<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/xsl/rss2html.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/scripts/wpcss/wiki/ilovethejonasbrothers4ever/skin/islander/rss" type="text/css" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><channel><title>Jonas Brothers Fan Site - Recently Updated Pages</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/pageSearch/updated</link><description>Recently Updated Pages on http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com</description><language>en-us</language><webMaster>info@wetpaint.com</webMaster><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:14:10 CST</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:14:10 CST</lastBuildDate><generator>wetpaint.com</generator><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>Jonas Brothers Fan Site</title><url>http://image.wetpaint.com/image/1/_cWFceKJPFAy4Hx70Hl6IQ95233</url><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com</link><description>A Fan Site for Jonas Brothers fans to share music, videos, music, lyrics, and anything else related to the Jonas Brothers!</description></image><item><title>Sk8ter Boi</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Sk8ter+Boi</link><author>SoccerChick874</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Sk8ter+Boi</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 16:14:10 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#6090f0&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&amp;#39;s just a boy, and she&amp;#39;s just a girl, can I make it any more obvious?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>~Totally Jonas Chatroom~$hot$!!</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/%7ETotally+Jonas+Chatroom%7E%24hot%24%21%21</link><author>Angelo347</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/%7ETotally+Jonas+Chatroom%7E%24hot%24%21%21</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:50:25 CST</pubDate><description> 				&lt;h2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Week of [Month, Day, Year]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; class=&quot;wp-border-all&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot; class=&quot;wp-border-all&quot; width=&quot;50%&quot;&gt; 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  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#5454f0&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because you&amp;#39;re broken now doesn&amp;#39;t mean you&amp;#39;ll be that way forever... you&amp;#39;re not alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Hey, guys! This is Season 3 Of One Step At A Time - Behind These Hazel Eyes.&lt;br&gt;Now that Camilla&amp;#39;s out of the picture, Sam and Joe are more than happy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;But what if jealousy takes over, and new friends become enemies? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Will Sam and Joe ever be the same?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out by reading my new story, Behind These Hazel Eyes!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(And again, this story is completely fictional - except the celebs and towns I mention.... and these celebs aren&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;t &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; this mean in real life.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;The Original Cast!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samantha as Samantha Stoneridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s Mom as Teresa Stoneridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demi Lovato as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joe Jonas as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nick Jonas as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Jonas as themselves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas as himself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus as Miley Stewart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift as herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ashley Tisdale as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selena Gomez as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emily Osment as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Frankie Jonas as himself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big Rob as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;And some new faces...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam Lambert as himself (American Idol Season 8 Runner-up)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kris Allen as himself (American Idol Season 8 Winner) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allison Iraheta as herself (American Idol Season 8 Top 4) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Danny Gokey as himself (American Idol Season 8 Top 3)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ed1a9c&quot;&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ed1a9c&quot;&gt;Chapter One&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ed1a9c&quot;&gt;Before The Storm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam is writing in her diary* &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Two words - Upside down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;This past summer has been totally insane! What with Camilla trying to rip me and Joe apart...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Now that she&amp;#39;s leaving us alone, me and Joe can finally relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;It seems as if protecting our relationship has become our second job!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;I mean, first it was Taylor, then it was Camilla.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Honestly, I&amp;#39;m glad all this drama is behind us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Now it&amp;#39;s a brand new year, and I&amp;#39;m ready to start all over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Oh, and guess what?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna be on American Idol this year!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Isn&amp;#39;t that insane? I just LOVE watching that show!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Maybe I&amp;#39;ll meet some new friends along the way... who knows?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Well, I gotta go. Time for school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Yay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;TTYL,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0f7dbd&quot;&gt;Sam XOXO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam closes her diary and puts it on her shelf*&lt;br&gt;*Sam grabs her backpack and runs downstairs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Gotta go Mom, see ya later!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam hugs her mom and runs out the door*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Uh... bye?&amp;quot; Sam&amp;#39;s mom says, a bit rushed.&lt;br&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom sighs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Kids these days... always rushing around.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;****************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*DEMI!&amp;quot; Sam shouts when she sees her best friend.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;SAMMY!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*they run to hug each other, and they fall down*&lt;br&gt;*they burst out laughing*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Are you okay?&amp;quot; Sam says in between laughs.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m fine.. and you?&amp;quot; Demi says, giggling.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll live.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Demi laughs*&lt;br&gt;*they start walking to school*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So, excited for school today? We have art...&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yay. No, not really, Dems.. I don&amp;#39;t like high school that much right now. Grade 10 is a drag.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Except for art.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam giggles as they walk into the schoolyard*&lt;br&gt;*Sam gets butterflies when she sees The Jonas Brothers across the schoolyard*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh look, it&amp;#39;s your boyfriend. &lt;i&gt;Hey guys&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot; Demi waves to JB.&lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;She&amp;#39;s out to get me... I swear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;*they see Demi waving and start to walk over to the girls*&lt;br&gt;*Sam waves, smiling*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&lt;i&gt; know &lt;/i&gt;I get nervous sometimes around Joe... &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt; did you do that?!&amp;quot; Sam said, still smiling and waving. &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Because he&amp;#39;s your boo. You shouldn&amp;#39;t be scared of him.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not scared of him.. it&amp;#39;s called being crazy in love. Haven&amp;#39;t you ever heard that song?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, by Beyonce and Jay-Z? Yeah... wow, Sam. That&amp;#39;s old.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So? I&amp;#39;m trying to make a point.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe sighs loudly, which startles Demi and Sam*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What are y&amp;#39;all fighting about now?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, Sam. What &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; we fighting about?&amp;quot; Demi urged Sam to blurt something out.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We weren&amp;#39;t &lt;i&gt;fighting&lt;/i&gt;. We were... &lt;i&gt;discussing&lt;/i&gt;! Discussing... girl stuff. Yeah, you don&amp;#39;t wanna know.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Sam looked at Demi and smiled*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Right, Demi?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I hate how things always work out for you.&amp;quot; Demi mumbled.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No they don&amp;#39;t. Since when?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Since you moved here. You&amp;#39;re dating a rockstar. Since then two girls have tried to steal him from you... and you always win.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That was twice! And weren&amp;#39;t you glad that I came out on top? Taylor and Camilla are really obnoxious. And if you think that Joe&amp;#39;s something to be won, then you&amp;#39;re &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; hatin&amp;#39;.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, yeah?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Demi turns to Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We weren&amp;#39;t talking about girl stuff. Sam told me that she sometimes gets nervous around you, and we were &amp;#39;discussing&amp;#39; that. It&amp;#39;s because she &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; loves you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe smiles curiously at Sam*&lt;br&gt;*Sam gapes at Demi*&lt;br&gt;*the bell rings*&lt;br&gt;*everyone starts walking towards the front door*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re dead to me.&amp;quot; Sam mumbles to Demi.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Who&amp;#39;s hatin&amp;#39; now?&amp;quot; Demi said, smiling.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hold that thought.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam turns to Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;See you at free period?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Of course.&amp;quot; Joe says with a smile.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Can&amp;#39;t wait.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam and Joe kiss*&lt;br&gt;*Sam waves goodbye to Joe, and catches up with Demi*&lt;br&gt;*Sam sits beside Demi in Science class*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;You&amp;#39;ll&lt;/i&gt; be the one hatin&amp;#39; when you see who we have for Science.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Uhm, don&amp;#39;t we always have Ms. Cheroke?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, but she has the flu. So we have a substitute.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Isn&amp;#39;t that what &lt;i&gt;usually&lt;/i&gt; happens when a teacher is sick?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Of course. But the principal couldn&amp;#39;t find anyone. And in study hall, my mom texted me. She said that your mom called her and wanted me to tell you that-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*the principal walks in the classroom*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Good morning, students!&amp;quot; She said in the most happy-go-lucky sounding voice you have ever heard. &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair.&amp;quot; the class replied dully.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t see those bright smiling faces!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Good morning, Mrs. Sinclair!&amp;quot; the class said, faking smiles.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t &lt;i&gt;stand&lt;/i&gt; our principal. She&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; happy that it makes me wanna turn emo.&amp;quot; Demi mutters to Sam.&lt;br&gt;*Sam giggles*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;As you all know, your regular Science teacher, Ms. Cheroke has the flu. And I couldn&amp;#39;t find anyone to replace her. So instead, I made some phone calls, and found the perfect substitute!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, boy. This should be good. I wonder what slap-happy person she found to replace our teacher.&amp;quot; Demi whispers to Sam.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d like you all to welcome, the mother of one of our very own...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*a pretty-looking lady steps into the room*&lt;br&gt;*Demi&amp;#39;s mouth drops to the floor*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mrs. Cassandra Lovato!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*everyone turns to look at Demi*&lt;br&gt;*Demi&amp;#39;s mom waves at her*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve GOT to be kidding me.&amp;quot; Demi said, stunned.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, &lt;i&gt;that&amp;#39;s&lt;/i&gt; what I wanted to tell you earlier, but I figured it would be best if you found out yourself.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*the bell rings, 70 minutes later, and Demi pratically runs out of the room*&lt;br&gt;*Sam catches up to her and grabs hold of her arm, laughing the whole time*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh my goodness, your mom... is &lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Demi glares at Sam*&lt;br&gt;*Sam looks away uncomfortably*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah.. wasn&amp;#39;t it funny when she told the WHOLE class about the rubber ducky incident?&amp;quot; Demi muttered.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry for laughing, Dems. It was hilarious. And I was there when it happened. So that makes it even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; funny.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If you want a broken arm, Sam.. just keep talking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam pretends to zip her lips shut*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Gosh, Demi... take a chill pill.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Very funny, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Uh, Demi.. that wasn&amp;#39;t me?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam turns around*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh my gosh!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe bursts out laughing*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Did I &lt;i&gt;scare&lt;/i&gt; you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No...&amp;quot; Sam mumbles.&lt;br&gt;*Joe looks at his watch*&lt;br&gt;*Joe holds Sam&amp;#39;s hand, and she giggles*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wanna get to free period now?&amp;quot; Joe whispers to Sam.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot; Sam says, with a big smile on her face.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Bye Dems.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Sammy.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam waves at Demi, as Joe drags her down the hall by her hand*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>One Step At A Time</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/One+Step+At+A+Time</link><author>SoccerChick874</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/One+Step+At+A+Time</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:30:04 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt; b&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;(Here&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;One Step At A Time Music Video by &lt;u&gt;Jordin Sparks&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.comhttp://www.imeem.com/iunique/video/QLplLz_3/jordin_sparks_one_step_at_a_time_music_video&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;http://www.imeem.com/iunique/video/QLplLz_3/jordin_sparks_one_step_at_a_time_music_video&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Here&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;Poor Unfortunate Souls&amp;quot; Music Video by &lt;u&gt;The Jonas Brothers!!&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.comhttp://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCXiczrRUSg&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ee&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCXiczrRUSg&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Hey JB fans! My story, One Step At A Time, is about a new girl named Samantha moving from California to New Jersey, and the only friend she has is Demi Lovato, who also used to live in California, but moved because her dad got a job there. She has to go to East High School the next day, which will change her forever. Hope you guys like it! I&amp;#39;ll keep posting frequently so you don&amp;#39;t get bored with what I&amp;#39;ve got so far. This story is COMPLETELY FICTONAL - except a few towns and celebs that are in this story. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring (in order of appearance):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Samantha as Samantha Stoneridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s Mom as Teresa Stoneridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Demi Lovato as herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Jonas as himself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick Jonas as himself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Jonas as themselves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas as himself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Miley Cyrus as Miley Stewart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Taylor Swift as herself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ashley Tisdale as herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selena Gomez as herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emily Osment as herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Start All Over&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;But mom, why do we have to move, I like it here!&amp;quot; I whined. Me and my mom were in the car, ready to drive to our new destination, New Jersey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sammy, hunny, it&amp;#39;s for the best. Besides, you&amp;#39;ll meet new friends!&amp;quot; My mom tried to convince me, but I really didn&amp;#39;t want to leave California. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve lived here my whole life, it&amp;#39;s like I&amp;#39;m leaving everything behind and forgetting my childhood!&amp;quot; I held my tears back. I wanted to leave here with some dignity. &amp;quot;Did I forget to mention the house we&amp;#39;re moving into is right next to Demi&amp;#39;s?&amp;quot; I suddenly lightened up. &amp;quot;Really? Oh, I can&amp;#39;t wait to see her... let&amp;#39;s go!&amp;quot; And so it begins....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meanwhile... in New Jersey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*thinking* &lt;i&gt;Where did I put my phone? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, there it is!&amp;quot; Demi exclaimed. She picked up her cell phone and punched in *56, and waited for the dial tone. *low beeep* *on the other end of the phone* &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Hello?&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, it&amp;#39;s Demi.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Oh, hey Demi, what&amp;#39;s up?&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; You know my BFF I told you about, Samantha Stoneridge?&amp;quot; &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, why? *nervous tone in voice* Did something happen?&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, no. She just called me. She&amp;#39;s moving here! Isn&amp;#39;t that awesome?! I haven&amp;#39;t seen her since I was 6!&amp;quot; &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Cool! Now I can meet her. Is she coming to East High?&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Yup. She starts tomorrow.&amp;quot; &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Great... what classes does she have?&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not psychic! She hasn&amp;#39;t gotten them yet. I&amp;#39;ll text you them tomorrow.&amp;quot; &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;OK. Gotta go. Bye Dems!&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Bye. *she hangs up* Oh, this is so great! I&amp;#39;m so excited!&amp;quot;*phone rings and starts to play &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;La La Land&amp;quot;*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Demi opens it and reads the text message*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Demi.. me and Miley r going 2 c Paul Blart: Mall Cop- wanna come with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selena xoxo =D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*She texts Selena back*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey selena... I&amp;#39;d love 2! meet u @ the movie theater in about 15 min., &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dems XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*puts her phone in her pocket*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi runs downstars and out the door* &amp;quot;Bye mom! I&amp;#39;m going to see Mall Cop with my friends!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ok, hunny, drive safe... and have fun!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I will!&amp;quot; *car door slams and tires squeal as Demi drives to the theater*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here I Am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The story so far: Sam&amp;#39;s on her way to New Jersey and Demi&amp;#39;s at the movies with Selena and Miley, after she called her best friend to tell her Sam&amp;#39;s moving next to her. Now we&amp;#39;re going to check in with Sam and her mom. (Oh, by the way, Sam&amp;#39;s dad isn&amp;#39;t around anymore - he got hit by a bus a couple of years back, and the injuries he suffered were fatal - and Sam doesn&amp;#39;t talk about it much, so that&amp;#39;s why he&amp;#39;s not mentioned in the first chapter.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We&amp;#39;re here!&amp;quot; My mom shouted. When I&amp;#39;m asleep, my mom usually shouts to wake me up. I hate her for that... especially now, when I was dreaming about me becoming a singer. Picture this - a stage, (with me on it of course) singing one of my songs that I wrote, and a fan screaming, &amp;quot;We&amp;#39;re here! We&amp;#39;re here!&amp;quot;.... I finally woke up, regretting it the second I did. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m up, I&amp;#39;m up!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sorry, sweetie, I just wanted to tell you that we&amp;#39;re finally at our new house in New Jersey!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Well, could you tell me &lt;i&gt;quieter &lt;/i&gt;next time?... Wait, at our new house...&amp;quot; I froze. &amp;quot;DEMI!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hopped out of the car. &amp;quot;Which house?&amp;quot; Mom pointed to this nice, big house. It looked like this: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam runs to Demi&amp;#39;s house, and Demi sees her* &amp;quot;Oh my gosh! Sammy!&amp;quot; *Demi runs out the front door and hugs Sam, and Sam hugs back* &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s been so long! Like... 9 years! Did you have your 16th b-day yet?&amp;quot; Demi asked me. &amp;quot;No, it&amp;#39;s in 2 weeks... June 6th, did you forget?&amp;quot; I said. You can forget a LOT when you don&amp;#39;t see someone for a few years. &amp;quot;Forget? No....&amp;quot; She paused. &amp;quot;More like.... slipped my mind. Hey, wanna come up to my room?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;YEAH!&amp;quot; I said.. I was so excited to see Dems again. &amp;quot;Hold it, young lady.&amp;quot; My mom said with a stern tone in her voice. &amp;quot;We still have to unpack!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Mom, later? PLEASE?! I&amp;#39;ll be home by 6:00.&amp;quot; I pleaded. &amp;quot;Ok, but 6:00 and no later.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ok, thanks mom. Love you, bye!&amp;quot; * Demi and Sam run up to Demi&amp;#39;s room*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;********************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 hours later...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t wait for you to see our school. It&amp;#39;s MASSIVE!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I bet! Hey, did you guys have dinner yet?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, but it&amp;#39;s getting kinda late, though.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;LATE! Oh, no.... Demi, do you have a clock?&amp;quot; *Demi points to her dresser*  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry, Dems. I&amp;#39;m late. Talk to you at school tomorrow. See ya!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bye, Sam!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At Sam&amp;#39;s part of the house..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Mom, I&amp;#39;m so sorry! Me and Demi got caught up, and I lost track of....&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t worry, hunny. I did it for you. But next time, I&amp;#39;m leaving it for you to do, understand?&amp;quot; My mom said. Most parents don&amp;#39;t get you, but she&amp;#39;s an exception. &amp;quot;Thanks, mom!&amp;quot; *Sam runs to hug her* &amp;quot;Now get some sleep. It&amp;#39;s a big day for you at school tomorrow.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ok, mom. Good night!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Until You&amp;#39;re Mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay... so this chapter is all at school (except when Sam wakes up and when we&amp;#39;re with Demi at her house)... so let the drama begin!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*alarm clock beeps, then plays &amp;quot;Got Me Goin&amp;#39; Crazy&amp;quot; by the Jonas Brothers* *Sam moans* &amp;quot;School day...&amp;quot; *thinks about where she is* &amp;quot;...at East High!&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;In her walk-in closet...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam walks in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What to wear.... gotta stand out....&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nah, too girly....&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nah, too classy. I&amp;#39;m not going to a fancy tea party.&amp;quot; *thinking* &lt;i&gt;Thank goodness, too. I&amp;#39;m not THIS classy.... I wonder if this is my mom&amp;#39;s...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nah, too... ooh, I like this one!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 minutes later...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*walks to the bathroom* &amp;quot;What to do with my hair...&amp;quot; *looks at watch* &amp;quot;... I guess I&amp;#39;ll just clip it up...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Demi....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh I love this outfit!&amp;quot; *runs downstairs to her mom* &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t you just love this, mom?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I love it, sweetie! Are you going to go get Sam on your way to school?&amp;quot; Her mom questioned. &amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; *glances at watch* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d better get going... school is in, like 20 minutes!&amp;quot; Demi rushed out the door. *mom calls after her* &amp;quot;Have a good day!&amp;quot; *Demi yells back* &amp;quot;You too!&amp;quot; *runs over to Sam&amp;#39;s door and rings to doorbell* *Sam answers it* &amp;quot;Oh, hey Demi. You ready?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Since last night! I picked this outfit out last night..... I&amp;#39;m just so excited for you to meet my best friend!&amp;quot; Demi replied, very quickly, too. &amp;quot;Oh, same old Demi..... wait, which best friend? Have I already met her?&amp;quot; I puzzled. Demi always talks about her life, but she&amp;#39;s never mentioned a best friend before. &amp;quot;First of all, it&amp;#39;s a &lt;i&gt;him, &lt;/i&gt;and second..... yeah, not in person, but you have..... OK, come on, let&amp;#39;s go!!&amp;quot; Demi was practically pulling me out the door. &amp;quot;Wait a sec! I need my bag.&amp;quot; *Sam picks up a Jonas Brothers bag*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Ooh, nice bag, Sammy!&amp;quot; *pause* &amp;quot;Can I have it?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;NO WAY! I got this in Florida, and it was expensive.... sorry Dems. Come on! Let&amp;#39;s go to school already!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You used to hate school when you were little!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, I know.... but I wanna see what yours looks like before I hate it.&amp;quot; *winks* &amp;quot;JK. Come on!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;*********************************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;At East High School... 5 minutes later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi and Sam get there* &amp;quot;So, what do you think?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I love it Demi! But... why is everyone dancing?&amp;quot; Usually you don&amp;#39;t see EVERYONE dancing at the same time... especially at school. &amp;quot;Oh, they&amp;#39;re practicing for the upcoming musical... this is the school they filmed HSM at... all 3.&amp;quot; Demi replied. &amp;quot;Oh my goodness! There&amp;#39;s Zac, and Vanessa, And Ashley!&amp;quot; I was starstruck. I love HSM! &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ll meet them later. Let&amp;#39;s go inside. *They walk in* &amp;quot;Wow, Dems, this school IS massive! I&amp;#39;ll definetly LOVE it here!&amp;quot; *Sam looks away to see this familiar face* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sure you will, Sam. Oh and did I mention, my best friend is.....&amp;quot; *faded out by Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* Is that... JOE JONAS? NO WAY.. not here. He&amp;#39;s FAMOUS! Well, so&amp;#39;s Zac and them. He&amp;#39;s so amazing. Wait, is he coming over HERE&lt;/i&gt;? &amp;quot;......I called last night, he can&amp;#39;t wait to meet you!&amp;quot; *Sam looks back at Demi* &amp;quot;Who?&amp;quot; *he walks up to Sam and Demi* &amp;quot;Hey, Demi! Nice outfit!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Aww, thanks!&amp;quot; Demi started blushing, and I couldn&amp;#39;t help but laugh. *he turns to look at Sam* &amp;quot;So.... you must be Samantha. Hi, I&amp;#39;m Joe Jonas.&amp;quot; *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* It IS Joe! What do I say?! What do I &lt;/i&gt;d&lt;i&gt;o?! &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, that&amp;#39;s me....&amp;quot; *Sam blushes* &amp;quot;....I love your music! I have, like, every CD. You guys are so amazing!&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Thanks! It&amp;#39;s so nice actually talking to a girl, instead of running from them.&amp;quot; *They all laugh, then Sam thinks&lt;i&gt;* Joe seems kinda shy. I&amp;#39;ve never seen him like this. Oh, he&amp;#39;s so cute! Wait, do I like him? &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, I&amp;#39;m a bit more mature than that. Sam, on the other hand, I don&amp;#39;t know...&amp;quot; Demi teased. She likes to make jokes about me around someone I like. But she doesn&amp;#39;t know I like Joe.... does she? *sarcastic* &amp;quot;Hahaha...&amp;quot; That Demi... what can ya do? &amp;quot;So.... Sam, are you new here?&amp;quot; *Demi hits Joe* &amp;quot;Of course she is! Have you ever seen her around here?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ow.... that hurt.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No it didn&amp;#39;t. Take it like a man! You have muscles.... well, use them!&amp;quot; Demi practically shouted at Joe. &amp;quot;Yeah, it DID hurt..... but enough about me.... let&amp;#39;s talk about &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;quot; Joe said to me... I think I actually do kinda like him! &amp;quot;Well... I&amp;#39;m... not that interesting. Basically boring, people might say.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t LOOK uninteresting... actually...&amp;quot; Joe paused &amp;quot;..... you look pretty cute to me.&amp;quot; *Joe winks at me* *Sam thinks&lt;i&gt;* Am I in heaven? &amp;#39;Cause this CAN&amp;#39;T be real. Joe actually said I&amp;#39;M cute! &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re not too bad yourself&lt;i&gt;, Joseph&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So, Sam... do you, um...&amp;quot; Joe&amp;#39;s sentence just trailed off.... he sounded really nervous. &amp;quot;Yeah? Do I what?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Do you wanna hang out later... on your free period?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Well.... I don&amp;#39;t know....&amp;quot; *Sam paused, and Joe looked regrettful, like he shouldn&amp;#39;t have asked* &amp;quot;....are you kidding? I&amp;#39;d LOVE to.&amp;quot; *Sam smiles at Joe, and he smiles back, relieved* &amp;quot;Cool.&amp;quot; *bell rings* &amp;quot;What class do you have?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Um....&amp;quot;*Sam looks at schedule Demi gave her and groans* &amp;quot;GYM! If I have to cheerlead, I&amp;#39;m gonna die. Cheerleading is seriously overrated, I mean... &amp;quot; *Joe cuts her off* &amp;quot;Hey, me too. Want me to walk you there?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure. Let&amp;#39;s go.&amp;quot; *While they&amp;#39;re walking, Joe smiles at her* &amp;quot;Why are you looking at me like that?&amp;quot; *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* I&amp;#39;ll seriously pass out if I have something in my teeth... how EMBARASSING! &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know, you seem different....&amp;quot; *he pauses* &amp;quot;GOOD different. You don&amp;#39;t scream like every other girl when they see me.That&amp;#39;s kinda nice.&amp;quot; Joe stated. &amp;quot;I do... just not out loud.&amp;quot; *I wink at Joe, and he laughs* &amp;quot;So... working on any new songs?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Well....&amp;quot; *their voices get quieter as they disappear into the hallway* &amp;quot;Aww, they&amp;#39;re so cute together!&amp;quot; *Demi pauses* &amp;quot;Oh, I gotta get to Math!&amp;quot; *Demi quickly runs to her class*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what Joe was wearing, by the way:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Four&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hello Beautiful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope you guys love the story so far! I do! Well, I wrote it, so... Anyways, I&amp;#39;m going to skip the Gym part, and go on from where Sam and Joe are enjoying their free period. Joe asks Sam the most amazing question that Sam has ever heard... don&amp;#39;t miss this chapter of One Step At A Time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;After Gym class...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Joe walk out* &amp;quot;Ok, remind me never to wear a necktie on Gym days...&amp;quot; Sam almost got her necktie caught on the door on the way in to Gym. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll try and remember. So... does your free period start now..?&amp;quot; Joe asked me. &amp;quot;Yeah, does yours?&amp;quot; *Joe nods* &amp;quot;Follow me, I wanna show you something.&amp;quot; *Joe grabs Sam&amp;#39;s hand* *Sam giggles* &amp;quot;You have the most adorable laugh...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Thanks!&amp;quot; *Sam blushes* &amp;quot;Ok, close your eyes until I say so, okay?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Joe leads her to his secret place* &amp;quot;Ok, open your eyes&amp;quot; *Sam opens them* &amp;quot;Oh, Joe... this is beautiful!&amp;quot; I was shocked... this was the most beautiful place I&amp;#39;ve ever seen, and been to! *Sam hugs Joe, and Joe likes it, so he hugs her back* &amp;quot;I LOVE this... thanks for bringing me here...&amp;quot; *Sam pulls away, and Joe makes a cute pouty face* &amp;quot;I kinda wasn&amp;#39;t done hugging you...&amp;quot; *He smiles and pulls her close to him* &amp;quot;Mmmm....&amp;quot; *Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Best day of &lt;u&gt;my life&lt;/u&gt;... I hope it never ends.... &lt;/i&gt;*Joe smiles... then pauses* &amp;quot;Oh, I have a surprise for you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The secret place WASN&amp;#39;T the suprise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope... not ALL of it...&amp;quot; He always has something more to give... that&amp;#39;s one of the MANY, MANY things I like about Joe Jonas. &amp;quot;Come here... I wanna run something by you...&amp;quot; *gets his guitar and starts to sing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Every time I think I&amp;#39;m closer to the heart&lt;br&gt;What it means to know just who I am&lt;br&gt;I think I finally found a better place to start&lt;br&gt;No one ever seems to understand&lt;br&gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br&gt;Could it be you&amp;#39;re not that far?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head &lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need &lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the remedy im searching hard to find&lt;br&gt;To fix the puzzle that I see inside&lt;br&gt;Painting all my dreams the color of your smile&lt;br&gt;When I find you it will be alright&lt;br&gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br&gt;Could it be you&amp;#39;re not that far?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need&lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been feeling lost&lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t find the words to say&lt;br&gt;Spending all my time stuck in yesterday&lt;br&gt;Where you are is where I wanna be&lt;br&gt;Next to you, you next to me&lt;br&gt;Oh &lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head &lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you (need to find you)&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you (yeah)&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need&lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you (I gotta find you)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you (need to find you)&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you (gotta find you)&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need&lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;*song ends*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Joe that was beautiful... but didn&amp;#39;t you run that by Demi in Camp Rock already?&amp;quot; *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;Yeah... but did you like it?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No...&amp;quot; *Joe frowns* &amp;quot;I LOVED it... every second of it. *Sam smiles at Joe, and Joe sits closer to Sam* &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re really talented, Joe. God blessed you with such a great voice... stage presence... you&amp;#39;re really talented. And you don&amp;#39;t look half bad, either.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Awww... thanks Sam.&amp;quot; *Joe blushes* &amp;quot;I thought guys never blushed!&amp;quot; *Joe coughs* &amp;quot;ANYWAYS... yeah, I don&amp;#39;t hear that very often.... except from my mom... &amp;#39;cause all the fans usually say something like... &amp;#39;JOE! I LOVE YOU, YOU&amp;#39;RE SO HOT! MARRY ME JOE!&amp;#39;... then they scream, making me deaf for hours on end. It drives me crazy, but I love it.... most of it anyways. The ear-splitting screams... I could do without.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* &amp;quot;Thanks for being honest, Sam. I don&amp;#39;t usually fall in love with a liar.&amp;quot; *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* In LOVE?! With ME?! I MUST be dreaming... this cannot be real! &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; I lie... sometimes... only when necessary.&amp;quot; *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* Why in the world did I say that? Now he won&amp;#39;t love me! =( &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;So do I. When I was little, me and Nick ate ice cream out of the bin, then put it back in the fridge. Then Kevin wanted some, but we only left one scoop. So when he asked who ate the ice cream, we pointed to our dog, Coco....&amp;quot; Silence. &amp;quot;She... um, died a while back.&amp;quot; Joe looked down. He must really love that dog. &amp;quot;Awww... I&amp;#39;m sorry. My dog died when I was little.. she was a Samoyd.&amp;quot; *Joe burst into laughter* &amp;quot;Can I can you that?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;NO! What kind of name is that? It&amp;#39;s a BREED...&amp;quot; Sam pauses. &amp;quot; ...her name was Patches.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s cute. We have a labrador retriever named Elvis, now. He&amp;#39;s adorable...&amp;quot; Joe said. &amp;quot;Going back to that ice cream thing... it makes me think... Joseph, you are one crazy boy.&amp;quot; *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;Well... yeah... but does it look like I care?&amp;quot; *Joe sticks his tongue out at Sam* *Sam sticks her tongue out at Joe* *They both laugh* Silence... again. *Joe turns to look at Sam* *He kisses her on the cheek* *Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widen* *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* Did JOE JONAS just kiss ME on the cheek, or am I having the most wonderful dream?.... I hope it&amp;#39;s real... &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;W-what was that for?&amp;quot; Sam was so nervous, it looked like she was going to faint. &amp;quot;For being you.&amp;quot; *Joe smiles at Sam* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not that great.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You might not think so... but I do.&amp;quot; *Joe holds Sam* &amp;quot;Sam....&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot; *Looks at Sam* &amp;quot;I....&amp;quot; Joe pauses. &amp;quot;You what?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I lo-&amp;quot; *bell rings* &amp;quot;Oh, we better get to class... what do you have right now?&amp;quot; Sam asked Joe. &amp;quot;Science.&amp;quot; *Joe scoffs* &amp;quot;I hate it, but I need to learn it. What about you?&amp;quot; *Sam frowns* &amp;quot;I have French...&amp;quot; *Joe sounds sad* &amp;quot;Oh... well, see ya tomorrow.&amp;quot; *Joe gets up and turns to walk away* &amp;quot;Why do we have to wait until tomorrow?&amp;quot; *Joe turns around* &amp;quot;You can come to my house after school if you want to. My mom loves it when I bring friends home.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Really Sam?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Of course! Well, got to get to class...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bye Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bye Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Five&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Right Here, Right Now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*girl storms off*&amp;quot;UGH&lt;/font&gt;! I CAN&amp;#39;T BELIEVE THIS!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*FLASHBACK*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*girl overhears someone&amp;#39;s conversation* &amp;quot;Going back to that ice cream thing... it makes me think... Joseph, you are one crazy boy.&amp;quot; *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;Well... yeah... but does it look like I care?&amp;quot; *Joe sticks his tongue out at Sam* *Sam sticks her tongue out at Joe* *They both laugh* Silence... again. *Joe turns to look at Sam* *He kisses her on the cheek* *Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widen* *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* Did JOE JONAS just kiss ME on the cheek, or am I having the most wonderful dream?.... I hope it&amp;#39;s real... &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;W-what was that for?&amp;quot; Sam was so nervous, it looked like she was going to faint. &amp;quot;For being you.&amp;quot; *Joe smiles at Sam* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not that great.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You might not think so... but I do.&amp;quot; *Joe holds Sam* *girl is shocked, and then storms off to her class*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*END FLASHBACK* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;At The Jonas Brothers House&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe walks in the door* &amp;quot;Hey, mom, I&amp;#39;m home!&amp;quot; *looks around* &amp;quot;Mom?&amp;quot; *goes to Nick&amp;#39;s room and knocks on the door* *Nick unlocks his door* &amp;quot;Hey Joe...&amp;quot; *Nick sobbing* *Denise sees Joe* &amp;quot;Hi, hunny.&amp;quot; *Kevin sees Joe, too* &amp;quot;Hey&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hey, mom... hey, Kevin.... what&amp;#39;s wrong with Nick?&amp;quot; *Nick goes up to mom and Joe, sobbing* &amp;quot;Selena dumped me yesterday...... for David Henrie.&amp;quot; *Denise hugs Nick* &amp;quot;Oh, hunny... it&amp;#39;s okay.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, Nick, it&amp;#39;ll be okay. She isn&amp;#39;t good enough for you anyway.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ya think so?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No... I know so.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe&amp;#39;s phone rings &amp;quot;Lovebug&amp;quot;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, hold on, I&amp;#39;m getting a text from Sam. *Nick, Kevin and Denise* &amp;quot;Who&amp;#39;s Sam?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh, just this girl....&amp;quot; *all 3* &amp;quot;AWW!&amp;quot; *Joe chases Nick and Kevin* &amp;quot;Yeah, you better run.. I know where you two sleep.&amp;quot; *Joe gets his phone and reads the text* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;hey joe.. do u mind if i come over instead? my mom is having some friends over... for like a tea party... XP.. DON&amp;#39;T wanna b there... and I really do wanna meet your family.... not just ur parents.. that seems like we&amp;#39;re dating... XD... n y wayz... i do wanna meet ur brothers.. especially Nick.. u 2 r so CUTE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*texts back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;sure.. y not? thx 4 the compliment.. :D... u know where i live? *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*phone beeps, Joe reads the text*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;yah.. demi told me.. cu in 5 minutes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*texts back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;k.. can&amp;#39;t wait... bye. *presses send and puts his phone away*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;Joe yells* &amp;quot;Hey Nick, Sam&amp;#39;s coming over in 5 minutes!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick tells Kevin, yelling* &amp;quot;Joe&amp;#39;s girl is coming in 5 minutes!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe runs back into Nick&amp;#39;s room...* &amp;quot;You are so dead...&amp;quot; *Nick and Kevin look scared* &amp;quot;JK. Oh, by the way... Sam said you&amp;#39;re really cute, and she especially wants to meet you.&amp;quot; *Nick brightens up and smiles* &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yup. She said me and you are so cute...&amp;quot; *Joe smiles* &amp;quot;Feel better?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Now I do. I can&amp;#39;t wait to meet Sam. Is she cute?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah.... real cute.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 minutes later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*doorbell rings* *Denise opens the door* &amp;quot;Hi! You must be Sam. I&amp;#39;m Mrs. Jonas, but you can call me Denise.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hi!&amp;quot; *Sam smiles* &amp;quot;Well, don&amp;#39;t just stand there... come on in!&amp;quot; *Sam walks in their house* *Denise yells* &amp;quot;Boys! Sam&amp;#39;s here!&amp;quot; *they walk in the room* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam.&amp;quot; *Joe smiles* &amp;quot;Hey, Joe&amp;quot; *Kevin walks up to Sam* &amp;quot;So... you must be Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I must be.&amp;quot; *Sam smiles and Kevin laughs* &amp;quot;Hi, I&amp;#39;m Kevin.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I know.. and so does.. the whole world...&amp;quot; Sam pauses. &amp;quot;Hi Kevin... *Sam smiles* &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a good thing... to be known.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles as Nick walks up to her* &amp;quot;Hi, Sam. I&amp;#39;m Nick.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hi...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Joe tells us a lot about you... you&amp;#39;re basically all he talk about.&amp;quot; *Sam looks down* &amp;quot;He told me you especially wanted to meet me....&amp;quot; *Sam gives Joe the &amp;quot;Why did you tell him that?&amp;quot; look* &amp;quot;Yeah... I did.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;...and he told me you thought I was cute.&amp;quot; *Sam gives Joe the &amp;quot;You weren&amp;#39;t supposed to tell him that!&amp;quot; look* *Sam blushes* &amp;quot;Yeah...&amp;quot; Sam pauses. &amp;quot;...you are.&amp;quot; *Sam thinks&lt;i&gt;* I have like, a million butterflies in my stomach! I&amp;#39;m so nervous! &lt;/i&gt;*Nick whispers in Sam&amp;#39;s ear* &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re not too bad yourself.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* *Joe whispers to Kevin* &amp;quot;I wonder what he said.&amp;quot; *Kevin whispers back* &amp;quot;Something to make her laugh... maybe he told her that she was cute.&amp;quot; *Sam whispers in Nick&amp;#39;s ear* &amp;quot;Demi told me what happened... I&amp;#39;m so sorry...&amp;quot; *Sam hugs Nick.... and he seems to like it, so he hugs her back* &amp;quot;Thanks...&amp;quot; *Nick cries quietly on Sam&amp;#39;s shoulder* &amp;quot;Oh, Nick... don&amp;#39;t cry.. please..&amp;quot; *Sam pulls away, and sees Nick with tears in his eyes* &amp;quot;She&amp;#39;s just a girl...Nick, look at me...&amp;quot; *Nick looks at Sam* &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t need her... you&amp;#39;ve got your family... and me... I know we just met... but that doesn&amp;#39;t mean I can&amp;#39;t care about you... right?&amp;quot; *Nick sobs* &amp;quot;Right... thanks, Sam... you rock.&amp;quot; *Nick smiles at Sam* &amp;quot;Aww.. thanks Nick.&amp;quot; *Denise walks in* &amp;quot;Ok, boys, dinner&amp;#39;s ready...&amp;quot; *Sam looks sad* &amp;quot;Well.. I guess I should go.. Bye guys.&amp;quot; *Sam starts to walk to the door* &amp;quot; Wait a minute, Sam.&amp;quot; says Joe. *Turns to his mom* &amp;quot;Can she stay... maybe for a sleepover?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure, hunny.&amp;quot; *Sam turns around* &amp;quot;Thanks, guys!&amp;quot; *Joe walks up to Sam and hugs her* &amp;quot;No problem...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;After dinner.. at about 8:06 pm...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;It&amp;#39;s really nice to meet you, Sam.&amp;quot; says Mr. Jonas. &amp;quot;You too.&amp;quot; *Sam smiles* &amp;quot;Hey, Sam.. wanna watch a movie?&amp;quot; Nick asked her? &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d love to. What movie?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Um... how about... Aquamarine?&amp;quot; *Sam starts to laugh* &amp;quot;You guys own that?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah...&amp;quot; *The boys look puzzled* &amp;quot;But it&amp;#39;s about mermaids...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s actually Joe&amp;#39;s.. we got it for him for his 16th b-day.&amp;quot; Kevin said. *Nick starts to laugh* &amp;quot;Some birthday, huh, Joe?&amp;quot; *Joe sticks his tongue out at Nick* &amp;quot;Yeah.. uh-huh... if Sam doesn&amp;#39;t wanna watch it...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No.. I love that movie. I own it, too. I would&amp;#39;ve brought my movies over... but they&amp;#39;re kinda... girlish.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Like....&amp;quot; Nick said. &amp;quot;Like.... The Cheetah Girls 1 and 2... Hannah Montana episodes... and... oh, I could&amp;#39;ve brought Camp Rock... but...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s all you have?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Of my girlish movies... yeah... They&amp;#39;re kinda old, anyways...&amp;quot; *Joe holds Sam&amp;#39;s hand and whispers in her ear* &amp;quot;Wanna sit with me when we&amp;#39;re watching the movie?&amp;quot; *Sam whispers back* &amp;quot;Yeah... I&amp;#39;d love to...&amp;quot; *Joe whispers* &amp;quot;No one said we actually had to &lt;i&gt;watch &lt;/i&gt;the movie...&amp;quot; *Joe winks at Sam* *Sam thinks*&lt;i&gt; Wow... I can&amp;#39;t believe this... this is the best day EVER!... &lt;/i&gt;*Sam whispers* &amp;quot;But what about your mom and dad..? Won&amp;#39;t they see us...?&amp;quot; *Joe whispers* &amp;quot;No... they have a TV in their room... they don&amp;#39;t wanna watch Aquamarine. They&amp;#39;ll probably watch, like... Wild Hogs or something...&amp;quot; *Sam whispers* &amp;quot;Then that leaves your brothers...&amp;quot; *Joe whispers* &amp;quot;Oh, don&amp;#39;t worry about them. If they say anything... &amp;quot; Joe pauses. &amp;quot;... they won&amp;#39;t... they know better.... and besides-&amp;quot; *Nick interrupts and whispers* &amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s go watch the movie.&amp;quot; *Joe, Nick and Sam walk in the living room... Kevin&amp;#39;s setting up the movie.*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;While watching the movie... at about 11:24 pm...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Aquamarine sobbing on the TV* &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s happening to me? I&amp;#39;m leaking!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Jojo speaking* &amp;quot;They&amp;#39;re just tears. I guess you don&amp;#39;t notice them when you&amp;#39;re crying underwater....&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Aquamarine* &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s it... I can&amp;#39;t prove to my father that love really does exist... then I&amp;#39;ll have to marry that... BLOWFISH!...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe puts his arm around Sam... and Sam smiles at him* &amp;quot;Good movie, huh?&amp;quot; *Sam whispers* &amp;quot;Oh, I&amp;#39;ve seen better...&amp;quot; *Sam winks at Joe* *Joe smiles* &lt;br&gt;*Nick whispers to Kevin* &amp;quot;Look at Sam and Joe... aren&amp;#39;t they so cute together?&amp;quot; *Kevin looks at Sam and Joe to see them hugging* *Kevin whispers* &amp;quot;Yeah... hey, think they should go out?&amp;quot; *Nick whispers* &amp;quot;Definitely... but it has to take time... love doesn&amp;#39;t happen just like that...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;** Joe and Sam **&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*watching the movie* *Jojo* &amp;quot;You coming, Claire?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Emma Roberts* &amp;quot;No...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Jojo about ready to jump in the water* &amp;quot;Wait! I&amp;#39;m coming...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*screaming* &lt;br&gt;*Sam yawns* &amp;quot;Oh... I&amp;#39;m so tired...&amp;quot; *Joe yawns* &amp;quot;Yeah, me too... this movie&amp;#39;s almost over anyways... do you still wanna watch it?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, not really...&amp;quot; *Joe cups his hand on the side of Sam&amp;#39;s face and smiles at her* *Sam smiles back* *Joe presses his lips on Sam&amp;#39;s... and then he kisses her... and she kisses back* *Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Joe Jonas is kissing me! Wow... I thought this day would never come... then I&amp;#39;d be stuck in a deja-vu... *&lt;/i&gt;Joe pulls away* *Sam&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;makes a cute pouty face* *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;W-wow...&amp;quot; Sam&amp;#39;s shocked. This is a one in a million chance... especially because the kiss came from &lt;u&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/u&gt;... that makes it like, 3 million! &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s what Demi said when I kissed her on the set of Camp Rock...&amp;quot; *Joe smiles* &amp;quot;Suprised?&amp;quot; Joe asked Sam. &amp;quot;Y-yeah... I mean... you kissed... me. And I&amp;#39;m not famous...&amp;quot; *they both laugh* &amp;quot;I was trying to tell you something at school... then the bell rang... so I couldn&amp;#39;t. So can I tell you now?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure, Joe. What is it?&amp;quot; *Joe takes Sam&amp;#39;s hands in his* &amp;quot;Sam...&amp;quot; Joe started. &amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot; Sam asked, almost impatient like. &amp;quot;.... &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; Joe sounds like an angel... especially now.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Y-you do?&amp;quot; Sam&amp;#39;s voice was shaky. &amp;quot;Since I saw you...&amp;quot; Joe sounded so sure. &amp;quot; &amp;quot;Wow...&amp;quot; *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;I..um..&amp;quot; Sam started. &amp;quot;What, Sam?&amp;quot; *Joe paused... then he kissed Sam&amp;#39;s cheek* &amp;quot;You can tell me.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;...I feel the same way.&amp;quot; *Joe&amp;#39;s eyes widen, and Sam starts to laugh* &amp;quot;Since when?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Since I saw &amp;#39;Poor Unfortunate Souls&amp;#39;, like 4 years ago. But now that I actually KNOW you... you&amp;#39;re really awesome.. and I love you even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; than I used to. You just.... stood out... and you still do.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah... I wouldn&amp;#39;t have said it if I didn&amp;#39;t mean it, &lt;i&gt;Joseph&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Joseph Adam&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Joe sticks his tongue out at her* *they both laugh* &amp;quot;Sam?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, Joe?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Do you... um...&amp;quot; *Sam kisses Joe... he&amp;#39;s suprised, but kisses back* &amp;quot;You can tell me &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Joe looks away, talking quieter** &amp;quot;Do you wanna go out with me?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d love to!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;If you don&amp;#39;t wanna, it&amp;#39;s-&amp;quot; *Joe looks at Sam* &amp;quot;-did you just say yes?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes! Oh, I can&amp;#39;t believe this! I&amp;#39;m dating Joe Jonas!&amp;quot; *Nick and Kevin overhear them* &amp;quot;Did you hear what I heard?&amp;quot; Nick sounded shocked. &amp;quot;I think so...&amp;quot; *Nick and Kevin turn around to see Sam and Joe kissing* *both* &amp;quot;Awww... that&amp;#39;s so cute!&amp;quot; *Joe and Sam open their eyes and stop kissing* *Sam looks at Nick and Kevin* &amp;quot;Dont worry.. we won&amp;#39;t tell anyone... maybe...&amp;quot; *Nick smiles*&lt;br&gt;*movie* *Jojo and Emma walk their seperate ways as the movie ends... &lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;it&amp;#39;s about 12:37 in the morning&lt;/font&gt;*&lt;br&gt;*Sam yawns* &amp;quot;Well.. I&amp;#39;m going to sleep. Night, boys.&amp;quot; *looks at Joe and smiles* &amp;quot;Me too. Night, guys.&amp;quot; Joe said. *Kevin and Nick immediately fall asleep* *Joe whispers to Sam* &amp;quot;Hey, cutie...&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* *Joe lays down* &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; Sam asked quietly. &amp;quot; *Joe motions her to come here * *Sam tiptoes around Nick and Kevin to get to Joe* *Sam snuggles up to Joe* &amp;quot;I love you, Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I love you, too, &lt;i&gt;Joseph&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;The next morning.. at about 10:07 am...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick &lt;/font&gt;wakes up to see Joe and Sam* *Tries to wake up Kevin* &amp;quot;Hey, Kevin... wake up!&amp;quot; *Kevin wakes up* &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Look at Sam and Joe.&amp;quot; *Kevin turns around* &amp;quot;Awww... they&amp;#39;re so cute together...&amp;quot; *Joe opens one eye and looks at Kevin* &amp;quot;I heard that...&amp;quot; *Sam wakes up to the sound of Joe&amp;#39;s voice* &amp;quot;Hey..&amp;quot; Sam said... she sounded sleepy. &amp;quot;Hello, beautiful...&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* &amp;quot;.. did you sleep okay?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Mm-hmm...&amp;quot; *Mr. and Mrs. Jonas walk out of their room* &amp;quot;Morning everyone...&amp;quot; says Mrs. Jonas. *sees Sam and Joe (who doesn&amp;#39;t?)* &amp;quot;Awww... isn&amp;#39;t that cute?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Precious... can we talk about something else besides me and Sam?&amp;quot; Joe said. *they all laugh* &amp;quot;Joseph Adam... you are so...&amp;quot; Sam started. &amp;quot;Yours?&amp;quot; Joe asked. &amp;quot;...Yeah... you are.&amp;quot; *they smile at each other* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Six&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Trainwreck: Revenge On The New Girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;The title says it all... ooh, I wonder what&amp;#39;ll happen? Keep reading to find out more!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;Demi on the phone...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;NO WAY! And then he kissed you... on the LIPS?!&amp;quot; (obviously she&amp;#39;s talking to Sam) *Sam on the other end* &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Yup... and now we&amp;#39;re dating!