Authors Note: This is mainly Jason centric, but involves Shane and Nate more in later chapters. I have a few chapters already written, and the point I'm up to I'm having a little writers block, so bare with me. Reviews would be nice =)

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock, or any of the characters, which I think is a shame.

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Leave Out All The Rest

"Hey guys" Jason said brightly, walking over to his brothers. "Hey" Nate replied without much enthusiasm, not looking up from the letter he was reading. Shane didn't even respond at all. 'How welcoming' Jason thought, 'I just got back from a 2 day trip away and they look as if they don't even care'. Jason stood there for a few minutes longer, before he left the room and went and sat outside. 'I really should be used to this by now' he thought, 'they never seem to care about anything I do. We're family, yet they don't even seem to know that I exist' he thought, looking out across the lake. It was a sunny day, and the water was calm, with a few ripples crossing it every now and then.

Meanwhile inside, Nate had finished reading his fan mail, and looked across at Shane. "Hey Shane, wasn't Jason here a minute ago?" he asked curiously. Shane turned to face him, looking up from the magazine article about himself that he was reading. "He was? Oh well. Here, do you think that my hair is too long? This magazine says that I'm the 'long-haired singer from Connect Three'. Do you think I should get it cut?" Shane asked. Nick stared at Shane. "Erm… no? So have you seen Jason or not?" Nate replied. "Oh good, I like my hair this length anyway" Shane replied, as if he was oblivious to who Jason was, and went back to reading his magazine.

Nate looked at his brother, wondering how it was possible for someone to be so shallow, and went outside to look for Jason. He saw him sitting by the lake and wandered over to him. "Hey, Jason, where've you been? I've been looking all over for you" Nate asked. Jason slowly turned his head to look at Nate. 'I bet you have' thought Jason, whilst saying, "I've just been here…thinking" out loud. "Oh. Sorry about before man, I was reading my fan mail" Nate said, as if that made up for everything. Jason just sighed, and threw a rock into the lake.

Nate stood there in silence for a while, before he spoke again. "Are you alright?" he asked. Jason put on his best fake smile and answered, "I'm fine". That was what Nate wanted to hear, and it was as if he was blocking out the fact that Jason didn't sound fine at all. "Well, I'm glad you're fine, I've got to go now, I'm supposed to help out in the kitchen. I'll talk to you later, bye" Nate said, before heading off into the distance.

"I'm not fine" Jason told no one in particular, and sighed. 'I feel like I don't exist half the time, that I'm so alone. Nate only seems to speak to me to make himself feel better, and Shane couldn't care less as he's Mr. Big Pop Star'. Jason sat out there for quite a while, thinking things through, and when he next looked up it had become dark. Jason sighed, and stood up. When he turned round he found out that he was face to face with two big, older guys, who were sent to Camp Rock to help out, as some kind of punishment. "Er…can I help you?" Jason asked, noticing for the first time that the two guys were smirking. "You're that background guy from Connect Three aren't you?" They asked, smiling mischievously. 'That background guy…yeah that's me alright. That sums up my purpose in life, to be the one that people barely notice, who's just there to make the others look better' Jason thought. "Yeah, that's me" Jason replied quietly after a while.

"Then why didn't you answer us earlier when we were talking to you?" One of the two guys, who Jason could vaguely remember was called Michael, asked. Jason didn't reply, not quite sure of where this was going. "Hey, I'm talking to you" Michael said, and shoved Jason in the chest. This took Jason by surprise, and he stumbled back a few paces. "Hey" he said, starting to notice that they were blocking his way back to camp. "You got a problem? Jason?" the other one, who was called Lee, asked, sneering his name, as if it was worthless.

Jason sighed. "No, there's no problem, I'm leaving" he replied quietly. Jason took a step forward, only to have Michael step in front of him, blocking his way. "Going somewhere, are you? That's rude, considering we're talking to you. We want to have a nice chat on how you stole our fame" Michael said. Jason looked up at him, confused. "Stole your fame? What are you on about?" he asked.

"It was supposed to be us who won Final Jam two years ago, and got signed. You guys only won because Brown is Shane's uncle and put in a good word. Your band ruined our chances, so we decided that you should be the one to pay for it" Michael explained. "Yeah" Lee confirmed, adding "and we know that you won't say anything, and that no one would notice your strange behaviour". Lee smiled, then stepped forwards and punched Jason in the face, in one quick movement.

'This does not look good. There's two of them, and their huge! I couldn't take them, and they said that Connect Three ruined their chances of fame. So why make me pay for it? What about Nate and Shane? What did I do wrong? Maybe I deserve it' Jason thought. What seemed like hours later, Michael and Lee finally walked away, laughing as they went. Jason tentatively got to his feet. 'Great. How am I going to explain loads of bruises, and me spitting blood? I'll probably end up with a black eye too. Wait, who am I kidding? I won't need to explain, they won't even notice, and if they do, they won't care' Jason thought.

