Sorry I took so long to update, life has been way too busy recently. On the plus side, I aced my maths test! And, since it is now December, I'm not allowed to complain about the amount of Christmas songs on the radio, I can just sing them far too loudly.

I don't own Camp Rock, Porsche, McFly, Umberella, Manic Street Preachers, Enrique Iglesias (I wish), Dance Wiv Me, Oh Mickey You're So Fine, or anything else I may have mentioned that isn't Jools or anything not originaly connected with any of the above. That make sense? It didn't to me either.....

I'm Told I Look Good on the Dancefloor

Day two at Camp Rock: Dance lessons. Shane hurried into the classroom five minutes late, running straight to the massive CD player sitting in the corner.

"He was probably straightening his hair," Eliza whispered to me when Shane apologised for being late. I opened my mouth to giggle, but was interrupted by the music Shane had turned on. The song had been a big hit in England; it was called Dance Wiv Me, by Dizzee Rascal featuring Calvin Harris and Chrome. While I marveled at having remembered the name of the song and who sung it, people around me had started dancing, letting the beat take them.

"Just freestyle," Shane called out, "And we can see what we all know." I was a bit hesitant at randomly dancing in front of a bunch of strangers, but Shane was starting to groove, so I sort of wiggled my shoulders and….

"Excellent, Jools, you're a natural!" Shane told me as I finished my solo, grinning. The music had changed to Push by Enrique Iglesias, and the group had formed a circle, with one person coming forward at a time to strut their stuff.

I hadn't realised just how easy freestyle dance really was… I wouldn't need extra tuition in this subject, that was sure!

Being shy and quite reserved, I had never volunteered myself for any dance classes at home – even when I was five or six, my morbid fear of other people had stopped me going to ballet classes, although I will admit I did love the whole pink polished image it gave off.

But this stuff, it was easy. Like walking around or having a conversation – which, once I joined infant (A/N: Kindergarten to 5th I think, I dunno, I'm English) school, I found I quite enjoyed.

The guy from mine and Eliza's guitar class, Mickey, was in this group as well, and stepped into the circle as I left it. If I had energy, he had the force of a Porsche 911 Turbo, not stopping until the song ended, and getting applause from everyone, including Shane.

"You were all amazing today; I think everyone in here has natural talent." Shane told us as we neared the end of the lesson. "Tomorrow I'll teach you some more moves, and we can have a go at some choreographed dances, to different music – does anyone have any suggestions?" a bunch of hands went up, and songs by artists from My Chemical Romance to Eminem or The Beatles got suggested. Shane dismissed us with a wave of his hand, saying he would see what he could find.

I had said goodbye to Eliza and was walking back to my cabin to change when Mickey stepped off a path from the trees, making me jump about a foot in the air.

"You're Jools, right?" he asked, falling into pace with me.

"Yeah." I answered, wondering what on Earth he wanted, since I really wanted a shower and food. Dancing is harder than it looks on TV, I can tell you that for nothing.

"You're in my guitar class." Mickey continued, grinning. I was now starting to get a little bit annoyed. Had he ever heard of cutting to the heart of the matter?

"Yes, I am in your guitar class, I'm glad you noticed. Now can you please tell me exactly what you're getting at?" I had stopped walking by this time, and almost felt like putting my hands on my hips and telling him to stick it where the sun don't shine. Mickey stopped to, and really did put his hands on his hips. I thought only girls did that?

"I was simply wondering why you giggled when I said my name." Oh, that. Couldn't he have just asked yesterday?

"Have you ever heard the song 'Oh Mickey You're So Fine?" I was surprised to see him colour slightly.

"Uh, yeah, I was actually named after it." I snorted. Well, it's not every day you hear someone say they got named after some random '80's song. "But what about you? Your full name can't be Jools." I stopped smiling immediately.

"It's Juliet." I didn't like the way this conversation was going.

"After?" Mickey prompted.

"Er… I'm not sure. But –"

"Isn't that French for July?" Mickey interrupted me. "Or were your parents' big literature freaks?" I had had enough.

"I have no idea what your problem is, and I really don't care. I giggled when you said your name because it bought back good memories of my mother, not because I thought you the biggest prat here. Although now I do think you're the biggest prat here, since you can't seem to stop insulting people, even when they explain that they weren't actually laughing at you, they were laughing at something that has absolutely nothing to do with you. Now please excuse me, I have better things to do than stand here arguing with an idiot." then I turned on my heel and stormed away, not looking back.