&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;DATING! Oh, you&amp;#39;re the luckiest girl in the world right now! Oh, gotta go... meet you in class... bye!&amp;quot; *Demi hangs up* &lt;br&gt;*someone overheard Demi&amp;#39;s conversation* &amp;quot;DATING! Oh... that new girl is gonna get what&amp;#39;s coming to her... and I don&amp;#39;t mean another kiss!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Who is this girl... and why is she trying to destroy Joe and Sam&amp;#39;s new relationship?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Could this revenge be serious? Check back tomorrow for the rest of &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;One Step At A Time: Chapter Six - Trainwreck: Revenge On The New Girl!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;***************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Hey everyone! On the edge of your seats, waiting to find out who this girl is? Don&amp;#39;t go anywhere! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Six: Part Two&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Trainwreck: Revenge On The New Girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Miley hurrying to get her stuff*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Miley!&amp;quot; *Miley turns around with her stuff in her hands* &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Taylor! What&amp;#39;s up?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, nothing... just getting to Art class..&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Me too... just not getting there yet... have you seen the new girl, Samantha Stoneridge?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Uh.... yeah, why?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Did you hear she&amp;#39;s DATING Joe Jonas now?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*rolls her eyes* &amp;quot;Yeah... whatever.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;They&amp;#39;re so cute together!&amp;quot; *Miley sighs*&lt;br&gt;*crosses her arms* &amp;quot;Adorable. Can we go now?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Miley&amp;#39;s confused* &amp;quot;Yeah... sure&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Taylor thinking* &lt;i&gt;Is HE all Miley talks about since Nick and her broke up? Or &lt;u&gt;at all&lt;/u&gt;? Nothing so special about Joe Jonas... except that he&amp;#39;s meaner than most guys around East High... dumping me... I was the &lt;u&gt;BEST&lt;/u&gt; thing that ever happened to him! I&amp;#39;ll show him...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;At Sam&amp;#39;s Locker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s getting her stuff out of her locker, trying to get to Art* &amp;quot;BOO!&amp;quot; *Sam drops her stuff and turns around* &amp;quot;JOE! You scared me!&amp;quot; Sam was happy that Joe was there, but she&amp;#39;d rather him just say &amp;#39;Hi&amp;#39;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry, baby...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe made a cute pouty face at Sam* &amp;quot;Aww.. I can&amp;#39;t get mad at you..&amp;quot; *Sam hugs Joe*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*someone gasps* &lt;br&gt;*Joe and Sam turn around... but they don&amp;#39;t see anyone....*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;With Taylor and Miley At Art&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Taylor and Miley sit together and put their stuff down on their desks* *Taylor thinking* &lt;i&gt;First of all... I HATE Art... I&amp;#39;m okay at it... but I still hate it. And NOW this nobody new girl shows up and hooks up with Joe! I mean... what does she have that I haven&amp;#39;t got?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;When Joe and Sam arrive to Art Class...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe and Sam sit down... Sam sits next to Miley* *Miley turns around* &amp;quot;Oh, hi! You must be Sam. Hi, I&amp;#39;m Miley.&amp;quot; Miley happily said. &amp;quot;And this is Taylor Swift.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hi, girls.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Demi&amp;#39;s told me a lot about you. I hope we can be great friends!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh, I&amp;#39;m sure we will.&amp;quot; *Sam smiles* &amp;quot;Right, Taylor?&amp;quot; *Taylor fake smiles* &amp;quot;Right... the best!&amp;quot; *Miley sees Joe... and nudges Sam on the elbow* *Miley whispers to Sam* &amp;quot;Oooh... Sam&amp;#39;s got a boyfriend!&amp;quot; *Sam blushes a little* *Joe sees Miley* &amp;quot;Oh, hey Miley.&amp;quot; he says. &amp;quot;Hey, Joe.&amp;quot; *they smile at each other* *Joe sees Taylor, and his smile fades* &amp;quot;Hey Taylor.&amp;quot; *Taylor glares at Joe* &amp;quot;Hi, &lt;i&gt;Joseph.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; *Sam whispers to Joe* &amp;quot;Meyowww!&amp;quot; *Joe laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;After Art Class... 70 minutes later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Taylor gets out her phone and texts someone*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;u ready?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;yup. whenever you&amp;#39;re ready...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;ok... at free period... meet me at the back of East High... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;k... c u soon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Taylor puts her phone away and smiles* &amp;quot;This is gonna be good...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapet Six: Part Three&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Trainwreck: Revenge On The New Girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;With Sam and Joe... on their free period&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe starts to tickle Sam* &amp;quot;Hey, cut it out!&amp;quot; *Sam laughs* *Joe stops... then he leans in and kisses Sam* *Sam wraps her arms around Joe&amp;#39;s neck* *Joe pulls away* &amp;quot;I love you, Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I love you too, Joe.&amp;quot; *Joe runs his fingers through Sam&amp;#39;s hair* *Sam giggles* *Joe&amp;#39;s phone beeps* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll be right back, my mom wants to talk to me.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay, love you.&amp;quot; *Joe winks at Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*reads text*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;hey, it&amp;#39;s sam... meet me in the hallway in 3 minutes... love u babe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe goes to the hallway*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*someone looks around the corner* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll teach that Sam where she stands.. and it&amp;#39;s NOT with JOE JONAS!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the hallway... 3 minutes later...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe gets there... but doesn&amp;#39;t see Sam... but does see Taylor* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hi Taylor... have you seen Sam?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Taylor faking being happy* &amp;quot;Oh, I&amp;#39;m sorry... I haven&amp;#39;t had the pleasure!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe mumbles* &amp;quot;She said she&amp;#39;d meet me here...&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What was that?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Please tell me?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe rolls his eyes* &amp;quot;Fine... Sam texted me saying she&amp;#39;d meet here about now. And she isn&amp;#39;t here...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe she stood you up?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No... Sam isn&amp;#39;t that kind of girl...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wanna talk while we&amp;#39;re waiting?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Ok, Joe... I know you&amp;#39;re busy and all... but it&amp;#39;s been 10 minutes... you can come back now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam sees a phone on the ground* &amp;quot;Hey, does this belong to anyone?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*sees a text message on it.. and she reads it*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;hey, it&amp;#39;s sam... meet me in the hallway in 3 minutes... love u babe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Who&amp;#39;s pretending to be me? There&amp;#39;s only one way to find out...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;In the hallway...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Taylor hears heels, so she kisses Joe*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Joe? Where are yo-&amp;quot; *Sees Taylor kissing Joe* *Sam has tears in her eyes*&lt;br&gt;*Joe pulls away* &amp;quot;Sam, it&amp;#39;s not what it looks like-&amp;quot; &amp;quot;SAVE IT! I thought you loved me!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I do! Taylor kissed me!&amp;quot; *Taylor faking being shocked* &amp;quot;I would never...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I know Taylor.. I just can&amp;#39;t believe Joe!&amp;quot; *Sam runs away crying* &amp;quot;SAM!&amp;quot; *Joe glares at Taylor* &amp;quot;How could you...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Taylor thinking* &lt;i&gt;Game over...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;*&lt;/i&gt;Taylor smiles and walks away*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s Room... after school...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam sitting on her bed with her arms around her knees crying quietly* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*doorbell*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;**DOWNSTAIRS**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom opens the door* &amp;quot;Oh, hi Nick. Sam&amp;#39;s up in her room. I&amp;#39;ll just go tell her you&amp;#39;re here. Why don&amp;#39;t you come in and sit down... and I&amp;#39;ll be right back. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, Mrs. Stoneridge. I&amp;#39;ll be here.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick sits down*&lt;br&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom knocks on the door* &amp;quot;Hey, Sam? Someone&amp;#39;s here to see you.&lt;br&gt;*Sam sobbing* &amp;quot;If it&amp;#39;s Joe Jonas, tell him I don&amp;#39;t wanna speak to him!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*mom opens the door* &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Because he kissed his ex, Taylor Swift at school... and he said it was her... but I just ran away crying... I never wanna see him again!!&amp;quot; *Sam cries louder*&lt;br&gt;*her mom hugs her* &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;ll be okay. Everyone makes mistakes, hunny. Even big rockstars like Joe Jonas.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That definetly WASN&amp;#39;T a mistake.&amp;quot; *Sam sobs* &amp;quot;Who&amp;#39;s here for me?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nick... he wanted to hang out with you, so I told him to wait while I told you he was here. Want me to tell him to come some other time?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Sam wipes her tears* &amp;quot;No, I&amp;#39;m okay. I&amp;#39;ll go see Nick.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ok. Dinner&amp;#39;s in 2 hours, just in case you wanna know.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, mom, thanks.&amp;quot; *Sam shuts her door and walk out to the living room*&lt;br&gt;*Nick sees Sam* &amp;quot;Hey, Sam. I heard someone crying... who was it? I mean... if you don&amp;#39;t mind me asking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam has tears in her eyes and sits down beside Nick* &amp;quot;Oh.. it was me. Joe was kissing Taylor in the hallway and I saw... so I ran.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh, Sam. I&amp;#39;m sorry...&amp;quot; *Nick hugs Sam, and Sam starts to cry* *Nick pulls away and holds her arms with his hands* &amp;quot;Hey... don&amp;#39;t cry. Life happens..&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll try...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hey, Sam?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, Nick?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;If you and Joe don&amp;#39;t work out... maybe you and me.. we could...&amp;quot; *Sam gasps* &amp;quot;You like me?&amp;quot; Sam was shocked. &amp;quot;Yeah... I guess I do.&amp;quot; *Sam kisses Nick on the cheek, then hugs him* &amp;quot;Yeah... maybe we could.&amp;quot; *they both laugh* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;********************&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;At Taylor&amp;#39;s House...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*knock on door* *Taylor gets up and opens it* &amp;quot;Where were you?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;*Ashley panting* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m so sorry! My teacher caught me texting... Ms. Darbus... and she told me I had a half hour detention! Then I got to the hallway... obviously, you weren&amp;#39;t there... How&amp;#39;d it go?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Taylor smiles* &amp;quot;It went fine... Joe and Sam and so OVER...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Why did you need me again?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;To see Sam run away crying, duh!&amp;quot; *they both laugh* &amp;quot;BFFL!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;At the Jonas Brother&amp;#39;s House... Joe&amp;#39;s room...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s sitting on his bed... thinking about what just happened. *thinking* &lt;i&gt;I cannot BELIEVE Taylor! I told her I didn&amp;#39;t like her, and she goes and kisses me, WHILE Sam was right there! That wasn&amp;#39;t an accident... Taylor had something planned, I just know it! But... what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*knock on &lt;/font&gt;the door* &amp;quot;Hey, Joe? Can I come in?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe unlocks his door* &amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick walks in* &amp;quot;So... what happened? With you and Sam?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well, someone texted me while I was texting today, and it said it was Sam. Obviously it wasn&amp;#39;t... because Taylor was there instead, so it was probably her. And Taylor kissed me! And Sam saw the whole thing, and ran away crying. It&amp;#39;s over... Taylor is such a-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Calm down, Joe. Don&amp;#39;t get too upset.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;How can I not?! Sam... I &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; her... and she&amp;#39;s not mine anymore... I just feel so.. I feel like I&amp;#39;m gonna cry. Honestly, she&amp;#39;s the best thing that&amp;#39;s ever happened to me... and Taylor obviously couldn&amp;#39;t handle that... so now... I don&amp;#39;t think I&amp;#39;ll EVER get her back.&amp;quot; *a tear runs down Joe&amp;#39;s cheek* *Nick hugs Joe* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sure it&amp;#39;ll be okay...&amp;quot; *Nick smiles* &amp;quot;Dude! I have the perfect way to get Sam back!&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Seriously? What is it?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, so you know how &amp;quot;Sam&amp;quot; texted you to meet her in the hallway?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah..? I know it was Taylor, but go ahead.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s what you&amp;#39;re gonna do...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;********************&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;**The Next Day**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam yawns* &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;Thank goodness it&amp;#39;s Friday! I thought this wekk would NEVER end!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam walks to her closet and chooses a skinny outfit*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking while holding her outfit* &lt;i&gt;I miss Joe so much... maybe I should&amp;#39;ve listened to what he had to say...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don&amp;#39;t know what to do... maybe Demi can help me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Demi&amp;#39;s House...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Demi picks out a stylish outfit*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;*knock on door* *Demi opens it* &amp;quot;Hey, Sam! Nice clothes!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks.. can I talk to you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Of course! Tell me on the way to school...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam tells her everything that happened yesterday, and how she really wants Joe back, but doesn&amp;#39;t know what to do*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wow, Sam... what happened to staying away from the drama?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Drama stalked me...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*they both laugh as they arrive to East High*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Samantha... you haven&amp;#39;t changed one bit... except you&amp;#39;re a bit depressed...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... who wouldn&amp;#39;t be... it&amp;#39;s &lt;u&gt;Joe&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Jonas&lt;/u&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Demi sees Joe* &amp;quot;Speaking of which...&amp;quot; *Demi points to Joe* &amp;quot;...there he is...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam turns around to see Joe sitting on the steps of East High* &amp;quot;He looks kinda... upset.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe you should talk to him... you know, about yesterday?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;But what if he&amp;#39;s dating Taylor again? Then I&amp;#39;ll look bad telling him I still love him!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam glances at Joe* &amp;quot;You never know if you don&amp;#39;t try, Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Remember when you guys first met?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;**&lt;/font&gt;FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* Is that... JOE JONAS? NO WAY.. not here. He&amp;#39;s FAMOUS! Well, so&amp;#39;s Zac and them. He&amp;#39;s so amazing. Wait, is he coming over HERE&lt;/i&gt;? &amp;quot;......I called last night, he can&amp;#39;t wait to meet you!&amp;quot; *Sam looks back at Demi* &amp;quot;Who?&amp;quot; *he walks up to Sam and Demi* &amp;quot;Hey, Demi! Nice outfit!&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Aww, thanks!&amp;quot; Demi started blushing, and I couldn&amp;#39;t help but laugh. *he turns to look at Sam* &amp;quot;So.... you must be Samantha. Hi, I&amp;#39;m Joe Jonas.&amp;quot; *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* It IS Joe! What do I say?! What do I &lt;/i&gt;d&lt;i&gt;o?! &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, that&amp;#39;s me....&amp;quot; *Sam blushes* &amp;quot;....I love your music! I have, like, every CD. You guys are so amazing!&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Thanks! It&amp;#39;s so nice actually talking to a girl, instead of running from them.&amp;quot; *They all laugh, then Sam thinks&lt;i&gt;* Joe seems kinda shy. I&amp;#39;ve never seen him like this. Oh, he&amp;#39;s so cute! Wait, do I like him? &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, I&amp;#39;m a bit more mature than that. Sam, on the other hand, I don&amp;#39;t know...&amp;quot; Demi teased. She likes to make jokes about me around someone I like. But she doesn&amp;#39;t know I like Joe.... does she? *sarcastic* &amp;quot;Hahaha...&amp;quot; That Demi... what can ya do? &amp;quot;So.... Sam, are you new here?&amp;quot; *Demi hits Joe* &amp;quot;Of course she is! Have you ever seen her around here?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ow.... that hurt.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No it didn&amp;#39;t. Take it like a man! You have muscles.... well, use them!&amp;quot; Demi practically shouted at Joe. &amp;quot;Yeah, it DID hurt..... but enough about me.... let&amp;#39;s talk about &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;quot; Joe said to me... I think I actually do kinda like him! &amp;quot;Well... I&amp;#39;m... not that interesting. Basically boring, people might say.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t LOOK uninteresting... actually...&amp;quot; Joe paused &amp;quot;..... you look pretty&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;cute to me.&amp;quot; *Joe winks at me* *Sam thinks&lt;i&gt;* Am I in heaven? &amp;#39;Cause this CAN&amp;#39;T be real. Joe actually said I&amp;#39;M cute! &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re not too bad yourself&lt;i&gt;, Joseph&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So, Sam... do you, um...&amp;quot; Joe&amp;#39;s sentence just trailed off.... he sounded really nervous. &amp;quot;Yeah? Do I what?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Do you wanna hang out later... on your free period?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Well.... I don&amp;#39;t know....&amp;quot; *Sam paused, and Joe looked regrettful, like he shouldn&amp;#39;t have asked* &amp;quot;....are you kidding? I&amp;#39;d LOVE to.&amp;quot; *Sam smiles at Joe, and he smiles back, relieved* &amp;quot;Cool.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... it was pretty awesome..&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And then remember when you told me about you and Joe hanging out at free period?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;...So... does your free period start now..?&amp;quot; Joe asked me. &amp;quot;Yeah, does yours?&amp;quot; *Joe nods* &amp;quot;Follow me, I wanna show you something.&amp;quot; *Joe grabs Sam&amp;#39;s hand* *Sam giggles* &amp;quot;You have the most adorable laugh...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Thanks!&amp;quot; *Sam blushes* &amp;quot;Ok, close your eyes until I say so, okay?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Joe leads her to his secret place* &amp;quot;Ok, open your eyes&amp;quot; *Sam opens them* &amp;quot;Oh, Joe... this is beautiful!&amp;quot; I was shocked... this was the most beautiful place I&amp;#39;ve ever seen, and been to! *Sam hugs Joe, and Joe likes it, so he hugs her back* &amp;quot;I LOVE this... thanks for bringing me here...&amp;quot; *Sam pulls away, and Joe makes a cute pouty face* &amp;quot;I kinda wasn&amp;#39;t done hugging you...&amp;quot; *He smiles and pulls her close to him* &amp;quot;Mmmm....&amp;quot; *Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Best day of &lt;u&gt;my life&lt;/u&gt;... I hope it never ends.... &lt;/i&gt;*Joe smiles... then pauses* &amp;quot;Oh, I have a surprise for you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The secret place WASN&amp;#39;T the suprise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope... not ALL of it...&amp;quot; He always has something more to give... that&amp;#39;s one of the MANY, MANY things I like about Joe Jonas. &amp;quot;Come here... I wanna run something by you...&amp;quot; *gets his guitar and starts to sing*&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800080&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Every time I think I&amp;#39;m closer to the heart   &lt;br&gt;What it means to know just who I am&lt;br&gt;I think I finally found a better place to start&lt;br&gt;No one ever seems to understand&lt;br&gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br&gt;Could it be you&amp;#39;re not that far?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head &lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need &lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the remedy im searching hard to find&lt;br&gt;To fix the puzzle that I see inside&lt;br&gt;Painting all my dreams the color of your smile&lt;br&gt;When I find you it will be alright&lt;br&gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br&gt;Could it be you&amp;#39;re not that far?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need&lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been feeling lost&lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t find the words to say&lt;br&gt;Spending all my time stuck in yesterday&lt;br&gt;Where you are is where I wanna be&lt;br&gt;Next to you, you next to me&lt;br&gt;Oh &lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head &lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you (need to find you)&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you (yeah)&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need&lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you (I gotta find you)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br&gt;The reason that im singing&lt;br&gt;I need to find you (need to find you)&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you (gotta find you)&lt;br&gt;You&amp;#39;re the missing piece I need&lt;br&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;Gotta find you&lt;br&gt;*song ends*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Joe that was beautiful... but didn&amp;#39;t you run that by Demi in Camp Rock already?&amp;quot; *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;Yeah... but did you like it?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No...&amp;quot; *Joe frowns* &amp;quot;I LOVED it... every second of it. *Sam smiles at Joe, and Joe sits closer to Sam* &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re really talented, Joe. God blessed you with such a great voice... stage presence... you&amp;#39;re really talented. And you don&amp;#39;t look half bad, either.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Awww... thanks Sam.&amp;quot; *Joe blushes* &amp;quot;I thought guys never blushed!&amp;quot; *Joe coughs* &amp;quot;ANYWAYS... yeah, I don&amp;#39;t hear that very often.... except from my mom... &amp;#39;cause all the fans usually say something like... &amp;#39;JOE! I LOVE YOU, YOU&amp;#39;RE SO HOT! MARRY ME JOE!&amp;#39;... then they scream, making me deaf for hours on end. It drives me crazy, but I love it.... most of it anyways. The ear-splitting scrwams... I could do without.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* &amp;quot;Thanks for being honest, Sam. I don&amp;#39;t usually fall in love with a liar.&amp;quot; *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* In LOVE?! With ME?! I MUST be dreaming... this cannot be real! &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; I lie... sometimes... only when necessary.&amp;quot; *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* Why in the world did I say that? Now he won&amp;#39;t love me! =( &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;So do I. When I was little, me and Nick ate ice cream out of the bin, then put it back in the fridge. Then Kevin wanted some, but we only left one scoop. So when he asked who ate the ice cream, we pointed to our dog, Coco....&amp;quot; Silence. &amp;quot;She... um, died a while back.&amp;quot; Joe looked down. He must really love that dog. &amp;quot;Awww... I&amp;#39;m sorry. My dog died when I was little.. she was a Samoyd.&amp;quot; *Joe burst into laughter* &amp;quot;Can I can you that?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;NO! What kind of name is that? It&amp;#39;s a BREED...&amp;quot; Sam pauses. &amp;quot; ...her name was Patches.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s cute. We have a labrador retriever named Elvis, now. He&amp;#39;s adorable...&amp;quot; Joe said. &amp;quot;Going back to that ice cream thing... it makes me think... Joseph, you are one crazy boy.&amp;quot; *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;Well... yeah... but does it look like I care?&amp;quot; *Joe sticks his tongue out at Sam* *Sam sticks her tongue out at Joe* *They both laugh* Silence... again. *Joe turns to look at Sam* *He kisses her on the cheek* *Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widen* *Sam thinking&lt;i&gt;* Did JOE JONAS just kiss ME on the cheek, or am I having the most wonderful dream?.... I hope it&amp;#39;s real... &lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;W-what was that for?&amp;quot; Sam was so nervous, it looked like she was going to faint. &amp;quot;For being you.&amp;quot; *Joe smiles at Sam* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not that great.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You might not think so... but I do.&amp;quot; *Joe holds Sam* &amp;quot;Sam....&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot; *Looks at Sam* &amp;quot;I....&amp;quot; Joe pauses. &amp;quot;You what?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I lo-&amp;quot; *bell rings* &amp;quot;Oh, we better get to class... what do you have right now?&amp;quot; Sam asked Joe. &amp;quot;Science.&amp;quot; *Joe scoffs* &amp;quot;I hate it, but I need to learn it. What about you?&amp;quot; *Sam frowns* &amp;quot;I have French...&amp;quot; *Joe sounds sad* &amp;quot;Oh... well, see ya tomorrow.&amp;quot; *Joe gets up and turns to walk away* &amp;quot;Why do we have to wait until tomorrow?&amp;quot; *Joe turns around* &amp;quot;You can come to my house after school if you want to. My mom loves it when I bring friends home.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Really Sam?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Of course! Well, got to get to class...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bye Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Bye Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;** END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... that was amazing...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;And when he asked you out?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I was trying to tell you something at school... then the bell rang... so I couldn&amp;#39;t. So can I tell you now?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure, Joe. What is it?&amp;quot; *Joe takes Sam&amp;#39;s hands in his* &amp;quot;Sam...&amp;quot; Joe started. &amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot; Sam asked, almost impatient like. &amp;quot;.... &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; Joe sounds like an angel... especially now.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Y-you do?&amp;quot; Sam&amp;#39;s voice was shaky. &amp;quot;Since I saw you...&amp;quot; Joe sounded so sure. &amp;quot; &amp;quot;Wow...&amp;quot; *Joe laughs* &amp;quot;I..um..&amp;quot; Sam started. &amp;quot;What, Sam?&amp;quot; *Joe paused... then he kissed Sam&amp;#39;s cheek* &amp;quot;You can tell me.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;...I feel the same way.&amp;quot; *Joe&amp;#39;s eyes widen, and Sam starts to laugh* &amp;quot;Since when?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Since I saw &amp;#39;Poor Unfortunate Souls&amp;#39;, like 4 years ago. But now that I actually KNOW you... you&amp;#39;re really awesome.. and I love you even &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; than I used to. You just.... stood out... and you still do.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah... I wouldn&amp;#39;t have said it if I didn&amp;#39;t mean it, &lt;i&gt;Joseph&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Joseph Adam&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Joe sticks his tongue out at her* *they both laugh* &amp;quot;Sam?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, Joe?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Do you... um...&amp;quot; *Sam kisses Joe... he&amp;#39;s suprised, but kisses back* &amp;quot;You can tell me &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Joe looks away, talking quieter** &amp;quot;Do you wanna go out with me?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d love to!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;If you don&amp;#39;t wanna, it&amp;#39;s-&amp;quot; *Joe looks at Sam* &amp;quot;-did you just say yes?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes! Oh, I can&amp;#39;t believe this! I&amp;#39;m dating Joe Jonas!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;** END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll never forget that!&amp;quot; *Sam sighs* &amp;quot;Then it all went downhill from there...&amp;quot; *Tears start to roll down Sam&amp;#39;s cheeks* *Demi hugs Sam* &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay, I know you&amp;#39;ll do what&amp;#39;s right...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;With the Jonas Brothers...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe sees Sam with Demi* *Joe sighs* &amp;quot;I still love her...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well, tell her what &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; happened..&amp;quot; Nick said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;She probably still loves you, too.&amp;quot; Kevin said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Dude, look at her. She looks sad, don&amp;#39;t you think? Nick questioned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe really looks at Sam* &amp;quot;Yeah.. she kinda does...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe it&amp;#39;s because she thought &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; kissed Taylor... go talk to her... see what&amp;#39;s wrong...&amp;quot; Nick told Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;But what if she hates me?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;She won&amp;#39;t if she &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; loves you.&amp;quot; Kevin said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Ok... I&amp;#39;ll go... be right back..&amp;quot; *Joe starts walking towards Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;* Nick and Kevin* &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;With Sam and Demi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Ooh, looks who coming over here!&amp;quot; Demi squealed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam sees Joe walking towards them* &amp;quot;Good, &amp;#39;cause I wanna tell him exactly how I feel.... I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; him...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Good for you, Sam.&amp;quot; *Demi smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe finally gets to Sam* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Joe...I need to talk to you...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Same here...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*both* &amp;quot;I wanna let you know that I-&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*bell rings*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe and Sam sigh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;See you in class?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sure, Sam... we&amp;#39;ll talk later...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*They wave at each other.. and Sam walks with Demi to Science, while Joe goes to Gym*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Seven&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Get Back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Taylor is so mean! I cannot believe what she did! But Sam and Joe seem to be at an understanding... for now... find out what happens next in Chapter Seven of &lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;At Lunchtime... 120 minutes later...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam and Demi walk into the cafeteria and sit down at a table*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam sees Joe and sighs* &amp;quot;I miss him, Dems.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You two almost had a moment before school there...&amp;quot; *Demi smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, we were gonna talk, work things out... I know it!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Um, you hungry?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No, Demi... I ate a big breakfast.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Me too.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi and Sam sigh* &amp;quot;I miss Kevin.&amp;quot; *a tear runs down Demi&amp;#39;s cheek*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, Demi. Don&amp;#39;t cry... I&amp;#39;m sure thing will work out... for me, too. I hope...&amp;quot; *Sam hugs Demi*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;With The Jonas Brothers...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe sees Sam laughing and sighs* &amp;quot;I miss her.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Then talk to her.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Didn&amp;#39;t you see me earlier, Nick? We almost did, then the bell rang.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t have very good timing.&amp;quot; Kevin said, then he laughed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You should go over there and talk to her.&amp;quot; Kevin and Nick said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Again? But what if-&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No what-ifs. Just do it.&amp;quot; Nick said to Joe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Okay. Wish me luck... and pray the bell doesn&amp;#39;t ring.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick and Kevin laugh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Um... I was serious.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... but it sounded funny.... stop stalling, dude... go over there!&amp;quot; *Nick pushed Joe forward*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe starts walking toward Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;******&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, look who&amp;#39;s coming over here.&amp;quot; Demi said, excited.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam looked up to see Joe* &amp;quot;Hey, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I gotta go.. do something.. with a friend... bye!&amp;quot; Demi runs into the hallway.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;So... whatcha doin&amp;#39;?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Just sitting here... alone. Demi&amp;#39;s such a ditcher.&amp;quot; *Sam sticks her tongue out in Demi&amp;#39;s direction*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe laughs a little*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Talking to you.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe smiles at Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam smiles at Joe*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam stops smiling and looks down, not letting Joe see her tears*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam looks up at him, tears falling fastly down her cheeks*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What do you think&amp;#39;s wrong? My &amp;#39;boyfriend&amp;#39; kissed his &amp;#39;ex-girlfriend&amp;#39; in front of me. And now I&amp;#39;m back to the start... single... as usual.&amp;quot; Every time Sam had &amp;#39;this&amp;#39; around her words, she did air quotations in the air.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sam, listen for a second. &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taylor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; kissed &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care about that. What I care about is that &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; kissed &lt;i&gt;back&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I was &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to pull away but Taylor-&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; must like blaming Taylor, don&amp;#39;t you? &amp;#39;Cause ever since this happened, you&amp;#39;ve been faking innocent, saying Taylor did it, and you did nothing. I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;saw&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you, Joe! With my own two eyes. And what &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; saw was that you were &lt;u&gt;cheating&lt;/u&gt; on me!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe has tears in his eyes* &amp;quot;Sam, why won&amp;#39;t you believe me? I love you!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Didn&amp;#39;t look like it! I thought you were different. I thought you cared about how I feel. But now I know I was wrong. You&amp;#39;re just like every other guy I&amp;#39;ve dated - mean, selfish... oh yeah, and a liar!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*the tears began to fall down Joe&amp;#39;s cheeks* &amp;quot;Sam...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Just... just don&amp;#39;t talk to me!&amp;quot; *Sam starts crying, then she runs out of the cafeteria*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe starts to cry... but so no one will notice*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe walks up to his brothers*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;So... what happened?&amp;quot; They asked.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I..&amp;quot; *Joe has more tears falling from his eyes* &amp;quot;...I lost her. She hates me.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe hugs Nick and cries quietly*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Wow... Sam&amp;#39;s kinda upset, don&amp;#39;t ya think? Find out what happenes next in Part Two of &lt;u&gt;Chapter Seven - Get Back &lt;/u&gt;tomorrow on &lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Hey everyone! Don&amp;#39;t you feel bad for Joe? He&amp;#39;s such an angel, and all this bad stuff is happening to him. He really still loves Sam... does she still feel the same way? Read the second part of Chapter Seven to find out!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Seven: Part Two&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Get Back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi hears someone crying* *She sees Sam crying on the hallway floor* &amp;quot;Hey, what happened?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam sobbing* &amp;quot;Joe asked me what was wrong, and I kinda flipped out. On my part, that was my fault. He was lying to me, telling me he loved me, and I didn&amp;#39;t believe him. I want to... but I saw it all... I just can&amp;#39;t accept that it&amp;#39;s okay when obviously it&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot; *Demi holds Sam* &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;ll be okay, Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;d be okay if Joe was holding me telling me that.&amp;quot; *Sam starts to cry* &amp;quot;Sorry, Demi.... I&amp;#39;m just... overwhelmed a bit.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;A BIT?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay, a lot. But can you blame me? It&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I can get over normal guys, but him... it&amp;#39;ll take a &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; more than that.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe what?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe it won&amp;#39;t take much at all.&amp;quot; *Demi smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Were you tuning me out? Did you hear &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; I said?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... I&amp;#39;ll be back soon. Hang in there.&amp;quot; *Demi runs back in the cafeteria*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Same old Demi...&amp;quot; *Sam smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*******&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi runs up to Joe* &amp;quot;Hey, can I talk to you?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe looks up* &amp;quot;Hey, Demi.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, Joe... are you okay?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi sits next to Joe* &amp;quot;Sam?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Uh-huh.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well, you kinda upset her.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe sobbed quietly* &amp;quot;But it was Taylor... I didn&amp;#39;t do that, she did.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I know... I believe you... Sam told me she was overwhelmed... she probably didn&amp;#39;t wanna see you kissing Taylor... even if it &lt;i&gt;wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;/i&gt; your fault. No girl wants that to happen. Just think about how she feels.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I asked her what was wrong, and she just flipped out!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;She said that &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; her fault, on her part. She must&amp;#39;ve been... really upset... she really loved you, Joe. I don&amp;#39;t know if she still does, but she&amp;#39;d be out of her mind to forgive you in an instant. Unless you...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Unless I what?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi whispers in Joe&amp;#39;s ear* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe smiles* &amp;quot;That might work.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;It might.&amp;quot; *Demi smiles at Joe*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;But what if she doesn&amp;#39;t believe it?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Then you&amp;#39;ll have to come up with something on your own. I&amp;#39;m not your brain.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi hugs Joe, and he hugs back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Demi. I know I can count on you.&amp;quot; *Joe smiles at Demi* &amp;quot;Unless your plan backfires... then I&amp;#39;ll be looking for you. I know where you sleep.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi laughs* &amp;quot;Okay. 4:00, alright?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I should be telling &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; that.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Later.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Dems.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;So... what was that about?&amp;quot; Nick look confused.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, you&amp;#39;ll see if it works. If it doesn&amp;#39;t... then I&amp;#39;ll tell you.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Seven: Part Three&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Get Back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After school... 3:50 pm...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi runs up to Sam* &amp;quot;Hey, Sam! Wanna walk home with me?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;**10 MINUTES LATER**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s phone starts to play &amp;quot;Love Story&amp;quot;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hold on, Demi. Gotta read a text.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi smiles* &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam reads the text*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;hey sam... it&amp;#39;s miley... wanna come see coraline with me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam texts back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;sure! i SO wanna see that! be there in like 5 min, kay? *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;sure... i heard about you and joe... im so sorry... but guess what? he told me he still loves you! and he&amp;#39;s SUPER sorry... maybe you guys should work things out?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;yeah... but if you heard about him kissing taylor... you&amp;#39;d know why i don&amp;#39;t wanna *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;oh... that&amp;#39;s funny, he told me it was the other way around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;what? *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;yah... he said he was trying to tell you but you wouldn&amp;#39;t listen... stubborn r we?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;that&amp;#39;s what he wants you to think... i&amp;#39;m just so upset... i wanna believe him, but i saw the whole thing... so i ran crying... he &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; trying to say something... but i was crying too loud XD *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;okay.. well... you still love him don&amp;#39;t u?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;miley, i really can&amp;#39;t say. i just don&amp;#39;t know for sure. *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;that&amp;#39;s ok... see u soon..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;k *presses send and puts her phone away*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Who was that, Sam?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Miley... I&amp;#39;m going to see Coraline with her...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Cool! Have fun!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry I&amp;#39;m ditching you...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No probs. See you later, &amp;#39;kay?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Definetly...&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi hugs Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;See ya.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*walks through the front door* &amp;quot;Hey, mom?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, sweetie?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I need a ride to the movies. I&amp;#39;m going to see Coraline with Miley. I&amp;#39;ll be back later.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, hun. Let&amp;#39;s go.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Mom.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No problem, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;At the movies... 20 minutes later...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam sees Miley* &amp;quot;Bye, mom!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Mom waves and drives away*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Miley!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Miley turns around*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m so sorry I was late! You wouldn&amp;#39;t BELIEVE the traffic on Main Street!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay. I hope you don&amp;#39;t mind... I brought Emily along. Emily, this is my new friend, Samantha Stoneridge. Sam, this is Emily Osment.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hi! Nice to meet you!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You, too. I love Hannah Montana!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Miley and Emily* &amp;quot;Doesn&amp;#39;t everyone?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they all laugh and walk in the part of the theatre playing Coraline*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they sit down in the back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Miley turns to Emily and whispers*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;We&amp;#39;ll be right back... me and Emily have to call our moms. We wanna tell them we&amp;#39;re at the theatre.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You didn&amp;#39;t tell them?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;We did, but my mom wasn&amp;#39;t listening.&amp;quot; Emily said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s go, Emily. Be right back, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*the commercials start playing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*after Miley and Emily are done, they peek around the corner*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;We&amp;#39;re back!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You almost missed the-&amp;quot; Sam looks up to see that Miley and Emily aren&amp;#39;t there.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Over here!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam looks up*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Where are they?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hello? Can&amp;#39;t you see us?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;That isn&amp;#39;t funny anymore, guys. Seriously, come ba-&amp;quot; *Sam looks up... and she sees someone familiar*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hi, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam feels kinda weird* &amp;quot;H-hi..&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Watching &amp;#39;Coraline&amp;#39;?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No... it hasn&amp;#39;t started yet. Why?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Just wondering...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Is that Miley in disguise...?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*laughs* &amp;quot;No... why?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Because I keep hearing their voices...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Their?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Emily &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; here, too.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... I&amp;#39;m Emily... &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Miley?&amp;quot; Pause. &amp;quot;I thought I was Nick Jonas... I guess I&amp;#39;m not.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam laughs* &amp;quot;Funny. I think you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; Nick.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a relief. No offence, but I find being a girl is... complicated.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well... pickng out what to wear - hard. Makeup - takes up lots of time. And, there&amp;#39;s some other things...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Like?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Like being cheated on. Guys can take that... hardly, but girls... have a nervous breakdown...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam giggles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, that is kinda true.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry, Sam.&amp;quot; Sam knew Nick was referring to the &amp;#39;Joe&amp;#39; thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;But are you?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam starts to get tears* &amp;quot;No...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick goes over to Sam and hugs her... Sam hugs Nick back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s just a boy...Sam, look at me...&amp;quot; *Sam looks at Nick* &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t need him... you&amp;#39;ve got your family... and me... I know we just met... but that doesn&amp;#39;t mean I can&amp;#39;t care about you... right?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam pulls away* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve heard that somewhere...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You told me that when Selena broke up with me.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh yeah!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick smiles at Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam smiles at Nick... Nick cups his hand around Sam&amp;#39;s cheek*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam stops smiling* &amp;quot;But he&amp;#39;s not just a boy, Nick. He&amp;#39;s your brother. And I...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You what?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam looks down* &amp;quot;..I still love him.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You do?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;So does Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I know... but the kissing thing... it doens&amp;#39;t seem like he does...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Can I tell you something?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sure.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick and Sam sit down* &amp;quot;He told me everything. Take it from his little brother... Sam, it &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Taylor&amp;#39;s fault that you had to see him kissing her.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s what everyone else says. I&amp;#39;m not sure if they&amp;#39;re saying that to make me feel better.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;They are... and they&amp;#39;re telling the truth.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Taylor was jealous of you dating Joe. So she texted him as you, telling him to meet &amp;#39;you&amp;#39; in the hallway. Then he said you weren&amp;#39;t there. And when Taylor heard your heels, she kissed him. And that&amp;#39;s where you come in.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Wow... I should&amp;#39;ve listened to Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well, you didn&amp;#39;t know.&amp;quot; *Nick leans over to Sam and whispers in her ear* &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not your fault... he still loves you.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Nick.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick turns his head to look at Sam* *Nick kisses Sam on the lips*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widen*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Remember... I still love you, too.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I know. I love you, too...&lt;i&gt; Nicky&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*the movie starts*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Still wanna watch Coraline?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Sure, Nick.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they watch the movie*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Aww... that was nice of Nick. =) I love him, too. What&amp;#39;s gonna happen between Sam and Joe now hat Sam knows the truth? Find out in &lt;u&gt;Part Four &lt;/u&gt;of &lt;u&gt;Chapter Seven: Get Back &lt;/u&gt;tomorrow on &lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Hey everyone! I&amp;#39;m back! Just to let you know, there&amp;#39;s only a few more days of this season. What do I mean? Hmm... I don&amp;#39;t know... Haha, just kidding. I mean I&amp;#39;m probably starting Season 2 next week, and ending this one, as well, next week! So keep reading!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Seven: Part Four&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Get Back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;After Coraline is over... 2 hours later...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick and Sam walk out of the theatre* &amp;quot;Wow, that was good!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Totally!... Thanks for coming, Nick.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s what best friends are for... scaring each other...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they laugh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Later.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;At Home...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Best 2 hours of my life...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam goes to sleep*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;******&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**THE NEXT DAY, FEBRUARY 14th**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam wakes up... it&amp;#39;s about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;7:42 am&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thank goodness it&amp;#39;s Friday!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam picks out a cute, new outfit*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I love this!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;Demi&amp;#39;s House...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi&amp;#39;s wearing this today*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*walks downstairs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Morning, mom.&amp;quot; Demi says sleepily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hi, hunny. Oh, I love that outfit!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What do you want for breakfast?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Toast, please.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s all?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, well, we might have a party at school today, so...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Have fun.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I will.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi grabs her toast and walks outside*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam runs up to Demi* &amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*both* &amp;quot;Oh my gosh, I love your outfit!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they both laugh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s go to school.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... do we have to, Demi?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, it&amp;#39;s Valentine&amp;#39;s Day! Come on!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;(by the way, this whole story started near Valentine&amp;#39;s Day)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;20 minutes later...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah! And he kissed me, too. On the cheek, but still.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Wow...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry I&amp;#39;m talking about Joe so much.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t be... Nick told me everything last night... Joe &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; right...it was &lt;u&gt;Taylor&amp;#39;s&lt;/u&gt; fault... I feel so bad..&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You should talk to him... he still loves you...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot; &amp;#39;Still In Love With You&amp;#39; comes to mind when you say that.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi laughs* &amp;quot;Good song...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Definetly... I like &amp;#39;Tonight&amp;#39; better though...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot; Because of Joe&amp;#39;s high note?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi looks at Sam curiously*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;...what? It&amp;#39;s a really awesome song!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Looks like someone has Obsessive Joe Jonas Disorder...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Really? Who?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;YOU, Sam...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... yeah... me.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;America does too.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No, &lt;i&gt;half the world&lt;/i&gt; does.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they both laugh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*********&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;(Joe&amp;#39;s wearing this:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;(Nick&amp;#39;s wearing this:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;(Kevin&amp;#39;s wearing this:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe sighs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey... Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe turns to face Nick*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I talked to Sam last night. She listened to every word I said.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... she believes you now.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*bell rings*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*The Jonas Brothers start to walk towards the school&amp;#39;s front door*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I still &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; love her...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;THEN TELL HER ALREADY!&amp;quot; Kevin practically screamed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I WILL!