A/N; Well oringally this was going to be a one-shot, but I realized I had forgotten a few 'words' in the fic, so I had to finish it up. Sorry if this one isn't as good as the first one :D Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Yup, I don't own Camp Rock... or... anything.

So... yeah, that's one I rarely - I repeat, rarely - use. I think in the whole ten years I've known her, she's only said it maybe once or twice. I remembered the first time she'd said it, I thought 'so' meant that she couldn't come up with a good comeback, and I won. That is so not the case.

"You're sooo wrong!" I stuck out my tongue. "You can erase miles from the car!" Now, I realize I must have sounded to stupid. Sure, I was immature, but who cared? We were best friends, I could tease her all I wanted. Caitlyn raised her eyebrows at me, biting her lips while crossing her arms.

"So?" She hissed, after a pause. I stopped, surprised. Had I finally beat her at something? Was it really true?? "One time, big deal. At least I'm not making wrong statements at least ten times a day!" She paused. "Oh, and Nate, if you even try to erase the miles, you'll end up in jail. It's illegal, just for your information." She smirked, and I frowned. She'd beaten me, again.

And when she told me to 'go ahead'... she didn't really mean it. I originally thought that she was giving me permission to 'go ahead', but later I realized it was only a dare. Which was pretty scary. I remembered that whole 'incident' clear as day.

"Hey, Cait, do you mind if I go over to Shane's tonight? We're all going to watch the race." I'd asked. So, I was supposed to help her with some of the house cleaning; I could do it any other day. Caitlyn paused, frowning.

"But we were going to get some of the chores done..." She said slowly, and I nodded.

"I know, Cait, but I really would like to go. I'll help you tomorrow, or something." I insisted. She hesitated, and then released a sigh, nodding.

"Go ahead." She nodded again, and I pumped my fist in the air. Yes! She'd let me off the hook! Well, I believed that, until I got home later.

I quietly shut my car door, moving up the stairs and flipping through my key chain for my house key. I frowned as I completed the circle another time. My key was no where to be found. Well, at least, it definitely wasn't on my key ring. With a frown, I moved closer to the door and knocked lightly. Sure enough, I saw a light flip on, and Caitlyn's face appeared at the window. I felt guilty at the fact I'd woken her up, but she only yawned and then frowned at me.

"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice muffled by the glass.

"I don't have my house key; I'm locked out." I told her, and she yawned again.

"Just remember, Nate, next time, if a woman tells you to 'go ahead', it's only a dare. And once you actually do, oh well. Too bad for you, it seems. Oops." She giggled, shutting the blinds. The light clicked off a few seconds later, and she left me to freeze outside for the whole night.

I shuddered at the very unpleasant memories. But that was hardly the end of it.

"And so, that's why, in the end, it all comes down to me winning!" I clapped my hands together, grinning. I'd just beaten her at Sorry. She raised her eyebrows, chuckling.

"You are such a sore loser, and an even worse winner." She complained, shaking her head so that her curly hair fell into her eyes.

"I am not!" I denied, indignant.

"Sure." She giggled again, and I smiled. Sure, she'd admitted I was right. Yes! Seeing my triumphant expression, she rolled her eyes and walked away. "Hey, Nate," She called, over her shoulder, "Get a girl dictionary some day, it'll really help you." I frowned. "While you're at it, go look up 'sure' for me, will you?" She laughed harder, clutching at her stomach as she left the room.

That was when I'd learned that 'sure' meant she was bored with the whole conversation/argument, and she was right, and she was just being sardonic. 'Sure' meant she didn't believe a word you'd just said and you were wasting your breath trying to argue, because she knew you were wrong/lying. Either way, it's not what it sounds like.

"Hey, Cait, that looks pretty heavy. Want me to help you with that?" I asked, seeing her struggling with a heavy box. She paused, panting.

"Naw, don't worry about it, I got it." She half-growled, looking annoyed as she rolled her eyes, continuing. I frowned.

"What's wrong, honey?" I'd asked. Later I would learn, she'd been asking me to put the box up in the attic for at least a week now, and she'd finally given up and done it herself.

"Nothing." She growled. Oh no. Yup, she used the 'N' word. I'm now officially doomed. I'd better go dig my grave right now.

And when it came to jokes, yes, a woman will always win. She will wait, and watch, and listen, until the timing is just right, and then leave you all stunned. Guys, sure, they joke around all the time, but in the end, their no match for a woman.

"Why did the elephant paint his toenails red?" Shane asked, smirking. I frowned, unsure of the answer. "To hide the M&M's bag!" Shane burst out. I rolled my eyes. M&M's bags were yellow. Caitlyn was leaning back, watching us tell our stupid jokes.

"Yeah, well when I was born," I began, "My doctor slapped my mom for having me." Yeah, stupid, I know. I was lame.

"He should have slapped her harder." The whole room fell silent, and I turned to face Caitlyn with an stunned expression. She raised her eyebrows, glancing around at our stupefied faces. Yeah, she beat us, fair and square.

So, what have we learned from these little occurrences? Never underestimate a woman. To do so would be to risk your personal health, or maybe even your life. And never, ever think a woman's going to let you win. Believe me, they will always think of something, or outsmart you, so you don't even stand a chance. Just give up now, for the sake of your life. Like I mentioned earlier, it's good, unless you have a death wish or something like that. Just don't say I didn't warn you.