"Jools, what's wrong?" Mitchie asked as I sat in our cabin angrily strumming one of Mitchie's guitars, while she did her hair and Caitlyn hogged the bathroom.

"I got in an argument with a guy in my guitar and dance class." I replied, not pausing playing for a second, "He wanted to know why I laughed when he said his name, I told him, he insulted my parents, then I yelled him and stormed away."

"Ouch." Mitchie looked sympathetic. "Did you find him and apologise?" I shook my head.

"I've been in here since we were told singing got cancelled." Brown had contracted a cold that had made him lose his voice, which was fine, except he was teaching singing. According to the nurse, it was a freaky twenty-four hour bug thing, and he should be teaching again tomorrow. I had spent the free time taking my anger out on Mitchie's guitar, practicing the chords Jason had taught us with probably more force than was needed.

"What's up?" Caitlyn asked finally coming out of the bathroom and seeing my face.

"Argument with a jerk." I told her what had happened, and Caitlyn looked at me thoughtfully.

"You know, I never had you down as someone to really yell at someone like that."

"I don't usually go in for the screaming thing." I admitted, feeling guiltier by the second. "I'm usually more of a talk it out person." Yeah, usually…. What had come over me? "Okay, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to apologise." I stood up and handed Mitchie her guitar back. "I'll see you guys at dinner."

Finding Mickey was easier said than done, though. I couldn't find him in any of the classrooms, the mess hall or around any of the cabins. I ended up down by the lake, and sat heavily down on the gravel. Watching the rippling water, I remembered that McFly song – Down By The Lake.

"Well, you better get up, 'cause your dad is awake, said he saw you last night making down by the lake, with the boy that he hates…"I sang softly.

"That's not a bad song." I heard someone say, and jumped again. I whipped around and saw Mickey standing there, hands in his pockets. I was about to ask him what he was doing here when I remembered we were on public ground and I wanted to say sorry.

"Thanks." I said, taking a deep breath and standing up. "Look, about earlier. –"

"Don't worry about it." Mickey interrupted me. "I shouldn't have been so rude to you about laughing."

"Yeah, I shouldn't have yelled like that." I confessed.

"Don't worry about it." Mickey repeated, smiling suddenly. "What song were you just singing? It sounded familiar." I was almost giddy with relief. I never was all that great at apologising. Let's just say I have a stubborn streak.

"It's called Down By The Lake, by McFly." I told him, as we walked back through the trees.

"Urgh. Those posers? My sister plays them all the time." Mickey replied, pulling a face. I thought he liked the song?

"I'm surprised you didn't recognise Down By The Lake then, it's one of their earliest." I replied, glancing at the ground as I spoke, making sure I didn't do a Bella Swan and end up in the dirt.

"I tend to-" Mickey said, but was cut off as I collided, once again, with another person.

"Ouch! I'm so sorry; I wasn't looking where I was going!" the person gushed, and I realised it was Tess Tyler, the topic of much discussion. "Hey, you're Jools," Tess recognised us, "And Mickey, from Jason's class."

"Yep."

"Isn't it crazy how most of the people in there seemed to already know so much?" Tess said, accompanying us to dinner, "I would have felt completely stupid if I hadn't known we were in the beginner's class to start with." I immediately felt relived that I hadn't been the only one who had felt like that.

"Yeah, I almost walked out when I heard that girl's version of Umbrella." Mickey told us, "It was almost as good as the Manic Street Preachers version."

"Come off it, Rihanna's original rocked the house!" argued Tess, grinning.

"Oh, puh-lease. The Preacher's rule!" Mickey shot back.

"Don't worry about him, I think he has something against pop music." I told Tess, guessing Mickey probably wouldn't go down without a fight. I was right.

"At least Manic Street Preachers have soul."

"At least pop music doesn't hurt your ears." Tess and Mickey continued in this fashion - arguing – until we reached the Mess Hall.

Caitlyn and Mitchie were talking to Connect Three outside the hall, looking up when they heard us approach. I glanced around and saw Mickey had disappeared, leaving me, Tess, Mitchie, Caitlyn and my music teachers outside.

"Guys?" Tess asked timidly as Caitlyn and Mitchie stared at their one-time enemy, unsure of what to do, "Would it be all right if I sat with you?"