&amp;quot; Joe yelled back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Wow... you don&amp;#39;t have to yell.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Then why did you?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know....&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;******&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*beep* *the announcements start* &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;Attention students of East High. There will be a Valentine&amp;#39;s Dance after lunch. I repeat, a Valentine&amp;#39;s dance after lunch. That is all.&amp;quot; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Perfect! I&amp;#39;ll talk to Joe at the dance... I really love him...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe thinking* &lt;i&gt;Perfect! I&amp;#39;ll talk to Sam at the dance... and hopefully slowdance with her.... I really love her...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;At Lunch... 130 minutes later....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam and Demi sit at their usual table*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;So Sam... are you gonna dance with Joe?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;AWWW!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, keep it down. I said &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;******&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You gonna dance with Sam, Joe?&amp;quot; Nick asked, curiously.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;OOOH!&amp;quot; Nick and Kevin said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe hits both of them*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up... I said &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam waves at Joe*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe waves back, and smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;One Step At A Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Eight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;When You Look Me In The Eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Hmmm.. I wonder if Sam&amp;#39;s gonna dance with Joe? Who knows? (I do... LOL)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Find out who&amp;#39;s dancing with who in &lt;u&gt;Chapter Eight &lt;/u&gt;of &lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;h&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;e&lt;/font&gt; V&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;l&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;n&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;i&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;n&lt;/font&gt;e&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;s&lt;/font&gt; D&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;n&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;c&lt;/font&gt;e&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*everyone walks in, and &amp;quot;Poor Unfortunate Souls&amp;quot; is playing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi nudges Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I know... JB song... I love this one!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam sings*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Wow, Sam... you have an awesome voice!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;TY, Dems!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;NP.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they both laugh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*****&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe sees and hears Sam singing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Wow... Sam has the voice of an angel...&amp;quot; Joe admired.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&amp;quot;Poor Unfortunate Souls&amp;quot; ends... &amp;quot;Let It Rock&amp;quot; starts to play*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I love this song!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam sings* &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Because when I, arrive, I, I bring the fire... make you come, alive, I can take you higher...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, Sammy!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t like the &amp;#39;saints&amp;#39; part thought. It&amp;#39;s just not Christian-like.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Nick&amp;#39;s a Christian, too. And so is his family.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, I know...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Of couse you do, Sam.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;**2 MINUTES LATER**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&amp;quot;Let It Rock&amp;quot; ends, and &amp;quot;Gotta Find You&amp;quot; from Camp Rock starts to play*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widen*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi whispers to Sam* &amp;quot;Hey, you should go dance with Joe...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;****&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick whispers to Joe* &amp;quot;Ask Sam to dance.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Why don&amp;#39;t you?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Um, dude? Turn around...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe turns around to see Nick dancing with Selena*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Obviously my arms are full.&amp;quot; *Nick smiles at Selena and kisses her on the cheek*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Selena blushes*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe looks over to Sam*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe thinking* &lt;i&gt;Come on, Joe... go ask her... she probably wants to dance as much as you do....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe starts to walk towards Sam... but Sam doesn&amp;#39;t notice*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Demi&amp;#39;s eyes widen and her mouth drops*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;T-turn ar-round.&amp;quot; Demi stuttered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe pokes Sam on the shoulder*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam turns around*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, &lt;i&gt;Samantha&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Joseph&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Silence.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Do you, um...&amp;quot; Joe was so nervous. Sam could tell.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam walks closer to Joe and hugs him*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam kisses him on the cheek and whispers to him* &amp;quot;You can tell me &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;, remember?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;....Do you wanna dance with me?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Um... someone already asked me.&amp;quot; Sam said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; Joe asked, dissapointment in his voice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s his name?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam whispers to Joe* &amp;quot;Joseph Adam Jonas.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Awww....&amp;quot; Demi squealed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam looked at Demi, then at Joe*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe takes Sam&amp;#39;s hand* &amp;quot;Come on.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*they walk away from Demi*&lt;br&gt;*Sam wraps her arms around Joe&amp;#39;s neck and rests her head on his shoulder, and Joe wraps his arms around Sam&amp;#39;s waist*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe sings to her quietly*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Been feeling lost&lt;br&gt;Can&amp;#39;t find the words to say&lt;br&gt;Spending all my time stuck in yesterday&lt;br&gt;Where you are is where I wanna be&lt;br&gt;Next to you, you next to me&lt;br&gt;Oh &lt;br&gt;I need to find you&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Where are they?&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Demi spotted Sam and Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Aww.. they&amp;#39;re so cute together!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Miley, Selena and Emily walk up to Demi*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey.&amp;quot; They said in unison.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey... look at Sam and Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*they look at Sam and Joe slowdancing togehter*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Awww... they&amp;#39;re so perfect together!&amp;quot; Emily said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;******&lt;br&gt;*Taylor and Ashley walk into the gym where the dance is*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; this song!&amp;quot; Taylor almost shouted.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Because Joe sings it?&amp;quot; Ashley asked.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes!... Oh well, at least him and Sam aren&amp;#39;t together anymore.&amp;quot; *Taylor smiled*&lt;br&gt;*Ashley sees Sam and Joe slowdancing*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Um... I wouldn&amp;#39;t celebrate just yet...&amp;quot; *Ashley turned Taylor in Sam and Joe&amp;#39;s direction* &amp;quot;...look!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Taylor&amp;#39;s mouth drops open more than Demi&amp;#39;s did*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;WHAT! BUT... BUT...&amp;quot; Taylor paused. &amp;quot;... I know how to fix that!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Taylor walks up to Sam and Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, cutie.&amp;quot; Taylor faked a flirty voice. Obviously, she was talking to Joe.&lt;br&gt;*the song ends, and Joe turns around*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... hi Taylor.&amp;quot; Joe said in a flat voice.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*&amp;quot;Can I Have This Dance?&amp;quot; from HSM3 started to play*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...you wanna dance?&amp;quot; Taylor asked Joe.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Only in your dreams!&amp;quot; Joe almost yelled.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Dreams can become real, ya know...&amp;quot; *Taylor winks at Joe*&lt;br&gt;*Sam saw this and walked in between Joe and Taylor*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Taylor.&amp;quot; Sam said in a bold voice.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, what do &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; want?&amp;quot; Taylor said, sassy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why don&amp;#39;t you back up off &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; boyfriend and stop re-living the past... you and Joe Jonas are O-V-E-R!&amp;quot; Sam yelled at Taylor.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;In your dreams, wanna-be!&amp;quot; Taylor yelled back.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Dreams can become real, ya know...&amp;quot; Sam said, imitating Taylor&amp;#39;s voice.&lt;br&gt;*Sam turns around and hugs Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; him... way more than &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; did, and &lt;i&gt;ever would&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot; Sam said quieter than before, but you could still hear her.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, right! You&amp;#39;re just with Joe because &lt;i&gt;you wanna be famous&lt;/i&gt;! Newsflash - you &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; will be!&amp;quot; Taylor hissed.&lt;br&gt;*Sam stops hugging Joe and turns back to Taylor*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;You&amp;#39;re&lt;/i&gt; just &lt;i&gt;jealous&lt;/i&gt; that you guys didn&amp;#39;t work out! Wow, Taylor... &lt;i&gt;grow up&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Liar...&amp;quot; Taylor mumbled, but Sam still heard her.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;UM, NO! YOU&amp;#39;RE THE LIAR! YOU SAID YOU &lt;i&gt;DIDN&amp;#39;T&lt;/i&gt; KISS JOE, AND THAT IT WAS &lt;i&gt;HIS&lt;/i&gt; FAULT. BUT NICK TOLD ME &lt;i&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/i&gt; BECAUSE I DIDN&amp;#39;T BELIEVE JOE, AND &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; WERE &lt;i&gt;WRONG&lt;/i&gt;! JOE WAS &lt;i&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/i&gt;, AND &lt;i&gt;YOU&amp;#39;RE&lt;/i&gt; JUST A &lt;i&gt;SELFISH, LIAR&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot; Sam raised her voice.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;N-no... I-I...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t even &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to defend yourself. Don&amp;#39;t you think &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was jealous about you and Joe? &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; him and Camilla Belle? Yeah, I was... &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;. But I didn&amp;#39;t say anything. Well, I didn&amp;#39;t &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; him then... but I do &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;, and he&amp;#39;s the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; that&amp;#39;s &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; happened to me.. and I think &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; should just accept the fact that he loves &lt;i&gt;someone else&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot; Sam said. She finally got her chance to say something. And she put her point across... her and Joe were dating, and Taylor shouldn&amp;#39;t try to break that up.&lt;br&gt;*Taylor just stood there, speechless*&lt;br&gt;*Joe walks up behind her and hugs her from behind*&lt;br&gt;*Sam feels Joe&amp;#39;s arms, and holds them*&lt;br&gt;*Joe whispers in Sam&amp;#39;s ear* &amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you, Samantha.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam turns around so she&amp;#39;s facing Joe... and she hugs him*&lt;br&gt;*Joe pulls away and looks at her*&lt;br&gt;*the song ends, and &amp;quot;My Life Would Suck Without You&amp;quot; by Kelly Clarkson starts to play*&lt;br&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;br&gt;*Joe leans in and kisses Sam, and she kisses back*&lt;br&gt;*song* &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;My life (my life), would suck (would suck), withouuut youuuu...&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam pulls away and smiles*&lt;br&gt;*Joe makes that cute pouty face*&lt;br&gt;*Sam laughs, and kisses him again*&lt;br&gt;*Joe pulls away*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; love you, Sam.&amp;quot; Joe told Sam, and she smiled.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; love you, too... &lt;i&gt;Joseph Adam&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*they laugh*&lt;br&gt;*Sam singing to Joe* &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Cause we belong, together now, yeah&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;i&gt;Forever united here somehow, yeah&lt;br&gt;You got a piece of me&lt;br&gt;And honestly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;My life, would suck, withouuut youuuu...&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;*the song ends*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So would mine...&amp;quot; Joe said to Sam.&lt;br&gt;*Joe winks at Sam*&lt;br&gt;*Sam blows a kiss to Joe*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;********&lt;br&gt;*Joe walks out of the gym when the dance is over*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You did the right thing, Joe.&amp;quot; Nick and Kevin said, smiling.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, guys. Catch up with you in a minute.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick and Kevin walk away*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, baby.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe turns around*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam kisses Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;W-what was that for?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;For being honest this whole time... and me being wrong... I&amp;#39;m sorry. I should&amp;#39;ve listened to you first before flipping out.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay. I forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam kisses Joe again*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That was for me being sorry I yelled at you and making you cry. It broke my heart, but I was too mad to show it. I have an ongoing list of sorrys.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;d take us all day.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam laughs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah it would... wanna pick up with it at your house? Sleepover again, maybe?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sure. See ya later.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam walks away*&lt;br&gt;*Joe pulls out his phone*&lt;br&gt;*looks at something on his phone, and has a flashback*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hold on, Demi. Gotta read a text.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Demi smiles* &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam reads the text*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;hey sam... it&amp;#39;s miley... wanna come see coraline with me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam texts back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;sure! i SO wanna see that! be there in like 5 min, kay? *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;sure... i heard about you and joe... im so sorry... but guess what? he told me he still loves you! and he&amp;#39;s SUPER sorry... maybe you guys should work things out?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;yeah... but if you heard about him kissing taylor... you&amp;#39;d know why i don&amp;#39;t wanna *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;oh... that&amp;#39;s funny, he told me it was the other way around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;what? *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;yah... he said he was trying to tell you but you wouldn&amp;#39;t listen... stubborn r we?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;that&amp;#39;s what he wants you to think... i&amp;#39;m just so upset... i wanna believe him, but i saw the whole thing... so i ran crying... he &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; trying to say something... but i was crying too loud XD *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;okay.. well... you still love him don&amp;#39;t u?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;miley, i really can&amp;#39;t say. i just don&amp;#39;t know for sure. *presses send*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;that&amp;#39;s ok... see u soon..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;k *presses send and puts her phone away*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Who was that, Sam?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Miley... I&amp;#39;m going to see Coraline with her...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Cool! Have fun!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(Joe&amp;#39;s behind the corner, watching Sam and Demi&amp;#39;s conversation... Demi knows, but Sam doesn&amp;#39;t.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Joe thinking* &lt;i&gt;This plan better work... or Demi&amp;#39;s gonna be sorry... not really... I wouldn&amp;#39;t hurt her... she&amp;#39;s my best friend...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Joe puts his phone away and starts to walk home*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe puts his phone in his pocket*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe someday Sam will figure it out...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe smiles*&lt;br&gt;*Joe starts to run to catch up with his brothers*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;One Step At A Time: Rewind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Nine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Until You&amp;#39;re Mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;So... Sam and Joe are happy together... but I&amp;#39;ve added a twist to my story. We&amp;#39;re going to see how Nick&amp;#39;s romance is going! As you know, Selena dumped Nick in the story, and when Sam met him, she was comforting him. Nick has a thing for Sam, don&amp;#39;t ya think? &lt;u&gt;Not so fast&lt;/u&gt; - Nick and Selena were slowdancing in Chapter Eight at the Valentine&amp;#39;s Day Dance. And Nick kissed her on the cheek! But what happened in between the time Selena dumped Nick and when they were dancing together? Find out in this twisted &lt;u&gt;Chapter Nine &lt;/u&gt;of &lt;u&gt;One Step At A Time!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;At The Jonas Brothers House&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe walks in the door* &amp;quot;Hey, mom, I&amp;#39;m home!&amp;quot; *looks around* &amp;quot;Mom?&amp;quot; *goes to Nick&amp;#39;s room and knocks on the door* *Nick unlocks his door* &amp;quot;Hey Joe...&amp;quot; *Nick sobbing* *Denise sees Joe* &amp;quot;Hi, hunny.&amp;quot; *Kevin sees Joe, too* &amp;quot;Hey&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hey, mom... hey, Kevin.... what&amp;#39;s wrong with Nick?&amp;quot; *Nick goes up to mom and Joe, sobbing* &amp;quot;Selena dumped me yesterday...... for David Henrie.&amp;quot; *Denise hugs Nick* &amp;quot;Oh, hunny... it&amp;#39;s okay.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, Nick, it&amp;#39;ll be okay. She isn&amp;#39;t good enough for you anyway.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ya think so?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No... I know so.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Joe&amp;#39;s phone rings &amp;quot;Lovebug&amp;quot;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, hold on, I&amp;#39;m getting a text from Sam. *Nick, Kevin and Denise* &amp;quot;Who&amp;#39;s Sam?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh, just this girl....&amp;quot; *all 3* &amp;quot;AWW!&amp;quot; *Joe chases Nick and Kevin* &amp;quot;Yeah, you better run.. I know where you two sleep.&amp;quot; *Joe gets his phone and reads the text*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;(Now while Joe&amp;#39;s reading the text, let&amp;#39;s see what happened when Nick and Kevin ran away)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Kevin and Nick panting* &lt;br&gt;*Kevin looks behind him*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Dude, he&amp;#39;s not chasing us...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick laughs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Come on, let&amp;#39;s go in my room...&amp;quot; Kevin said to Nick.&lt;br&gt;*they walk in Kevin&amp;#39;s room*&lt;br&gt;*Nick sits on Kevin&amp;#39;s bed*&lt;br&gt;*Kevin shuts his door and sits beside Nick*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So... what happened between you and Selena? You guys have been best friends since you were little!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick has a flashback*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Can&amp;#39;t catch me!&amp;quot; Selena taunted Nick.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Selena starts running around Nick&amp;#39;s house*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, wait up!&amp;quot; Nick said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Nick catches up to Selena in his room*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Nicky.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Nick holds Selena&amp;#39;s hands and&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt; kisses her on the lips*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Selena giggles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You have a cute laugh.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Selena laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you, Selena.&amp;quot; Nick said.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you, too, Nicky.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*both laughing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... I&amp;#39;m sorry, Nick.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Kevin hugs Nick*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;Joe yells* &amp;quot;Hey Nick, Sam&amp;#39;s coming over in 5 minutes!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick tells Kevin, yelling* &amp;quot;Joe&amp;#39;s girl is coming in 5 minutes!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe runs back into Nick&amp;#39;s room...* &amp;quot;You are so dead...&amp;quot; *Nick and Kevin look scared* &amp;quot;JK. Oh, by the way... Sam said you&amp;#39;re really cute, and she especially wants to meet you.&amp;quot; *Nick brightens up and smiles* &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yup. She said me and you are so cute...&amp;quot; *Joe smiles* &amp;quot;Feel better?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Now I do. I can&amp;#39;t wait to meet Sam. Is she cute?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah.... real cute.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 minutes later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*doorbell rings* *Denise opens the door* &amp;quot;Hi! You must be Sam. I&amp;#39;m Mrs. Jonas, but you can call me Denise.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hi!&amp;quot; *Sam smiles* &amp;quot;Well, don&amp;#39;t just stand there... come on in!&amp;quot; *Sam walks in their house* *Denise yells* &amp;quot;Boys! Sam&amp;#39;s here!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Come on, Nick, Sam&amp;#39;s here!&amp;quot; Joe said.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Your girlfriend?&amp;quot; Nick asked with a smile on his face.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;She isn&amp;#39;t my girlfriend!&amp;quot; Joe almost yelled. *Joe lightly pushes Nick*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*they walk in the room* &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick&amp;#39;s wearing this:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam.&amp;quot; *Joe smiles* &amp;quot;Hey, Joe&amp;quot; *Kevin walks up to Sam* &amp;quot;So... you must be Sam.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I must be.&amp;quot; *Sam smiles and Kevin laughs* &amp;quot;Hi, I&amp;#39;m Kevin.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I know.. and so does.. the whole world...&amp;quot; Sam pauses. &amp;quot;Hi Kevin... *Sam smiles* &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a good thing... to be known.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles as Nick walks up to her* &amp;quot;Hi, Sam. I&amp;#39;m Nick.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Hi...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Joe tells us a lot about you... you&amp;#39;re basically all he talk about.&amp;quot; *Sam looks down* &amp;quot;He told me you especially wanted to meet me....&amp;quot; *Sam gives Joe the &amp;quot;Why did you tell him that?&amp;quot; look* &amp;quot;Yeah... I did.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;...and he told me you thought I was cute.&amp;quot; *Sam gives Joe the &amp;quot;You weren&amp;#39;t supposed to tell him that!&amp;quot; look* *Sam blushes* &amp;quot;Yeah...&amp;quot; Sam pauses. &amp;quot;...you are.&amp;quot; *Sam thinks&lt;i&gt;* I have like, a million butterflies in my stomach! I&amp;#39;m so nervous! &lt;/i&gt;*Nick whispers in Sam&amp;#39;s ear* &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re not too bad yourself.&amp;quot; *Sam giggles* *Joe whispers to Kevin* &amp;quot;I wonder what he said.&amp;quot; *Kevin whispers back* &amp;quot;Something to make her laugh... maybe he told her that she was cute.&amp;quot; *Sam whispers in Nick&amp;#39;s ear* &amp;quot;Demi told me what happened... I&amp;#39;m so sorry...&amp;quot; *Sam hugs Nick.... and he seems to like it, so he hugs her back* &amp;quot;Thanks...&amp;quot; *Nick cries quietly on Sam&amp;#39;s shoulder* &amp;quot;Oh, Nick... don&amp;#39;t cry.. please..&amp;quot; *Sam pulls away, and sees Nick with tears in his eyes* &amp;quot;She&amp;#39;s just a girl...Nick, look at me...&amp;quot; *Nick looks at Sam* &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t need her... you&amp;#39;ve got your family... and me... I know we just met... but that doesn&amp;#39;t mean I can&amp;#39;t care about you... right?&amp;quot; *Nick sobs* &amp;quot;Right... thanks, Sam... you rock.&amp;quot; *Nick smiles at Sam* &amp;quot;Aww.. thanks Nick.&amp;quot; *Denise walks in* &amp;quot;Ok, boys, dinner&amp;#39;s ready...&amp;quot; *Sam looks sad* &amp;quot;Well.. I guess I should go.. Bye guys.&amp;quot; *Sam starts to walk to the door* &amp;quot; Wait a minute, Sam.&amp;quot; says Joe. *Turns to his mom* &amp;quot;Can she stay... maybe for a sleepover?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sure, hunny.&amp;quot; *Sam turns around* &amp;quot;Thanks, guys!&amp;quot; *Joe walks up to Sam and hugs her* &amp;quot;No problem...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***********&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THIS TWISTED STORY CONTINUED ON THE PAGE CALLED&lt;br&gt;One Step At A Time: Rewind! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>2ndJBchatroom</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/2ndJBchatroom</link><author>1adamlambertfan</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/2ndJBchatroom</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 15:42:58 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt;Username:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Nick:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Kevin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Joe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Until Your Mine</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Until+Your+Mine</link><author>SoccerChick874</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Until+Your+Mine</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:20:48 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Until Your Mine&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Childhood:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Starring Samantha&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Demi Lovato(coming soon)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ashley Tisdale(coming soon)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Guest Starring:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Samantha&amp;#39;s mom&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Samantha&amp;#39;s dad&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;V&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;J(Samantha&amp;#39;s brother)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;THis episode will be a flashback of Samantha and Nick&amp;#39;s childhood. Samantha and Nick is 7 years old. Joe is 10. And Kevin is 12. Let&amp;#39;s begin&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;At Samantha&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*walks downstairs* Hey mom &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom*sad*Hi hunny &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:What&amp;#39;s wrong? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:*silent* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:And where is daddy? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom: I am sorry hunny. Your daddy and I had a fight so we are getting a divorce. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:WHAT???*sad/angry* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom; I am truly sor-- &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha*interrupts*No your not. You guys never work things out. *runs out* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom;*runs after her* Samantha! *sighs* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jonas Brothers:*laughing and talking* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*hears crying and stops* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*notice that Nick stopped* Nick what&amp;#39;s wrong? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick-umm*lying* I forgot something at the park. Be right back. *runs to the crying* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Kevin-*looks at each other confused and sits on the bench* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile with Samantha...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*crying in her secret tree house* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick-*thinks:where is the crying coming from?* *Hears the crying from above to see a tree house so he climbs up the tree to see a girl crying* ummm are you okay? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha: *looks up at him with teary eyes* what do you want?*sniffles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I just wanted to make sure you were okay. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sniffles and wipes her tears away* I..am.. fine*sniffles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles at her comfortly* I&amp;#39;m Nick Jonas &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles* Samantha. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:That&amp;#39;s a beautiful name &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha: *giggles* thanks &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*thinks;why do I feel butterfiles in my stomach? Man she has a beautiful giggle* That&amp;#39;s a laugh I wanted to hear!so Can I call you Sammy? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Sure.And Thanks. *thinks:Man he is so sweet and cute! Wait do I Like him?*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Your welcome &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*Hugs him and smiles*So can I call you Nicky? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*hugs her back and smiles* Sure! So do you want to tell me why are you sad? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smile fades but tells him the whole thing* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Oh I am so sorry &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:It&amp;#39;s okay. Hey how about you come to my house and meet my mom &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay. But can I bring my brothers? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:You have brothers? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yes &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So do I! And you can meet him too. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Cool &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Here*writes on his arm*is my house number &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Cool here is mine*writes on her arm* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay let&amp;#39;s go! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Meanwhile ...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*impatient*Where is he? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I don&amp;#39;t know but I see him with a girl &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:WHAT?*sees Nick and Samantha* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick and Samantha walk up to them &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Guys this is Samantha. Samantha these are my brothers Joe and Kevin &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nice to meet you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe: Nice name*smiles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks*smiles back* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick;*jealous* okay so can we go to Samantha&amp;#39;s house now? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:sure *holds Nick&amp;#39;s hand* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks at his and her hands touching and smiles* *holds her hand*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick and Samantha walk to her house &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*walking after them*aww they are so cute together! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yep. I think our little Nick is growing up!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*opens the door*Mommy I&amp;#39;m home &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:*runs out of the kitchen and hugs her* Oh hunny I&amp;#39;m so glad that your safe. Your brother and daddy have been worried about you. Samantha:daddy? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:(her real dad)*Runs downstairs to Samantha and hugs her*Oh my angel your home safe. Don&amp;#39;t you ever leave this house understood? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yes sir. But I thought you and mommy were fighting? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:Well we were... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:But after being worried about you,you brought us together! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Awww &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:*yells* VJ your sister is home &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:*runs inside the house to hug here*OMG little sister. Thank goodness your okay. We have been worried about you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Sorry for worrying you guys &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:It&amp;#39;s okay as long as you don&amp;#39;t do that understood? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Promise! So this is my family. Family this is Nick,Joe,and Kevin Jonas. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Nice to meet you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Nice to meet you too! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*points to her mom*this is my mommy of course. *points to her dad* this is my daddy *points to her brother*and this is my big brother Vj. So whose up for some Guitar Hero? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick,VJ,Joe,+Kevin:ME &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:race ya*runs* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick,VJ,Joe,and Kevin-HEY. *they start to run* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Ahhh children&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:But you got to love them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:True &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:*kisses her cheek*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs: Until Your Mine-Demi Lovato&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just Friends-Jonas Brothers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;True Friend-Hannah Montana aka Miley Cyrus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Can&amp;#39;t Have You-Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Until Your Mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Goodbye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0090&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;So during the years Nick and Samantha have gotten to be the closet friends ever. Even their parents are best friends. VJ,Joe,and Kevin have been friends since then.So now Nick and Samantha are 12.Joe and VJ are 15. And Kevin is 18. So on with the story&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At Nick and Samantha&amp;#39;s tree house...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laying down* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*climbs up the tree* Hey Sammy &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sits up* Nicky! What&amp;#39;s up? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Nothing much. You? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Same!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Hey I wanted to get you something &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Really? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Close your eyes &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*closes her eyes* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*hands her this...* &lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*opens her eyes* OMG Nicky this is your memory box. Why are you giving me this? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sad*Ummm ... Samantha:*worried*Nicky what&amp;#39;s wrong? Nick:Sammy I don&amp;#39;t know how to tell you this but... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:What? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Sammy I&amp;#39;m moving to California Samantha:*sad* oh &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:And your family is at our house helping us pack. And to say goodbye*about to leave* Samantha: Hey Nicky? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yes Sammy? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha: Just promise me that you will call me everyday or week.Or write me a letter. Promise &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Promise .They pinky swear. &lt;br&gt;Samantha:Lets go to your house &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay They leave to Nick&amp;#39;s house &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;When they get there...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick and Samantha have arrived to Nick&amp;#39;s house&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*sees them and walks up to them* I am guessing you heard &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*sad*Yeah &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:we will miss you &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Me too*crys on his chest*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*hugs her* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:walks up* She heard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:Yeah &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin*turns to Nick* SO did you tell Samantha yet? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*looks at Samantha to make sure she didn&amp;#39;t hear it and sighs* No.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:Well you better tell her soon*walks away* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*looks at Samantha and sighs* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After a few hours...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick*walks Up to Samantha*Hey Sammmy can I talk to you? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Sure &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;They walk away from the others so they don&amp;#39;t hear their conversation &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:So what do you want to talk about? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:Ummm...I....uh &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Denise:*yells*Nick it&amp;#39;s time to go &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*sad* I guess this is goodbye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*sighs* I guess. I&amp;#39;ll miss you &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Me too.*hugs him one last time*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*hugs her back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Everyone is hugging and saying goodbye to each other &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*pulls away*don&amp;#39;t forget to call or write me okay?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:Okay*about to leave* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Wait &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:Yes? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*kisses him on the cheek* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*feels his cheeks and smile*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:Bye*walks to the car and get in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*watches the car vanish* *sits on their grass crying* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Mom:Oh hunny.*hugs her* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*crys harder*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;VJ:I feel bad for Samantha &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Dad:Yeah. She really liked Nick.*watches Samantha cry*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;But saying goodbye is like saying a&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00ae&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;LIE&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs: Until Your Mine-Demi Lovato(main song)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goodnight and Goodbye-Jonas Brothers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Angel-Natasha Bedingfeild&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Miss You-Miley Cyrus&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Until Your Mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Four Years From Now&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Nick and Samantha have made contact with each other ever since he moved. Until Samantha&amp;#39;s 15th birthday last year where she got her last letter from nick saying:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Dear Samantha,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;I missed you so much. I wished you where here with me. You were my only best friend. I know today is your birthday so I sent you a letter. And remember ,no matter what happens we will always be best friends forever!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Sincerely,Nick&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After that day she waited for another letter or call. After a few weeks or months she began to wonder if Nick had forgotten about her. So she sat at her room everyday,crying. So on with the show. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;In New Jersey,at Samantha&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*staring at the window and her tears start to roll down*&lt;/font&gt; Her mom and dad come in Mom:*sits by her and hugs him* Samantha:*crys in her chest* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:*knows why she&amp;#39;s crying and feels sorry for her* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Why...would...Nick...not...call..or..send...me..a..letter....*crys harder*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:shush. It&amp;#39;s okay &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:You okay? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sniffles*yeah. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:It&amp;#39;s about Nick isn&amp;#39;t it? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks down*yeah &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Don&amp;#39;t worry hunny he probably is busy &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Or he forgot about me &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:Nonsense. That boy would never give up a true friend like you. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay Mom:*looks at dad* Thanks dad*then looks down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:*mouths:tell her* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:*nods and turns to Samantha*Um hunny? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:We have a reason why we came here &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Then why are you here? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Um hunny we are moving to California &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sad*oh okay &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:But don&amp;#39;t worry Princess you will make tons of friends there &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay thanks for telling me &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:If you need help packing call me okay *gives her a comfort smile*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*tries smiling*okay &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Both of them kiss her forehead.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Then Vj comes in... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:hey sis how are you? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:A little sad but I&amp;#39;m okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:Don&amp;#39;t worry sam. I know the boys and they are cool. They would never forget you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I hope so &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:Just have fun.Start all over*pats her shoulder and leaves* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;After VJ leaves...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*thinks about what Vj said* Maybe I will start all over!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile with the Jonas Brothers...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*walking downstairs*Hey guys I&amp;#39;m going out &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Where? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:With Miley &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Dude she is a bad influence on you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well she is my girlfriend why wouldn&amp;#39;t I spend time with her? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Because she is using you to be popular &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Whatever*He leaves* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe*scoffs*Attitude much? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*laughs*yeah &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile with Samantha...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*packing all her stuff* I guess we are leaving the old life behind *sighs and goes downstairs**hands her dad the stuff*&lt;/font&gt; Dad:*smiles*You ready? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks back at her house and sighs*Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:Okay. Now get into the car. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay!*she runs out to the car* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:*loads the luggage to the moving van and then drives off to the airport* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks out the window to see her old house and whispers:I&amp;#39;ll miss you**turns around*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Samantha,Vj go to sleep. We will wake you up &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+VJ:Okay*they sleep* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*In her dream,sees Nick*NICK!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*turns around and smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick*turns around and walks away*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Nick wait up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;But she can&amp;#39;t reach him.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Then she sees him fading away.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Nick.NICK!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;VJ:*shaking her*Samantha,Samantha,SAMANTHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*wakes up*huh?what?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:You were dreaming about Nick weren&amp;#39;t you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:How did you know? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Vj:You kept calling Nick,NICK!*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*punches his arm*that is not funny &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:sorry &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Then why did you wake me up? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom;It&amp;#39;s because we are here &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Oh*gets out of the car* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Once they board the plane...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Mom:Okay Vj and dad is going to sit together behind us. Me and Samantha will sit next to each other.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha,Vj,and Dad:Okay*then they go to their seat* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks at the window and sighs*Goodbye New Jersey &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Forget-Demi Lovato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Start All Over-Miley Cyrus&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Ready,Get Set,Don&amp;#39;t Go-Billy Ray Cyrus featuring Miley Cyrus&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Until Your Mine&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Start of something new:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Samantha does not know that Nick lives in California. Besides how could you remember that the person you liked was in California. It&amp;#39;s been like four years! So now Samantha and her family is now at their new house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*looking at her new house in amazement*wow*sees this..*&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;br&gt;VJ:*comes out of the car to see the house*mama mia!!! our house is HUGE!!! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I know! I mean how could we afford this?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Your father got a promotion to stay here. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Awesome!!! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad: Go inside to see your bedroom! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+VJ:Okay*gets their stuff and runs to their bedroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;With Samantha...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*opens the door to see...*   Samantha:*screams*OMG!!! I love my room!*ignore the &amp;quot;A&amp;quot;part it is supposed to be a &amp;quot;S&amp;quot;*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:*comes in her room*I knew you would love this. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thank you daddy!*hus her dad* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:Your welcome Princess. Now I&amp;#39;m going to get the rest of our stuff okay? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay*pulls away from the hug* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dad:*walks out of the room* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sighs and lays on her bed* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile with the Jonas Brothers...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*reading a magazine*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*playing video games*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*looking out the window to see Samantha&amp;#39;s dad getting things from the moving van*I guess we have new neighbors &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*stops playing video games*really? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yeah look outside &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*looks outside*oh we do &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Paul(their dad) and Denise(their mom) come in.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Paul:I can see that both of you notice the new neighbors. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Kevin:Yep &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:Why don&amp;#39;t all of you go there to welcome our new neighbors &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Why? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:because we want to welcome them. SO let&amp;#39;s go &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Fine*walks out of the house* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;When they get there...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Denise:*walks up to Samantha&amp;#39;s dad*Hello&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha&amp;#39;s dad:*turns around*Hello &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:We are your new neighbors. This is my husband Paul &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Paul:Hello &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:My son kevin &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Hi &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:my son Nick &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Nice to meet you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:My son Joe and I&amp;#39;m Densie.Welcome to the nieghborhood &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha&amp;#39;s dad:Hello everyone. I&amp;#39;m Vic. You can meet my family. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Paul:Sure. But let me help you get your stuff in &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha&amp;#39;s dad:Thank you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:Come on let&amp;#39;s go &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Nick+Kevin:Okay*follows their mom inside* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Why hello there. I&amp;#39;m Dolly&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:Nice to meet you I&amp;#39;m Denise Jonas and these are my sons Nick,Joe,and Kevin Jonas &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:*thinks-Those names sound so familiar*Nice to meet you. My son and daughter are upstairs let me call them.*Yells*SAMANTHA,VJ GET DOWN HERE &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+VJ:Coming &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:Whenever I call my sons they never come down &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Well my son and daughther always listen to me &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+VJ walk downstairs &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yes mom? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Meet the Jonas&amp;#39;s &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hello.Nice to meet you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*thinks:she looks so familiar*Nice to meet you too.I&amp;#39;m Kevin &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Joe&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I&amp;#39;m..uh...I&amp;#39;m &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:And he is Nick &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*giggles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*thinks:that giggle sounds so familiar*Yeah that&amp;#39;s me Nick &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Well nice to meet you Nick. And this is my brother VJ &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Vj:Hey what&amp;#39;s up?*shakes Joe&amp;#39;s hand* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:The sky*laughs* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:*laughs*Nice dude!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Would you like to stay for dinner? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:We would love to. But my husband has to help your husband first.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Okay*walks to the kitchen with Denise* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Well...I&amp;#39;m oing to my room see ya!*runs upstairs* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*watches her leave* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:So she is your sister? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:No duh! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:She&amp;#39;s cute &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick*hears Joe and get Jealous* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*notices that Nick gets jealous so he changes the subject*So this is your house?Man is it huge! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:I know. My sister and I got a bedroom with a walk in closet. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin+Joe+Nick:*look at each other and then look at VJ*AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:You guys wanna play Wii &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Which game? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Vj:I don&amp;#39;t know. You guys choose &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:race ya. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:Okay*runs* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick+Joe+Kevin:*runs after VJ* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;During Dinner...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Everyone is eating and talking&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So Nick what is your favorite childhood memory &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Hmmm It would probably be when me and my best friend would go to our secret tree house. We would always tell secrets and other things &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I have the same memory &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Seriously? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah back at New jersey my best friend told me that his brother&amp;#39;s nickname was Danger &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:That is weird &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Why &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Joe&amp;#39;s nickname is danger. And I told my best friend that I was moving here &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:That&amp;#39;s what my best friend said. Whose your best friend&amp;#39;s name? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Sammy &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*gasps*Nicky?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:How did you know...*looks closely at Samantha*OMG Sammy &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*happy*Nicky!*hugs him* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Wait so that means... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:That we met people we&amp;#39;ve already met &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:Yeah*pauses* Danger and K2 what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Vj my man what&amp;#39;s up? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:The sky! They do their handshake.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  And everyone talks about what had happen during the four years.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs:Start of Something New-High School Musical&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Start the Party-Jordan Francis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&amp;#39;m Ready-Drew Seeley&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catching Up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;During the party Nick and Samantha&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;started to catch up with each other. Until...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Ummm Nick?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Can I ask you something? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Sure shoot&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:when it was my 15th birthday it was the last time I heard from you &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks down*oh &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Why didn&amp;#39;t you call? Or sent me a letter? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:i was uh... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:You forgot about me didn&amp;#39;t you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:tell me the truth! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I was busy going out with my girlfriend*regrets saying those words* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*hurt*So you wanted to go out with your girlfriend then you best friend who had waited for what..a year!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha I&amp;#39;m... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Sorry. You know I don&amp;#39;t want to deal with this*runs out of her room* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha!*runs after her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Meanwhile with the others...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*sees Samantha crying and runs out of the house*what happened?*sees Nick running after her*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sees the same thing*Nick what did you do to Samantha? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Can&amp;#39;t talk right now.