basis of our friendship."

"Whatever. Could you go find someone else to be friends with right now? I have to finish this paper by tomorrow or I can't go to camp," Shane snapped.

Caitlyn looked carefully at Shane, who had gone back to staring at the page in front of him, his frustration obvious. Sighing, she pulled up a chair and sat next to him.

"What are you doing?" he asked grumpily.

"Shut up, Gray," Caitlyn muttered as she read the poems. "I'm trying to help."

Shane sat quietly and watched her read. She narrowed her eyes as she concentrated. He smiled as he watched her bite her lower lip. She was sort of cute when she wasn't insulting him.

"Love," Caitlyn announced suddenly, catching him off guard.

"What?"

"The poems are all about different types of love – the love of a parent for a child, a wife for her husband, and some poor guy who is in love with someone who he can't have," Caitlyn announced with confidence.

"Are you sure?"

Caitlyn motioned towards the page. "Go back and read each one carefully. You'll see it," she assured him. Shane looked doubtful, but he went back and looked again. There it was, just as she had described it.

He looked up at her in wonder. "You're amazing!"

Caitlyn shrugged. "I know. Think you got it now?"

He nodded and opened his laptop to start working. Caitlyn pushed back her chair and stood up.

"My work here is done, then. Good luck, Master Poet."

"Shut up, Gellar," Shane replied distractedly.

"Poet Laureate?"

"Go away!"

Caitlyn smiled as she left the room in search of Nate and Jason. Maybe they could help her think of some new ways to use this poetry thing against Shane. There were endless possibilities, and Caitlyn didn't want to waste any of them.