Jason slowly walked back to the cabin that he shared with Nate and Shane, trying not to wince at the pain he felt in his ribs. He slowly opened the door, and stepped inside. "Hello? Anyone in?" Jason asked quietly, not sure that he even wanted an answer. "We're in here" Nate shouted from the lounge type area, and the television could be heard. As inconspicuously as he could manage, Jason walked in and sat down. "Did you get much thinking done?" Nate asked, not turning away from the television.

"Yeah, I did" Jason replied. "Can you two talk later? I'm trying to listen to this" Shane said, turning up the volume. 'Yeah sure, why not. But don't you want to know that I was beaten up because of us? Because of Connect Three? And that it'll probably happen again? You haven't even noticed anything's wrong' Jason thought. "I'm going to bed, I'm tired" Jason said getting up. He got up a little too quickly and winced, as it hurt his chest. Nate turned and looked at him, a confused look on his face. "Are you alright…?" he asked, and not wanting to answer, Jason hurriedly left the room.

Nate got up and followed him, and found him stood in front of the mirror. Jason turned as he heard someone come in. Nate gasped. "What happened to you?" he asked. "I...tripped over outside. It was pretty dark, that's all" Jason said, by way of explanation. Nate looked again like he didn't believe him. "What's really going…?" Nate started to say, before Shane shouted from the other room. "Nate! NATE! NAAATTTEEEE!! Come quick!". Nate gave Jason a 'this is not over' look, and went to see what was so urgent.

Nate walked quickly into the lounge to see what was so important. "What? Something's up with Jason. I think he needs us" Nate said, and looked at Shane. "Who cares about that? Look, I'm on TV!" Shane shouted, pointing to the screen where he'd paused it on a news article about Connect Three helping at Camp Rock. "Shane, that's all of us, and it's a picture" Nate said, sounding a little annoyed. "Yeah, but look at how good I look!!" Shane said, turning back to admire the screen. "Don't you even care? Did you even see what state Jason was in? He needs us! We're his brothers! Haven't you noticed how weirdly he's been acting? All you care about is yourself!!" Nate shouted, and stormed out to check on Jason. Shane sat there in silence for a while, thinking.

Jason, who hadn't heard Nate defending him and sounding genuinely concerned, was left alone with his thoughts once again; as Nate went to see what Shane wanted. 'That was close, I don't know if I'd be able to outright lie to Nate, he's my brother. Surely he'd know something was up? What would've happened if Shane hadn't of called him? He might of found out the truth…then what would happen to me? What would Michael and Lee do? They said they 'know you won't say anything'…what happens if they find out I did? Could they possibly get any worse? Why do I always feel so alone?' Jason thought to himself.

Jason quietly walked over to the window and climbed out. He figured it would be easier to spend the night in the jam station or somewhere, somewhere that he could avoid Nate's questions, and try to think of what to do. When he got to the jam station, he was relieved to see that no one was there practising. 'Well it is late at night' he thought to himself. He went over to a corner, and slowly sat so he was leaning against the wall. 'No one can see I'm here…no awkward questions. I'm sorry Nate, I just didn't know what to do…what to say. When you finally notice something's wrong, it's like I'm afraid to tell you that it is. It's like, I'm the oldest so it should be my responsibility…I don't want to worry you guys, but I don't want to be alone'. Jason sat there for a while, thinking some more until he finally fell asleep.

Meanwhile, when Nate finally went back to check on Jason, all he found was the empty room, with the window open. 'Is it that bad? Can't you just let us in?' Nate thought. He turned back, and went to go tell Shane. "Jason's gone" he said, trying to get Shane's attention. Shane didn't respond, so Nate walked over and shook him. "Jason's gone. Do you hear me? Gone. He didn't want to talk about what was wrong, so he climbed out of the window. Do you even CARE?" Nate said, shouting towards the end.

Shane slowly turned to face Nate. "Of course I care! But what am I suppose to do…? I'm afraid. Jason's the oldest, I look up to him, yet he feels like he can't come to us with his problems. I thought if I just ignored it, it would go away, but it didn't!" Shane replied quietly. "Of course it didn't!! It got worse! And now he's gone somewhere…alone. Who knows what he thinks of us. I don't know what to do!" Nate replied. "Well…it's late. Maybe we should try to get some sleep or something. I mean, he knows where we are, and there's no point staying awake worrying. If he's not back by morning, we'll go look for him" Shane said. After standing there in silence for a while, Nate agreed to Shane's reasoning, and the both went to their rooms to get some rest.

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Authors Note: There are a few lines in there from Linkin Park's 'Leave Out All The Rest', which I don't own, but it gave me the inspiration for this story, for which I am grateful.