*Sees that it&amp;#39;s raining so he takes an umbrella and runs for Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Samantha...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha runs to the park and sits on the swings.&lt;/font&gt; Samantha:*crying* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looking for Samantha*Samantha! *hears crying to find Samantha* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*didn&amp;#39;t hear Nick calling and continues to cry*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*walks over to her*Hey &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:What do you want this time? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:To apologize &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:For what?For breaking our promise?Nick I cried for weeks because of you. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha I&amp;#39;m sorry please &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sighs* fine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*chuckles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*What? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:It feels like the first day we met&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Ready to go?*puts his hand out* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks at his hand and smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sure They walk hand in hand&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;When Nick and Samantha were seven years old.At New Jersey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Sure*holds Nick&amp;#39;s hand*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*looks at his and her hands touching and smiles**holds her hand*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick and Samantha walk to her house&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*looks at Nick and smiles*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks at Samantha smiling and smiles back*What? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*giggles*Nothing &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Come on tell me &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:It&amp;#39;s just that this reminds me of when we were seven years old. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Oh yeah when me and you were holding hands*blushing* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*Blushing*yeah &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:You know it&amp;#39;s kind of awakward because if your girlfriend were to see us holding hands she would probably kill me*laughs* Nick:*laughs*Well I&amp;#39;m not really sure if we are girlfriend and boyfriend. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*glad but doesn&amp;#39;t show it*How so? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:People are saying that Miley is just using me for popularity &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Well you know what they say&amp;quot;Your blinded by love&amp;quot; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yep*thinks:but I love you Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*think:I love you Nick*So...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:May I have this dance? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*There&amp;#39;s no music and it&amp;#39;s raining &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:Who cares?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*giggles*okay&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*leads her*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*laughs*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*laughs*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;(Pretend it&amp;#39;s samantha and Nick dancing in the rain)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey Nick? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks in her eyes*Yes &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks at him*I&amp;#39;m glad we met &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles*Me too*spins her around*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*Nick put me down &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Not unless you say Nick Jonas is the hottest guy ever &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*No&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay*Keeps spinning her* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*Okay.Nick Jonas is the hottest guy ever &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay*puts her down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*giggles and runs away* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Hey*catches her and holds her by the waist* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs and looks in Nick&amp;#39;s eyes* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*laughs and looks in Samantha&amp;#39;s eyes* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They lean in. And they kiss &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*Don&amp;#39;t you have a girlfriend? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Hmmm no! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:But my girlfriend is right in front of me &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*Smiles*Let&amp;#39;s head back&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles* They walk hand-in-hand&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;When they arrive...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha and Nick have arrived hand-in-hand&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Oh thank goodness your guys are okay &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yeah.You guys got our mom and your mom worry.*notices that Nick and Samantha are still holding hands* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Nick:Sorry &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sighs*Just don&amp;#39;t do that again okay? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Nick:Okay mom*looks at each other and burst out laughing* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise,Paul,Dolly,and Vic come out of the kitchen &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:Oh thank goodness you are okay &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Don&amp;#39;t you ever do that again do you understand? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yes mom &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:good*hugs her* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Paul:Well we got to go.School&amp;#39;s tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Vic:Yes so Samantha go to bed &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay goodnight &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Goodnight*about to leave* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Wait*runs to Nick and gives Nick a kiss on the cheek*Now goodnight*runs upstairs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;When they leave...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*feels his cheek and smiles* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Ohhh you like Samantha &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:So me and Samantha are dating now! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yes! &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:Awww my little Nick is growing up*pinches his cheeks* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Kevin+Paul:*laughing* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Mom!*looks at Samantha&amp;#39;s window* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees his mom pinches his cheeks,giggles,and waves* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and waves* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Denise:Oh I&amp;#39;m sorry dear &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:it&amp;#39;s okay*walks home*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Samantha...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*turns around to see her mom*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:You had an interesting night &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Did you tell Nick yet? &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*happy*Yes and now we are dating &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Oh honey that&amp;#39;s great!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Well go to sleep. Tomorrow is your first day of school &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay goodnight &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly*Kisses her forehead* After she leaves&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sighs and lays down in her bed* Here comes a new school &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs:Can I Have This-Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;One in a Million-Hannah Montana aka Miley Cyrus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;East Northumberland High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Now for Samantha it is going to be a hrad and rough life. Where all the drama,love,friendship,betryal,and much more! Get ready for lots of drama. Now it is 5:00am. AT Samantha&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Alarm goes off*plays Dance with Me by Drew Seeley*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*groans and shuts offf the alarm**walks to her walk in closet*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hmmm what to wear?*looks around and spots the perfect outfit*That one!*takes it and goes to her bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*wearing this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks at the mirror and smiles*Now this is cute!*walks downstairs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Goodmorning sweetie.You look gorgeous today.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thank you*looks at her watch*Oh I have to go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Vic:Okay have a good day at school&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I&amp;#39;ll try&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once she is at East Northumberland High...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Woah!*looks at her new High School so she walks in*Where is the office?*bumps into someone*I am so sorry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:It&amp;#39;s okay. *looks up*Hey aren&amp;#39;t you the new kid?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hi I&amp;#39;m Demi Lovato&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I&amp;#39;m Samantha&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi;Nice to meet you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nice to meet you too. So do you know where the office is?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah.Let me show you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Your welcome*leads her to the office*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*comes out of the office*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:So what&amp;#39;s you homeroom?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:516&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Man I&amp;#39;m in 512. Hey how about you sit by me at lunch?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay.Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  *bell rings*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay see ya later*she leaves*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks for her homeroom when she bumps into someone*OMG I am so sorry. I am having bad luck today&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Watch where your*looks up*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks up*Nick?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:OMG Samantha I am so sorry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Since when did you become such a jerk?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Umm I dont know. Hey what&amp;#39;s your homeroom?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:516&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Cool me too. Let&amp;#39;s walk together&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they make it to homeroom...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha and Nick arrived&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*sees Nick and Samantha so she walks up to Nick*Hey Nicky&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Whose that loser?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*gasp*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*lying*I don&amp;#39;t know who she is.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*shocked and hurt*Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Awww is the little wimp going to cry?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks at Nick with disbelief and runs out of the class room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*feels guilty*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*saw the whole thing*Miley just back off for once! She&amp;#39;s new so how about you just shut your little big mouth and put it on Cody!*runs after Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*scoffs*Whatever&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:What did Ashley mean when she said put your mouth and put it on Cody?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*lying*I don&amp;#39;t know what she is talking about! She&amp;#39;s a loser don&amp;#39;t listen to her!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*confused*Okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*crying*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*finds Samantha*Hey are you okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sniffles*Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley: don&amp;#39;t listen to what Miley says. She gets jealous when girls are around Nick.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks*sniffles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:I&amp;#39;m Ashley Tisdale&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles and sniffles*Samantha&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*smiles*Nice name&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;Come on let&amp;#39;s go to first period before we are late&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Okay we will skip until lunch...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*walks into the cafetria*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sees Samantha and walks over to her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*sees Samantha*Hey Samantha over here!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees Nick walking towards her**shakes her head and walks over to Demi&amp;#39;s table*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*disappointed and walks away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*saw the whole thing*What was that about with Nick and you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees Nick looking at her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sees Samantha looking at him and looks down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*turns to Demi*Nothing&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*suspicious*Okay. Well this is...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey Ashley&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:You already know each other?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Yeah we met at homeroom&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Joe and Kevin walk in the cafeteria&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi+Ashley:*sighs dreamily*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I&amp;#39;m guessing you guys like Joe and Kevin?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Duh! Their the hottest guys in the school&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I can see that&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:But Nick is the most popular people ever. He only talks to girls who he is going to date&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Wow&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:And you know what&amp;#39;s weird?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Joe and Kevin are coming here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:OMg I have to fix my hair&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Me too!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*rolls her eyes*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Kevin:Hey Samantha&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey Joe.Hey Kevin&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:You guys know each other?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:We&amp;#39;ve know each other ever since I was seven years old&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Cool&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*notices that Samantha is sad*Why are you sad?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Guess what your brother did?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Which one?The dumbo beside me ?or the player over there?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Hey!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi+Ashley+Samantha:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:The player over there!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin;He made fun of you in front of class didn&amp;#39;t he?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:I&amp;#39;m going to lecture him so bad&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I&amp;#39;m with you there brother!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  *bell rings*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Well gotta go see ya guys later*she leaves*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Skipping until the end of school...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*walking home*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sees Samantha*Samantha wait up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha*ignores him and continues to walk*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Come on Samantha wait up*catches up*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*just walking*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Come on Samantha&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:What do you want?To humiliate me again?Well to late Miley did one already&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No I&amp;#39;m came to say sorry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nick when are you going to learn that saying sorry is supposed to mean that you won&amp;#39;t ever so that! But instead you think it&amp;#39;s the other way around!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Look how many times am I going to get you to forgive me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:None now goodbye*goes in her house and closes the door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Outside...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick;*thinks:I Am doing this for Samantha**Sings Please be Mine*But I&amp;#39;ll be there forever you will see that it&amp;#39;s better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  All our hope and our dreams with come true&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  I will not disappoint you,I will be there for you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Till the end,The end of time,please be mine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Inside...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*hears singing outside and opens the door a little bit to see that Nick is singing**thinks:Omg that is so beautiful**She opens the door wide open*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and continues singing**he begins to walk towards her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smile*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*finishes the song and smiles at her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:you never give up do you?*giggles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Nope&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So where did you get the song?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I made it myself&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Awww&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:The song was dedicated to you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  samantha:You wrote a song for me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles* yes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha*smiles and hugs him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:So I broke up with Miley&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah. I don&amp;#39;t want to date her anymore.She is so mean&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:aww thanks Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and kisses her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  samantha:*smiles and kisses him back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:East Northumberland High-Miley Cyrus aka Hannah Montana&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Please be mine-Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Party&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;So Nick and Samantha made up after that day. Demi, and Ashley kept their secret that they like the Jonas Brothers to themselves. So now It has been 2 weeks since she moved in. So now it&amp;#39;s time to have a slumber party! At Samantha&amp;#39;s House...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha: *waiting for the girls*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi+Ashley:*Knock on the door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Finally!*runs to the door and opens it*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hey girly&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey you guys what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Just excited for the slumber party&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Of course&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dem;Dang your house is huge!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:That&amp;#39;s what I said when I moved in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley*laughs*come on let&amp;#39;s go to your room&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*giggles*okay let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meanwhile with the Jonas Brothers...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*reading a magazine*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*playing video games*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*Doing homework*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Ugh! I&amp;#39;m bored its a Saturday and I&amp;#39;m bored!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*stops reading*So am I.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Hey how about we do a prank on the girls. I heard they are having a slumber party&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Nick:Okay!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay we will start at midnight&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Sure&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;With Samantha,Demi,and Ashley...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*opens her door*Well this is my room&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*looked amazed*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*looked gazed*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:ummm guys?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Your room is awesome!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Why thank you!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*looking around her room*Oh is that your closet?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*opens her closet door and screams*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Owwww ash what was that for?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:You have a walk in closet&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:That is soooo cool!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*looking around Samantha&amp;#39;s room to find a guitar*Hey is that your guitar?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:You play?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Hey how about we hear a song later,but first let&amp;#39;s try on your cute shirts!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;All three chooses their outfit. After they are done...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:How do I look?*wearing this...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Love it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:That could be a perfect outfit for your date with Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:So are you guys official yet?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:No. We&amp;#39;ve only been on one date!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:That means we have to fix your hair,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Your make up...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:And everything&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:To make you look fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks guys. So I&amp;#39;m going to change back into my regular clothes.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After Samantha is done...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Okay Demi your up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*Goes to her bathroom*Dang&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Look at her bathroom&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Let me see*goes to the bathroom to find...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Dang Samantha. Your bathroom is huge!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Is everything in your house large?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:well yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:You are officially living my dream house&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*Okay let&amp;#39;s see Demi&amp;#39;s outfit&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:hello then get out&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:okay! Okay! Sheesh you didn&amp;#39;t have to be that mean!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After Demi is done changing...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi: Well what do you think?*wearing this...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Dang you could make Joe drool after seeing that&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dem:*laughs and blushes*You think?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Duh. How about you keep that until next week when we get to school&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Wait are you serious?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Duh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Thank you! Thank you!*hugs her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*hugs her back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Your the bestest friend ever&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*fakes cough*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:You know your the bestest friend ever too!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*Okay &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Let me change now&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After Demi is done...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*gets out of the bathroom*Okay Ash it&amp;#39;s your turn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay. I&amp;#39;ll be right back&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;When Ashley&amp;#39;s done...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:Well what do you think?*wearing this...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Cute!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:You can look fabulous and work it during gym!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*saw a cute outfit for Ashley*Hey Ash how about this one? I bet it will be cute. And you can keep those clothes.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah besides my mom bought me so much clothes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Thank you!*hugs her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*hugs her back*Okay now dress up!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay! Okay! I&amp;#39;ll be right back!*runs to the bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After She is done...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:*comes out*So what do you think?*wearing this...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Demi:Wow&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Do you like it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Like it? I Love it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Kevin will love it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*laughs and blushes*Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Now change or else I won&amp;#39;t sing for you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay*runs to the bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After Ashley is done...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:*comes out*Okay I&amp;#39;m dont now sing for us!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Okay! Okay*picks up her guitar and begins to play**sings(note:I do not own any of the songs) Believe in Me*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At the end...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:*claps*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*claps*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Thanks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:You should enter the talent contest&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Oh no! I am not joining anything. I mean I&amp;#39;ve only been at this school for what two weeks!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Don&amp;#39;t worry Samantha. She was just kidding!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sighs*Thank goodness! Okay I&amp;#39;m tired so I&amp;#39;m going to sleep Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi+Ashley:Goodnight&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;At midnight...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:Okay now what are we gonna do?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:You go to the power switch and find Samantha&amp;#39;s room. Turn the powers out and that&amp;#39;s when me and Nick get the girls, And once you do that you can get Dem. Got it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick+Joe:Got it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay let&amp;#39;s do this&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*climbs up to Samantha;s window*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin :*opens the door slightly*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*goes to the power switch and finds Samantha&amp;#39;s power so he turns it off*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  (Note:The signale is when the girls scream)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*hears screaming so he climbs the window*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*chukles and grabs Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*screams*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Samantha where are you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin;*grabs Ashley*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*screams*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Guys where are you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*Grabs Demi*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*screams*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hey I recognize that voice&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:NICK!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Surprised!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Oh your going to get a surprise&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I&amp;#39;m sorry babe!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sighs* Just don&amp;#39;t do it again okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:JOE!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:KEVIN!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Hi&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi+ashley:I&amp;#39;m going to get you!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Kevin:Uh oh!*they start to run*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Nick:*hugs each other and laughs at them*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Party-Demi Lovato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Live to Party-Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Whole New World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick and Samantha have been inseparable since then. Demi,Joe,Ashley,and Kevin have kept their secrets that they like each other! So at Samantha&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*reading a book*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:*knock on the door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I&amp;#39;ll get it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Okay honey.Oh and me,your father,and your brother are going out.*they leave to the backdoor*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay*opens the front door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Hey!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Ummm hey guys why are you---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Nick told Joe who told me which I told Ashley that you were going on a second date&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay?*confused*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:So how many hours until he comes?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Ummm 7:00 why?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:So that means we have two hours to do everything&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Just go upstairs*pushes her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay!Okay! Stop pushing me sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Just go!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk upstairs&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they are in Samantha&amp;#39;s room...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Okay. Now what?&lt;br&gt;Ashley:Okay first we find the right dress&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay now let&amp;#39;s go to your closet!*they run to the closet*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sighs*I have weird friends*walks to the closet*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*sees a dress*Oh what do you guys think of this one?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:No! That is not good for a second date!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:GUYS! Why are we making such a big deal. It&amp;#39;s just a date&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:No it&amp;#39;s the date that decides wheather or not you guys were meant to be!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah so we need to make you look gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*Sees another dress*Oh how about this one?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:No too dark!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah your right!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*sees another dress*Hey guys how about this one?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh now that is gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:That is!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay! Now you Missy take a bath while we get our make-up kit--&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:And other things now go!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay*takes the dress with her and goes to the bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*comes out of the bathroom*So how do I look?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Gorgeous&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Now sit down&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sits down on the chair*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay we are going to do a half a pony tail--&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:But we have to curl your hair first!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They begin to do their magic&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:There we go!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Look at our master piece!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks in the mirror*OMG I look so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Nick will probably drool!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay now since we are almost done we have your jewelry*shows her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha*gasp*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:And a pair of heels*shows her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Now those heels are beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;I know!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:And I love the jewelry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay stop admiring and starting wearing!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay! Okay*puts them all on*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Meanwhile with the Jonas Brothers...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:Okay how do I look?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Awesome. Now get ready&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Now stay calm&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:How am I supposed to be calm. This is Samantha! She is the most amazing girl I&amp;#39;ve ever met! She&amp;#39;s my best friend since I was little.The one who makes me so happy everyday! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay! Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sighs*Sorry. I&amp;#39;m just nervous!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Get nervous when it&amp;#39;s the dance. But for a date you shouldn&amp;#39;t be nervous. Just be yourself. Beside Samantha likes you for you.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Thanks dude! I needed that!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Your welcome dude!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay stop saying dude&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:You just said dude&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:So did you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:You just said it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No I didn&amp;#39;t&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe;Yes you di---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay we get it! Now Nick get ready!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay*walks out of the house*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Meanwhile with the girls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*panicked*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Samantha calm down.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:How am I supposed to be calm? This Nick. He is the most amazing guys I&amp;#39;ve ever met! He&amp;#39;s my best friend ever since I can remember. The one who comes up to my mind once I wake up and once I dream. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Samantha Nick loves you for you. And you love him for him.So just be calm and be yourself&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:thanks Demi&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Your welcome&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The door bell rings&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:OMG he&amp;#39;s here!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay I&amp;#39;ll get the door. And when I call for you. You walk down slowly. Not too slow but a kind of fast slow&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*confused*Okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*runs downstairs and opens the door*Hey Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Umm hey Demi is Samantha here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah she is.*yells* SAMANTHA! NICK IS HERE!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Oww Demi I&amp;#39;m right here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Well I had to call her gosh!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees Nick and walks downstairs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sees Samantha and smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*walks up to Nick*Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:hey*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Are you ready to go?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*extends his hand*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*grabs his hand and walks out of the house*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Bye! You kids have fun out there!*closes the door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Meanwhile with Samantha and Nick...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*gets into the car*So where are we going?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:It&amp;#39;s a surprise&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Awww&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:And your going to have to have a blindfold on!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Can&amp;#39;t I just close my eyes?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No because remember when we were little we used to play hide and seek and you peeked!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey not my fault your too slow!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Exactly!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay fine*puts on the blindfold*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*begins to drive*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once we get to their place...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Are we there yet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So can I take off the blindfold?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Nope&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Aww&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Come on I&amp;#39;ll lead you!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*leads Samantha to their place*Okay you can take off the blindfold off&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Takes it off to see...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:OMG Nick this is beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:You like it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Like it?I Love it!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Good*kisses her cheek and leads her to the table*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:About to sit*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Wait*pulls the chair out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*pushes the chair in*Your welcome*sits in his chair*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:How did you pull this off?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well your family helped me by telling me things you didn&amp;#39;t tell me when we were little.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Like?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Music,singing,those things&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  A waiter walks up to them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Waiter:Hello. How may I serve you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I&amp;#39;ll have steak and a coke&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I&amp;#39;ll have the same &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Waiter:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Waiter:Your welcome*walks away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:You even got us a waiter&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I have connections&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick: Usually girls don&amp;#39;t like those things. They just eat salads or something&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Maybe I&amp;#39;m different&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:A good different&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Waiter gives them their food&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thank you so much&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Waiter:Your welcome!*walks away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:So I have another surprise for you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Seriously?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Seriously! Now close your eyes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay*closes her eyes tightly*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*puts this around her neck...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*opens her eyes to see a necklace hanging around her neck*OMG Nick! This is so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:When I moved I remembered that you always wanted a hello kitty necklace so I bought you this&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Awww you remembered! But you didn&amp;#39;t have to---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No I wanted to&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*Nick?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles back*Yes?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Your the most amazing person I ever met.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:And your the most gorgeous girl I have ever met.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles an leans in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*leans in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They kiss&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and pulls away*Hears I Turn to You by &lt;b&gt;I turn to you&lt;/b&gt; by Christina Aguilera so he extends his hand*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles and takes his hand*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They begin to dance&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha;*rests her head on Nick&amp;#39;s shoulders*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and continues to dance*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles and thinks:I wished this lasted forever*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*thinks:I wished this lasted forever**spins her around so that they are facing each other*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*laughs and spins her around*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;When Nick and Samantha were in the rain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:May I have this dance?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*laughs*There&amp;#39;s no music and it&amp;#39;s raining&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:Who cares?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*giggles*Okay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*leads her*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(pretend it&amp;#39;s Samantha and Nick dancing in the rain)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:This is the most fun I&amp;#39;ve ever had&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Is that it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Any more surprises?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:There is one more I want to share with you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:But I have to lead you there.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay*puts the blindfold on*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*leads her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they get there...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Are we there yet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yep you can take it off&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*takes it off and see a meadow*Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:This is my very own secret place. Well our secret place.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Wow it&amp;#39;s beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sits next to him*whatcha thinking?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Alot of things&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Like?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:How amazing you are!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:awww&lt;br&gt;Nick:well I think I should get you home&lt;br&gt;Samantha:Do I have too?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*laughs*Yep let&amp;#39;s go&lt;br&gt;Samantha:Okay*holds his hand*&lt;br&gt;Nick;*looks at their hands touching and smiles*&lt;br&gt;They walk to the car&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs:This is me(acoustic version)-Demi Lovato&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;I Turn to You-Christina Aguilera&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;That&amp;#39;s How You Know-Demi Lovato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Future Love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Samantha and Nick had an interesting love. Well they didn&amp;#39;t say love to each other but Nick is planning on saying it during one of the chapters so get ready. Now it&amp;#39;s going to be all about Joe and Demi. So at school with Joe...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*walking in the hallway when he sees Demi at her locker so he walks up to Demi*BOO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Ahhhhh!*bumps her head*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*giggles and rubs her head*It&amp;#39;s okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:So what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Well I was getting my books until you scared me to death&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*laughs*Again sorry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:It&amp;#39;s okay. SO what do you want?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Ummm I was thinking if we could---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The bell rings&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Well I got to go bye*walks to her class*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sighs and leaves for his class*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;We will skip until lunch. With Joe...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*walks to his brothers&amp;#39; table and sighs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:What&amp;#39;s the matter bro?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe: I was going to ask Demi out but then the bell ringed&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Oh that must suck&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:It does. You know your lucky Nick!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Why am I lucky?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Because you can just be yourself when your around Samantha. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Yeah. And we have to act all goofy to get Demi&amp;#39;s and Ashley&amp;#39;s attention&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well Samantha told me that Demi likes you Joe. And Ash likes Kevin&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Kevin:Seriously?*excited*&lt;br&gt;Nick:yeah. And she said that they liked you because of who you are&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Okay now I have the confidents to ask Demi out&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Me too!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*stands up and walks over to the girls*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh hey Joe!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Hey girls. Ummm Demi can I talk to you in private?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Uhh sure*thinks:OMG he&amp;#39;s going to ask me out! AHHHH!*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe and Demi walk to a place where the girls won&amp;#39;t hear&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After Demi and Joe left...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:*walks over to the girls*Hey girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Hey Kevin. What&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:uhh I just wanted to talk to you in private?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Ummm sure&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin and Ashley walk outside&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;After they leave...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick:*walks over to Samantha*Hey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles and kisses him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:So what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:well my friends went somewhere with your brothers&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well remember when you told me that Demi and Ash liked Joe and Kevin?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yeah what abou--*knows what he&amp;#39;s talking about*YOU TOLD THEM?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I didn&amp;#39;t mean t-- Wait good?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*nods*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:your not mad?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha :Nope&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Not even a bit&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nope&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Because I was about to tell them that Joe and Kevin liked them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:we had the exact same idea didn&amp;#39;t we&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:yes we did*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the populars...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Miley*watches them kiss,talk,and laugh**scoffs*Look at them. They make me sick&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Looking at Joe and Demi as a couple is sick.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:So is Ashley and Kevin as a couple&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:we need a plan to break them up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:You got that right&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:But how are we gonna do it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*gets a plan and smirks* I got an idea&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:*evil grin*I love it when yuo have a plan&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:I know*laughs evily*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Jemi(Joe and Demi)...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:So what do you want to talk about?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:well I was wondering if...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:If what?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*looks away*if you would go out with me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Of course I will&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:it&amp;#39;s okay if you---*hears what she said*What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi;I said of course I will&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Awesome!*twirls her around*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*laughs*Come on Joe let me go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Let&amp;#39;s go back to the table&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Okay*hold her hand*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*smiles and continues walking*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Kashley(Kevin and Ashley)...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:So what do you want to talk about?*sits on the bench*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:About us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:What about us?*thinks:is he trying to ask me out?If he is I am going to scream!*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:If you will go out with me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*smiles*Of course &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:YES! umm I mean cool&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*laughs*Okay let&amp;#39;s go back inside.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*holds his hand*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*smiles and continues to walk*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Inside...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick and Samantha:*talking to each other until Samantha see Jemi holding hands*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:well one couple is on&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Who?*sees Joe and Demi holding hands*Oh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Demi:*smiles*Hey Guys&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I see you guys are together now&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Yep*smiles at Demi*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*smiles back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:So where&amp;#39;s Kevin and Ash?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Well I see them now&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Now there is another couple*sees Kashley holding hands*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin+Ashley;hey guys&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:And I&amp;#39;m guessing you guys are together?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:It&amp;#39;s great.Me and Ash are going to have a date Friday&lt;br&gt;Samantha:Congrats to the four of you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jemi+Kashley:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;We will skip until the end of school...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*walking home*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*walks out of school and sees Demi*HEY DEMI WAIT UP!*runs up to her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*turns around and smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*catches up with her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:So what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe: I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date Saturday&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Sure*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Okay see you tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay*smiles and kisses his cheek**continues to walk home*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*feels his cheeks and smiles so he walks home*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once he gets home...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*sighs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:What&amp;#39;s up bro?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:I&amp;#39;m just excited that I&amp;#39;m dating Demi.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I know the feeling. So we all got the girls of our dreams&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*walks in the room*Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*goes to his room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Joe...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*throwing his basketball up and down**thinks:Man how did I get so lucky?*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  He begins to sleep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;In his dreams...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe and Demi dancing in a ballroom with other people including Kashley and Namantha(Nick and Samantha)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi: Your a cool guy Joe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:Your an amazing girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*Smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:*smiles and leans in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*leans in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;They kiss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Outside his dream...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*still sleeping but he is smiling*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Future Love-Varsity Fanclub&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Heartburn-NLT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 9&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Girls Just Wanna Have Fun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Well now we know that Jemi and Kashley are back together. We will spend a day with Kashley on the mext chapter. Hint! Hint! Good thing there is no more drama. Or is there?But don&amp;#39;t worry drama is coming your way! So anyways we are going to spend time with the girls. So at the mall with the girls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They arrived to the mall&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Ready to go shopping girls?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:Totally&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:We totally need outfits for our dates---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:And for school. So where to?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:How about guess?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I&amp;#39;m not going to guess which store we are going to&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:No I meant the store&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh I knew that&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*of course you did&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Let&amp;#39;s go girls. W have alot of stores to go to!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk into the store&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Oh I see my perfect dress for my date&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:try it on&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay*walks into the changing room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After she is done...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:*comes out*How do I look?*wearing this*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Beautiful&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:You should totally wear it tomorrow for your date with Kevin&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Thanks guys.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Now go change&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay*goes back into the changing room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha and Demi continue to look for their clothes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh I see my perfect outfit &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Go and try it on. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay*goes to the changing room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After she is done...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*comes out*So how do I look?*twirls around in this...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &amp;#39;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nice! Joe will drool over that!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:He is going to stare at you the entire day&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*blushes*Thanks guys&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Now hurry up and change so you can help me find something to wear at my date&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After she is done...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*looking for her outfit and sighs*I can&amp;#39;t find anything&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Are you serious?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Do you think I should wear a dress?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Well it depends on the date. Hey how about one dress just in case and one shirt with skinny jeans.