This is another new story idea that's been in my mind for a while. I can't promise it'll be updated very much, but I promise I will get there! Really! I will, trust me! Yeah!

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Summary: Caitlyn Gellar lives by this motto: All men are either pigs or dogs. She refuses to have a boyfriend. So when Shane and Mitchie decide to start setting her up for blind dates, things are bound to get sticky. But when she meets a certain Nate Bishop, will her outlook change? Or will she be hurt...again?

When You Look Me In The Eyes

All men are either pigs or dogs.

That's what I've taught myself these past few years, ever since the eighth grade. It's a long, boring, stupid story, so I'll just cut to the chase.

I'm Caitlyn Gellar. Music is beyond my passion. I'm aiming to be a music producer in a few years, and everyone I've met who knows music says I'm well on my way. I hope that's true…I don't have a very big opinion on myself.

For the past three years (this being my third) I've attended an awesome place called Camp Rock. It's this totally hot music camp for aspiring performers. Singers, dancers, musicians, producers…you name it, one of them is probably there.

Unfortunately, I'm surrounded by pigs and dogs for those amazing eight weeks. But it's just a minor setback. I don't talk to them much, other than my some-what friends Barron and Sander, who are friends with my other friend Lola Scott.

Last year was quite an eventful one. There was a new girl, named Mitchie Torres. She's totally sweet and nice…a little soft, but nice. She went around telling everyone her mom was the president of Hot Tunes TV China, which couldn't be more of a lie. (She's the camp cook…her food is amazing.) It got her into some hot water with everyone, including the famous pop star Shane Gray, but eventually, everything cooled down by the time Final Jam ended…and Mitchie found herself a little boyfriend.

Yup. She, fourteen year old Mitchie, officially got sixteen year old Shane as a boyfriend.

…It seems fishy to me, but I've seen that shiny little purity ring on his hand.

Let's see you keep that nice little promise, shall we, pop star?

Anyway, after camp, Mitchie and I kept in touch, as did she and Shane, and we even managed to see each other during spring break, when her family had visited relatives…who happened to live in my town of New York, New York.

Summer is approaching…let Camp Rock begin!

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"Caitlyn!" someone shrieked. I turned around and grinned.

"Hi, Lola!" I said as the taller girl approached. I gave her a quick hug. "What's new?"

"Oh, nothing much," she said. "What's new with you?"

"Same old, same old," I replied, still grinning. "My older brother had this wild party a few weeks ago and got burned. It was pretty funny."

"Wow," Lola commented. "That's insane. I'm soo glad my older sister isn't a—"

"Hey, Looolllaaaa," someone sang. Sander came up beside her and linked arms with her. I stared in shock, first at him, then at their arms, then at Lola, and back. She giggled and reddened.

"He begged me," she said, casting a glance at the boy beside her.

"I did not!" he said indignantly. "You were all over me at the end of Final Jam last year…"

"He's a liar," Lola told me. I nodded mutely.

"Um…congratulations," I said, it coming out more of a question. Honestly, am I the only one who knew what boys really were? I guess so, the way Lola was clinging to Sander and giggling. I wanted to puke; it was disgusting.

"Thanks," Lola smiled. "Well, I guess I'll see you around, okay? I gotta go get my stuff in my cabin. You want to share this year?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "Mitchie was supposed to come this year, but I haven't seen her. Can she share too if she comes?"

"Of course!" Lola answered. "I like Mitchie. Later, Caitlyn!," She left, still arm and arm with Sander, leaving me standing with my two suitcases, my laptop bag, and the smaller, thin bag full of my drumsticks. I'm not a full on drummer, but my brother has a set that he taught me on. I figured what the heck?

I sighed, trying to find a way to drag everything to a safer location, away from all the kids and cars and parents. The odds did not look good, so I put my laptop bag around my shoulder, place the small bag of drumsticks in the case, and grasped the handles of my suitcases. Somehow, I managed to drag them all the way to the Beach Jam stage, and prop them up against the table. Then, I waited. Mitchie was still nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, you're Caitlyn, right?" someone asked behind me. I turned and found myself staring into pure gorgeous.

