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Song: Meet you There – Busted

"I said things I didn't mean, Should have stayed calm"

I watched as he walked into the room. His hair a mess and his clothes, well not something a normal guy would wear. Marching up to me he didn't say a word. I was subbing for our receptionist Essence. Normally I was only an intern, helping out here and there, but that's not where this all starts.

"Am I in the right building?" He asked his voice harsh and cold

"If you mean you have an appointment for Dr. Dean's, then yes" I said making my voice monotone to match his

"Shane Grey" He said and my mouth dropped. Shane Grey was at…our psychiatrist office. Clearing my throat and looking down at the list of patients for today I saw his name. And it seemed to be magnified, almost bold. And I wondered how I never noticed it before.

"Umm…yes, you can see her now. First door on the left" I said pointing down the hall. And with that Shane Grey disappeared.

"Mitchie" Ms. Dean said over the speaker phone

"Yes, Ms. Dean" I said

"Would you like to observe this time. I'll let Amanda man the desk" She said. And I knew that I wasn't supposed to turn this opportunity down. Not at all.

"Yes, I'm coming" I said standing up and walking out from around the desk.

"Have fun" Amanda said slipping back behind the desk.

I took a big gulp of air as I wondered down the hall. Opening the door I saw Ms. Dean smiling. And on the couch was a very unhappy looking Shane Grey. She motioned for me to come forward and I did. Even though my legs felt like they were in auto-pilot. She pointed to the chair next to her and I sat down.

"What is she doing here" He spat

"Mr. Grey, this is Mitchie she is one of our finest interns and I have asked her to observe this session.

"Great another screaming fan girl" He said sarcastically

"For your information, I'm not a fan of Connect 3 at all" I said lying. Oh gosh, what did I just say? Blushing I looked down at my chucks.

"Joy, it's another hater then" He said

"Hey, it's….not…like t-t-that" I said trying to think of what to say.

"Sure it isn't because you're a…"He started before he was cut off

"Okay, let's begin" Ms, Dean said telling me with her eyes to behave. And I said back that I was trying.

"Shane what brings you here?" She asked

"Nate, thinks it would do me some justice to see a psychiatrist." he said fiddling with his so called 'purity' ring.

"And do you agree with him?" She asked

"No" Great a guy who only gives one word answers. This should be fun. I thought rolling my eyes, receiving a reprimanding stare for Ms. Dean. Sorry I mouthed.

"Do you have any idea why you're here?" She asked

"Uh…because I have 'issues' according to my manager" he said

"Well Shane you're done for today for ONE reason"

"Whatever" he said dismissing what she just said

"But you're touring again next week" She said

"Yeah, so what?" he asked in an obnoxious tone

"And I've been talking to Jeff, your manager" She said

"Great" he said sarcastically

"And he thinks it's best that Mitchie goes on tour with you to continue the sessions. And I trust her to do a good job of keeping you in line." She said

"What?!!!!!!!" We both screamed

"Mitchie," She said turning to face me "I've talked to your parents you're going to be…umm…like peer mediating Shane while he's on tour"

"But what about school?" I asked

"Who gives a shit about school" Shane said

"Shane language, and Mitchie we're gotten that taken care of" She said

"You're kidding me. I have to go on tour with him" I said

"Don't be too pleased sweetie" He said

"Don't call me sweetie." I said drawing the line

"Whatever" He said dismissing the thought.

"Fine, I'll do it" I said giving in

"Great, I'll e-mail you every day, oh and catch" She said throwing me a P.D.A.

"Thanks" I said

"Well you're going to need it" She said

"Okay then can I go" Shane said in an irritated voice. Gosh, what is wrong with him. He has everything, but doesn't see it.

"One minute. Mitchie you can go home now and don't worry about coming back to work for the next week" She said dismissing us

"You're not seriously coming on tour with us?" he asked

"Well apparently I am" I said grabbing my coat and purse from around the counter

"Well then I guess we could try to get along" He said

"Get along with what? A jerk of a popstar who has everything, but doesn't seem to realize that he's living everyone else's dreams" I said opening the door to leave

"It's rockstar" he said

"You've got to be kidding me" I said stepping out into the cool autumn air

"Well then maybe you shouldn't be so bitchie" He said

"Well than maybe you should be more like a real person" I retorted back. And seeing something change in his eyes, I felt sort of bad for him

"I didn't know that even you thought that about me" He said, his voice low

"Well that's one thing that you'd never know about a person" I said turning to walk home

"Mitchie wait" He said turning me around to face me

"What?" I asked impatient to just get home

"I can be a real person" he said

"I believe you can too, but that's something you're going to have to prove to everyone else" I said

"Well can I prove it to you?" He asked

"You're going to have to" I said

"Can I see your cell phone?" he asked and I shrugged giving it to him

I watched as he punched in some numbers and called his own phone. Saving the number as Shane on my phone and as Mitchie on his. I watched him close his phone and slip it back into his pocket before closing mine and giving it back to me.

"I'll prove it to you" he said before walking away from me.

Well this tour could be interesting after all.

.Glass