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey that&amp;#39;s a good suggestion. Thanks Ash&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Your welcome*sees a cute dress*Hey Sam what do you think of this dress?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*comes over*Oh that is nice&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay try that on and I&amp;#39;ll find something else!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks Ash&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:No problem&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*goes to the changing room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After she is done...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:*comes out*Well how do I look?*wearing this...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:OMG that is cute. All you need is jewlery---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Heels and a purse to finish the dress. I would go for the dress instead&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks guys. Next stop Claire&amp;#39;s&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:But Claire&amp;#39;s house is outside the mall&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I meant by the jewlery store&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I knew that too!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk to Claire&amp;#39;s&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they get there...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Oh these would make a cute part of my outfit. What do you think?*shows Demi these...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh they do! Buy them!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Well we will skip after a few hours...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:I have never been so tired in my life*sits on the bench*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I know what you mean*Sits on the bench*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Anyone hungry?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Pretzel and coke please?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Ice cream&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay*walks over to the food court*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I can&amp;#39;t wait until my date with Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Same here. Well not with Nick but with Joe&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:We got the best boyfriends ever!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:No duh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley comes back with the food&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Here is your pretzel and coke.*hands it to Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Ice cream for you*hands it to Demi*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Thanks. I needed food&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*laughs*And I have my coke*sips her soda*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:This is so fun!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I know. This is the best hang out we&amp;#39;ve ever did as friends.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Demi+Ashley:*sighs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Anyone wanna go to my house?We could watch a movie&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I&amp;#39;m good with it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk out to the car&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they reach Samantha&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:We&amp;#39;re here*looks at the Jonas&amp;#39;s to see Nick,Joe,and Kevin watching them*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*gets out of the car*What?*looks at what Ashley is looking*Oh I guess we got peeping toms&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:hey I got an idea&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:What is it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Just follow me*yells*Oh no I have so many bags to carry. I guess nobody will help me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*hears it and rushes out of the door*Hey I&amp;#39;ll help&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh no you don&amp;#39;t have to*sarcastic*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Well I&amp;#39;m a gentlemen. Let help*grabs her bags and brings it in the house*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Ashley:*looks at each other and does the same thing*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Oh I can&amp;#39;t carry all this. Poor me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*hears it and runs out the dorr to help Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:aww thanks Nicky*kisses his cheek*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*follows her in amazement*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Awww now I have to carry all of these bags. Poor little me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*hears it and runs to help her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:aww thanks Kevy*kisses him in the lips*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*smiles*Anything for you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:You know your very cute right?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yes. Yes I do&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Good*giggles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Inside Samantha&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:Okay which movie do you guys wanna watch?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 2!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay*puts the movie in a sits next to Nick*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They watch the entire movie&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Fabulous-Chealsa Staub&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Fabulous-Ashley Tisdale and Lucas Grabeel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Girls Just Wanna Have Fun-Miley Cyrus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 10&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Forever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well the girls and boys had fun during the movie. So as I promised you ,we are going to spend the whole day with Kashley on their date. But first let&amp;#39;s see what the girls are up to. At Ashley&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:*waiting for Demi *&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*knocks on the door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*opens the door*Hey guys&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hey. So are you ready?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Yep ley&amp;#39;s start&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay I got the make up kit.And everything else now let&amp;#39;s go.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk to Ashley&amp;#39;s room&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:First of all we need you to get your dress that we bought yesturday with you to the bathroom so after you are done taking a bath you can dress up. So go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay! OKay*goes to the bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After she is done..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:Okay now what?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Sit down.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*sits down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay we are going to make your hair straight.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Sure. Let&amp;#39;s just go because we to hurry before Keivn gets here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*doing her ahir*Okay! Okay we are hurry don&amp;#39;t worry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:How much time do we have?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Four mintutes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay ash all you need to put on are your heels and your matching purse&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*outs themm on*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Meanwhile with the Jonas Brothers...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:*walks downstairs*Okay guys I&amp;#39;m going out now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Okay have fun with Ash&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Thanks*he leaves and geets into the car**drives to Ashley&amp;#39;s house*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Meanwhile with the girls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*looks at the window and sees Kevin&amp;#39;s car*Okay he&amp;#39;s here&lt;/font&gt;turns to Ash*Okay just do what Samantha did with Nick&amp;#39;s date. But since your room is downstairs just walk out of your room to Kevin. got it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Got it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I&amp;#39;ll get the door&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The door bell rings&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay*runs to the door and opens it*Hey Kevin. How are ya?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Umm good. So is Ash here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yep. Hey Ash Kevin&amp;#39;s here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*comes out of the room to Kevin*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Wow&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Ready to go?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:definetly*walks out with Kevin*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;In the car...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:So where are we going?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I don&amp;#39;t know. Wherever you want to go I will go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Awww. That&amp;#39;s so sweet. How about we go to the movie?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Your wish is my command*drives to the movies*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:How lucky am I to have you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Very lucky&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*giggles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they are there...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:We&amp;#39;re here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Awesome!*gets out of the car*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:So what movie do you want to watch?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Hmmm how about 27 dresses?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Sure&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Are you sure?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Whatever you want I&amp;#39;ll do for you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*giggles*Okay*they walk to the movie theater*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After the movie...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:That was a good movie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Are you just saying that because I liked it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Nope&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Are you lying to me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Nope. I&amp;#39;m serious!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:So you know Red Lobster the resturant?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Yeah that&amp;#39;s the most expensive resturant ever. Why do you ask?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Well I made reservations for both of us&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:OMG Kevin that must have cost a fortune&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:It did but it was worth it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Awww that&amp;#39;s sweet&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:So are you hungry?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Starving.*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*laughs and walks to the car*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they get there...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;They walk into the resturant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The front man:May I help you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Oh I made reservations for Kevin Jonad and Ashley Tisale&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The front man:*looks at Ashley*Is that her?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yes sir&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The front man:Okay. Follow me to your table&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They follow him&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The front man:*hands them a menu*Here you go. Your waitress will be here soon&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:wow this is so cool&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Smanatha:*comes up to them,wearing her uniform, and looking down*Hello how may I---*looks up and sees Kashley*Kevin?Ashley?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*looks at Samantha*OMG Samantha what are you doing here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I work here as a waitress.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Cool&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So what can I get for you guys?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;Well I&amp;#39;ll just have a lobster&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Same here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Drink?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Umm water please?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Sprite&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Coming right up*walks to the kitchen*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After Samantha left...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:wow I never knew Samantha was working here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Me too. She never told me she was working at red lobster&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Well now we know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Yep. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*walks to them with their drinks*Here you go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin;Hey Sam I never knew you worked here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Oh I started last week&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Cool&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So your food will be ready in a few minutes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin+Ashley:Thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Your welcome*walks to another table to take their order*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin+Ashley:*talking and laughing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*walks up to them with their food*Here ya go.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Thanks Sam!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Your welcome. Do you guys want dessert?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:I&amp;#39;ll have a sundae&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:with two spoons?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:You read my mind*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*coming right up*walks to the kitchen*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Why two spoons?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:So we can share&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*comes with their sundae*Here ya guys go.And here is your bill*hands it to them*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Thanks. *pays her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay see ya later*she leaves*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*looks at her watch*Oh we have to go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk out of the resturant to the car&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they get to Ashley&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:Okay we&amp;#39;re here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I&amp;#39;ll walk you to the door&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They get out of the car&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*turns to Kevin*I had a great time&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:So did I&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*leans in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*leans in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They kiss&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;*smiles and pulls away*Bye*opens the door and closes it behind her back**sighs and leans on the door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*smiles and goes to his car*I am very lucky&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:I am very lucky&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Forever-Chris Brown&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Fly to Your Heart-Selena Gomez&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 11&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Trainwreck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well now that we know that Kevin and Ashley&amp;#39;s date was a sucess it is now Saturday the date of Joe and Demi are going to. So with Demi...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*singing*This is real,this is me. I&amp;#39;m exactly where I&amp;#39;m suppposed to be now.Gonna let the light shine on me.Now I&amp;#39;ve found who I am.There&amp;#39;s no way to hold it---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her door bell rings&lt;br&gt;Demi:I&amp;#39;ll get it*opens the door and sees a note**reads*&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hello Beautiful,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Well I can&amp;#39;t wait for our date. You are probably wondering why I left this note on your doorstep. Well just follow this riddle. Even though we are far apart, we will see each other at the &lt;u&gt;park&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Love,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Joe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;P.S Wear something nice&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*outloud*Even though we are far apart we will meet each other at the park. Why did he underline---*knows where to go*Oh I get it*runs to her room and dress up*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once she is finish...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*rushes to the living room to find her hat*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Demi&amp;#39;s Mom:*sees Demi rushing*what&amp;#39;s the rush honey?&lt;br&gt;Demi:I have to go on a date bye mom*runs out the door*&lt;br&gt;Demi&amp;#39;s mom:Okay?*looks back at her article*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once Demi is at the park...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:Hmmm where is---*sees a letter that say &lt;i&gt;For Demi &lt;/i&gt;so she opens the letter and reads&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hello Beautiful,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;I can&amp;#39;t wait until we see each other. You have one more letter left until you see me. But in order to see me follow this riddle---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*sighs*What&amp;#39;s with the riddles?*continues reading*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Where the water leaks is where we will &lt;u&gt;meet&amp;quot;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:Hmmm where the water leaks is where we will meet. What is he talking abou--*knows where he is*Oh I see*goes to the beach*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At the beach...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*looking around the beach*Joe?Joe where are---*looks ahead to see Joe and a flat rock where a table is on top*OMG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe:*jumps*You like it?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Omg I love it. Joe how did you ---&lt;br&gt;Joe:Well I wanted to make this special&lt;br&gt;Demi:Awww*kisses him on the cheek*&lt;br&gt;Joe:I don&amp;#39;t get a kiss on the lips?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Maybe&lt;br&gt;Joe:Here let me help you up*helps her up to the rock*&lt;br&gt;Demi:Wow this is beautiful&lt;br&gt;Joe:*climbs up*Just like you&lt;br&gt;Demi:*looks at him and smiles*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*smiles back*&lt;br&gt;Demi:So what was with the riddles?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Just wanted to see is you knew where you were going&lt;br&gt;Demi:Well I did&lt;br&gt;Joe:Because your the most amzing and smart girl ever&lt;br&gt;Demi:Awww *kisses him on the lips*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*pulls away*Now I get the kiss&lt;br&gt;Demi:Because you deserve it.&lt;br&gt;Joe:*smiles*So are you hungry?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Straving&lt;br&gt;Joe:*Takes out a picnic basket*&lt;br&gt;Demi:So what do we have?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Well I have your favorite food&lt;br&gt;Demi:Pizza?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Yep&lt;br&gt;Demi:Yay!&lt;br&gt;Joe:Let&amp;#39;s dig in&lt;br&gt;They begin to eat&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After a few minutes...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:*looks down*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe:*notices that something is wrong*What&amp;#39;s wrong?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Nothing&lt;br&gt;Joe;Come on tell me&lt;br&gt;Demi:No it&amp;#39;s nothing&lt;br&gt;Joe:Look me in the eyes and tell me that there is nothing wrong&lt;br&gt;Demi:*looks in his eyes but looks away*&lt;br&gt;Joe:See so what&amp;#39;s wrong?&lt;br&gt;Demi:It&amp;#39;s just that---&lt;br&gt;Joe:Just that what?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Why did you choose me?Why not the other girls in school who aren&amp;#39;t nerds like me&lt;br&gt;Joe:Because that&amp;#39;s why I like about you. You don&amp;#39;t care about what people say about you. You don&amp;#39;t always crowd around me to sqeeze me to death&lt;br&gt;Demi:*giggles*&lt;br&gt;Joe:And there are so many things that I can say about the things that I like about you. But your special&lt;br&gt;Demi:Awww that is so sweet&lt;br&gt;Joe:Well since we are done there is one more thing I wanted to do on our date.&lt;br&gt;Demi:Which is?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Do you like canoeing?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Yes why?&lt;br&gt;Joe:You&amp;#39;ll see come on&lt;br&gt;Demi:Okay&lt;br&gt;Joe:*Jumps and lands on his foot**helps demi get down*&lt;br&gt;Demi:Okay let&amp;#39;s go&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they are going on the canoeing...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:*laughing with Demi*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Demi:*laughing*I think we doing this wrong&lt;br&gt;Joe:Does it matter?&lt;br&gt;Demi:*laughs*&lt;br&gt;Joe:You know you have the cutest laugh ever&lt;br&gt;Demi:*blushes*&lt;br&gt;Joe:So did you know that Samantha works at Red Lobster?&lt;br&gt;Demi:She does?Wow she didn&amp;#39;t tell me that.&lt;br&gt;Joe:She didn&amp;#39;t tell us. Well she did tell Nick&lt;br&gt;Demi:She is supposed to tell Nick because he is her boyfriend.&lt;br&gt;Joe:Well of course&lt;br&gt;Demi:*laughs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Emily...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Emily:Ugh why does there have to be woods?*looks at the lake to see Joe and Demi laughing*UGH!*storms off*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Joe and Demi...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi;*hears something*Did you hear that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe:Hear what?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Nothing*continues talking with Joe*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe:So is there anything you want to know about me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Demi:Hmm nothing&lt;br&gt;Joe:Nothing&lt;br&gt;Demi:Well I can tell by what you do&lt;br&gt;Joe:cool well I just want to know if you like music?&lt;br&gt;Demi:I love music. I write songs&lt;br&gt;Joe;Seriously?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Yep&lt;br&gt;Joe:Can I hear a sample?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Nope.&lt;br&gt;Joe Why not?&lt;br&gt;Demi;Because I&amp;#39;m going to use it for the talent show. But I do need help with the third verse&lt;br&gt;Joe:Does that mean I can hear it?&lt;br&gt;Demi:*sighs*Fine&lt;br&gt;Joe:Yay!&lt;br&gt;Demi:*sings*I&amp;#39;ve always been the kind of girl. That hid my face. SO afrain to tell the world what I&amp;#39;ve got to say. But I have this dream. Bright inside of me. I&amp;#39;m gonna let it show. It&amp;#39;s time to let you know.To let you know*sings the rest of the song*&lt;br&gt;Joe:Wow that was beautiful&lt;br&gt;Demi:Thanks. So can you help me with the third verse and chorus?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Sure.*thinks*Hmmm how about this&lt;br&gt;*sings*Your the voice I hear inside my head.The reason that I&amp;#39;m singing.I need to find you.I Gotta find you.Your the missing piece I need the song inside of me. &lt;br&gt;Demi:*joins in*&lt;br&gt;Joe+Demi:I need to find you. I gotta find you. This is real this is me*sings the rest of the songs*&lt;br&gt;Demi:Wow&lt;br&gt;Joe:That was cool.&lt;br&gt;Demi:Hey do you want to do a duet?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Sure.&lt;br&gt;Demi:*looks at her watch*Oh I got to go&lt;br&gt;Joe:Okay but first let&amp;#39;s get out of boat&lt;br&gt;Demi:Right&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they are done and at Demi&amp;#39;s house...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi:Well we&amp;#39;re here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joe:I&amp;#39;ll walk you to the door&lt;br&gt;They reach Demi&amp;#39;s doorstep&lt;br&gt;Demi:I had a great time&lt;br&gt;Joe:Me too&lt;br&gt;Demi:*kisses his cheeks*Bye*Opens the door and closes it behind her*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*once she closes the door he scrams*YES!*and then he walks to his car&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs:Trainwreck-Demi Lovato&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;La la land-Demi Lovato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 12: Part 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let&amp;#39;s Dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now we know the couples are happy let the drama begin. Now let&amp;#39;s see what the girls are up to. With the girls...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Girls:*laughing and talking*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey did you hear about the masquerade dance?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh yeah. I did. I&amp;#39;m going. How about you guys?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Duh!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I am definitely going.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah and we could help each other with what we&amp;#39;re going to wear. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The boys come&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sits next to Samantha*Hello ladies. So what are we talking about?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:The masquerade dance&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Oh yeah I heard of that&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:So are you guys going?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Well if your girls are going than we are going.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:So how are you going with?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*joking*Hmmm I don&amp;#39;t know how about Dylan?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*jealous*What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*laughs*I&amp;#39;m just kidding. You know I want you to be my date&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Good *kisses her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the populars...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Miley:*watching Samantha and Nick*UGH I hate her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*watching Jemi*I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:*watching Kashley*Yeah. We need a plan to break them up and fast&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*gets and idea*And I have one&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly+Emily:You do?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Yes now heres the plan *tells them the plan*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the gang...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Ashley:So you guys pick us up at Samantha&amp;#39;s house at 7:00 okay?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Sure&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:But be quick the dance is at 6:30&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:We will&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay see ya then&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:See ya *kisses him on the cheek and leaves with the girls*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Next Day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the girls before school ends&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Samantha:OMG today is the dance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay let&amp;#39;s meet each other at the end of school&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi+Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the guys...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*runs into the living room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:whoa bro what&amp;#39;s the rush?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Guess whose band is going to sing at the masquerade dance?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I don&amp;#39;t know who?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:US!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:No&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Way!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Seriously&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Dude how did you---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I have connections&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Man that&amp;#39;s awesome&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:This is going to be awesome&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:But which songs are we doing?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the girls. It is 5:00...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Ready girls?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay. Pick out your outfits and meet in Samantha&amp;#39;s room&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:ready&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Set&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:GO&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They go in different places&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  After a few minutes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I&amp;#39;m done&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Same here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Ditto&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay since we have four bathrooms I can go in my room, Ash can go in the one across---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  AshleY:Why do I get the one across?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Just use it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Fine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:And Demi can go downstairs&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Ready. Set.Go!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They go.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  After they are done&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*comes out of the bathroom wearing this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*comes in with this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees Ashley&amp;#39;s outfit*Nice. Love the dress&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*sees Samantha&amp;#39;s outfits*Thanks. But I totally love your outfit&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:What&amp;#39;s taking Demi so long?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*comes in wearing this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees Demi outfit*OMG Demi I love your outfit&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*sees Demi&amp;#39;s outfit*Ditto. It is so awesome!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi;*sees their outfits*Thanks. But I like you guys outfits.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:But we all love each other&amp;#39;s clothing don&amp;#39;t we?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  AshleY:All we need is jewlery.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Demi:Blinglicious!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They laugh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the guys...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jonas Brothers:*are wearing this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*puts on his mask and he is wearing this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*puts his m&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;ask&lt;/font&gt; on and is wearing this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*puts his mask on and is wearing this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*turns to Joe and Kevin*Not bad &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*looks at Nick and Kevin*You guys look good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Ready to pick the girls up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yep let&amp;#39;s go.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Wait you did bought a limo right?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:why do we need a limo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I have no idea&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Demi told me to buy a limo for a day&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Let&amp;#39;s just go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk out of the house to see the limo in front of their house&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*knocks on the window*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Limo Driver:*opens the window*Yes sir?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Can you wait while we get the girls?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Limo Driver:Dance?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Limo Driver:Okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk to Samantha&amp;#39;s front step&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the girls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:*drops by*Hi girls.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hi mom&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:You guys ready for the dance?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Hey girls take a picture together&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:That&amp;#39;s a good idea mom.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:*gets the camera*Okay girls smile&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam+Demi+Ash:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:*takes the picture*That is beautiful.Hey how about you take a picture with your father &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Victor come here!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Victor:Yes?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Take a picture with your daughter&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Victor:Okay. But Samantha if Nick causes you a problem I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I know daddy. You&amp;#39;ll lecture him about how he behaved. But don&amp;#39;t worry daddy he won&amp;#39;t I promise&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Victor:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Smile&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Victor:*smile*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hey how about the whole family takes a picture together?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Good idea Demi. Thanks. VJ come here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:*comes in*Yes mom?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:We&amp;#39;re taking a picture with your sister.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Vj:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Say cheese&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha&amp;#39;s Family:CHESSE&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*takes the picture*Got it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*hears the bell ring*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:I&amp;#39;ll get it*walks downstairs and opens the door*Hello boys. How are you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Are the girls here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Yes. Girls the boys are here.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Girls:*walks downstairs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jonas Brothers:WHOA&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hi Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Hi.*kisses her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hi Joe&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Hi*kisses her cheek*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Hi Kevin*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*smiles*Hey Ash&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Can we take a picture with each couple then all together?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Mom&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Don&amp;#39;t worry. We still have time. Come on&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They take pictures&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay bye mom&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Bye. Have a great time&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;When they get to the dance...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Girls:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:We&amp;#39;re here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I can&amp;#39;t wait&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Oh and we have a surprise for you girls&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:What is it?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Not telling you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Why not?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:You&amp;#39;ll find out&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*gets out of the limo and helps Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles and gets out of the limo*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*does the same thing*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Anything for you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*Does the same thing*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Thanks Kevin&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Anything for my girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;Aww*kisses his cheeks*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the populars...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*sees them and smiles*Ready girls?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily+Aly:Yes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:remember the plan?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Duh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:You guys ready?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guys:Ready&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:You better make this right or else&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guy number 1:We know now let&amp;#39;s do it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:After the guys perform&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guys:Whatever&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*smiles and walks in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;During the dance...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jemi:*dancing*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Namantha:*talking and laughing*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kashley:*dancing and talking*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*looks at Kevin*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*looks at Joe and nods*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*looks at Nick*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks at Joe*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*nods at him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*nods back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Umm Nick?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*turns to her*Yes?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Why are you nodding?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Umm my necks hurts. Hey can you hold on a sec?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*confused*Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Thanks*walks to Joe and taps him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Umm Demi can you hold on a sec?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Sure&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*walks to Kevin and taps him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*lying*Hey Ash I&amp;#39;m going to get punch you want any?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*walks with Joe*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The song ends&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Principle:Hello students. Up next we have three brothers in a band. They are very talented. Give it up for the Jonas Brothers&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick+Joe+Kevin:*come on stage*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha;Oh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:My&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Gosh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:That&amp;#39;s their surprise?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I think so&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*onstage*This song goes to our girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:We hope you like it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:And again we are called the Jonas Brothers&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jonas Brothers:*sings Inseparable&amp;quot;*take my hand tonight. we can run so far. we can change the world to anything you want.we can talk for hours staring at the stars. They shine down ot us*sings the rest of the song*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The crowd goes wild&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk off the stage&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*runs to Nick and hugs him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*hugs back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thank you so much&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Your welcome&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*runs to Joe and hugs him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*hugs her back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:That was so sweet of you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:You know you mean the world to me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*runs to Kevin and kisses him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*smiles and pulls away*What was that for?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:For writing a song so romantic&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:You know I would do anything for you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*hugs him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Well I&amp;#39;m going get some punch anyone want to come?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:We will&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk away&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the populars...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*sees that they are gone*Okay you know what to do&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guy:Okay guys let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guys:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk to the girls&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Ready girls?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:You bet we are&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Okay let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk to the guys&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*flirty*Hey Nicky&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:What do you want Miley?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*lying*To talk to you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I don&amp;#39;t want to hear it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Please Nicky?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sighs*Fine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk away&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*flirty*Hey Joey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:What do you want from me Emily?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Just to talk&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:About?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Us&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:There&amp;#39;s no us&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Can we just talk?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sighs*Fine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They leave&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:*flirty*Hey Kevy&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:What do you want?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly&amp;quot;You&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Your never becase you keep blowing off our dates&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Can we just talk?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Fine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk away&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;With the girls...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guy #1:*taps Samantha&amp;#39;s shoulder&amp;#39;s*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*turns around*Hey Dylan&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan:Hey Samantha. Nice dress&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan:Your welcome.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks around for Nick*Hey did you see Nick by any chance?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan:Ummm yeah he went out the hallway with someone&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*thinks:Who is he with?*Thanks*walks to the hallway to find Nick*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guy #2:*taps Demi&amp;#39;s shoulders*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*turns around*Oh hey Cody what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Cody:Oh nothing much. Did we have homework for math?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Nope why?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Cody:Umm no reason.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*looks for Joe*Hey did you see Joe?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Cody:Oh I think he went outside with someone&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*thinks:Who is he with?*Thanks *Walks outside*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mystery guy #3:*Taps Ashley&amp;#39;s shoulders*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*turns around*Hey Zac&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Zac:Hey Ash. How are you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Good you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Zac:Same&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Hey have you seen Kevin?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Zac:Oh yeah he went in a room with someone&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*thinks:Why is he with someone?*Thanks*goes searching*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;GET READY FOR PART 2!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 12 :Part 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Gonna Get Caught&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Well now it&amp;#39;s part two but a different name of title. So on with the chapter. With Samantha...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looking for Nick*Nick?Where are you?*sees a room open so she walks to the room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Nick and Miley...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:What do you want Miley?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Oh nothing*touches his arm*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*shrugs his arms off*Leave me alone&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*hears footsteps so she kisses him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*tries pulling away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*walks in to see them kissing*shocked and cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*pulls away and turns around to see Samantha standing there cry*Samantha it--&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*crying*It&amp;#39;s not what it looks like?Yeah I&amp;#39;ve heard of that. Nick how could you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha I&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I actually thought you were different&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Demi...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Joe?Where are you?*hears talking so she walks there*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Joe and Emily...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Now what do you want Emily?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Us. Now come on&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:We are never going to be together&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*hears footsteps so she kisses him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*Tries pulling away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*walks around the corner to see Joe and Emily kissing**shocked and cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*pulls away and turns around to see Demi crying*Demi it&amp;#39;s not what it looks like&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*crying*Like I&amp;#39;ve heard before. Joe why are you doing this to me?To test me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:No Demi I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:What did I do to make you cheat on me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Ashley...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Kevin?Oh Kevin where are you?*sees a light in one of the rooms so she walks there*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  (Note:Samantha is on another hallway and Ashley is in a different one)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Kevin and Aly...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:What do you want to talk about?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Us&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Look Aly I don&amp;#39;t like you anymore. I like someone else.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:*hears foots steps so she kisses him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*walks in the room to see Kevin kissing Aly**shocked and cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*pulls away and turns around to see Ash crying*Ashley we---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*crying*Well if you didn&amp;#39;t like then why did you say you like me?Was it to give me a pity date?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*tries to hug her*No Ash---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*backs away still crying*No. Don&amp;#39;t touch me.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Samantha,Nick,and Miley...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  (continued from last time)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I have&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:No you didn&amp;#39;t. You just love to play with peoples hearts don&amp;#39;t you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*tries holding her*Sam I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:No. Stay away from me. Don&amp;#39;t talk to me. Don&amp;#39;t do or say anything to me*runs away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Sam! Wait! *turns to Miley*Do you ever think ever somebody other than yourself?*Then runs ffor Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*runs to the girls bathroom so that Nick can&amp;#39;t come in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Demi,Joe,and Emily...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  (continued last time)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Demi you didn&amp;#39;t do anything&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Then why am I standing here watching my boyfriend kiss his ex-girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Dem*tries to hug her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*backs away* No. I don&amp;#39;t want to see you or talk to you EVER! WE ARE THROUGH!*runs inside*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:DEMI! *falls down on the floor crying*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Don&amp;#39;t worry Joe you have me.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:No. Thanks to you I lost the most amzing girl ever.*runs to find Demi*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*runs to the girls bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Ashley,Kevin,and Aly...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:And don&amp;#39;t even talk to me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Ash I&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Just leave me alone. WE ARE THROUGH! *runs away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Ash wait! *turns to Aly*Thanks alot. Now I lost my most precious girlfriend ever!*runs to find Ash*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*runs in the girls bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the girls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*hears crying and sniffles*W-who is here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*comes out of the stall*I-I am&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*comes out*m-me too&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*sniffles*Heart broken?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha+Demi:*sniffles*Yep&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:I want to get out of here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Me too&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*Hears the boys*Ssssh they are coming&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sees Joe and Kevin*Hey guys have you seen Samantha?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:No have you seen Demi?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:No but did you happen to see Ash?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe+Nick:Nope&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:How about we help each other find them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Sure&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  After they leave&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*opens the door a little bot to check if they aren&amp;#39;t there*Okay let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Luckily i hid my car was brought here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:How did you get your car here?You rode in a limo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:I asked my mom to bring it in just incase&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Smart&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Why thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay let&amp;#39;s go already.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay*they run outside*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the boys...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jonas Brothers:*near the enterance*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I can&amp;#39;t find Samantha anywhere&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:I can&amp;#39;t find Demi either&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Same here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Jonas Brothers:*hear a car running*THEY ARE OUTSIDE*they run outside*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the girls...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees the boys running towards them*Ummm Ashley can you hurry?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Why?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Because here they come&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:OMG Ash hurry up!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*gets the car working and drives off*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Come on guys run faster&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:We are&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Then run faster*runs faster*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They are finally out of breath&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks up*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*turns around*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:UGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So where are we going?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:The boys are probably going to look for us at our homes so we have to somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Well how about we go to Samantha&amp;#39;s house and dress up before they try to find us at Samantha&amp;#39;s house&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:good plan now let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They drive to Samantha&amp;#39;s house&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they get there...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*uses her keys*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  demi:go faster&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I am*opens the door*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Hi honey. Your home early&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:umm we are going out somehwhere&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:With the boys?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh no!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  samantha:*hears someone coming*Ummm mom if Nick,Joe and Kevin konck tell them we weren&amp;#39;t here!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Mom:Okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They run upstairs and changes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks through the window to see the Jonas Brothers*OMG they&amp;#39;re here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay we&amp;#39;re done&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sees them coming in*Oh now their in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay go through the window&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay*gets outside and jumps*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*does the same thing*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*gets outside and hears Kevin*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sees Ashley*Ashley?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  ashley;here I go *jumps out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*looks at Ashley and sees that they&amp;#39;re in the car*They&amp;#39;re outside&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They run outside&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Come on ash hurry up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay!*sees them outside*Oh no&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Wait!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*Drives off*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Guys get in the car&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe and Nick get in the car. They drive after them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:You know what? Their never going to leave us alone&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:They will *they drive faster*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sees them vanish*UGH! we lost them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Now what?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:We are going to talk to them tomorrow. We have to&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sighs*Fine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They drive home&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*looks back and sighs*Thank goodness their gone.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;Okay let&amp;#39;s go home.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Hey how about you guys sleepover at my house&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I &amp;#39;ll do it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  ashley:Okay let&amp;#39;s go to our houses first and get our clothes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Gonna Get Caught-Demi Lovato&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Be Good to Me-Ashley Tisdale&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Gotta Go My Own Way&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Well it&amp;#39;s sad how our fellow lovers had broken up. So after a few days the girls and guys have not spoken ever since. But not until the boys broke the ice. So with Nick...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*walking in the hallway when he sees Samantha by her locker so he walks to her*hey sam&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  samantha:*silent and gets things from her locker*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Come on Samantha. I didn&amp;#39;t kiss Miley&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:You know you have to talk to me sooner or later&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nick---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yes?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*gives him back the necklace*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;When Nick and Samantha had their second date&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:So I have another surpirise for you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Seriously?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:Seriously.Now close your eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*closes her eyes tightly*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*ties this around her neck...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*opens her eyes to see a necklace hanging around her neck*OMg Nick!This is beautiful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:When I moved I remembered that you always wanted a hello kitty neckalce so I bought you this&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Awww I remembered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*confused*Ummm why are you giving this back to me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:So you can give it to Miley&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:But I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Look Nick. There something about us that doesn&amp;#39;t feel right these days. It feels like we&amp;#39;re falling apart. I think we should go our seperate ways. Goodbye Nick,Forever*kisses his cheeks one last time and walks away with tears rolling down her cheeks*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*tears roll down his cheeks and walks away sad*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Joe...