Ugh. Did I just think that?

I smiled at Shane. "Yep. Hi, Shane. What's up?"

He smiled back. "Nothing much. Back for another teaching session."

"And he decided to bring us this time!" a slightly more cheerful voice added. A taller, handsome (which of the Gray Brothers weren't?!), straight haired boy smiled at me. "Hi," he said, extending a hand. "I'm Jason!"

I smiled again, shaking his hand, his cheery-ness contagious. "Hi. I guess you know my name."

"Yep! And this is…Nate? Where'd you go?" Jason turned in a circle, then stared at me with a mixture of confusion, hurt and still happiness…mostly confusion, though. "I think Nate's getting his guitar or something. He wasn't too excited about coming. But we heard all these wonderful things about Camp Rock from Shane…"

"Actually," another voice said. "He was talking more about this all-star girl Mitchie more than he was talking about camp."

A shorter (by a very little) boy with curly, insane brown hair came up beside Jason, a teasing half-smile on his face. I was caught off guard; this boy, Nate, presumably, was actually cuter than the other too.

"Hi," he added, also extending a hand. I shook it; his hand was cold. "I'm Nate."

"I can see that," I said back. Nate smiled (sort of) politely while Shane fumed.

"I did not talk that much about Mitchie," he pouted. "I only talked about her lies and that I couldn't wait to see her again."

"…And her hair, her eyes, her body," Jason added, rolling his eyes. Shane reddened. I rolled my eyes as well; boys. Duh.

"And her voice," Nate added. Jason groaned. Nate chuckled. "I could probably identify her the moment I see her."

"I did not talk about her body," Shane snapped. "Sheesh, way to ruin a guy. Sorry, Caitlyn, you'll have to excuse these two. They're on medication." He grinned at me while his band mates protested loudly.

"Well, look who we have here! Mingling, my good people?"

I turned. "Mitchie!" We embraced and she giggled.

"I'm so happy to be here again!" she exclaimed. I pulled back and studied her. Her hair was slightly longer, and wavy, and she was as bright as healthy as ever.

"You look awesome," I told her, taking in her black skinny jeans and white shirt with music notes all over it.

"I'll say," a slightly dreamy voice agreed. We turned to see Shane blink and smile. I rolled my eyes (I was killing so many brain cells here) while Mitchie giggled.

"Hey, Shane," she greeted him, hugging him around his middle. He returned the hug gratefully, pulling her as close as humanely possible, his hands slipping down her back.

I swear to God, get any lower and I will kill that boy, I thought angrily. I noticed Nate and Jason looked slightly more amused. I stuck my finger in my mouth, indicating the gagging motion and they nodded, sighing. We unanimously left the lovers to sit at the table. I toyed with my Camp Rock entry badge thing and sighed.

"So…" I tried weakly, unable to think of anything smart to say. "You guys teaching here, too?"

Nate nodded. "Yep. Vocals mostly. It's all I'm really good for…other than drums and guitar. But Jason here…" We glanced at him; he was staring at something and ignoring the two of us. "…he's doing guitar, and Shane's in hip hop again. So…bada bing." He grimaced at the weak humor. "What about you?"

"You know drums?" I found myself stupidly asking.

"Yeah," Nate shrugged. "I've been playing for a while…four, five years, I guess. Not continuously, but you know…what with Connect 3, I play it for some of our songs. Why, do you play?" He looked at me curiously. I blushed.

"Not very well," I admitted. "My brother Brendon plays and he taught me a tiny bit…I can make an okay rhythm. I've only been playing about six months."

"Well, that's still something," Nate protested.

"I guess," I sighed. "I'm not very good at music, other than dancing and being a music producer. I love it though." Why was I telling him all this? I just met the dude, what, ten minutes ago?! If that? Then again…he was still listening. And looking like he was listening. That was new.

"Oh, I feel the same way sometimes."

Nate's voice cut into my random, questioning thoughts. I blinked and stared at him in surprise.

