I saw Twilight. I'm disappointed. There were just so many things wrong with it.

But I'll forgive it since me and Taylor Lautner are going to get married.

AND GO BUY FEARLESS! I love that album. Some songs are absolutely amazing. Others I could live without.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.

I woke up hearing voices.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"She'll be fine. But there are signs of anorexia. Does she have a family member we can contact?"

"NO!" I screamed in my head. "Don't tell her. Please, please don't tell mother! She'll hate me!"

"I don't know."

Thank god.

"Do you know anyone we can contact that's close to her?"

"Me."

I slowly opened my eyes then flinched and closed them again. The light hurt so bad. I let out a small, faint grunt.

"Tess?"

"Y-yeah?" I managed making an attempt to turn over but gave up since I had a colossal headache. I sniffed and pulled up the blanket.

"Take it easy. You just fainted and hit your head on the treadmill giving you a concussion. It's nothing to worry about though." said who I presumed to be the doctor who was treating me.

"Mhm." I mumbled and slowly opened my eyes and squinted waiting for them to adjust to the light. Once they adjusted I looked around the room at the doctor and realized the other voice surprisingly enough, belonged to Shane. I felt my eyes widen a bit.

"Well, I'll just be right back." Said the doctor and left.

"You stayed?" I asked looking at Shane.

"Yeah, I just thought you would need help getting home or something. And I really don't want to go to this stupid meet and greet thing. Most of the fans try to lick me or tear out my hair to sell it on ebay. So I decided to go with the lesser evil." Shane replied with a smirk.

"…Won't Nate and Jason be mad? And your publicist?" I asked playing with my fingers underneath the blanket.

"Nate and Jason will understand. And our publicist always has a stick up his ass so it's not like it can get up any higher." Shane said with a shrug.

I giggled. "You know Shane, you're not such a bad guy. It's kind of hard to believe there's a heart behind all that ego."

"Thanks? You're not too bad yourself…at least not when we're out of Camp Rock where you're the Diva." He retorted.

"Thanks…" I said with my voice fading a bit and stifled a yawn.

"I'll just leave after I talk to the doctor…it looks like you could use some rest." Shane said and stood up to exit the room.

"M'kay. Bye bye." I replied rolling over to make myself more comfortable. I slowly felt myself drifting off to a semi-comfortable sleep.

"Why! WHY AREN'T YOU PERFECT!"

"I'm sorry mother! I'm so sorry!"

"Sorry isn't good enough! You're aren't trying hard enough! You aren't trying to be good enough for me you selfish little brat!"

"Mother! I'll never be good enough for you! So why don't I just do you a favor and disappear off the face of the earth! Not that you'll notice…"

I felt myself falling….falling and screaming.

'Tess…Tess wake up! What've you done! Stupid Tess!'

Shane's Point Of View

Tess and anorexia. Not something I wasn't anticipating. That girl is slowly digging herself a hole. 'Why do I even care?' I thought to myself shaking my head. 'It's not like she's anything important to me. After all, she did ruin Mitchie.'

'But she was your first crush'

There it goes again. My fucking conscious that I named Jipetto. Fucking Jipetto.

'Why did you name me Jipetto again?'

'Cause it was the most god damn awful name I could think of.'

':( '

How the fuck did he learn how to make smilies in my head again? God damn, if the Hollywood Records knew about this I would be kicked out of the band. Hopefully Jipetto will shut up once I start being a better person, all thanks to Mitchie. Beautiful, sweet, caring Mitchie. I walked down the hallway scanning the names of the doctors until I found the one I was searching for, Dr. E Saucy.

I knocked on Dr. Saucy's door thinking to myself how much it must suck to have the last name Saucy.

"Come in." He called.

I entered his room. "Hello Dr. Saucy."

"Actually it's pronounced Sho-shee. Odd, I know but I have to blame my ancestors." Dr. Saucy replied.

"I…see…Anyway! I'm about to leave, is there any important medical shit; that I probably won't care to remember, I should know?" I asked.

"Well…There's really nothing I can tell you unless you live with her. So if you do, just make sure she eats healthy. So no junk and no skipping meals. Also make sure she doesn't purge. You should be proud of yourself my boy, you stopped her before anything serious occurred." The doctor replied beaming at me.

"Oh, thanks?" I said. "I mean, it's not like I really did anything. She just fainted so I called 911. It's not brain surgery."

"Actually brain surgery is easier than people think. Anyway, are you sure you don't know anyone she lives with? I mean, from the way you were worrying about her, it seemed like you two were quite close." Dr. Saucy explained with a smile.

"Well no, actually I think she might live by herself." I replied ignoring the last part of his comment.

"What! Somebody needs to be with her! My boy, is there any way you could take this girl home with you? You seem like a respectable gentleman. I'm sure you'd take good care of the child." He said with a pleading tone to his voice.

"Well…I don't know. We aren't really on good terms…"

"Please! It would really be a help to the poor girl. I saw her arms, honestly…I think the best cure would be someone to look after her. And that someone, it could be you."

I took a deep breath and thought it through. Maybe Tess had changed for the best, and Nate would finally get to see her. Plus Jason actually likes her. "Alright Doc, I'll take Tess home with me." I replied.

"Excellent!" Dr. Saucy said patting my on the back.

What was I getting myself into?