A/N: Yup this is what happens when I get holiday homework that is so boring my brain starts becomes distracted and starts thinking up the next chapter for my story. Honestly isn't the whole point of having a "holiday" is to relax and enjoy time with your friends and family? Why would they wreck such a joyous time by giving you homework?! They might as well me that whilst celebrating Christmas I can only eat celery whilst everyone else gets to eat the massive meal my Mum makes (it really is a big meal. I mean we live off left overs for like a week).

So here's the chapter about Jimmy. I don't like Jimmy. It may not be fully explained but that's because she still has to tell Shane and I don't really want to have to write it twice.

I really, really don't like Jimmy Austen...he's slightly based on this guy in real life. Minus the psychotic bit that is.

I also just realised I've updated this story twice in one day. Oh well. It can make up for me going away for a week. Hope you enjoy :D

Disclaimer: Honestly isn't it kind of a waste of time to write such obviousness down? As if I own anything relation to the Jonas Brothers (not including music, books or any other type of merchaindise).


'Okay so let me get this straight. You went to Camp Rock during your holidays and met a lead singer from a band and he was there as a teacher?' Debbie asked and I nodded in confirmation. 'You and Shane, I believe you said that was his name, became close and even after a fight you're still friends. His manager then heard you and another girl during the Final Jam and now you have been asked to go on tour with these boys and your friend?' she asked again as she looked down at her notes in her book.

At least I think they're notes. For all I know she could be doing a really intense Sudoku and having trouble with one of the lines. I don't blame her; can't even start the damn thing myself. Focus Mitchie!

'Um yup...that sounds about right' I said nervously as I shifted in my seat so that I could bring one of my legs up onto the couch and then hugged it close to me. 'So whatcha think about it?'

So here I was four days later; sitting in my psychologist's office and asking her for advice on one of my biggest dreams. I had so far managed to keep all my promises and kept in contact with my friends from Camp though the first couple of days sucked big time. I mean Sierra is a great friend but she doesn't understand music the way I do, the same way I don't understand AP Mandarin.

'Well I think you'd be wasting a great opportunity of your dreams if you let this pass. I mean do you know how many little girls will want to be like you and envy you for living your dream?'

'That's exactly what I'm upset about Deb; I mean they shouldn't want to be like me! I'm a mess at sixteen. Also can you imagine what the press will say if they ever found out about Mitchie Torres' past?' I asked in frustration as I dug my nails into my knee.

'Mitchie fingers out of your knee; you don't need more marks' Debbie said seriously as she watched me closely. With a sigh I placed my arms onto the arm rest and dropped my head backwards so that it rested on the chair.

'You see what I mean Debbie? Just thinking about what they might say gets me paranoid. You can't tell me that it would be safe for someone like me to be on the road for four weeks or however long it is.'

'You need to relax Mitchie or you'll work yourself into a panic again,' Debbie said calmly as I moved again in my seat so that my back rested against one arm rest and my legs hung over the other, 'I think your problem is you don't want to get too close to Shane.'

'That's ridiculous Deb' I said with a roll of my eyes.

'Is it? If you ask me it's a perfectly reasonable answer. I mean what happened with Jimmy was only a couple of weeks before -'

'What happened with Jimmy was nothing...if anything it was a big nightmare okay? Shane wouldn't do that...I mean Jimmy was a complete idiot. No one should've done that' I said softly as I closed my eyes.

'I thought you understood Michelle. Jimmy shouldn't have done what he did and you're right; no one should have to be on the receiving end of it but you were. Though we both know it won't happen again and if it does you know what to do right?' Debbie asked as she leaned forward.

'Yeah tell my friend who in turn will blab to my parents, they'll get the police involved in time to save my ass and then I'll wake up the next day in a hospital. Yup; sounds like a pretty good plan' I said sarcastically as I rubbed my face.

'You did the right thing Mitchie...so did Sierra. You both should be happy that you did something that not many other women older, let alone someone your age, can do' at this my eyes snapped open and I jumped to my feet.

'Oh yeah? If it was such a damn good thing then why are Sierra and I hated by everyone at school? How come Jimmy was the idiotic abusive one and I went through it every day for a month... I didn't even do anything wrong! Do you know what it's like to go to school every day and still get looks from everyone because you got the star football player kicked out of school?!' I yelled as I walked over to the window and looked out at the two story view. 'No one at my stupid school will even talk to me now. Hell Sierra even tried to tell a couple of people what really happened. Not one person believed that Jimmy frigging Austen would hurt someone let alone his girlfriend without a good reason.