"But you rock at music!" I blurted out. "I've heard you…you're incredible."

He winked. "Exactly."

My insides melted. What the heck??! Why am I melting? This is a boy for the love of God, pardon me, but seriously! Don't I know what they are? Have I not had experience before?

Well, I have. And I am never going back.

Ever.

"Hey, Camp Rockers!" Dee la Duke called from the Beach Jam. I sighed in relief; now I had an excuse not to answer Nate. I'd been staring like an idiot, positive I was blushing. I turned away from him and Jason, who was still staring at something, and listened to Dee, even though she said almost the exact same speech every year.

"And this year, we have the entire Connect gang!"

The crowd went wild, looking around. I glanced back at Nate and Jason, and realized they had slipped away, and Mitchie was now taking their place. That was fast. I guess it takes years of experience to know when you're going to have a teenage-girl-riot on your hands. I was sure they were well hidden in the Mess Hall by now, or in their cabin, wherever that was.

The girls started squealing. I glanced at Mitchie; there was redness in her cheeks, and I could tell whatever had just passed between her and Shane was something almost, if not completely, PG-13. I really didn't want to know. I didn't need the mental pictures. Mitchie was taking a risk as it was, trusting Shane, and I didn't want to get any angrier at him if necessary.

I felt like warning Shane about that. I would not let him break my friend's heart…or her virginity. If he hurt her, I would whoop his ass. I really would.

"So, remember, we're here to have fun, play our music, and…?"

"ROCK!" the kids shouted. I joined along, laughing. Then, I turned to Mitchie and smiled. "Lola said we can share her cabin. Want to?"

"Sure!" Mitchie agreed. "I still have to help my mom in the kitchen sometimes, though." She bit her lip. "I don't want to wake you guys up."

"We'll be fine," I said, waving my hand to dismiss the thought. "I'll help out, too, if your mom wants me too. It was fun last year."

Mitchie smiled. "Yeah, it was," she agreed. "Come on, then. Where is Lola's cabin?"

I stopped and thought. "I don't know," I answered honestly. "Want me to go find her?"

"Sure."

"'K. Watch my stuff?"

"Mmmhmm."

"'K." I left my bags and wandered through the teenagers still talking around the stage. I hopped on my feet a few times, looking for my friend's curly hair. I didn't spot her, but I noticed Barron standing by a tree. I made my way over, trying not to trip on people's luggage and failing most miserably. Finally, I landed beside him, out of breath and giggling.

"Hey, Bare!" I greeted him, noticing he was alone. "Where are Sander and Lola?"

He regarded me quietly then sighed. "Sander is with Lola…as usual." He shook his head. "He's sticking to her like glue. It's disgusting. He barely said 'hi' to me. He's head over heels…and completely blind." He sighed again. "It's like he forgot me."

I nodded sympathetically to my friend. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. "That's too bad. Maybe you should talk to him. He might snap out of it if he realizes what he's doing."

Barron rolled his eyes. "If he even acknowledges that I'm standing in front of him, I'll consider it a miracle."

I smiled. "Okay. You do that. So, you haven't seen them at all?"

Barron nodded. "Actually, I did see him helping Lola move her stuff to her cabin. I think its cabin B3…I think."

I nodded again. "Thanks. I'll check around. And, hey, Sander will change. Give him time, 'kay?"

"Sure," Barron said, not sounding the least bit confident. "Later."

"Later."

I left and made my way back to Mitchie. "Barron thinks she's in B3. Let's go check it out, and if not we'll ask Brown or something."

Mitchie nodded, hoisting her bags to her shoulder and grabbing her guitar case. "Cool. Let's get going."

I nodded and grabbed my bags. "Let's go," I agreed. We started up the hill and my thoughts began to wander.

And they, for some very odd reason, went back to Nathan Bishop. His voice echoed gently in my head. "I feel the same way sometimes." It was so warm, musical, and ready to sing and speak his heart at any moment. I remembered his small chuckle, making my heart flutter.

I almost groaned. Stop it Caitlyn! He's a nice guy, but so was…

But I couldn't think the name. The wretched name.

