Peggy was my dream girl from the first moment I saw her. Her shining black hair and bronze skin captured my imagination. However, it wasn't until years later that we were introduced.

It was one of the first days at Camp Rock and we were both headed over to the main buildings. I held the door open for her and she smiled as she thanked me. Browne looked the class over and began partnering us up for the first exercise. We were partnered up and hit it off immediately. She was funny, creative and had a great personality. We laughed, talked and generally disrupted the class but Browne didn't seem to care. It was the beginning a great friendship.

We promised to remain in touch after we left Camp Rock and we did. Once or twice a week, we would call each other or talk online. At first, the conversations were stilted, revolving around what had happened since the last time we spoke. I was disheartened by this. I wanted to be more than a friend, a best friend if a romantic relationship was not possible. Slowly, our relationship evolved. We went from being mere acquaintances to close friends. We offered advice and gave our respective opinions on life.

Then, disaster stuck (for me anyway). Peggy got her first boyfriend. I was the first to congratulate her even though my heart was breaking. I wished that lucky boy could've been me. When Peggy's boyfriend broke up with her, I was there to comfort her. When she told me the news, I felt such a flood of relief that she was mine again that I felt guilty. I asked myself how I could be happy when my best friend just got her heart broken. I didn't have to look far for the answer; I loved Peggy. I promised myself that I would always be there for Peggy even if she didn't feel the same way about me.

And so it continued for the next couple years. During the summer, we'd be together at Camp Rock and separate again at the end to go back to our normal lives. Our conversations continued and Peggy often teased me about my lack of a girlfriend. I simply told her that I had my heart set on one special girl. If she took the hint, she never commented on it. Peggy experienced the ups and downs of dating and I was always there for her as I promised myself. I had to be because I needed to feel close to my dream girl, even if it wasn't in the way I wanted. I hoped, but was never brave enough to ask if Peggy loved me too.

So I watched as Peggy smiled, flirted and dated all those other boys. I hoped and waited for that one day when she would look at me with those shining eyes, saying "Its you; you're the one I've been looking for," and I could respond "I've been here all along."

A/N Sorry this took so long. I was lazy then I lost my motivation for this story. I promised my self that I would finish it and I did! For those of you that were reading 'Nervous', I will be updating it. I do not own Camp Rock and its characters.