For the first four days of camp I couldn't sleep did you know the Deb? All because of him. I had one stupid nightmare about him following me and because of it I was paranoid he would find me. How stupid is that?!' I cried as I crossed my arms tightly against my chest.

'I don't think that that's stupid at all...I think you're still confused and hurt about what happened. I think you don't want to get too close to another guy in case he does something similar. You trusted Jimmy with all your secrets and he gave you bruises and a scar in return. Have you shown anyone it yet?' Debbie asked and I knew she was referring to my cut.

'Because the first thing you do when you want to make some friends is show them the physical scar you have left from your ex-boyfriend. You know most girls say that when they break up with their boyfriend he cut their heart open and stepped on it or whatever it is? I wonder how many get to say their boyfriend tried to literally cut their heart open and step on it' I said as the tears that I was attempting to hold back threatened to fall.

'Mitchie come sit down so we can talk' Debbie said and I turned around to face her. I saw that she was gesturing to my seat and I bit my lip as I walked over and took a seat. I quickly brought my legs up to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around my knees.

What does she want from me? I've cried, screamed, yelled and laughed in this room. I have practised almost every emotion possible to a teenage girl.

'You do realise what you've done right?' Debbie asked a small smile sat on her face as she pushed a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. She was always doing that when she got excited about something. There wouldn't even have to be a piece of hair out of place but she would still move to push it back.

'I've once again screamed a bunch of rubbish in reference to Jimmy?' I said not caring if I was right or wrong.

'No; you're finally admitting that he was the one at fault...not you. Whenever he does come up you are always the first to blame yourself. It was your fault for getting too emotionally attached or that you made him mad. This is the first time I have ever heard you mad, and I mean really mad, at him for doing this for you' she said excitedly.

'So what does that mean? I get a lollipop and a congratulations sticker. Wow; I should've admitted that earlier' I said with a fake smile as I stood up. 'Look I'm over talking about Jimmy Austen. He was my past and for all I care he can go become even more insane in his white jacket. I only wanted your opinion on what I should do about the tour but if we're going to be talking about Jimmy for the next ten or so minutes I'm out.'

'Don't you see that it links together? Jimmy is the reason why you were so scared to say yes to Shane when he asked. You think that it was only luck and timing that saved you the first time and are worried that if it happens again you might be on the tour bus or at a concert and you won't have anywhere to run or anyone to help you' Debbie said as she clasped her hands together in her lap.

'That's totally and utterly complete -' I trailed off as I realised what she said had been exactly what I was scared of, 'completely true' I said with a groan of frustration as I flopped back onto the seat. 'When did you get so good at this?'

'I've always been good at this...you just never really listened' she said with a smile. 'So I'm letting you go early but before you leave I would like your answer about the tour.'

'The only way to squash a fear is to face it' I said with a shrug. 'I mean the worst thing that could happen is I majorly freak, then call Mum and Dad and then I'll be on a flight home. Besides why should Jimmy win? This is my dream and I have a right to live it out right?' I asked uncertainty.

'You tell me...do you think you're ready to tell people about your past?' she shot back.

'Well maybe if I start speaking out about it, more girls might start speaking up too. I mean I went through a month of physical and emotional torture...girls and guys should realise if they're in an abusive relationship they should get out and that it's not their fault...that there are people who honestly want to help them. Wow; I so sounded like a Miss Universe contestant then. Abusive relationships today; global warming tomorrow' I joked as Debbie laughed.

'There's the Mitchie Torres I heard about from her parents. You know they missed seeing you so happy. They'll be glad to know you're doing something for yourself for once' she said standing up and walking over to me offering a hand.

'It feels good to be back' I said with a smile and took her hand. We walked over to the door but before she let me go she turned me to face her.

You know it's pretty cool being the same height as someone for once. I mean when I'm with Dr D I'm not so short. Mitchie! Stop going into your own little world! Focus on reality!

'Now you have my number in your phone right?' Debbie asked to which I nodded. 'Good; I want you to call Shane and tell him you'll be seeing him shortly and whilst on tour I need you to promise me that you'll call if anything troubles you okay?'

'Yup; you're on speed dial anyway. If I get too down or anything I'll call you and that I most definitely promise' I said as I gave her a hug and opened the door.

'Go rock the stage; you deserve it' she said with a chuckle as she gave me a gentle push out of the room.

I took the elevator to the floor level then walked towards the big glass door and waited until I was out of the building to call my parents.