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*walking when he see Demi by her locker so he walks to her*Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*ignore him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sighs*Look Demi---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*gives him back this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Note: This is a deleted scene on Joe and Demi&amp;#39;s third date)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:Hey Demz?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:Yes Joey?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:I got you something&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:You did?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:Close your eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*Closes her eye*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:*puts this around her wrist...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*opens her eyes to see a watch around her wrist*Omg Joe. Thank you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:Demi I love you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*smiles*I love you too&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*confused*umm why are you giving me this?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:So you can give it to Emily. I&amp;#39;m sure she&amp;#39;ll love it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Emily and I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I know. Your dating. And---*lying*I&amp;#39;m happy for you. Look Joe. I have to say goodbye Joe. Forever *kisses him one last time and walks away with a tear rolling down her cheek*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*tears fall down his cheek and walks somewhere*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Kevin...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*is walking when he sees Ashley so he walks towards her*Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*ignores him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Umm Ash about yeaturday I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Here*hands him this...*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flashback&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;(note:This is another deleted scene)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;This is when Kevin and Ashley had their fifth date&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin+Ashley:*laughing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:Hey I got you a present&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:Kevin you know my birthday is in July&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:Ys I know. But just close your eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:Okay*closes her eyes*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:*hands her a box*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:*opens her eyes to see a box in her hand*What&amp;#39;s this?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:Open it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:*opens it to see this...*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:OMg Kevin these earrings are so beautiful&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:*smiles* Just like you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:*smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin:*confused*Umm why are you giving me this back?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:So you can gice it to Aly. I&amp;#39;m sure she&amp;#39;ll like it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:But I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;*sighs*Kevin. You know I love you. And you love me. But---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:But what?*scared of what she&amp;#39;&amp;#39;l say*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:This is goodbye,Kevin. Forever.*kisses him one last time and walks away with a tear rolling down her cheek*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*walks away with a tear rolling down his cheek*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the populars...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*saw the whole Namantha thing and smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly+Emily:*smiles at the solution*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan+Cody+zac:*feels gulity*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:good job girls&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:That is the best work we&amp;#39;ve ever done&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan:Don&amp;#39;t you even feel sorry for them?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley+Emily+Aly:Nope&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Cody:You should&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Whatever&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Zac:Maybe we shouldn&amp;#39;t have done that&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Well actually you guys should be proud&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan:Whatever&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The boys leave&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Gotta Go My Own Way-Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Don&amp;#39;t ask why-Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Scream&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Well that is disappointing. Now this chapter is going to be about the guys. Now Nick is at home. Joe is at the beach. And Kevin is at the park. So we are going with Nick first. So with Nick...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*thinks os Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Samantha and Nick first met.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*jealous*okay can we go to Samantha&amp;#39;s house now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Sure *Holds his hand*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*looks at his and her hands together and smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;They walk to Samantha&amp;#39;s house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;When Nick and Samantha had their first kiss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*leans in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*leans in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;They kiss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*pulls away and smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sits up and looks at his window*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*near the window and looks to see that Nick is looking at her**she shakes her head and closes her curtains*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sad and looks down*I miss you Sam&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Joe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*standing on the rock of when he and demi had their first date**he gets a flashback*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Before Joe and Demi were dating&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:*walking down the hall until he sees Demi by her locker**walks towards her*BOO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:AHHHH!*bumps her head in her locker*owww&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:*chukles*Sorry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*giggles*It&amp;#39;s okay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;When Joe and Demi were dating&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe:I love you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*smiles* I love you too&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Joe;*leans in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Demi:*leans in*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;They kiss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*tears fall down his cheeks and looks around to see if Demi was there**Demi was nowhere to be seen so he looks down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Kevin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*picks up his phone and calls Ashley*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*looks at her phone to see that Kevin was calling and hits Ignore*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sad and thinks about Ashley*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;When Kevin and Ash first looked in each others eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:*bumps into Ashley*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:*drops all her books*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:*picks up her books*I am so sorry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:It&amp;#39;s okay.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:*gives her books*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:*looks up into Kevin&amp;#39;s eyes*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:*looks in her eyes*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sits on the swings and cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Boys:*SCREAM*AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Song:Scream-Troy Bolton aka Zac Efron&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 15 Part 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walk Away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Walking away from someone you care about most is hard. Especially if that somebody is you childhood best friend. So now this chapter is going to be about everyone. So Samantha is at their special place...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*sniffles*I miss Nick. But I can&amp;#39;t trust him anymore. I mean if I do he is probably going to hurt me again.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*hears sniffles and sees that Samantha is at their special place.So he smiles and walks to her with a rose in hand*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:I guess this is meant to be&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Meant to be what?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*turns around*Oh it&amp;#39;s you. What do you want?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:To apologize.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Apology not accepted*Stands up and begins to leave*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*grabs her hand firmly*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nick let go of me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No I won&amp;#39;t&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*his hands get tighter*Nick please&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I will let go if you let me explain&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Demi...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*sitting on tthe rock where she and Joe had their first date*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*walking in the beach until he see Demi sitting there so he walks towards her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Does Joe hate me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:I wouldn&amp;#39;t hate you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*turns around to see Joe*What do you want Joe?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:For you to forgive me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Now why would I do that?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Because I didn&amp;#39;t kiss Emily. She kissed me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:How am I supposed to believe you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Just believe me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Ashley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*sitting in the swings in thought of the night*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Ashley:*walks in to see Kevin and Aly kissing so she stands there in skock and cries*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Kevin:*pulls away and turns around to see Ash crying*Ash we---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*cries a little bit*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*hears crying and walks toward it to see Ash crying so he walks towards her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Maybe we aren&amp;#39;t meant to be&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:We are meant to be Ash&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*looks up to see Kevin*What now?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I wanted to say that I&amp;#39;m sorry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:oh really?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:And why should I forgive you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Nick and Sam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  It starts to rain&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Nick sorry isn&amp;#39;t enough. If your sorry you wouldn&amp;#39;t have done that. For me I would say sorry once and never do it again. But for you,you keep doing it to me again and again. Nick*crying*Don&amp;#39;t you see how much I care about you?I don&amp;#39;t want to get hurt again Nick. I&amp;#39;m sorry Nick. It&amp;#39;s over*gets out of his grip and runs across the road*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sees a car coming*Samantha Watch out!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks ahead to see a car*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Then...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*gets hit by the car*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha! *runs to her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*whispers*Nick*then goes silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha stay with me!!*calls 911*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Jemi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Why should I---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*cell phone rings*Just please hold on*answer the phone*Hello?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Hey dude&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:What&amp;#39;s wrong?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha&amp;#39;s at the hospital&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe;SAMANTHA&amp;#39;S IN THE HOSPITAL?!?!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:What?*shocked*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:She got ran over by a car.*cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Oh my gosh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*cries*Just bring Demi with you to the hospital. And call Kevin please.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:I will. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay bye&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Bye&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They hang up.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:What happened?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sighs*Samantha is at the hospital&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh great first rain now Sam!*cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Come on we have to go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay*they run to Joe&amp;#39;s car*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Kashley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Just forgive me please?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash;I don&amp;#39;t---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*cell phone rings*Hold on. *answers the phone*Hello?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sniffles*Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Nick?Dude what&amp;#39;s wrong?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sniffles*Samantha...in the...hospital&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:SAMANTHA&amp;#39;S WHAT?!?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Please come over please. IS Ash with you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Yeah. We&amp;#39;ll be there don&amp;#39;t worry dude. Just hold on&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They hang up.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:What happened?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sighs*Samantha&amp;#39;s at the hospital&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*yells*WHAT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Let&amp;#39;s just go to the hospital&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Okay*they run to Kevin&amp;#39;s car*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Nick&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ambulance assistant:I&amp;#39;m sorry but you can&amp;#39;t go in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I have to see her&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ambulance assistant:I&amp;#39;m sorry*leaves to the room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sits down and puts his head in his hands*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe and Demi run in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:How&amp;#39;s she?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I don&amp;#39;t know. They won&amp;#39;t let me in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:How did she get in the accident?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*looks down*She ran away from me when I was talking and trying to apologize.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*mad*It&amp;#39;s your fault she&amp;#39;s in this!!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Demi---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No she&amp;#39;s right. It is my fault she&amp;#39;s in here/&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*feels guilty*Nick I didn&amp;#39;t mean it. I was overacting.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:It&amp;#39;s okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin and Ashley run in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:How is Sam?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I don&amp;#39;t know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:They won&amp;#39;t let us in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Or see her.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Songs:Walk Away-Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 15 Part 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;La La Land&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;OMG Samantha got hit by a car. I hope she&amp;#39;s okay! Well the gang has been visiting Samantha for weeks. So has her family.Nick mostly was there. Het sits by her hoping she would wake up. But didn&amp;#39;t. The doctor says that she is in a coma.So with the gang at school(except Nick)...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:*walk into the lunch room with their heads down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan:*looks up to see that Samantha was not there again*Hey guys do you know where Samantha is?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Cody:No. She&amp;#39;s been out for weeks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Zac:I know. I wonder what happened.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dylan:*sees that Miley and her gang is going up to them*Oh-no trouble is brewing.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Cody:*looks at Miley&amp;#39;s gang*Oh-no&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Demi and Ashley...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley+Demi:*not paying attention*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*walks up to them*Oh lookie here Samantha isn&amp;#39;t here again. Looks like she doesn&amp;#39;t want to show her ugly face here!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily+Aly:*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:SHUT UP MILEY!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Make me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Oh I will *about to punch her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*stops her*Now Ash there&amp;#39;s a better way than violence. Here let me show you *pours milk on her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:UGH!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Oh how about this?*sqiurts ketup on her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*scoffs*you&amp;#39;re just mad because she isn&amp;#39;t here&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:SHE ISN&amp;#39;T HERE BECAUSE OF YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Not my fault she dumped a guy like Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:SHE WOULDN&amp;#39;T HAVE FAUGHT WITH NICK ! NOW BECAUSE OF YOU SHE&amp;#39;S IN THE HOSPITAL!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Yeah right&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:WHATEVER! NOW THERE&amp;#39;S A FIFTY-FIFTY CHANCE SHE WILL BE ALIVE OR DEAD *crys*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*hugs Demi and glares at Miley and her gang**walks away while hugging Demi*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*SCOFFS*whatever&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:OMG she&amp;#39;s in the hospital?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Yeah. And now there&amp;#39;s a fifty-fifty chance she is going to live.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Why do you care?She derserves it since she stole my boyfriend from me.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*mad*You don&amp;#39;t even feel sorry for her?Miley she&amp;#39;s in a coma.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Yeah and you did cause their fight.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:So did you guys with their boyfriends.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:You know what Miley?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:You just want everything. All you want is everyone to suffer. Your just a ***** who doesn&amp;#39;t care about anyone but yourself.Let&amp;#39;s go Aly&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Aly if you go you are not going to be popular ever again.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Whatever.*walks away with Emily*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:WHATEVER! I DON&amp;#39;T NEED YOU GUYS!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Nick in the hospital...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sitting by Samantha*Hey Sam&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;:*in her thoughts:Hey Nick*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;outside she is silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Samantha if you hearing this I miss you. I wished I never kissed her. But Sam I didn&amp;#39;t kiss her. You have to believe me. Please if you are hearing me please forgive me *cries a little bit*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;:*in her thought:Nick please don&amp;#39;t cry. I forgive you. And I miss you too! Oh how I miss talking to you.*&lt;/font&gt;*outside she is silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:*comes in*I&amp;#39;m sorry sir but you have to leave.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*wipes his tears away*Okay. *turns to Samantha*I&amp;#39;ll be back&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:No! Nick. Please don&amp;#39;t go!*&lt;/font&gt;*outside she is silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*kisses her forehead*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:I miss your kisses. Why can&amp;#39;t I wake up?*&lt;/font&gt;*outside she is silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*leaves the room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi and Ashley walk in the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:How is she?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well she still hasn&amp;#39;t waked up yet if that&amp;#39;s what you were looking for.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley;Can we see her?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well you can try.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I&amp;#39;ll go first.*walks in the hospital room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Ummm I&amp;#39;m sorry but you have to leave&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Can I just talk to her for a mintue?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:*sighs*Okay.*leaves the room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*sits in the chair that is next to her*Hey Sam.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:Hey Demi. I miss you*&lt;/font&gt;*outside she&amp;#39;s silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Well the school talent show is coming up. Whoopie!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:LOL that&amp;#39;s great*&lt;/font&gt;*silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*sighs*Well I just yelled at Miley which felt good. I&amp;#39;m guessing now everyone knows that your in a coma now. Oh an Nick says if you wake up you and him coud sing a duet together!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:Oh that&amp;#39;s sweet of him. Man I wish I could get out of this*&lt;/font&gt;*silent* &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*cries*Sam please wake up. I miss you. I miss how we had all our friend times. I miss how you would lecture me if I say something so stupid! Just please Sam wake up. For me. For Ash. For everybody. For Nick.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:Oh Demi. I wish I could cry. Demz I miss you too! I promise I&amp;#39;ll wake up soon!*&lt;/font&gt;*silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Okay now I have to take tests now. So&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I&amp;#39;ll leave. Just wait.*puts a paper next to her*If you wake up. The lyrics of you and Nick&amp;#39;s duet is next to you on the table. *leaves*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:How is she?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:She hasn&amp;#39;t woke up yet*looks down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*hugs her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks down*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Joe and Kevin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Man I hope Samantha is okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Now we have to think of something that we could give to Samantha. So do you have anything?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*thinks*Oh yeah. remember when we were little Samantha always wanted a big stuff animal?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Oh yeah. We should give that to her.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay let&amp;#39;s go.*They walk out of school to a store*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  And this is what they got her&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  it is so cute isn&amp;#39;t it!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Nick,Demi,Ashley&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Well I want to get Sam something&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Me too. Nick call us if something happens okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They leave to get Sam something. This is what Demi got her&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  (tied with this)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  And this is what Ash got her&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha gets Best and Ash gets Friends.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They come back drops it off at her room.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*looks at Samantha who is sleeping there and cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*hugs Ash*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:Oh Ash please don&amp;#39;t cry*&lt;/font&gt;*silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:I miss her&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:We all do. Don&amp;#39;t worry. Samantha will survive this. I know she will*they walk out of the room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:You guys go home. I&amp;#39;ll stay here and will call you if something happens.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Thanks*they leave*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*walks in the room*Hey Sam. Well Ash and Demi just lef t you a present. I know you will love it.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*In her thought:Oh they did? lol just kidding. What is it?*&lt;/font&gt;*silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well I know you&amp;#39;ll definetly love what Demi got you. She said that it costed only 20.00! And Ash said her gift was like 50 but she said you were worth it since you were a great friend. Well the talent show is in two days.And my brothers and I were hoping if you would the duet song with us. So please wake up Sam. We need you. I need you. *kisses her lips*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*in her thoughts:OMG I miss you kisses*&lt;/font&gt;*finally wakes up and kisses back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*pulls away and smiles8 Samantha! Your awake!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*whispers*yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*so excited he kisses her again*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*giggles and whispers*Okay stop kissing. I just woke up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:*comes in*Oh I see that your awake now. Okay can you please just stay outside for a minute?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Sure. *turns to Sam*I&amp;#39;ll see ya.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*whispers*No don&amp;#39;t leave&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*chuckles*Don&amp;#39;t worry. I&amp;#39;ll be back.*leaves*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After a few minutes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:*comes out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:When is she able to get out of here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Well today. She looks okay. But she might need to come back here every month.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay thank you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor;Your welcome.*walks away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*walks in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*whispers*So when do I get out of here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Today!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles and whispers*Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Your mom and dad are signing the papers so that you could get out&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles and hugs Nick and whispers*I should have believed you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No you had the right to not believe me. I should be telling you things I had in mind and should be telling you the truth.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*tears fall down her cheeks and kisses Nick*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and deepens it*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*pulls away and whispers*I love you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and whispers*I love you too&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter 15 Part 3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Come Back To Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;If you think they are going to live happily ever after your wrong. On that same day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*feels a sharp pain in her chest and starts feeling dizzy*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*concern*Samantha?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*looks at Nick and still has her sharp pain*Nick*Faints*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:SAMANTHA!!!! DOCTOR! SOMEBODY!! PLEASE HELP!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor and nurses rush in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:*looks at Nick*I&amp;#39;m sorry but you have to leave&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:She needs me!!&lt;br&gt;Nurses:*take him outside*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No!Samantha!Please!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They leave him outside and closes the door. Then Samantha&amp;#39;s family,Demi,and Ashley run to them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:What happened?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*tells them everything*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:Oh my daughter!*cries on Victor&amp;#39;s shoulders*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Victor:*tears fall down his cheeks while holding his wife*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ:No. This can&amp;#39;t be happening! NO!!!!!*kicks the wall*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:*walks to VJ* VJ.*stops VJ*&lt;br&gt;VJ:*cries and falls down on the floor*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Why is this happening?WHY??? *cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*tears fall down his cheeks and takes out his cell phone**dials a phone number*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Hello?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Umm hey*sniffles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*concern*What happened?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*tells him everything*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Oh my gosh!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Can you and Kevin come by?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe;We&amp;#39;ll be there as fast as we can.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay bye!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Okay. Hold on buddy! We&amp;#39;re coming.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They hang up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Joe and Kevin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Dude we have to go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Why?What happened?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*tells him what happened*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay! Let&amp;#39;s run! *they run to the car and drive off to the hospital*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Once they get there&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe and Kevin run to them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Did you hear anything yet?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:No their still in there&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sees that everyone is crying*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The doctor comes out&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*runs to him*How is she?Is she okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:We still don&amp;#39;t know yet. We will call you if anything happens&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*disappointed*Can we see her?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:I&amp;#39;m sorry you can&amp;#39;t. You can look through the window.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Thanks *walks to the window that shows how Samantha is being tested**tears fall down his cheeks*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*crying and walks to where Nick is*S-s-she looks s-s-so helpless!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*hugs her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*cries*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the populars&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Since you guys think that Samantha is really in the hospital we&amp;#39;ll see it ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk in to see that Samantha&amp;#39;s family and her friends were crying.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Let&amp;#39;s hide.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They hide behind a big tree.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay well me and Demi have to go. Call us if anything happens.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Dolly:We will. Take care girls&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:You too Mrs.V! *they walk out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*turns to Samantha&amp;#39;s family*You guys can go home. I will watch her and call you if anything happens.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Victor:Are you sure you want to miss school?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*nods*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Victor:*smiles him a comfortably smile*Okay. Thank you. I&amp;#39;ll call your parents and tell them everything&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  VJ;*pats Nick&amp;#39;s back*Hold on.*Then they leave*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Are you sure you want to stay here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay see ya dude. remember to call us if anything happens.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay*he waves at them while they walk out of the hospital**His stomach growls*I&amp;#39;m hungry. I&amp;#39;m just get something to eat*walks to the food court*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They walk to Samantha&amp;#39;s window.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*gasps*Oh my gosh. Sam looks so helpless&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Well she deserves it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Oh my gosh MILEY! Do you even know how Samantha feels being in a coma.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:No&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily;Then shut up.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*walks back to see Miley,Emily,and Aly there*What are you guys doing here?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They turn around&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*flirts*Hey Nicky&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Look whatever your doing here we don&amp;#39;t need it.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:But Nicky---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Look Miley this is your fault. Thanks to you Sam saw me kissed you. We would have never had that fight if it weren&amp;#39;t for you! Miley I don&amp;#39;t like you anymore. I love Samantha. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:No you don&amp;#39;t&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Look I love her. She loves me&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Well she doesn&amp;#39;t deserve you. She is a little ***** and a *****!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Don&amp;#39;t you dare talk about her that way! Miley do you like seeing people suffer? Like what Samantha is in there?Huh?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*feels guilty*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Do you have a clue of how she is suffering?trying to survive. But she can&amp;#39;t! Why can&amp;#39;t you think of someone other than yourself?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*about to answer*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Actually I know the answer. It&amp;#39;s no. You never care about anyone but yourself. Just leave Miley!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*scoffs*Fine let&amp;#39;s go girls&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:You know what Miley?I&amp;#39;m tired of following you. You just as mean as anyone could get. I&amp;#39;m not following you anymore.*about to walk away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Take one more step and then you&amp;#39;ll never be popular ever again&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:I don&amp;#39;t care! *walks away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:We don&amp;#39;t need her! Right Aly?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:No. Emily&amp;#39;s right. I don&amp;#39;t want to follow you anymore. You just as mean as the old lady in the neighborhood but worst!*walks away with Emily*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*scoffs*WHO NEEDS YOU GUYS ANYWAYS!!! I AM STILL POPULAR NO MATTER WHAT!*Then she leaves*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;But that&amp;#39;s what she thinks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;You know what? When I was writing the part when Samantha had a pain in her chest it almost made me cry!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 16&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Superhuman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Well this is getting really intense and emotional. Well everyone is concern of Samantha. Demi and Ashley did not forgive Joe and Kevin. Still the boys are still hoping they would forgive them. Anyways it&amp;#39;s the day of the talent show. So we will begin with Nick at Samantha&amp;#39;s room...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*looks at Samantha and cries a little*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe and Kevin walk in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Hey dude how are you feeling?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Horrible&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Dude we have to do the talent show and practice. I tried telling the principle that we could not make it but he said Once we enter you can&amp;#39;t get out of it.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sighs and looks at Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*silent*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:So practice is today?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*nods*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Let&amp;#39;s go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:But whose going to---&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Watch Sam? Demi and Ashley are.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi and Ashley walk in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hey Nick. Hey Kevin&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ashley:Hey Nick. Hey Joe.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sad that Demi didn&amp;#39;t say hi to him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*sad that Ash didn&amp;#39;t say hey to him.*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Okay let&amp;#39;s go.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They leave.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Man I wish you were awake. I thought you would be in the talent show. Well I told the principle that you were in the hospital. He said if you are okay you could still enter the talent show&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*sad*Please Samantha wake up*looks at her monitor*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*starts to wake up*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I&amp;#39;m hungry let&amp;#39;s get something to eat&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay * about to leave*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*wakes up and whispers*Ash?Demi?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi and Ashley turn around to see Samantha awake&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:my&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Both:GOSH! SAM! *they hug her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*whispers*Hey I just woke up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh my gosh your awake!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles*I know. So what day is it today?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Friday&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*whispers*Wait Friday?The day of the talent show?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah why?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:OMG I have to go&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Whoa girl. Your not going anywhere. You just woke up from a coma. You need to be checked by the doctor to make sure your okay to go.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I&amp;#39;ll get him*walks out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*looks at the table next to her and sees a paper*What&amp;#39;s that?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Which one? The present from Demi or my gift? Which reminds me which one do you like.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:I like both of yours but the paper&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*gets the paper and reads it*Oh it&amp;#39;s the duet song Demi told you about&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*reads it*Okay once I get out of here I have to rehearse this song&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:*walks in*Okay I need you both to stay outside&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay*they walk out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At school...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*walks in the cafeteria*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Student:*fake coughs* Jerk *fake coughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Hey I heard that&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Student # 2:*fake coughs* Meanie *fake coughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*grabs his shirt*What&amp;#39;s your problem?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Student #2:Your the jerk who made Sam in that accident&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Oh boo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Student # 2:*pours milk on her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*let&amp;#39;s go of his shirt*Oh no you didn&amp;#39;t&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Student #2:*smiles and walks away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*walks by Miley with Aly*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:OMG Emily you will not believe what that kid just did?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*turns to Aly*Did you hear something?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Nope.*they walk away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*feels even more guilty and walks to a table and eats alone*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At the hospital&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I should call Nick and tell him the good news *about to dial Nick&amp;#39;s phone number*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*stops her* No!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Why?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:We could surprise Nick.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:How?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*tells her the plan*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:awesome. Nick will totally be surprised. And we have to tell Sam&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Of course&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:*walks out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*walks up to him*So is she okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Yes. It looks like she is fine. But if anything happens to her she has a dog tag with her.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay. So when is she able to get out?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Today.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*excited*Oh thank you.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Is there anyone related to her that is her family?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:No but I could sign it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Can we see her?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Doctor:Of course&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yay! *walks in*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles and whispers*Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Hey guess what?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*whispers*What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Your able to get out of here today!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*whispers*Of thanks goodness&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I know. Now you can enter the talent show.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Oh and me and Ash has a plan&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*confused and whispers*What plan?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*tells her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Nice plan.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:I know. We have to rehearse and choose the best outfit&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*walks in*Okay Sam you ready to go?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Let me change and I&amp;#39;ll walk out and meet you guys outside my room&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay*they walk out so Sam can change*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;After she changes...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*gets out of the room*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yes we can finally get out&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Well what are we waiting for let&amp;#39;s go home&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah this is going to surprise your family Sam&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles and walks out with them to Ash&amp;#39;s car*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At practice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*practice and thinks about Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*looks at Nick*Yo dude?You okay?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*snaps out of it*Yeah I&amp;#39;m okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They continue to play&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:Let&amp;#39;s decide on what to wear. So which one?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Well me and Ash chose five of them. So here is one:&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Number 2*shows her the one below*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Okay I&amp;#39;m not wearing the pants. I don&amp;#39;t want to show off my legs.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:that&amp;#39;s why we got these as back up*shows her the one below*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Not bad&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Well you still have one more.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Here&amp;#39;s number 3*shows her the one below*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Cute but I don&amp;#39;t think I should wear the sandals.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:See this is why we are your friends. We always have a back up so this is what you will wear instead of the sandals*shows her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Nice!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Okay we showed you three of them. So which one? And if it does not look good try on the others.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Hm how about the the third one.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay now take a bath. So after you take a bath we will just put your hair in a ponytail.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Okay:*takes her clothes and goes to the bathroom*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:And we have to make Samantha smell good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay how about Hollister&amp;#39;s August Perfume?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*sprays it on her wrist and smells it*Oh it smells good.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay now we&amp;#39;re all set&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Nick is totally going to be so surprised.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:I know&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;After Samantha takes a bath&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*comes out wearing her outfit*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Nice. Oh and put this on.*hands her the perfume*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Um guys don&amp;#39;t you think your going overboard?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:No&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:It&amp;#39;s not like I&amp;#39;m going on a date&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Just wear it&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Fine shesh*puts the perfume on*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Okay let&amp;#39;s rehearse your song&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They rehearse.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  It&amp;#39;s ten minutes until the talent show.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*thinks about Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Okay dude I am guessing your thinking about Sam?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:No duh!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Um sorry.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Dude don&amp;#39;t worry about Sam. She is going to make it I know it.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:How do you know?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Because Samantha is a strong girl. She will fight this so she could be with you.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sighs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Show Time&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;It&amp;#39;s time for the show to begin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Principle:*walks up onstage*Hello and welcome to our annual Talent Show. We have given all of you glow sticks because if you see a performance you like raise you glow stick high. But don&amp;#39;t do it during a song do it at the end. So up first is Emily Osment.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Crowd goes wild&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*walks onstage and starts to sing*I know you,I walked with you once upon a dream&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  I know you,the gleam in your eyes are so familiar&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  I know it&amp;#39;s true&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The visions are seldom all they seem&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  But if I know you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  I know what you&amp;#39;ll do&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  You&amp;#39;ll love me at once &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The way you did once upon a dream&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  (continues singing)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;During the song&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*watching*She&amp;#39;s good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Well I hope we could get through this&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Emily is done&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Crowd:*stick some sticks up in the air*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*smiles and walks off stage**walks up to Joe*Um Joe?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Yes?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:I&amp;#39;m sorry&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*knows what she&amp;#39;s talking about*It&amp;#39;s okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Can we be friends?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*nods*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;With the girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They are backstage hiding.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*looks at Samantha*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*nervous*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*notices that too*Don&amp;#39;t be nervous&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*looks at Ash and Demi and smiles*Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Em was good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:No she wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Well she was good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Ugh whatever!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They watch the next contestant&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onstage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Principle:*gets onstage after Emily comes down*Well wasn&amp;#39;t Emily&amp;#39;s performance spectacular?Up next is Miley Cyrus.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Crowd goes wild&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*comes onstage and sings*I rode all night on a big old bus &lt;br&gt;You came a long way to be with us &lt;br&gt;You paid good money &lt;br&gt;To see a show &lt;br&gt;Ya, lets get ready &lt;br&gt;Cuz here we go &lt;br&gt;Get on your feet, cuz im plugged in &lt;br&gt;So come on, let&amp;#39;s do this &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  (continues singing)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;During the song&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Well she&amp;#39;s good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  KEvin:Uh huh&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:um yeah.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Hey guys&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick+Joe:Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*ignores her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Um Kevin?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:What?&lt;br&gt;Aly:I&amp;#39;m sorry. I didn&amp;#39;t mean to break up you and Ash&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:It&amp;#39;s okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Friends?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Okay&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When Miley is done&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Crowd sticks some sticks up&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*walks off stage and walks up to Nick*Hey Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:What do you want now Miley?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:To apologize&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Why should I forgive you?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Because everything you said sunk in&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Are you serious?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Yes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sighs*Fine&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Can we be friends?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:Sure&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Well she was good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:Yeah&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:No she wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:That&amp;#39;s what I said about Emily&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Sam get ready. Your next&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Back Onstage&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Principle:*walks back onstage*Okay now wasn&amp;#39;t that an awesome performance?Okay up next is a surprise guest. But you&amp;#39;ll find out once they comes up. Put your hands together.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Crowd goes wild.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Song starts&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*confused*Whose singing?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:We don&amp;#39;t know.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Maybe a delay performance&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:probably&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*sings in the shadows*Come on guys tell me what we&amp;#39;re doing. We&amp;#39;re hanging around when we could be all over the place&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*confused but sings and gets up onstage with his brothers*The sun is shinin just the way we like it.&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s get out of this hallway.&lt;br&gt;Show the world our face.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*singing in the shadow*It&amp;#39;s friday and there&amp;#39;s no where to go.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere is cool,but we&amp;#39;re not goin home.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sings*We can do anything we wanna do.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s all up me and you.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Samantha:*comes out*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*shocked but smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  All:*sings*Turn this park into a club.&lt;br&gt;The stars are lights and the moon in a vibe from above.&lt;br&gt;Skateboard here&amp;#39;s our ride so pull on up.&lt;br&gt;Everyone is waitin for us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go &lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go&lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*walks down the stage with Kevin playing guitar*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*sings and dances*Radio,let me be your dj&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll turn you up &lt;br&gt;Keep it movin &amp;#39;til we&amp;#39;re on a roll.&lt;br&gt;Sam+Kevin:*sings*Everyone is dancin to their beat&lt;br&gt;And lettin&amp;#39; go everybody here&amp;#39;s got a soul.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*sings,plays guitar,and dances*It&amp;#39;s Friday and there&amp;#39;s no where to be.&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;re kickin it together&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s so good to be free.&lt;br&gt;We got each other and that&amp;#39;s all we need. &lt;br&gt;The rest is up to you and me!&lt;br&gt;All:*sings and dances*Turn this park into a club.&lt;br&gt;The stars are lights and the moon in a vibe from above.&lt;br&gt;Skateboard here&amp;#39;s our ride so pull on up.&lt;br&gt;Everyone is waitin for us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go &lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go&lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam+Kevin:*walks back onstage*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*sings*Life is for dreamers.&lt;br&gt;And I&amp;#39;m a believer&lt;br&gt;That nothing can stand in our way today&lt;br&gt;Let&amp;#39;s find some place to play.&lt;br&gt;Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  All:*smiles and dances and sings*Turn this park into a club.&lt;br&gt;The stars are lights and the moon in a vibe from above.&lt;br&gt;Skateboard here&amp;#39;s our ride so pull on up.&lt;br&gt;Everyone is waitin for us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go &lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go&lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Turn this park into a club.&lt;br&gt;The stars are lights and the moon in a vibe from above.&lt;br&gt;Sam:*sings*We got the party with us&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Skateboard here&amp;#39;s our ride so pull on up.&lt;br&gt;Everyone is waitin for us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go &lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;br&gt;Anywhere we are,anywhere we go&lt;br&gt;Everybody knows we got the party with us.