Maybe Nate will be my friend, like Barron and Sander. Maybe.

"There she is!" Mitchie said suddenly. "Hey! Lola!"

I saw the girl stop, turn, and smile. She was about ten yards away, up the hill. "Hi guys!" she called. "I see you made it, Mitchie!"

"Yup! Care to come help us?"

"Sure! Hey, Sander!"

"Yeah?"

"Come help Mitchie and Caitlyn and me!" Lola grinned in our direction. I rolled my eyes. At this rate, I'll lose all my brain cells by noon.

Sander appeared out of Lola's cabin, and together they walked towards us. Mitchie caught her breath. "Oh, no way…"

"Yes way," I groaned. "They won't let anyone forget it!" Unfortunately…

"Really? Wow, I mean, I was sure some day…but, I mean….wow." Mitchie shook her head, grinning. "Still, if they're happy…"

"Yeah. And as long as Barron forgives Sander for abandoning him," I added, shaking my head. "Apparently, Sander was AWOLing him ever since the bus ride. Poor Barron, ya know?"

"We should get him a girlfriend," Mitchie noted as Lola and Sander arrived.

Sander grinned. "Get who a girlfriend?"

"Barron," I explained. "He's a little lonely, now, you know, 'cuz you kind of abandoned him." I hinted deeply in my words, hoping Sander would get the message. If he did, he showed no sign of it as he took Mitchie's guitar case and my smaller bag. I handed Lola my laptop case and we all trudged up the hill toward cabin 3B. I arrived first and opened the door with slight difficulty.

"Well, that was quite a hike," I commented, panting slightly as I dropped my bags on the bed in the middle. "I lost maybe three pounds already."

"I know," Mitchie groaned, taking the bed that was left, closest to the door. "Ugh."

"You'll get used to it," Lola smiled.

"I'll leave you ladies to get packed," Sander said, dropping our bags. "Maybe I should go find Barron."

Aha! He did get the message! Muahahaha! I rock like that.

"Okay," Lola said regretfully. "Miss you."

"Miss you, too," Sander said, taking her face gently and kissing her full on the mouth. I groaned and flopped on the bed. Mitchie rolled her eyes.

"People! We're still in the room here!"

The little Sola couple broke apart and blushed, then Sander dashed out of the cabin, letting the door slam behind him. I rolled over and reached for my bag. Unzippering it, I hopped off the bed and began unpacking. Lola sank onto her bed and sighed dreamily.

"I never knew having a boyfriend would be like this," she sighed. "It's something…I don't know…" she trailed off, biting her lip thoughtfully.

"Wonderfully perfect, like you found your missing half?" Mitchie supplied.

"Exactly."

"Wow, I am sooo glad I don't have any say in this," I said. "All boys are just stupid and when they grow up, they're hormonal and dumb."

Mitchie glared. "Shane is not like that."

"He talked about you…your body, apparently, with Nate and Jason, for as long as they would listen," I said in a blank voice, pulling some T-shirts out of my suitcase and tucking them away. "And I doubt that was very long. I think they wanted to shoot the two of you at your little, um, meet and kiss." I chuckled darkly.

"Be quiet, Caitlyn," Lola said. "Just because your jealous-"

That stopped me.

"Jealous?!" I exclaimed, spinning around. "I am not jealous, okay? I don't like the idea of ever having a boy close to me. Ever."

Lola sighed. "Sure, Caitlyn, sure." She paused. "Hey…wait a minute. Why don't we try to get you a boyfriend? Then you'd see."

"Sure," I said sarcastically. "I'll agree to that when Cody Linley is the father of my dog's puppies."

They blinked. "Thank you for a nice mental image, Caitlyn," Mitchie said sarcastically. "But seriously! Don't you think you're just the littlest bit jealous?"

"Why should I be?" I demanded. "Why? I am soo not jealous, I soo do not need a boyfriend and I am SOOO done with this conversation!"

I felt like crap, so with these words I grabbed my towel, a change of clothes, and marched into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind me.

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