'Hey Dad it's me....no nothing's wrong. Dr D and I finished early can you come pick me up? I have packing I need to get done if I'm leaving in three days for a month long tour' I said and I figured he must have had me on loud speaker as I heard Mum scream with excitement as Dad laughed.

After hanging up on my parents I leaned up against the brick wall and smiled as I quickly dialled Shane's number and waited for him to pick up.

Oh my gosh...I'm about to agree to go on tour with Connect 3. If someone even dares to wake me up from this dream I will so kick their butt!

'Mitch if you're waking me up to tell me you're bored I am so going to kill you' I heard a tired Shane say through the phone.

'You wouldn't really kill a girl who is going to go on tour with you would you?' I asked innocently with a smile on my face/

'What?!' Shane yelled through the phone causing me to hold it away from my ear so I could hopefully get some hearing back.

When I finally did bring the phone back to my ear I could hear Shane talking to two people, I'm guessing Jason and Nate, and figured he must've had me on speaker phone like my Dad had down earlier.

'Ahem...guys,' I said with a laugh, 'girl still on the line here.'

'Are you really coming Mitchie?' yelled an excited Jason and I laughed when hearing the other two attempt to shush him.

'Of course she's coming you twit! As if she would say she is coming when she isn't. She's not that cruel. Wait...you're not that cruel are ya Mitch?' asked Shane nervously.

'No; I really am coming on tour with you dolts though I honestly don't know why. I mean some girls would kill to spend four weeks with the band members of Connect 3. But me?' I scoffed as I started walking up to the corner of the street. 'Personally I could care less about going on tour with Connect 3. I for one would rather spend a month hanging out with Nate, Shane and Jason.'

'But we're Connect 3...what you just said makes no sense! Also why was I last? I should be first! I'm the oldest!' Jason yelled.

'Dude shut up and why are you yelling? She can hear you perfectly well...though probably not so much now as you've must likely deafened her' said Nate's in a serious voice causing me to laugh.

'You know I just realised I am going to be laughing so damn much with you guys' I commented as I saw the familiar "Connie's Catering" truck pull up across the road. 'Anyway I needa hang up on you guys. Sorry; but think of it this way...only three more days' I said excitedly as I crossed the road.

'Okay cya soon Mitchie! Don't forget to tell Caity you're coming or she'll kill me' Nate said.

'Don't forget my birdhouse! You were the distraction that stopped Shane from making it so I think I should get one from you! My favourite colour is yellow!' Jason shouted to which I could only just hear Nate yell at him for.

'Twiddle Dum and Dee have gone. So you have everything organised?' Shane asked as I opened up the front door and sat down with a smile at Mum.

'Nope; but it's me Shane. As if I would've had anything packed. I only decided I was coming about twenty or so minutes ago' I said as I buckled my seat belt before Mum pulled out and started driving home.

'True anyway I thought you said you had to go.'

'Yeah well a certain pop star distracted me for a moment there. So I guess I'll talk to you in three days then,' I said leaning forwards and turning the stereo and I laughed to find that Connect 3's Hold On started to play, 'and no I am not purposely listening to your music.'

'Sure you're not and also as if you won't talk to me for three days! I plan on talking to you much, much sooner' Shane said mischievously.

I could feel my curiosity grow at his statement as we turned into our street but I decided to push it aside right now. There were more important things I needed to figure out. Like what I was planning to wear for the whole month I'm away!

'Okay I would try and figure out whatever it is you're up to but I gotta try and figure out what I'm gonna tell people at school if they ask where I'm going...that is if they even talk to me. I mean Sierra only believed me because she knows I wouldn't lie. For the rest of my school I'll need -' I didn't get to finish my sentence as I noticed a black limo parked outside our house which rendered me momentarily speechless.

I turned to Mum for an answer but found she was staying unusually focused on the road though I doubted a satellite in space would be able to miss the massive smile on her face right at this very moment.

'Sh-Shane where are you right at this very m-moment?' I stuttered as Mum parked in the driveway.

'Where do you think I am?' was all he said as I got out of the car and slowly walked over to the front door of my house. I moved to reach the doorknob as Mum checked the mailbox but someone on the other side had beaten me to it.

The door swung open with such force I was amazed it didn't cause a hole in the wall but I wasn't really focusing on that. Instead I was staring wide eyed at the person in my door way.

'Oh my bloody God! What the hell are you doing here?!' I screamed before pulling them into a bone crushing hug.


A/N: So who's it gonna be? Anyone wanna take some guesses? The first person who guesses the winner can have an appearence later on in the story I Promise.