Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

Mitchie called me to let me know she thought I had a chance with him. Apparently before Camp Rock he was drawn to exotic brunettes, but recently they had noticed he only seemed to want long caramel colored hair and chocolate eyes. While it didn't seem like much to me, I was willing to grasp at straws, so I came. I dropped in to visit my best friend Mitchie on tour, although really I just wanted to see him.

But I never expected the scene before me. There he was on the couch in his dressing room with a girl straddling his waist. I could see his hands tangled in her hair and hear her moan out his name as he trailed kisses down her neck. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, knocking the breath out of me. It was one thing to hear that there were other girls, but to watch it play out in front of me was more than I could handle. I must have gasped because at that moment he looked up and locked eyes with me.

"Caitlyn," he whispered shock evident on his face. I felt my eyes well up with tears, and I turned and ran before he could watch me cry over him.

I heard him calling my name and wondered what he had done with the girl on his lap, but I didn't slow down to find out. I wasn't even sure where I was going – just away from whatever was happening in that room. How could I have thought he would ever want me? What was I thinking just showing up unannounced like that?

I made it to the tour bus, only to find it empty and locked. Leaning my head against the door, I closed my eyes tightly and felt the pain wash over my body. Even the cold night air couldn't numb the hurt. I could still see him holding her. Sobs wracked my body.

"Caitlyn, what's wrong?" I tensed at the sound of his voice. He pulled me away from the bus and held me tightly. It felt so good to be in his arms, but at the same time it made it worse. I shrugged out of his embrace and stepped back, wiping the tears from my cheeks. I struggled to get myself under control.

"Tell me what's wrong, please," he pleaded.

"It's nothing," I said, aware even as I said it how pathetic a lie it was. "I just hoped…" I wasn't sure I could put into words what I had wanted. I didn't want to see his face when he heard about my stupid crush. I continued on, aware that I wasn't making any sense, "Seeing you with her." I bit my lip willing myself not to cry.

I watched his face and saw the moment he realized what I meant; I saw a fleeting look of joy followed by shame. "Caitlyn," he asked quietly, "would you have gone out with me if I had asked?"

I nodded, and he winced at my response. He reached out towards me and then let his hand fall back to his side. "That girl, Caity, she didn't mean anything. She was just a replacement for the girl I wanted and thought I couldn't have."

I wanted to believe he was talking about me, but I was too afraid to hope. I needed him to say that he wanted me.

"I'm so sorry you saw that, but Caity, please give me a chance. You're the only one I want."

I let out a shuddering breath before launching myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. I could feel one hand against the back of my head and the other gripping my lower back, the heat from his touch seeping through my shirt. And when he kissed me it wasn't the gentle, romantic kiss I had always imagined. He was passionate and sensual and overwhelming. He was better than any fantasy I had ever had. I pulled away gasping for breath. "No other girls?" I asked him.

Jason smiled down at me and ran his hand down my cheek, making me shiver. "No one but you."

A/N: So this was my first attempt at writing in first person, and it is more detached than it should be. Also, I told LittleRedOne I would try a different Jason. My Jason is always a little too perfect and romantic and innocent. He probably was here too, but it was my attempt to make him a little more adult.