.:for the wonderful Charlotte:.

And we were the cliché but we carried on anyway.

First Kiss

12:00 pm

New Year's Eve

"Caitlyn!" I yelled over the New Year's countdown. "I think I love you!"

"What?" Caitlyn screeched, cupping her hands to her ears. "I can't hear you!"

"I said, I think I love you!" he yelled again.

"Nate!" she whined. "I can't hear you over all this noise." At that moment, Shane had popped a balloon in Tess's face, right next to her and the popping sound made her ears hurt.

Nate groaned in frustration. 5… 4… 3…, the countdown seemed to get louder as the crowd yelled along.

He cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers softly. "Happy New Year!" the crowd roared. He pulled away, smiling at the tingle in his lips.

"I love you."

"Took you long enough, Fro Bro!"

First Date

6:30 pm

January 13th

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Nate. I didn't mean for that to happen," Caitlyn said.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"I spilt soda all over your pants, it's not okay," Nate rolled his eyes at his girlfriend of thirteen days. He'd been waiting thirteen days for their first date, but after the first kiss, Cait had to go to Ohio for eight days.

"Cait, it's fine, relax!" Nate cried, grabbing her hands and pecking her cheek. "I had a great time and that's all that matters; I'll just toss these in the wash later."

"I love you."

"I love you too, highlighter."


"My best friend, Nate?!" Caitlyn screamed, throwing another CD at her ex-boyfriend. "You slept with my best friend!"

Ducking the CD, Nate yelled back, "Cait, it wasn't meant to happen like that!"

"It sure as hell wasn't!"

"Listen to me!"

"NO! Why should I listen to you, you no-good-cookie-cutter-pop-star!"

"I love you, dammit!"

"Yeah, but you slept with MITCHIE!" she roared, wiping her eyes in the sleeves of the yellow hoodie she was wearing.


"We were the cliché, but we carried on anyways. Thanks for everything, Nate," she said, before turning and dragging her bags out of the apartment; hoping Nate would chase after her and kiss her and make everything right like he always did.

A/N: Sorry, Charlotte, it was meant to be a drabble but I got carried away. Hope you liked it anyways.