Dude. I wrote something. Are you in shock? I know I am. This is the first sign of a breakthrough in my looooong writer's block. :D See how inspiring a good song can be?

p.s. I'd highly recommend you listen to Taylor Swift's "Dear John" before-or better yet, while you read this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. I wish I could take credit for this song, but…Nope.

Long were the nights when

My days once revolved around you

The sun had long gone down, and Caitlyn lay in bed staring at the ceiling with a smile on her face. She and Shane had just hung up after an hours long conversation. They had been making plans for the next day, and she couldn't wait for morning to come. It was going to be a perfect day.

Counting my footsteps

You should've known

Again

She wasn't sure what she'd done, but Shane had a blank look on his face. So Caitlyn remained silent, not sure what to say or do that wouldn't worsen his mood. A couple of days ago, they'd had a fight-over something stupid-but made up quickly. Now Caitlyn felt like she had to be cautious and watch her every step to prevent anything from happening again.

And my mother accused me

Of losing my mind

But I swore I was fine

It wasn't crazy. Caitlyn slammed the phone on the counter after her irritated conversation with her mom. Always the worrier, she had been calling to ask Caitlyn if she was okay because she hadn't heard from her in a few days. When Caitlyn had admitted she'd been spending a lot of Shane lately, her mom had told her to be careful. That she needed to be sure to guard her heart a little, just in case Shane wasn't all that he seemed. Her mom had told her not to lose her mind over Shane.

You paint me a blue sky

And go back and turn it to rain

The sky was a bright blue and Caitlyn stepped out of her house with a smile, turning to lock the front door before allowing Shane to help her into the passenger seat. It was a perfect early fall day, the trees were just changing color.

She wasn't sure how the fight started, but by the time Shane had furiously dropped her off at her house only forty five minutes later, there were rain drops on the driveway for her to stare at as she listened to him drive off.

And I lived in your chess game

But you changed the rules everyday

What was she doing wrong? Some days Caitlyn felt like Shane was proud to show her off to his family, friends, and fans. But after the party, she felt as though he was ashamed off how the evening had gone. She'd done everything the same as last time! And he'd told her she was perfect and kissed her goodnight after the party.

Wondering which version

Of you I might get on the phone

Tonight

Caitlyn stared at the phone as it rang, wondering which version of Shane she'd get this time. Would he be quiet and serious, or the laughing and sweet Shane that she'd fallen in love with? She picked up hesitantly.

Well I stopped picking up

And this song it to let you know

Why

Her phone rang, but Caitlyn glanced at the screen and saw his name. Tears pricked her eyes as she tossed the phone on her bed and sat down at the her computer and opened a blank document.

Dear John

She couldn't use his real name, afterall. It just seemed to obvious.

I see it all now that you're gone

Don't you think I was too young

To be messed with

The girl in the dress

Cried the whole way home

I should've known

Caitlyn left the half finished song saved on her laptop, turning the lights out with a tired sigh. She hoped she never finished the song. And she hoped she never finished it because Shane never let her down again.

Well maybe it's me

And my blind optimism to blame

Today would be better than any other, Caitlyn told herself, looking in the mirror and putting on her bravest smile. Shane would be in a great mood, she would be in a great mood, and the day was beautiful-what could go wrong? She believed herself.

Or maybe it's you and

Your sick need to give love

And then take it away

The slamming of car doors and the front door. The yelling. The piercing silence after he'd pealed out and drove off down the street. It wasn't her fault. The evening had started out so perfectly, he had been so sweet-why'd he have to go and ruin it by flirting with those other girls.

And you'll add my name to

Your long list of traitors

Who don't understand

The rain pounded on the windows and beat on the roof as Caitlyn turned her phone off, just to keep from throwing it across the room. He'd accused her of being a traitor-not understanding him, just like everyone else.

And I'll look back

And regret how I ignored when they said

Run as fast as you can

The voice of Caitlyn's mother came over the answering machine. She didn't want to have to talk to her mom that day. Or tomorrow. She'd been right all along. Caitlyn felt a tear roll down her cheek as she sat at her desk, opening up the document she hoped would remain a song unfinished.

Dear John

I see it all now that you're gone

Don't you think I was too young

To be messed with

The girl in the dress

Cried the whole way home

The tears were running freely down her face as she typed, ignoring that the words were getting blurry as she rushed to put all her feelings and hurt in the one song.

Dear John

I see it all now it was wrong

Don't you think 19's too young

To be played by

Your dark twisted games

When I loved you so

She loved him.

I should've known

But she should've known and kept from falling.

You are an expert at sorry

And keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

A wave of anger came over her as she typed, deciding without stopping to think to add some of her furry to the lyrics. She could almost hear the music in her head that she planned to put to it all.

All the girls that you've run dry

Have tired, lifeless eyes

Caused you burned them out

But I took your matches

Before fire could catch me

So don't look now

She wasn't going to let this break her. It already had, but Caitlyn refused to fall prey to a broken heart and crumbled soul.

I'm shining like fireworks

Over your sad empty town

Caitlyn tried to smile as she glanced over the piece of work she'd completed. It was raw and emotional, but with music she could see it being very expressive. Maybe someday he'd hear it-and know.

Dear John

I see it all now that you're gone

Don't you think I was too young

To be messed with

The girl in the dress

Cried the whole way home

I see it all now that you're gone

Don't you think I was too young

To be messed with

The girl in the dress

Wrote you a song

It was 2:00 a.m. when Caitlyn sat at her piano, not used very often, and played a few notes, experimentally. Pausing a moment, she took a deep breathe, listening to the sound of the rain still beating violently on the house.

You should've known

You should've known

She knew what she wanted it to sound like. Hurt, angry, in love, let down, heartbroken, bittersweet. Caitlyn tried to get herself to change the name to "Shane", but she didn't want it to blatantly exclaim who the words were directed at. John was a nice, common, plain name.

Don't you think I was too young

She ignored the tears that were rolling steadily down her cheeks as she played the black and whites, at 2 in the morning.

Praying the floor won't fall through

The song played on the radio, and Caitlyn felt her stomach drop as drove down the road. It had only been two months, but after playing the song for her producing partner, she'd insisted on Caitlyn recording it. This was the first time they played it on the radio.

Caitlyn pulled over on the side of the road and let her forehead rest against the steering wheel, because it still hurt a lot.

And she cried.

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