&lt;br&gt;Sam:*sings the long note perfectly*Everybody knows&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  All;*sings and dances*we got the party,we got the party&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  we got the party,we got the party,we got the party with us&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  We got the party with us&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Crowd sticks all their sticks up in the air&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles and runs to Nick*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles back at Sam and runs up to her to give her a hug*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*hugs back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Principle:*walks up onstage*Well it looks like we have a winner. Give it up for Samantha and the Jonas Brothers!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Crowd goes wild.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Awesome!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*high fives Joe*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*runs upstage and gives Sam a big hug*OMG Sam you totally won&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*hugs Sam*I know! You were awesome!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*runs to Joe and hugs him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:Whoa!*hugs back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*kisses him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:*surprised that she kissed him but kisses back**pulls away*What was that for?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:For not believing you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Joe:It&amp;#39;s okay*hugs Demi*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*hugs him back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Congrats Kevin&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Silent comes between them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*breaks the silent by kissing him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*surprised Ash kissed him but kisses back then pulls away*Whoa&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:I&amp;#39;m sorry for not believing you Kevin. Will you forgive me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:Of course!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*smiles and hugs him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin:*hugs her back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Happy to see me?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I&amp;#39;m more than happy. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*smiles and kisses him*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles and kisses her back**Twirls Samantha around*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*pulls away and laughs*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*walks up to Sam*Hey you were good&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Thanks&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*about to walk away*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Hey&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:Yeah?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:Want to hang out with me,Ash,Demi at the mall tomorrow?You can bring Emily and Aly with you&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:I&amp;#39;d like that*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:*hugs her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Miley:*hugs back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:*walks to Demi*Um Demi?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*turns around*What?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:I&amp;#39;m sorry for hurting your&amp;#39;s and Joe&amp;#39;s relationship&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:It&amp;#39;s okay. Friends?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Emily:Friends*hugs her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Demi:*hugs back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:*walks up to Ash*Hey Ash&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash;Oh hey.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:look I&amp;#39;m sorry. I was jealous that you were dating Kevin and I wanted to ruin it. I&amp;#39;m sorry.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:It&amp;#39;s okay.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:Can we be friends?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:Sure*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aly:*smiles and hugs her*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Ash:*laughs and hugs her back*&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:So this is our happy ending huh?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:*smiles*I guess so&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Sam:I love you Nick&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Nick:I love you too&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They kiss&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;If you thought it was over you are wrong! Now the moment you&amp;#39;ve all been waiting for. The new season of Until Your Mine. But with a little twist. But you&amp;#39;ll have to find out in the new season of Until Your Mine!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Chapter 17&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Get Back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;We will begin the new season off at 1 year at Samantha&amp;#39;s room...&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*sighs and walks to her closet**looks through the racket to find Nick&amp;#39;s jacket*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;When Nick was in the football team&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*walking*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*sees him and jumps behind his back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*laughs*Hey &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Hey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:SO what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:The sky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;They laugh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;But then she gets this thought&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*knocks on Nick&amp;#39;s door*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*opens the door and is sad*Hey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Hey *about to kiss him*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:What do you want?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:To see you silly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:Sam can we talk?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Um okay?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;They walk inside&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:So what do you want to talk about?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*looks away*Um Sam I think we should break up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*sad and tears begin to come*What?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:I&amp;#39;m sorry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*mad*So whose the girl?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*sighs*Selena&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*sad,mad,and even more tears comes*So all this time you&amp;#39;ve been cheating on me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:No me and Selena started dating last year*looking away*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*sad and mad*Well I guess this is goodbye! Forever *runs out of the house*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*falls to the ground and cries*&lt;br&gt;Demi,Ash,and Miley walk in&lt;br&gt;Demi:Hey Sam---*sees Sam crying on the floor*&lt;br&gt;Ash:*runs to Samantha*Oh Samantha.&lt;br&gt;Sam:*crying in Ash&amp;#39;s arms*&lt;br&gt;Miley:Sshhh Sam everythings going to be okay&lt;br&gt;Sam:*stuttering*How...can I...be...okay...if *cries harder*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now all of you are probably wondering why Samantha is crying. Well Nick and her broke up because Nick had cheated off her for a year. And if you were reading the last season Miley is now Sam&amp;#39;s friend. So is Emily and Aly but they are waiting downstairs. But you haven&amp;#39;t heard Nick&amp;#39;s version of the story. So with Nick with his brothers at their house...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nick:*sighs in disbelief*&lt;br&gt;Joe:What&amp;#39;s the matter bro?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*sad*Nothing&lt;br&gt;Kevin:It doesn&amp;#39;t sound like nothing. Mind telling us?&lt;br&gt;Nick:You not going to like this.&lt;br&gt;Joe:Why?&lt;br&gt;Nick:Because this started last year&lt;br&gt;Kevin:So tell us!&lt;br&gt;Nick:Okay&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Nick&amp;#39;s version of the story&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*walking down the hallways until someone grabs him into the closet*What the heck?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:Hey Nicky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:Selena?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:*kisses Nick*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*pulls away*What was that for?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:Well I know your secret&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:What secret?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:*whispers it in his ear*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:No. Please don&amp;#39;t tell anyone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:*smirks*Okay I won&amp;#39;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*sighs in relief*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:But---&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:But what?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:But you have to do me something for the entire year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:What is it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena;Dump Samantha and go out with me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:No I love Samantha and I would never do anything to her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:It&amp;#39;s that or you want something bad happen to her?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:No please don&amp;#39;t harm her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:Not unless you do it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*sighs*I&amp;#39;ll do it. Just please don&amp;#39;t harm her please?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:*smirks*Good. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*walks away*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Selena:*smirks*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of story&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kevin+Joe:You what?!?!?!&lt;br&gt;Nick:I had to&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Samantha has been crying for you everyday&lt;br&gt;Nick:*guilty*I know&lt;br&gt;Joe:Then why did you do it?You loved Samantha&lt;br&gt;Nick:Because if anything happened to her I would never forgive myself&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Well Samantha thinks you cheated on her for a year&lt;br&gt;Joe:She&amp;#39;s even wondering what she did wrong to make you cheat on her!&lt;br&gt;Nick:OKAY! I GET IT! *sighs*Just please don&amp;#39;t tell her&lt;br&gt;Kevin:She deserves to know Nick&lt;br&gt;Nick:I know&lt;br&gt;Joe:Even Demi hates you&lt;br&gt;Kevin:So does Ash,Miley,Emily,and Aly&lt;br&gt;Nick:*Mad*I KNOW!&lt;br&gt;Joe:So when do you plan to tell her?She is going to someplace else&lt;br&gt;Nick:I can&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;Joe:Why not?&lt;br&gt;Nick:BECAUSE SOMEONE MIGHT HURT HER!!&lt;br&gt;Kevin:What?&lt;br&gt;Nick:Selena said if I tell anyone that she will tell everyone our secret and she will hurt Samantha&lt;br&gt;Joe:Okay&lt;br&gt;Nick:Okay?&lt;br&gt;Kevin:When he means okay he means we are going to plan some way to protect while you try to tell her&lt;br&gt;Nick:Did you guys hear a word I said?If I tell Samantha about that than she is going to get hurt.&lt;br&gt;Joe:we&amp;#39;ll make some plan&lt;br&gt;Nick:Just don&amp;#39;t tell her please?&lt;br&gt;Kevin+Joe:*sighs*Okay&lt;br&gt;Nick:Thank you&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Find out more in chapter 18. Sorry but I tried to write something on a school day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Title: Until Your Mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Chapter:18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Season:2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Name of Chapter:Distance&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;With Samantha at her room...&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*sitting on her stool where the mirror is**looks at a photo*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Samantha:*tears come running down*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*walk in*Hey&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*sniffles and wipes her tears away from her cheeks**turns around*Hey&lt;br&gt;Miley:*walks to her*You okay?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*sniffles and says*Yeah&lt;br&gt;Miley:It&amp;#39;s about Nick is it?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*looks down*Yeah&lt;br&gt;Miley:Look how about we have a girls night?Just the two of us?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:I don&amp;#39;t know.&lt;br&gt;Miley:Come on Sam! You have to at least have fun! Please?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*looks at the picture again and sighs*Okay&lt;br&gt;Miley:*smiles* Okay put on something cute and I&amp;#39;ll meet you downstairs.&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*tries smiling*Okay&lt;br&gt;Miley:*walks downstairs*&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*walks to her closet and chooses this*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Samantha:*Walks out and downstairs*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*smiles*Good now let&amp;#39;s go.&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*smiles*Okay&lt;br&gt;they walk to Miley&amp;#39;s car.&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the boys&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;They are at the mall&lt;br&gt;Nick:*sad and sighs*&lt;br&gt;Joe:Come on Nick we have to tell Samantha&lt;br&gt;Nick:NO&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Why not?&lt;br&gt;Nick:Because we can&amp;#39;t okay. If I tell her, Selena will send someone dangerous who will hurt Samantha. And will tell our secret&lt;br&gt;Joe:We don&amp;#39;t care about the secret. *sighs* we&amp;#39;ll let it slide&lt;br&gt;Nick:Thank you&lt;br&gt;Kevin:*looks and sees someone familiar*&lt;br&gt;Joe:Kevin what are you looking at?*looks at where Kevin is looking and is shock*&lt;br&gt;Nick:What?*looks and sees...*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Miley and Samantha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Samantha walk in first then Miley.&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*looks around to see three people looking at them*Do they look familiar?&lt;br&gt;Miley:Where?*looks at where Samantha is looking at and lies*NO their probably looking at someone. Hey Sam can you you go Hollister and I&amp;#39;ll meet you there okay?&lt;br&gt;Samantha*confused*Okay?*walks away*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After Samantha leaves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miley:*marches over to them*What&amp;#39;s your problem Nick?&lt;br&gt;Nick:What are you talking about?&lt;br&gt;Miley:You broke Samantha&amp;#39;s heart by breaking up with her for Selena!&lt;br&gt;Nick:I didn&amp;#39;t mean to--&lt;br&gt;Miley:Do you know how depressed how she was when Samantha keeps turning around to see you and Selena.&lt;br&gt;Nick:*guilty but lies* It&amp;#39;s for the best *looks down*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*about to punch him*&lt;br&gt;Joe:Whoa*stop Miley*&lt;br&gt;Miley:What are you doing?&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Stopping you from hurting Nick&lt;br&gt;Miley:Did you know what your brother just did to Sam?&lt;br&gt;Joe:We know&lt;br&gt;Miley:Then why are you defending him?&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Because---&lt;br&gt;Miley:Because what?&lt;br&gt;Joe:I wish we could tell you. But we can&amp;#39;t.&lt;br&gt;Miley:And why not?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*sighs*I&amp;#39;ll tell you&lt;br&gt;Miley:Good&lt;br&gt;Nick:*tells her everything*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*shock*&lt;br&gt;Nick:Miley?&lt;br&gt;Miley:OMG I have to tell Samantha *about to walk away*&lt;br&gt;Nick:NO! *grabs her arm*&lt;br&gt;Miley:Let me go.&lt;br&gt;Nick: you can&amp;#39;t tell Sam&lt;br&gt;Miley:Nick she can get hurt if you don&amp;#39;t tell her.&lt;br&gt;Nick: She will get hurt if she knows&lt;br&gt;Miley: Nick she deserves to know&lt;br&gt;Nick:You can&amp;#39;t tell!&lt;br&gt;Miley:*sighs* Fine. Well got to go. Sam&amp;#39;s waiting for me at Hollister&lt;br&gt;Nick:Okay bye.&lt;br&gt;Miley:*hugs them and walks away*&lt;br&gt;Joe: So I can tell Demi?&lt;br&gt;Kevin:And Ashley?&lt;br&gt;Joe:And Emily?&lt;br&gt;Kevin:And Aly&lt;br&gt;Nick:Okay&lt;br&gt;Joe:Thank you&lt;br&gt;Nick:But tell them not to tell Samantha.&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Miley and Sam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miley:*runs in the store*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Hey what took you so long?&lt;br&gt;Miley:*lies* Umm I saw something I liked but it was too expensive so I ran here&lt;br&gt;Sam:Okay?&lt;br&gt;Miley:Okay let&amp;#39;s go shopping then let&amp;#39;s hit the pizza place then the ice cream place. My treat.&lt;br&gt;Sam:*smiles* Okay&lt;br&gt;Miley:Oh Samantha I think you should wear this after we buy it *shows her this*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Samantha:Nice *trys it out*&lt;br&gt;Miley:Very cute&lt;br&gt;Samantha: *smiles* Thanks&lt;br&gt;Miley:*tries out wearing this*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Miley:*buys both her&amp;#39;s and Sam&amp;#39;s*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Thanks Miley for everything&lt;br&gt;Miley:*smiles*Not problem&lt;br&gt;They walk out and into the pizza place&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;The guys talk about something until...&lt;br&gt;Nick:*gets a text message*&lt;br&gt;Joe:Nick I think that&amp;#39;s your phone.&lt;br&gt;Nick:Okay *opens his phone to get this message:*&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey Nicky I thought I told you not to tell anyone. But don&amp;#39;t worry I&amp;#39;ll forgive you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kevin+ Joe:*are reading too*&lt;br&gt;Nick:Oh no&lt;br&gt;Joe:I know&lt;br&gt;Kevin:What are you going to do Nick?&lt;br&gt;Nick:I don&amp;#39;t know but I changed my mind.&lt;br&gt;Joe:What? Why?&lt;br&gt;Nick:Because if you tell the girls, they will go after them too&lt;br&gt;Kevin:but...&lt;br&gt;Nick:But you won&amp;#39;t tell anyone right?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Right&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Samantha and Miley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*gets a text message and reads it which says:*&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stay away from Nick or else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miley:What is it?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*scared but lies* Um nothing&lt;br&gt;Miley:*notices that something is wrong but doesn&amp;#39;t ask*&lt;br&gt;Samantha: So do you think those three guys are Nick. Joe, and Kevin?&lt;br&gt;Miley:*lies*No&lt;br&gt;Samantha:Good because then I would have screamed if I see Nick&lt;br&gt;Miley:*laughs nervously* Yeah. So you&amp;#39;re ready to go to the ice cream place?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:Of course *They walk to the Ice Cream Parlor*&lt;br&gt;MIley:*walks to the counter* Excuse me? One vanilla ice cream with sprinkles and...&lt;br&gt;Samantha: And a chocolate ice cream with gummie bears and sprinkles&lt;br&gt;Cashier: In a cone or cup?&lt;br&gt;Both:Cone&lt;br&gt;Cashier:Okay please wait for a moment &lt;br&gt;Samantha+ Miley:* laugh and turn around to see..*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;The guys walk to the counter to see two girls&lt;br&gt;Nick:*hears a familiar voice*&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*laughs and turns around to see Nick and her smile fades away*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*turns around to see Nick and his brothers* *smile fades away*&lt;br&gt;Nick:*laughs nervously* Um hey Samantha. Miley.&lt;br&gt;Samantha: Um hi.&lt;br&gt;Nick:How are ya?&lt;br&gt;Samantha: Um good. &lt;br&gt;Cashier: *comes back* Here you go. That will be $5.00 please.&lt;br&gt;Miley:*turns around*&lt;br&gt;Samantha*turns around*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*hands him the money*Thank you&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*gets her ice cream*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*gets her&amp;#39;s too*&lt;br&gt;Nick:Well um see you guys later&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*shock*&lt;br&gt;Miley:Um yeah. Let&amp;#39;s go Sam.&lt;br&gt;Sam:Sure.* they walk to the other side of the room*&lt;br&gt;Nick:*looks at Samantha and sighs*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*pats his back*&lt;br&gt;Kevin:it&amp;#39;s okay buddy&lt;br&gt;Nick:*looks down and orders*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Samantha and Miley sit down in the corner&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*silent*&lt;br&gt;Miley:You okay Sam?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*has a flashback*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;When Samantha and Nick were still dating. At Ice Cream Parlor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*laughing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*puts a spoon full of ice cream on Nick&amp;#39;s nose*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:Hey!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:opps! *laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*puts ice cream on her cheeks*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:Hey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*laughs*Opps&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*smiles*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Samantha:*kisses Nick*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;Nick:*kisses back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;End of Flashback&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miley:Samantha?&lt;br&gt;Sam:*snaps out of it*Huh?&lt;br&gt;Miley:You were thinking about Nick weren&amp;#39;t you?&lt;br&gt;Sam:*looks down*Yes *tears start coming down*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*gulity*Sam?&lt;br&gt;Sam:I&amp;#39;m sorry * runs to the bathroom*&lt;br&gt;Miley:Sam* runs after her*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nick:*saw the whole thing and looks down*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*looks at Nick* Nick you would never suffer if you didn&amp;#39;t break up with Samantha.&lt;br&gt;Nick:*tears came falling down*&lt;br&gt;Kevin:I know you can cry. It&amp;#39;s okay&lt;br&gt;Nick:*cries silently*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*pats him on the back*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In the girls bathroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Samantha:*crying in the stalls*&lt;br&gt;Miley:Sam?&lt;br&gt;Samantha:Leave me alone!&lt;br&gt;Miley:Sam?*opens the stall door which had Sam in*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*looks up with her teary eyes*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*cries on Miley*&lt;br&gt;Miley:Sshh it&amp;#39;s okay *hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*sniffles*I...miss...him *cries*&lt;br&gt;Miley:It&amp;#39;s okay sshh.*rubs her back*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*sniffles*Can...w-we...e-eat our i-ice cream now?&lt;br&gt;Miley:*smiles*Sure&lt;br&gt;They walk out&lt;br&gt;Sam:*looks at Nick*&lt;br&gt;Nick:*looks at her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*sad and looks away*&lt;br&gt;Nick:*disappointed and looks down*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*turns to Miley*Um Miley can we go home?&lt;br&gt;Miley:Sure *they walk out*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*lays her head on Miley&amp;#39;s shoulder while crying*&lt;br&gt;Miley:*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With the guys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nick:*looks at Samantha while she walks away and looks down*&lt;br&gt;Joe:It&amp;#39;s okay dude. After this blows out, you can have Sam.&lt;br&gt;Nick:How is it going to blow out if Selena is watching us?&lt;br&gt;kevin:Don&amp;#39;t worry we will find a way to help. Don&amp;#39;t worry&lt;br&gt;Nick:*sighs and looks down*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;o &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;B&lt;/font&gt;e &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;o&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;n&lt;/font&gt;t&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;n&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;u&lt;/font&gt;e&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;d&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Title: Until Your Mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter: 19&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Season: 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Name of Chapter: Friends Again?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam is in her room&lt;br&gt;Dolly:*knocks on the door*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*looks up* Hi mom&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Hi sweetie how are you today?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Good&lt;br&gt;Dolly: So Miley told me about what happened yesterday&lt;br&gt;Sam:*remembers and becomes sad*&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Want to talk about it?&lt;br&gt;Sam: No&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Sweetie don&amp;#39;t let a guy bring you down. There&amp;#39;s plenty of guys out there&lt;br&gt;Sam: Yeah mom but he was the one&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Oh how I remember when I was your age I used to date a guy who was a basketball player. We dated like a year but then he broke up with me. But your father and I were friends, once I knew how much important he was in my life. That&amp;#39;s why your father and I became what we are today&lt;br&gt;Sam: Wow that&amp;#39;s the most beautiful story mom&lt;br&gt;Dolly: So did you and Nick. Just because he broke up with you, doesn&amp;#39;t mean you can&amp;#39;t be friends with Nick&lt;br&gt;Sam: But mom he cheated on me with another girl&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Give him another chance. I&amp;#39;m sure you guys can work out something&lt;br&gt;Sam: *sighs* Okay mom. *smiles* thanks&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Your welcome*walks out*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*looks at her phone and picks it up**dials a number*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With the Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nick:*writing something when his phone rings**he looks at the phone to be surprised so he answers it* Hello?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Um Hey Nick&lt;br&gt;Nick: Hey Sam what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Um well I just wanted to say I&amp;#39;m sorry&lt;br&gt;Nick: For what?&lt;br&gt;Sam: For avoiding you and things like that&lt;br&gt;Nick: No I should be the one apologizing. I should have told you that me and Selena are dating.&lt;br&gt;Sam: *sad but doesn&amp;#39;t show it* It&amp;#39;s okay&lt;br&gt;Nick:*thinks: man I wish I could tell her so badly*So does this mean we&amp;#39;re cool?&lt;br&gt;Sam:*smiles* Yep&lt;br&gt;Nick: Awesome&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs* Well I got to go&lt;br&gt;Nick: Okay talk to ya later&lt;br&gt;Sam: Bye&lt;br&gt;Nick: Bye&lt;br&gt;They hang up&lt;br&gt;Nick: *smiles and continues to write*&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Samantha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam:*smiles*&lt;br&gt;VJ: knock! knock!&lt;br&gt;Sam:Hey VJ what&amp;#39;s up?&lt;br&gt;VJ: Well I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the mall with me?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Why?&lt;br&gt;VJ: What? I can&amp;#39;t treat my sister to ice cream and a bit of shopping?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Shopping?&lt;br&gt;VJ:*nods*&lt;br&gt;Sam: Why didn&amp;#39;t you mention that in the first place? Let&amp;#39;s go!&lt;br&gt;VJ:*smiles and laughs* Okay so get ready&lt;br&gt;Sam: Okay&lt;br&gt;She gets ready. &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After a few minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam:*comes out wearing this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;VJ:*shouts* Ready yet sis?&lt;br&gt;Sam: *shouts back* Ready bro! *runs downstairs*&lt;br&gt;VJ: Okay let&amp;#39;s go *they walk to VJ&amp;#39;s car*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At the mall&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam: *walking with her brother*Thanks for treating me&lt;br&gt;VJ: Your welcome&lt;br&gt;Sam: So where to first?&lt;br&gt;VJ:Hm how about we go to your place first&lt;br&gt;Sam: Okay how about American Eagle?&lt;br&gt;VJ:Then there we shall go&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs and walks over there with VJ*&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once they are in there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam:*sees an outfit* Oh I&amp;#39;ll try this on. BRB *runs to the dressing room*&lt;br&gt;Demi: *walks by the store with Ashley and Miley when she sees VJ* VJ!&lt;br&gt;VJ:*turns around* Guys I thought you were suppose to be in another mall to buy you know who something?&lt;br&gt;Ashley: We couldn&amp;#39;t because the mall was in New York&lt;br&gt;VJ: What happens when Sam sees---&lt;br&gt;Sam: *steps out wearing this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sam:*looking down* Now how do I look? *looks up to see Demi, Ash, and Miley* Oh Hey guys&lt;br&gt;Demi+Ash+Miley: Hey&lt;br&gt;Sam: What are you doing here?&lt;br&gt;They try to think of a lie&lt;br&gt;Miley: Um because&lt;br&gt;Demi: because um ah&lt;br&gt;Ash: Because we needed a new outfit for the summer&lt;br&gt;Demi+Miley: Yeah&lt;br&gt;VJ:*smacks his forehead with his hand*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*confused*Okay?&lt;br&gt;Miley:*looks at her outfit* Oh nice outfit&lt;br&gt;Sam:Like it? Oh and guess what?&lt;br&gt;Demi: What?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Me and Nick are friends again! Isn&amp;#39;t that great?&lt;br&gt;Ash: That&amp;#39;s awesome!&lt;br&gt;Miley: Good! You guys can finally start something new&lt;br&gt;Demi: No duh!&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs*&lt;br&gt;VJ: Sam are you ready to go to the next store?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Yeah hold on I have to purchase my outfit&lt;br&gt;VJ:okay&lt;br&gt;Sam: *goes to the changing room**comes out and purchases her outfit and walks to her friends* Well see ya guys. I&amp;#39;m spending me time with my brother&lt;br&gt;Girls: See ya *they walk away*&lt;br&gt;VJ: Where to?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Hm how about Hollister?&lt;br&gt;VJ: Sure*they walk over to hollister*&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;At Hollister&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam: Now your lucky this is a store for girls and boys&lt;br&gt;VJ: *laughs* Yeah. Besides I need new shirts and pants to impress the girls&lt;br&gt;Sam: Okay let me be your helper in choosing your clothes&lt;br&gt;VJ: And why should I?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Because if your going to try to impress a girl, your going to need my help.&lt;br&gt;Vj: Good point&lt;br&gt;Sam: *laughs* Just chose something and show me&lt;br&gt;VJ; Whatever you say your majesty&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs*&lt;br&gt;VJ:*looking through the store*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*picks something* Oh how about this?*shows him*&lt;br&gt;VJ: Awesome!&lt;br&gt;Sam: Now all we need are pants*looks through piles and finds one* Here. Now try it on&lt;br&gt;VJ:Okay! Okay! Don&amp;#39;t have to be pushy*goes to the changing room*&lt;br&gt;After a few minutes&lt;br&gt;VJ:*comes out wearing this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sam: Nice now that would impress a girl&lt;br&gt;VJ: You serious?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Duh! Now to test it go to the beach tomorrow and talk to a really cute girl. Work your charm and see if it works. But before you go tomorrow you might need my help with the hair.&lt;br&gt;VJ: Okay?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Just be thankful to have a sister like me!&lt;br&gt;VJ:*laughs* Okay&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After they are done shopping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;VJ: Man I&amp;#39;m hungry&lt;br&gt;Sam: Me too let&amp;#39;s go eat ice cream&lt;br&gt;VJ: Okie dokie*they walk over to the ice cream palace*&lt;br&gt;Sam: One sundae please?&lt;br&gt;VJ: Man you can eat that?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Yes I can. And with sprinkles,gummie bears, and chocolate syrup.&lt;br&gt;Cashier: What kind of ice cream?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Chocolate&lt;br&gt;VJ: And make that 2&lt;br&gt;Cashier: $6.99 please&lt;br&gt;VJ:*hands him the money*&lt;br&gt;Cashier makes the sundaes and gives them their sundaes&lt;br&gt;Sam: Thank you&lt;br&gt;VJ: Man I am very lucky we have ice cream&lt;br&gt;Sam: I know. Without it I would scream&lt;br&gt;VJ: I miss having time with my little sis&lt;br&gt;Sam: Yeah same here&lt;br&gt;VJ: SO you and Nick are friends again?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Yep&lt;br&gt;VJ: That&amp;#39;s cool *eats his ice cream*&lt;br&gt;Sam: *east her ice cream* Oh man this is good&lt;br&gt;VJ: Yeah the gummi makes it even more delicious&lt;br&gt;Sam: And the sprinkles... genius!*looks at the entrance to see Nick, Joe, and Kevin*&lt;br&gt;VJ:*looks her way* Oh cool the guys are here&lt;br&gt;Sam: Hey Guys! Over here&lt;br&gt;They look over&lt;br&gt;Nick: *walks over with his brothers* Hey&lt;br&gt;Sam:*smiles* Hey &lt;br&gt;Joe: *looks at their foods* Man can I have some&lt;br&gt;Sam: sure&lt;br&gt;Joe: *takes a bite* Mm good sundae&lt;br&gt;Sam: I know right&lt;br&gt;Kevin: So how have you been Sam?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Good&lt;br&gt;Nick: That&amp;#39;s good&lt;br&gt;Kevin: Hey I&amp;#39;ll go order our ice creams okay?&lt;br&gt;Joe: I&amp;#39;ll come too&lt;br&gt;VJ: And I&amp;#39;ll go to the bathroom&lt;br&gt;The three leave&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs*&lt;br&gt;Nick: I think their trying to set us up&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs* Yeah.&lt;br&gt;Nick: So...&lt;br&gt;Sam:So....&lt;br&gt;Nick: I&amp;#39;ve got nothing&lt;br&gt;Sam: Me neither&lt;br&gt;Nick: Oh isn&amp;#39;t your birthday in like three days?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Yeah July 12. Why?&lt;br&gt;Nick: What are you going to do one your birthday?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Hm I don&amp;#39;t know.&lt;br&gt;Nick: Come on it&amp;#39;s your birthday. Can&amp;#39;t you just do something?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Well I don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;Nick: How about me and you go picnicing at the park?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Oh that would be awesome!&lt;br&gt;Nick: SO then it&amp;#39;s settled*gets a text* hold on one sec*reads the text*&lt;br&gt;(P.S Red is Sam&amp;#39;s mom. Blue is Nick)&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Hey Nick,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;It&amp;#39;s Sam&amp;#39;s mom. Is there any way you can stall Samantha on her birthday. We are having a surprise birthday with all her relatives and friends. And you can come too. So can you help?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;Sure. What times the party?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;1:00pm&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;Got it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Thank you Nick. Oh bring your family too. I haven&amp;#39;t seen them in a while. Also and Demi, Miley, and Ash are coming too. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;Okay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;Bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;Bye&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam: Who was that?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*lies* Oh um it was my mom. *looks at Kevin and Joe who are eating their ice cream while watching them* Well I got to go.&lt;br&gt;Sam: Okay see ya around&lt;br&gt;Nick: See ya*walks out*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Title: Until Your MIne&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter:20&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Part:1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Season: 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Name of Chapter: Perfect Day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;3 days later&lt;br&gt;Samantha is sleeping in her room&lt;br&gt;Demi:*walks in slowly with Ash and Miley*&lt;br&gt;Ash: *whispers* Okay guys put up the decorations without a sound okay?&lt;br&gt;Demi+Miley:*nods*&lt;br&gt;Ash:*whispers* Okay let&amp;#39;s get started&lt;br&gt;They put up the decorations&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Downstairs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nick:*putting up the decorations like his family and Sam&amp;#39;s family is doing*&lt;br&gt;Joe: Okay so what&amp;#39;s the plan again?&lt;br&gt;Denise: Once Samantha and Nick go to the picnic we go to the restaurant to help with the decorations and things like that&lt;br&gt;Kevin: Okay&lt;br&gt;Demi,Ash, and Miley walk down.&lt;br&gt;Demi: We&amp;#39;re down with the decorations in her room&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Okay &lt;br&gt;Ash: Well we have to go buy her presents so cya!*they walk out*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*sighs*&lt;br&gt;Nick: What&amp;#39;s wrong?&lt;br&gt;Joe: I just wish I could hug Demi and kiss her&lt;br&gt;Kevin: I know how you feel man&lt;br&gt;Nick: Well i don&amp;#39;t know about you guys but you might want to buy Sam a present&lt;br&gt;Denise: Or you guys can give her one of my old things to her&lt;br&gt;Kevin: Seriously?&lt;br&gt;Denise: Yes besides you shouldn&amp;#39;t be spending all over the place&lt;br&gt;Joe: Thanks mom&lt;br&gt;Denise: Your welcome&lt;br&gt;Vj: *runs downstairs* She&amp;#39;s awake&lt;br&gt;Victor: Okay you guys go now&lt;br&gt;They run out of the house&lt;br&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s family walks to Sam&amp;#39;s bedroom&lt;br&gt;Dolly:*sits on her bed* Samantha sweetie wake up&lt;br&gt;Sam:*moans and opens her eyes**wakes up and gets up to see decorations that said &amp;quot;Happy Birthday&amp;quot; and looks at her family in disbelief*&lt;br&gt;Victor:*walks in with a mini birthday cake*&lt;br&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s family: *sings happy birthday*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*smiles and blows out the candle*&lt;br&gt;VJ:Heres something I wanted to give you.&lt;br&gt;Sam: Aw VJ you shouldn&amp;#39;t have&lt;br&gt;VJ: I did. Because of your advice I got a date &lt;br&gt;Sam: Whose your date&amp;#39;s name?&lt;br&gt;VJ: Her name&amp;#39;s Alyson&lt;br&gt;Sam: Cool&lt;br&gt;VJ: So open it&lt;br&gt;Sam:*opens it to see this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sam:Oh my goodness VJ this is nice...it&amp;#39;s in style... aw give me a hug&lt;br&gt;VJ:*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Victor: And for my little princess I bought you this*hands her a card*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*reads it*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sam:*gets tears in her eyes*&lt;br&gt;Victor: Aw hunny&lt;br&gt;Sam:*hugs him* Thank you so much daddy&lt;br&gt;Victor: And guess what?&lt;br&gt;Sam: What?&lt;br&gt;Victor:*hands her $50*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Thank you daddy&lt;br&gt;Victor: Your welcome&lt;br&gt;Dolly: And last but not least my present to you*hands it to her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*shakes the box*Oh what&amp;#39;s in it?&lt;br&gt;Dolly: You&amp;#39;ll see. Just open it&lt;br&gt;Sam:*opens it to see this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Dolly:So...&lt;br&gt;Sam: I love it mom thank you*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Your welcome sweetie&lt;br&gt;Sam: What time is it?&lt;br&gt;VJ: It&amp;#39;s 11&lt;br&gt;Sam: Oh man I have to go to the picnic with Nick&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Oh Nick is downstairs &lt;br&gt;Sam:Already?&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Well when I told him you were sleeping he said he would wait.&lt;br&gt;Sam: Man I have to dress up*runs to the bathroom to do what people do in the morning when they wake up**then takes a bath*&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After a few mins.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam:*comes out wearing the outfit she wore at the American Eagle(look in chapter 19 to see outfit again)**walks downstairs and sees Nick sitting in the couch wearing this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Hey Nick---*almost fell*&lt;br&gt;Nick: Oh *runs to the rescue and catches her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Phew thanks&lt;br&gt;Nick: You might want to watch where you are going. Besides you don&amp;#39;t want to get injured on your birthday&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs* But that&amp;#39;s why your here right?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*smiles* Yeah&lt;br&gt;Sam:*looks at what he&amp;#39;s wearing* Um you do know we are going picnic right?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*think of a lie* Yeah but I just felt like wearing this&lt;br&gt;Sam: Okay so let&amp;#39;s go&lt;br&gt;Nick: Okay*they leave.*&lt;br&gt;VJ: We have our second gifts right? for Sam?&lt;br&gt;Victor+Dolly: Yes&lt;br&gt;VJ:Okay let&amp;#39;s go&lt;br&gt;They walk outside to see the Jonas&amp;#39;s family wearing this:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;(P.S just pretend Nick isn&amp;#39;t there)&lt;br&gt;Dolly:Ready to go?&lt;br&gt;Paul: Yep&lt;br&gt;Denise: Let&amp;#39;s go then&lt;br&gt;They get into their cars and drive to the restaurant&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At the Picnic&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam:*gets out of the car to see a big tree that shades the table and is surrounded by flowers* Wow&lt;br&gt;Nick: You like it?&lt;br&gt;Sam: I love it. It&amp;#39;s beautiful&lt;br&gt;Nick:*leads her to the table*&lt;br&gt;Sam: I thought we were going to the park to picnic?&lt;br&gt;Nick: We were but I wanted to pick my second favorite spot.&lt;br&gt;Sam: What&amp;#39;s your first place?&lt;br&gt;Nick: Our secret place? Remember?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Oh that place was beautiful. I still go there to think.&lt;br&gt;Nick: Anyways here&amp;#39;s your gift*hands her the gift*&lt;br&gt;Sam: Oh Nick you didn&amp;#39;t have to&lt;br&gt;Nick: I wanted to. Go on open it&lt;br&gt;Sam:*opens it to see this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Nick: What do you think?&lt;br&gt;Sam: It&amp;#39;s beautiful Nick. Thank *hugs him*&lt;br&gt;Nick: Your welcome. Now let&amp;#39;s eat!*takes out the food*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*eats the sandwich* Mm good sandwich.&lt;br&gt;Nick: I remember you said you like grape jelly sandwiches so I made them&lt;br&gt;Sam: Aw thanks Nick...for everything&lt;br&gt;Nick:*smiles* Your welcome&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After a few minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nick:*remembers what Sam&amp;#39;s mom said* Hey let&amp;#39;s go back to your place&lt;br&gt;Sam: Um okay?&lt;br&gt;They walk to Nick&amp;#39;s car and drives to her house.&lt;br&gt;Sam:Where is my parents?&lt;br&gt;Nick: I don&amp;#39;t know.&lt;br&gt;Sam: *walks up to her room to see a dress and sees a note on it*Hey Sam,&lt;br&gt;Nick here. Wear this and meet me outside.&lt;br&gt;SHe gets confused and walks downstairs to see Nick is gone&lt;br&gt;Sam:Okay?*dresses up*&lt;br&gt;After she is done dressed up&lt;br&gt;Sam:*gets out of the bathroom in this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sam:*puts her in a curly,half a pony tail style. Then she remembers the comb that Nick gave her and wears it**Next she walks downstairs and walks to Nick*&lt;br&gt;Nick: Oh you look pretty&lt;br&gt;Sam:Okay so what&amp;#39;s going on?&lt;br&gt;Nick*lies*Nothing&lt;br&gt;Sam:Come on Nick please tell me&lt;br&gt;Nick:*lies* um well we are going to dance&lt;br&gt;Sam:Um okay? But what&amp;#39;s with the dress?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*lies* Um well it&amp;#39;s a formal dance.&lt;br&gt;Sam:Okay?*gets into his car*&lt;br&gt;Nick:*sighs in relief and gets into the car* Oh and put this on*hands her a blindfold*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Why?&lt;br&gt;Nick:Because I don&amp;#39;t want you to see it until we get in&lt;br&gt;Sam:Okay.*puts blindfolds on tightly*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;At the restaurant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;While their waiting&lt;br&gt;Joe:*walks up to Demi whose wearing this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Joe:Um hey&lt;br&gt;Demi:*turns around*Oh hey&lt;br&gt;Joe: You look nice&lt;br&gt;Demi:Thanks&lt;br&gt;Joe:Look Demi I am sorry for breaking us up&lt;br&gt;Demi:Joe---&lt;br&gt;Joe: I was stupid and I---&lt;br&gt;Demi:*kisses him*&lt;br&gt;Joe:*kisses her back*&lt;br&gt;Demi:*pulls back and smiles*&lt;br&gt;Joe: What was that for?&lt;br&gt;Demi: For being cute&lt;br&gt;Joe:*smile*&lt;br&gt;Demi:*smiles back*&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With Kevin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kevin:*looks at Ash and Miley+ Miley&amp;#39;s date talking. They are wearing this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Kevin: *walks over* Um Hey Ash&lt;br&gt;Ash:Hey&lt;br&gt;Kevin: Can I talk to you alone?&lt;br&gt;Miley:Um let&amp;#39;s go to the food table babe&lt;br&gt;Cody:Okay*grabs her hand and walks over to the table*&lt;br&gt;Ash: What?&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Look I&amp;#39;m sorry for avoiding you and I&amp;#39;m sorry for mostly everything &lt;br&gt;Ash:Kevin...&lt;br&gt;Kevin: And I should have told you the truth and---&lt;br&gt;Ash:*kisses him passionately*&lt;br&gt;Kevin:*kisses her back**then pulls away*What was that for?&lt;br&gt;Ash: For being the sweetest guy&lt;br&gt;Kevin: SO does that mean we&amp;#39;re back together?&lt;br&gt;Ash:*smiles*Yep&lt;br&gt;Kevin:*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Martin(Sam&amp;#39;s nephew): Their here&lt;br&gt;Dolly: Closes the lights&lt;br&gt;The lights close&lt;br&gt;Nick:*opens the door* We&amp;#39;re here&lt;br&gt;Sam:Can I talk off my blindfolds now?&lt;br&gt;Nick:*smiles* Yep&lt;br&gt;Sam:*takes off her blindfolds* Why is it dark---&lt;br&gt;Lights come on and everyone says Happy Birthday Samantha&lt;br&gt;Sam:Oh my gosh&lt;br&gt;Nick:Happy Birthday&lt;br&gt;Sam:*hugs him*&lt;br&gt;Nick:*hugs her back*&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Read Chapter 20 Part 2 to see what happens in the party&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Title: Until Your Mine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Chapter: 20&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Part: 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Season: 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Name of Chapter: Let&amp;#39;s Get Crazy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nick: Well Your welcome&lt;br&gt;Sam: *laughs*&lt;br&gt;Demi: *walks over with Joe*Hey! Happy Birthday.&lt;br&gt;Sam:Thanks&lt;br&gt;Demi:Here&amp;#39;s my present*hands it to her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Oh I wonder what it is*rips it open and sees this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Demi:It&amp;#39;s a real one. When I was walking on the beach I found it laying there so I picked it up,cleaned it once I got home, and wrapped it in velvet to secure it from breaking&lt;br&gt;Sam: Demi it&amp;#39;s beautiful. Thank you*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Joe: And here&amp;#39;s my present to you*hand it to her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*opens the card and reads*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;And at the bottom of the card it says&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff00c3&quot;&gt;P.S Look up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam:*confused* Look up? Why should I...*looks up and sees Joe holding a little &lt;br&gt;box which is wrapped with balloons and stars on it*OMG&lt;br&gt;Joe:Happy Birthday Samantha!*smiles*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*rips it opens to see a friendship bracelet with pink,baby blue, and purple* Aw Joe it&amp;#39;s adorable. Did you make it?&lt;br&gt;Joe:Yep&lt;br&gt;Sam: Joe thank you*hugs him*&lt;br&gt;Joe: No problem. And guess what?&lt;br&gt;Sam:What?&lt;br&gt;Joe: Me and Demi are back together&lt;br&gt;Sam:OMG really?&lt;br&gt;Demi:Yep*hugs him*&lt;br&gt;Sam: Congrats &lt;br&gt;Joe:Thanks&lt;br&gt;Kevin,Ashley, and Frankie walk over&lt;br&gt;Frankie: Happy Birthday Samantha! *hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Aw thanks Frankie*gets up*&lt;br&gt;Ash:Happy Birthday*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Thanks Ash&lt;br&gt;Ash: And here&amp;#39;s a little something for you*hands her a present which is wrapped with hearts,stars,and balloons*&lt;br&gt;Sam: I&amp;#39;m getting too excited already*opens it to see this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Ash: Your going to need it for this evening&lt;br&gt;Sam:*confused*Okay?&lt;br&gt;Ash: Don&amp;#39;t worry if I tell you to change, go change&lt;br&gt;Sam: Thanks anyways*hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Ash: Your welcome&lt;br&gt;Kevin: And here&amp;#39;s mine and Frankie&amp;#39;s present to you*hands her roses and a card*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Aw thanks Kev*hugs him*&lt;br&gt;Frankie: Hey what about me?&lt;br&gt;Sam:*Bends down*OH come here*opens her arms*&lt;br&gt;Frankie:*hugs her again*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Thank you so much&lt;br&gt;Frankie: Your welcome&lt;br&gt;Kevin:Oh and guess what?&lt;br&gt;Sam: Let me guess you and Ash are back together?&lt;br&gt;Ash:*smiles* Yep! Isn&amp;#39;t that awesome!&lt;br&gt;Sam:Yeah&lt;br&gt;Kevin:*hears a song* Well Ash want to dance?&lt;br&gt;Ash: Of course. See ya Sam&lt;br&gt;Sam:See ya&lt;br&gt;They walk to the dance floor and Frankie dances with Noah(Miley&amp;#39;s sister)&lt;br&gt;Miley:*walks over to her with Cody*Hey! Hey! Birthday Girl&lt;br&gt;Sam:Hey*looks over*Um hi&lt;br&gt;Cody: Hi&lt;br&gt;Miley:Oh this is Cody,my boyfriend&lt;br&gt;Sam:OMG you have a boyfriend?&lt;br&gt;Miley:*nods*&lt;br&gt;Sam:OMG congratulations Miles&lt;br&gt;Miley:Thanks. Cody this is Samantha, Samantha this is Cody.&lt;br&gt;Sam:Nice to meet you&lt;br&gt;Cody: You too&lt;br&gt;Miley:Here&amp;#39;s Cody and Mine&amp;#39;s present to you. *hands it to her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:*oh*opens it and sees this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sam:OMG thanks you guys*hugs both of them&lt;br&gt;Miley+Cody:Your welcome. It&amp;#39;s a music box&lt;br&gt;Miley:but remember when I was mean to you and Ash and Demi?&lt;br&gt;Sam:Yeah&lt;br&gt;Miley: And I tried to sabotage your relationship with Nick?&lt;br&gt;Sam: yeah&lt;br&gt;Miley: Well Cody was there when I didn&amp;#39;t have anyone &lt;br&gt;Sam:Aw. Hey where is Emily and Aly?&lt;br&gt;Emily and Aly sneak behind her and says&lt;br&gt;Both: Boo!&lt;br&gt;Sam:*screams and turns around*OMG hey guys&lt;br&gt;Emily:Happy Birthday *hugs her*&lt;br&gt;Sam:Thank you&lt;br&gt;Aly:What I don&amp;#39;t get a hug?&lt;br&gt;Sam:*laughs and hugs her too*&lt;br&gt;Aly:Happy Birthday girl&lt;br&gt;Sam:Thanks. SO how&amp;#39;s AJ?&lt;br&gt;Aly:Well she&amp;#39;s sick but she said happy birthday to you&lt;br&gt;Sam:Aw tell her I said thanks&lt;br&gt;Emily: We wanted to surprise you on your birthday and here&amp;#39;s our gift and AJ&amp;#39;s gift to you*hands it to her*&lt;br&gt;Sam: Can you give me a hint on what it is?&lt;br&gt;Aly:Nope&lt;br&gt;Sam:*uses pleading eyes*&lt;br&gt;Emily: Oh no that is not going to work on us this time.&lt;br&gt;Sam:Okay before I open it I have to put my gifts on the table first*walks over to the table and puts her gifts there*Okay now I&amp;#39;m going to open it*rips it until she sees this:*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Emily:Each charm represents me,Aly, and Aj. My charm for you is the baby blue I think&lt;br&gt;Aly: My charm to you is purple and AJ is pink&lt;br&gt;Sam:Aw thanks guys*hugs them*&lt;br&gt;Ash:*walks over to them* Hey Emily! Hey Aly. Sam time to change&lt;br&gt;Sam;Wait why do I have to change?&lt;br&gt;Ash:*smiles*You&amp;#39;ll see&lt;br&gt;Sam: *turns to Miley,Emily, and Aly* Do you guys know?&lt;br&gt;Miley:Can&amp;#39;t tell&lt;br&gt;Aly:Sorry can&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;Emily:Same here&lt;br&gt;Sam:*sighs*Fine*walks to the bathroom and changes into the dress that Ash gave her*&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;After a few minutes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam:*comes out wearing the dress*&lt;br&gt;Ash:Wow &lt;br&gt;Sam:Okay now why am I changed into this dress?&lt;br&gt;Ash:Listen to this&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>leeannhospedales</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/leeannhospedales</link><author>cierra1818</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/leeannhospedales</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:04:36 CST</pubDate><description>There is no abstract available for this page revision.&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Joe Jonas</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Joe+Jonas</link><author>cierra1818</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Joe+Jonas</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 15:01:51 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;h2&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JOE JONAS&amp;hearts; RULES&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;+0&quot;&gt;  &lt;li&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;h2 align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; Joe Jonas Bio!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;See Also: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; | &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; | &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name&lt;/b&gt;: Joseph Adam Jonas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;+0&quot;&gt;  &lt;li&gt;  &lt;div&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;  &lt;li&gt;  &lt;br&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date of Birth&lt;/b&gt;: August 15th, 1989&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Age&lt;/b&gt;: 20&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Place of Birth&lt;/b&gt;: Casa Grande, Arizona&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Nickname: Danger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height&lt;/b&gt;: 5&amp;#39; 10&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Sign&lt;/b&gt;: Leo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese Horoscope Sign&lt;/b&gt;: Snake&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick name&lt;/b&gt; Mr.Danger/DJ Danger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin (Sir.) and Denise Jonas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siblings&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin (Jr.), Nick, and Frankie Jonas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Making,movies , jogging&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; and working out &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instruments&lt;/b&gt;: Guitar, piano, percussion, tambourine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Favorite Food&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Chicken cutlet sandwich w/ mayo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Color&lt;/b&gt;:blue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noticefaction&lt;/b&gt;: Humorus sense, jokes, intend to fall, funny, flirts &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;: Chocolate Marshmallow &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Sport&lt;/b&gt;: WiffelBall and Baseball&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Joe+Jonas+Pictures&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe Jonas Pictures&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; | &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Joe+Jonas+Quotes&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe Jonas Quotes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; | &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Joe+Jonas+Videos&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe Jonas Videos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe Jonas Facts:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;  &lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com#&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;pizza&lt;/a&gt; topping is BBQ chicken. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite junk food snacks are mint and creme oreos. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe has three brothers named Kevin, Nick, and Frankie. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite animal is a monkey. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite Baby Bottle Pop flavor is strawberry. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe is homeschooled. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite musician is Freddie Mercury. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe prefers tea over coffee. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite cartoon character is Rocko from Rocko&amp;rsquo;s Modern Life. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite ice cream topping is hot fudge. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;If Joe were to leave the music world today and get a new profession, he would want to be a person who works at a zoo. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s major influences in music are Johnny Lang and a band called Thirsty Merc. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe would like to perform at The &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Hollywood&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Hollywood&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; Bowl and at Giants Stadium. &lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite fast food place is In and Out Burger. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite word is Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;If Joe could be any animal in the world, he&amp;rsquo;d be a fierce lion. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;If Joe could trade in his brothers for any other celebrities, he&amp;rsquo;d trade Kevin for Shakira and Nick for Beyonce.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s horoscope sign is Leo. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe prefers texting a girl than calling her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe is Christian. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Faith is very important throughout Joe&amp;rsquo;s family. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Out of all the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Jonas+Brothers&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;, Joe is the biggest ladies man. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe flirts with girls by giving them hugs and little nudges. And to let a girl know he likes them right away, he compliments her and smiles a lot. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite board game is Monopoly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite holiday is Christmas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s not afraid to let a girl know that he likes her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe doesn&amp;rsquo;t really like coffee, but he does like some drinks at Starbucks. He likes their Strawberries and Creme Frappuccino and the Passion Tea Lemonade. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;To be funny, when people ask about his purity ring he says that he&amp;rsquo;s married! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Out of his brothers, he is the loudest and the laziest. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He got his tambourine from Guitar Center. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His acoustic guitar is called the Black Pearl. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He once drove the tour bus and almost crashed it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe has a white video iPod. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s most prized possession is his hair. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He loves running and soccer. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He uses Right Guard and Old Spice deodorants. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He is easily scared. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe has a Razor(cellphone) and sidekick and his ringtone is &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s How I Beat Shaq&amp;rdquo; by Aaron Carter. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe uses a flat-iron and Evada Control Paste in his hair. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe listens to Beethoven before going to bed sometimes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s Chinese Horoscope sign is a Snake. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;On YouTube, Joe sometimes poses as DJ Danger. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Like his brothers Nick and Kevin, Joe wears a purity ring. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;The &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Jonas+Brothers&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;rsquo; song &amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Mandy&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Mandy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;rdquo;, is actually about a ex-girlfriend and best friend of Joe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite song is &amp;ldquo;Only Hope&amp;rdquo; by Switchfoot. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite food is chicken cutlet sandwich with mayonnaise. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite TV show is Boy Meets World. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Before being in the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Jonas+Brothers&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;, he was back up vocalists with Kevin. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite drink is orange Gatorade. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Along with his brothers, Joe had been part of the church choir. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He and the rest of the &amp;lsquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Jonas+Brothers&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;rsquo; are spokespeople for &amp;ldquo;Baby Bottle Pops&amp;rdquo;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Favorite Actor is Jim Carrey. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Some of his favorite bands are Switchfoot and Copeland. He also loves the band, Team Hilario. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Favorite Actress is Natalie Portman. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;According to his brothers, Joe takes forever in the shower, takes forever to get ready and the asks how he looks about four times. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His height is 5&amp;prime;10&amp;Prime; (1.78 cm). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe has black hair and brown eyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s favorite ice cream flavor is Chocolate Marshmellow &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite movies are Dumb and Dumber,Finding Never land and four feathers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite sport is Wiffle Ball. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe once dated Amanda Michalka. They met while the Jonas Brothers were on tour with Aly and AJ. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His mom&amp;rsquo;s name is Denise Jonas and his dad&amp;rsquo;s name is &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Kevin+Jonas&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; Sr. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;When Joe was younger, he was very attached to his Barney bank . And once his mom decided to get rid of it so she gave it to her friend to throw away, but Joe caught her and was like &amp;ldquo;Why do you have my Barney?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe plays the keyboard, guitar, piano, and percussion (tambourine). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Some of Joe&amp;rsquo;s hobbies include jogging, working out and making movies. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite color is blue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;His favorite candy is Twix and Tootsie Rolls. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He owns a care bears pillow &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Likes girls that like to stand out a bit &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Has dated AJ (Aly and Aj) and Taylor Swift &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Rumours says he broke up with Camille Belle&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He got the drivers license .&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe is a certified baby sitter, only in New Jersey &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;Joe&amp;#39;s favorite thing about school is his desk&amp;#39; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;Joe says if he went to college he would probably major in Theatre Arts&amp;#39; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;Joe&amp;#39;s favorite historical era is the 1980&amp;#39;s&amp;#39; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;In concert, Joe&amp;#39;s favorite song to play is &amp;#39;Still in Live With You &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;When Joe was 10, he once ran over his crush&amp;#39;s mailbox with his bike (on accident) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s toothbrush is yellow. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He wears Prada cologne &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He is easily scared. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He once drove the tour bus and almost crashed it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;He&amp;#39;s favorite song from the new album (LVATT) is Poison ivy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s bad habit is biting his nails&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  Joe love&amp;#39;s to sing in the shower. Acorrding to the press, he sings burrning up, beause the waters so hot &lt;/div&gt;  joe&amp;#39;s fav ice cream place is Pinkberry &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>A Little Bit Longer...</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/A+Little+Bit+Longer...</link><author>SoccerChick874</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/A+Little+Bit+Longer...</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:50:25 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#aa2ac9&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#aa2ac9&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Waiting for something to go wrong can sometimes kill you... but if you have hope, there&amp;#39;s always a way...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;Hey, JB fans! This is my next fanfic, and as you can see, it&amp;#39;s called &amp;quot;A Little Bit Longer...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#aa2ac9&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Nick has had diabetes since 2005... it&amp;#39;s been 4 years since he&amp;#39;s been diagnosed... he&amp;#39;s used to it now, but when something goes horribly wrong, his life is on the line. Nick&amp;#39;s girlfriend (I won&amp;#39;t say who just yet) and his family are terribly worried... because the doctor has told them Nick has one month to live. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;The Original Cast!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samantha as Samantha Stoneridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s Mom as Teresa Stoneridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demi Lovato as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joe Jonas as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nick Jonas as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Jonas as themselves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas as himself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus as Miley Stewart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift as herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ashley Tisdale as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selena Gomez as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emily Osment as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Little Bit Longer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter One&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;I Miss You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam is writing in her diary*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot;&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;As you know, Nick Jonas has had diabetes for 4 years. He&amp;#39;s gotten used to it now, so it&amp;#39;s really nothing more than a minor problem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot;&gt;..but something tells me what happened yesterday &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a minor problem...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam has a flashback*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Nick are chasing each other around the park*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick finally catches Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam falls down on the grass laughing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick imitates Sam and falls on the ground laughing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Haha... very funny...&amp;quot; Sam said sarcastically.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry, I couldn&amp;#39;t resist...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick smiles at Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam smiles at Nick*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*they get up and Nick hugs Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick whispers in Sam&amp;#39;s ear* &amp;quot;I love you...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam whispers back* &amp;quot;I love you, too...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick leans in, about to kiss Sam, when he starts to hold his stomach*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know...&amp;quot; Nick says weakly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam quickly gets out her phone and calls Joe*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Joe? It&amp;#39;s Sam... Nick&amp;#39;s holding his stomach, and I don&amp;#39;t know why... he doesn&amp;#39;t know why, either... &amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam whispers into the phone* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m worried, Joe...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;...no, I wanted to call you first... okay... um, at the park... okay, but hurry... bye.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam hangs up and walks over to Nick, and sits beside him on the park bench*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Everything&amp;#39;s gonna be okay... I just called Joe, and he told me Kevin, Frankie, and your parents are coming over A.S.A.P....&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; everything&amp;#39;s gonna be okay... but right now... I don&amp;#39;t know &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;what&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to think...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam hugs Nick, while Nick&amp;#39;s still holding his stomach*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I love you...&amp;quot; Sam says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I love you, too... I would &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;die&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; right now if you weren&amp;#39;t next to me...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam kisses Nick&amp;#39;s cheek, and hears a car door slam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam sits up quickly*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Mr. and Mrs. Jonas quickly run over to Nick*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hunny, are you okay?&amp;quot; Mrs. Jonas asks, worry in her voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;No....&amp;quot; Nick says weakly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m gonna call 911... sit tight, Nick...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Mrs. Jonas walks away from them and gets out her phone*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks around, trying to find Joe, Kevin, or even Frankie, but sees no one else*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Where&amp;#39;s Joe? And Kevin and Frankie?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We told them to stay home... we didn&amp;#39;t want Frankie to worry, so Joe and Kevin are trying to keep his mind off this whole thing...&amp;quot; Mr. Jonas explained.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Mrs. Jonas walks up to Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, we&amp;#39;re taking Nick to the emergency room...&amp;quot; Mrs. Jonas says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... okay... should I come? Or...&amp;quot; Sam says, confused.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe when we get this whole situation figured out, but for now, you should just head home... I know you&amp;#39;re his girlfriend and all.. but-&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I understand... no problem... I hope Nicky&amp;#39;s okay... tell him that I love him... again.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Mrs. Jonas giggles*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, bye Sam...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Mrs. Jonas walks over to Nick*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nicky, hunny... we&amp;#39;re taking you to the hospital... we need to know what&amp;#39;s going on...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Sam!&amp;quot; Nick says as loud as he can.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam turns around*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Bye Nicky... I love you!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick waves*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam waves and starts walking to her house*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam continues to write in her diary*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;We don&amp;#39;t even know what&amp;#39;s wrong with Nicky yet... it&amp;#39;s been a day, and I&amp;#39;m starting to get worried.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let&amp;#39;s hope it&amp;#39;s nothing TOO serious... I&amp;#39;m praying to God that he&amp;#39;ll still be alive when we find out what&amp;#39;s wrong...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;GTG, I&amp;#39;m supposed to go to the hospital with my mom and Demi right now...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;TTYL,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam puts her diary on her shelf and walks downstairs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(By the way, Sam and Joe DIDN&amp;#39;T break up... in this series, they never went out... but they still are in my OTHER series...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi is sitting on the couch, looking at the floor when Sam walks downstairs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi looks up slowly*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sammy...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam sits beside her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hi...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t believe this... I hope Nick&amp;#39;s okay...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Me too... I miss my Nicky...&amp;quot; Sam says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi hugs Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;ll be okay...&amp;quot; Demi says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom walks in the room*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Come on, girls... time to go see Nick...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi get up and they walk outside, and Sam&amp;#39;s mom shuts the door*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#2cafd4&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**IN THE CAR**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi are silent, as Nick&amp;#39;s song &amp;quot;A Little Bit Longer&amp;quot; plays*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*tears start coming quickly down Sam&amp;#39;s cheeks, and she looks down*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom pulls into the hospital parking lot and she stops the car*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi and Sam&amp;#39;s mom get out and start walking towards the hospital*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;I hope Nicky&amp;#39;s okay... I love him so much... please don&amp;#39;t let him die... &lt;u&gt;please&lt;/u&gt; don&amp;#39;t let him die...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**IN THE HOSPITAL**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the girls walk in and Sam&amp;#39;s mom goes to the reception desk and talks to the secretary*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi sit down on the couch*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;ll be okay, Sam... I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; it...&amp;quot; Demi tried to reassure Sam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;How sure &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;are you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;quot; Sam said, not really buying that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Positive&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... he probably had something to eat that made him feel sick...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s hope that&amp;#39;s all.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom waves them over*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi get up and go over to her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nick&amp;#39;s on this floor, so we don&amp;#39;t have very far to walk.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi start walking, following Sam&amp;#39;s mom*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom stops at the end of the hallway*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom peers in the room*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s in there...&amp;quot; Sam&amp;#39;s mom whispers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Can we... go in?&amp;quot; Sam asked, unsure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I think so.. the doctor would&amp;#39;ve stopped us by now..&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi giggle*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You go in first, hunny... after all, he &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; your boyfriend...&amp;quot; Sam&amp;#39;s mom tells her daughter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Okay... come on, Dems.. he probably wants to see you, too...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi smiles and walks in the room with Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi slowly and quietly walk over to where Nick is, and they see Joe and Kevin beside Nick, who&amp;#39;s lying on a bed*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam whispers to Demi* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve never seen him so... so... helpless...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, guys...&amp;quot; Joe and Kevin say to the girls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot; They say in unison.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick opens his eyes and sees Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, baby...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Nicky... you feeling okay?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Better...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**30 MINUTES LATER**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone is laughing at Sam, even Nick*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What? I actually &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; putting marshmellows on my hotdogs!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone is still laughing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor walks in, holding a lot of papers and stuff in his hands*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry, everyone, but you&amp;#39;re all going to have to leave the room...&amp;quot; The doctor announced.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;WHAT? &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;quot; Everyone said at the same time... kinda awkward, huh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Uh... visiting time is almost over...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;No it&amp;#39;s not! We still have two and a half hours LEFT!&amp;quot; Sam corrected.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor weakly smiles, and waves everyone out of the room*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam doesn&amp;#39;t move*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Wait a minute...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam kisses Nick&amp;#39;s cheek*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick smiles*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam smiles as she walks happily past the doctor, and the doctor walks out of the room, too, shutting the door behind him*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry to startle you, but I have some bad news...&amp;quot; The doctor informed everyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*The Jonas Brothers -minus Nick, of course- are standing side by side, blank looks on their faces with Mom and Dad not far behind them, while Sam and Demi are looking at each other, slightly frowning*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;W-what is it, doctor?&amp;quot; Mrs. Jonas stammers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We ran some tests on Nicholas, and, well... the results could&amp;#39;ve been better.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor shows the tests to everyone, and they look dumfounded*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We found out that the cramps he had yesterday &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;weren&amp;#39;t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; minor...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;I hate it when I&amp;#39;m right... especially now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;...and that they had to do with his Type 1 Diabetes...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone starts to whisper*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Long story short - he&amp;#39;s got one month to live.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone turns to face the doctor, except Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s looking down at her feet*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Does Nick know?&amp;quot; Joe asked the doctor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;No... we didn&amp;#39;t want to worry him.. we&amp;#39;re going to tell him when everyone&amp;#39;s gone...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi hears Sam quietly sob*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi whispers to Sam* &amp;quot;You okay, Sammy?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks up through a veil of tears*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam suddenly bolts down the hallway and out the hospital door*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi and Joe chase after her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi and Joe are looking for Sam outside, but they don&amp;#39;t find her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sam? Sam, where are you?&amp;quot; They both say in unison.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe sees something attached to a tree*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Demi run over to it*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Demi read it out loud*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Dear Demi, and whoever else is reading this...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can&amp;#39;t stand the fact that Nicky&amp;#39;s gonna be gone in a month...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;...so I ran away. I love you all very much... you guys are my life, my everything...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;..the best I&amp;#39;ve ever known... so don&amp;#39;t feel sorry for me, I just need to deal with this...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;...and no, I&amp;#39;m &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; gonna commit suicide... that would just be stupid....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;See ya around... maybe...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace &amp;lt;3 Jonas&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi starts crying, and Joe hugs her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;So.. she&amp;#39;s gone? That&amp;#39;s it?!&amp;quot; Demi cries.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe holds her tighter, still looking at the note, when he notices more writing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, there&amp;#39;s more writing...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe lets go of Demi and starts to read the note out loud*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;P.S.: Maybe you guys should go to the &lt;u&gt;park&lt;/u&gt; today... it&amp;#39;s nice outside...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;The word &amp;#39;park&amp;#39; is underlined...&amp;quot; Demi thinks out loud.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Demi look at each other*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;THE PARK!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi and Joe run towards the park*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Little Bit Longer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please Don&amp;#39;t Leave Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#30c274&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;**At The Park**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam is lying on the bench, feet up in the air, writing something in a book*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam taps the pen on her nose, and continues writing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9730cf&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Staring out at the starry night...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9730cf&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don&amp;#39;t see a single shine of light...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9730cf&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby, it&amp;#39;s not your fault... baby, it never was...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9730cf&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I&amp;#39;m never gonna stop missin&amp;#39; you, because...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9730cf&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is never fair... you thought that you won when there&amp;#39;s nothing there...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9730cf&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;As I walk right out that door... I wear my heart on my sleeve...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9730cf&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(COPYRIGHT OF THIS SONG, TOO! BUT ISN&amp;#39;T IT GOOD?? :D)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam smiles at the words, and continues writing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi and Joe finally get to the park, out of breath*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi sees Sam, and starts running to her, and Joe follows*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;SAM, SAM, SAM!&amp;quot; Demi yells really loud.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam quickly shuts the book and looks up at Demi and Joe*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, guys....&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you run away? You scared &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; half to death!&amp;quot; Joe yells at Sam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks down*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know... I just couldn&amp;#39;t handle it when the doctor said that Nick&amp;#39;s gonna...&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam pauses* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;...die in a month... would YOU like it if &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;your girlfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was gonna die in a month?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;No... I guess not... if I HAD a girlfriend...&amp;quot; Joe says softer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Camilla Belle ring a bell?&amp;quot; Sam said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam laughs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s FUNNY!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe laughs a little*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nah... she dumped me last week...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and Demi look at Joe, wide-eyed*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah.. she wanted to get back with her &amp;#39;Robby&amp;#39;...&amp;quot; Joe said, imitating Camilla and doing air quotations when he said &amp;#39;Robby&amp;#39;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam scoffs really loud*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, well.. I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;HATE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ROBBY!&amp;quot; Sam says, louder than usual.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... really?&amp;quot; Joe taunted Sam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks at Joe for a long time*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry I ran away... but it&amp;#39;s not like it&amp;#39;s forever...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You were smart enough to underline &amp;#39;park&amp;#39; in that note, though...&amp;quot; Joe teased Sam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks suprised*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Did I do &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;quot; Sam said in a fake suprised voice.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Demi laugh*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam gets up, and grabs the book and pencil*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Demi notices*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, whatcha writin&amp;#39;, Sammy?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe scoffs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;SURE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam sticks her tongue out at Joe*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe sticks his tongue out at Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks down at her feet again*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What am I gonna do without my Nicky?&amp;quot; Sam says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe hugs Sam really tight*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sam... it&amp;#39;s gonna be okay...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam pulls away from Joe and looks at him*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;The doctor said he&amp;#39;d be gone in a &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;MONTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Joe... that &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;ISN&amp;#39;T&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; okay with me!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe hugs her again, and this time, Sam hugs back*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We love you Sam... so much... &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; love you so much...&amp;quot; Joe says softly to Sam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam can&amp;#39;t help smiling*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;knew&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you had a crush on me...&amp;quot; Sam says to herself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe pulls away*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Whoa, whoa, whoa... I didn&amp;#39;t say &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot; Joe defends himself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;...but I did think it...&amp;quot; Joe says quietly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;See! I KNEW IT!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s because you&amp;#39;re too smart.. get dumb, or something...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam laughs, and kisses Joe on the cheek*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Whatever.. come on, let&amp;#39;s go back to the hospital...&amp;quot; Sam suggests.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone starts walking towards the hospital*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam, Demi, and Joe arrive at the hospital and walk in*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*they walk back to the outside of Nick&amp;#39;s room, and everyone is sitting in chairs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Look who we found...&amp;quot; Joe teases Sam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam sticks her tongue out at Joe*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe pushes her, and Sam smiles*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry to worry you guys. I was just... I really don&amp;#39;t wanna hear that my baby&amp;#39;s gonna die in like, a month.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Emily stands up and hugs Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s gonna be okay...&amp;quot; Emily said, not looking at Sam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What are you hiding?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, me?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Emily scoffs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Why would I be... be hiding... something... from you?&amp;quot; Emily said, really slow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam stares at Emily blankly*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Emily starts to cry*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, okay... Nick&amp;#39;s kinda... um...&amp;quot; Emly said, stammering through every sob.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*tears started to rapidly fall down Sam&amp;#39;s cheeks*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s dead, isn&amp;#39;t he? The doctor lied to us, saying that he had a month, when he really only had 20 minutes. He&amp;#39;s dead... isn&amp;#39;t he?&amp;quot; Sam said, confused.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Well....&amp;quot; Emily started.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam sits down on the hospital floor, her head in her knees*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Emily sits next to her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nick&amp;#39;s not dead.&amp;quot; Emily said plainly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks at Emily*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s just, um... kind of unconscious right now.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh...&amp;quot; Sam said softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;We were able to go back in after 15 minutes when the doctor finished testing on Nick, and he asked where you were. We said that we didn&amp;#39;t know, and tears just ran down his cheeks as fast as the Niagara Falls.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam laughs a little*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He told us that if you ever came back, to tell you that he loves you...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam smiles*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;...and that he&amp;#39;s really scared.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam frowns*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I am, too... I think I&amp;#39;m speaking for all of us.&amp;quot; Sam replies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone nods*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor came out of Nick&amp;#39;s room, and shut the door behind him*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Is Nicky still unconsious?&amp;quot; Sam asked the doctor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam coughs*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I mean... Nick?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Demi laugh a little*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yes... but he&amp;#39;s still breathing. He&amp;#39;s not in a coma or anything, but-&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the nurse rushes out of Nick&amp;#39;s room*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Um, doc, you might wanna come in here...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam holds onto Emily&amp;#39;s hand, and squeezes it*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Ow...&amp;quot; Emily whispers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry... I&amp;#39;m just nervous.&amp;quot; Sam whispers back.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor goes into the room and shuts the door*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Frankie whispers to Joe* &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s happening with Nick? Is he gonna be okay?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe whispers back* &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;ll be fine... don&amp;#39;t worry.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe hugs Frankie*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**1 WEEK LATER**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam is in her bedroom, writing in her diary*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well, we finally know what&amp;#39;s wrong with Nick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Although I wish I didn&amp;#39;t...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I haven&amp;#39;t seen him since last week, and I REALLY miss him... :&amp;#39;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember - you asked...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam has a flashback*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the nurse and doctor come out of the room and shut the door*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Is Nick okay?&amp;quot; Demi asks them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone starts whispering*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Calm down, everyone... Okay. So, here&amp;#39;s the deal. Nick was unconscious, but he was breathing still, right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like where this is going...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Those cramps weren&amp;#39;t minor like I said... and I like being right... but not today. Nick has a severely low blood pressure, and...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s in a coma.&amp;quot; The nurse said plainly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam eyes widened, along with everybody elses*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Is he gonna be okay?&amp;quot; Sam asked, wishing that she didn&amp;#39;t.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Remember how I said Nick would live for a month?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*everyone nods*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;My prediction was way off...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam starts crying quietly, and Joe hugs her tightly*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;He might die anyday now.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;The doctor said quietly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam pulls away from Joe slowly, and everyone stared at the doctor blankly*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Um.. I&amp;#39;ll be right back...&amp;quot; Sam says.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam calmly walks away until no one can see her, then she runs to the park, book and pencil in hand*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Do you trust her?&amp;quot; Joe asks Demi quietly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;No...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Demi calmly walk away, and then start walking towards the park*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam continues to write in her diary*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyways, we haven&amp;#39;t got a call from the doctor yet, so I guess that&amp;#39;s good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&amp;#39;m praying day and night for Nicky, and if he were conscious, I know he&amp;#39;d do the same.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;TTYL, maybe,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#31b071&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam XOXO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam puts her diary away and goes downstairs to watch J.O.N.A.S*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam is watching J.O.N.A.S when Sam&amp;#39;s mom walks in the living room* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, hunny...&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam has her eyes fixed on the TV*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom sits down beside Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Hey, do these glasses make my head look fat?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;No, Joe, your fat head makes your head look fat&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam laughs a little*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You still miss Nick, Sam?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam has her eyes fixed on Nick on the TV*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Mom... look at Nick... he&amp;#39;s so... alive. Imagine him... not alive...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam finally looks at her mother*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I know he&amp;#39;d be going to the right place, but right now, that right place is here... with me.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam starts crying*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Do you still wanna go to the hospital?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yes... I wanna see Nick. I love him, Mom...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, let&amp;#39;s go...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam shuts off the TV and follows her mom outside*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam and her mom arrive at the hospital, and are outside Nick&amp;#39;s room*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks to see if the door is shut*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, the door&amp;#39;s open...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam walks in and sees Joe and Kevin looking down*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, guys...&amp;quot; Sam says quietly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam...&amp;quot; Joe says, slowly looking up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Joe&amp;#39;s crying? What if... oh no...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You guys... okay?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Kevin looks up, and Sam wasn&amp;#39;t suprised that he was crying*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Nick&amp;#39;s... not moving.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam covers her mouth with her hand*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam rushes to the side of Nick&amp;#39;s bed*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Nicky? You awake?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick doesn&amp;#39;t move*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Is he even breathing?&amp;quot; Sam said, afraid to ask.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam puts her head against his chest, being careful of the wires attached to his body*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam doesn&amp;#39;t feel anything moving*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh my God. I think he&amp;#39;s...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks at the monitor with the zigzag line*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;The line&amp;#39;s straight... oh my God... no, please God, no...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam pushes the 911 button above Nick&amp;#39;s bed*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor rushes in*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;That zigzag line monitor thing... yeah, the line isn&amp;#39;t a zigzag.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe laughs a little*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s not what it&amp;#39;s called.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care.. that&amp;#39;s the best I can do right now.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Is he breathing? I didn&amp;#39;t feel any movement...&amp;quot; Sam asks the doctor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor checks Nick&amp;#39;s breathing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;No... he&amp;#39;s not.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam sits next to Joe and Kevin and holds their hands*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the monitor is beeping like crazy*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the monitor beeps one long beep*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the monitor shuts down*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam squeezes Joe and Kevin&amp;#39;s hands*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor does some last-minute testing, but no one left the room*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*the doctor doesn&amp;#39;t move for a minute, then turns to face Joe, Kevin and Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Well... the tests don&amp;#39;t lie...&amp;quot; The doctor started.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Please don&amp;#39;t die, Nicky... please God, let him live...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;...Nick&amp;#39;s dead.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;W-what?&amp;quot; Sam asked in disbelief. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s dead. His heart just... stopped.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Can&amp;#39;t you do anything to fix it?&amp;quot; Sam pleaded. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve tried everything. There&amp;#39;s nothing I can do.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam starts crying* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam walks over to Nick&amp;#39;s bedside and stares at him* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s... dead?&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks at him, motionless* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Kevin walk up to Sam and hug her* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay, Sam...&amp;quot; Joe whispers to her. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam pulls away* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh.. so Nick dead is &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;okay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to you?&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;meant&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; we&amp;#39;ll get through this...&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;This is just so... it just... happened. I can&amp;#39;t get over something like this so fast.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;So... where&amp;#39;s your parents? They at home with Frankie?&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I think... but how are we gonna break it to mom, Kev? It&amp;#39;ll break her heart.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know... but I don&amp;#39;t wanna go home right now. It&amp;#39;s too soon.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Kevin start walking towards the door* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam? We&amp;#39;ll be outside, if you&amp;#39;re wondering.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, Joe, I&amp;#39;ll be out in a few.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Joe and Kevin leave, and Sam goes back to Nick&amp;#39;s bedside* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, Nicky... why&amp;#39;d you have to go? I wanted you to stay... with me...&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam starts crying again*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, Sam... please don&amp;#39;t cry. You&amp;#39;re breaking my heart. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just want you to know that I love you. I can&amp;#39;t wait to tell you when I&amp;#39;m with you again someday. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I&amp;#39;m not sure when that&amp;#39;s gonna be. You mean so much to me... and I can&amp;#39;t wait to see you again. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you... I love you... I love you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;****************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Little Bit Longer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#e034c4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Black Keys&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**The Next Day**&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam is sleeping beside Nick on his hospital bed* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam wakes up and smiles* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Nick.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s smile fades* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, yeah... he&amp;#39;s... dead.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam walks out of the hospital and bumps into the doctor* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I&amp;#39;m so sorry...&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Um, do you think I could still visit Nick later? Even though he&amp;#39;s...&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Of course. We won&amp;#39;t be moving him out until Saturday.&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks... bye!&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam walks out of the hospital and into the park*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;***************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam is listening to &amp;quot;Black Keys&amp;quot; on her iPod when her mom walks into her bedroom*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam pauses her iPod and looks at her mother*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hunny, come with me... I have to show you something...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Wonder what it is...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam follows her mom into the car and she starts to drive*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom stops at the graveyard*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, no... they didn&amp;#39;t bury him already?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, hunny, I&amp;#39;m so sorry...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam starts crying and gets out of the car and into the graveyard*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam searches for the grave with &amp;#39;Jonas&amp;#39; on it, and she finds it*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh my gosh... was I asleep when they did this?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;No, after you left the hospital, they didn&amp;#39;t wanna leave the dead body in the room much longer...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;The doctor said they were moving Nick out on Saturday...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam kneels down on the ground and continues crying*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#55a6a4&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;**One Month Later**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam grabs her diary and opens it to the next blank page and grabs her pen*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam clicks her pen and puts it to the page, but she doesn&amp;#39;t write anything*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam closes her diary and throws it on the ground with the pen and puts her pillow over her head*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I hate this...&amp;quot; Sam moans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam storms out of her room and goes downstairs and sees her mother*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hi, hunny.. how are you feeling?&amp;quot; Her mom says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Like crap...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam gets out her cereal and starts pouring it into the bowl*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;So... what were you planning on doing today?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Moping, mostly... that&amp;#39;s what a widow would do.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You aren&amp;#39;t a widow.. Nick never married you.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks down*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I was hoping we would someday...&amp;quot; She says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam gets the milk*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;So you miss him a lot, huh?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam stops pouring the milk and starts sobbing*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam starts eating her cereal*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;That doesn&amp;#39;t look like enough milk, Samantha...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I know... I like dry cereal.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam starts at the Fruit Loops*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Actually, I&amp;#39;m not very hungry...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam puts the bowl by the sink and starts walking towards the front door*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Where are you going? It&amp;#39;s pouring rain!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Perfect... I&amp;#39;m going to the graveyard. I&amp;#39;ll probably be back by lunch...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam puts her hood up and walks out the front door and shuts it*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;***************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam stares at her boyfriend&amp;#39;s grave*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Why God, why?&amp;quot; She says softly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam lays down on the soaking wet ground and looks at the rain while it falls*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam hears a shaking noise*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam stand up and looks around*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam hears mumbling and knocking*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*She looks at Nick&amp;#39;s grave, kneels down beside it and puts her ear up to it*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam hears more mumbling*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam gets a shovel and starts digging up the coffin and pulls it out*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam unlocks it and gets blown back onto the ground*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick steps out of the coffin, smiling*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, baby... I missed you.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam gets up and starts walking towards Nick*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Is it really you?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;The one and only.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam hugs Nick, and he hugs back*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I love you, Nicky.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I love you, too, Sammy.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Nick pulls away and kisses Sam*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam smiles*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;You feelin&amp;#39; okay?&amp;quot; Sam asks Nick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Better than ever.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sam, wake up.&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam looks puzzled* &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Wake up, Sam!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sam!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam wakes up to her mom shaking her*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Sam! Oh, thank God, you&amp;#39;re okay!&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;What time is it?&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Lunch...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Okay...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Sam gets up and starts walking towards the car*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I had the strangest dream, Mom...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, yeah? Tell me all about it..&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;quot;I was sleeping in the graveyard, and then...&amp;quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;****************&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Wow, honey. That&amp;#39;s a... well, I don&amp;#39;t know how to classify that dream. I just don&amp;#39;t wanna say anything that&amp;#39;s gonna hurt you too much.&amp;quot; Sam&amp;#39;s mom explained.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;It was the most wonderful dream.. until I woke up.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam looks out the window to Nick&amp;#39;s grave and sighs* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;My life will never be the same without that man...&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom chuckles* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot; Sam says blankly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Your&lt;/i&gt; man?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, &lt;i&gt;MY&lt;/i&gt; man. We were dating, weren&amp;#39;t we?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom starts driving, and Sam looks out to Nick&amp;#39;s grave again, and blows a kiss in that direction* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widen as her mom hits 60 kph* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*without thinking, Sam opens the car door and jumps out* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam stumbles out of the car, and scrapes her leg so bad that it immediately started bleeding*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom was unable to turn around, so she went around the graveyard* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam ran as fast as she could to Nick&amp;#39;s grave* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t believe I dropped my class ring...&amp;quot; Sam muttered as she ran like the wind. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam knelt down beside Nick&amp;#39;s grave and picked up her class ring* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*She started to turn around when suddenly she heard loud moans* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam turns around and walks back to Nick&amp;#39;s grave* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Oh no, what if I&amp;#39;m dreaming again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam knelt down to Nick&amp;#39;s grave and listened for the moans* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam starts digging for the coffin* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Samantha! What in blazes are you doing? Get back in the-&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Mom, help me pull the coffin up!&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;But Nick&amp;#39;s-&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I heard moaning! Come &lt;i&gt;ON&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s mom helps her pull up the coffin* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*Sam unlocks it and rips the lid off of it* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Nicholas Jerry Jonas, those better have been your moans...&amp;quot; Sam mumbled. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;How did you guess?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, my Jonas.&amp;quot; Sam said breathlessly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;***************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>So Much For My Happy Ending - Part Three</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/So+Much+For+My+Happy+Ending+-+Part+Three</link><author>SoccerChick874</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/So+Much+For+My+Happy+Ending+-+Part+Three</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 16:23:15 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#a10ef0&quot;&gt;When in doubt, never give up... or else you might lose the closest person to your heart...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;(Here&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;So Much For My Happy Ending&amp;quot; video by Avril Lavigne)&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#78aadd&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.comhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&amp;hl=en-GB&amp;v=C2eUCfREAbw&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&amp;amp;hl=en-GB&amp;amp;v=C2eUCfREAbw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;********&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;(Here&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;My Life Would Suck Without You&amp;quot; video by Kelly Clarkson)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#78aadd&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.comhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bap-oZI-Grc&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bap-oZI-Grc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*********&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;(Here&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;Mad&amp;quot; video by Ne&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;-yo)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#78aadd&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.comhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UoLcB-3URk&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UoLcB-3URk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*********&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;(Here&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;Now Or Never&amp;quot; music v&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;ideo from HSM3 - sung by t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;he &amp;#39;W&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;ildcats&amp;#39;!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#78aadd&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.comhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ5XTVgWj5o&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQ5XTVgWj5o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;*********&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Here&amp;#39;s the &amp;quot;Dead and Gone&amp;quot; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;music video by T.I. and Justin Timberlake)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#78aadd&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;external&quot; href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.comhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQDVv48zSrE&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQDVv48zSrE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Hey, all you JB fans! This is Season 2 Of One Step At A Time... So Much For My Happy Ending...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s happy with Joe... and so is everyone else (with their relationships)...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;But when one thing goes wrong... everyone falls down... together... or maybe apart...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Find out by reading So Much For My Happy Ending!&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;(And again, this story is completely fictional - except the celebs and towns I mention.... and these celebs aren&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;t &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; this mean in real life...) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Starring:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;The Original Cast!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samantha as Samantha Stoneridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam&amp;#39;s Mom as Teresa Stoneridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demi Lovato as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joe Jonas as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nick Jonas as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Jonas as themselves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas as himself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miley Cyrus as Miley Stewart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift as herself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ashley Tisdale as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selena Gomez as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emily Osment as herself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And some new, familiar faces...(in order of appearance in Season Two)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Danny Noriega as himself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;(He&amp;#39;s from American Idol Season 7... I just LOVED HIM!... he ALMOST but didn&amp;#39;t make the Top 12 :&amp;#39;(....)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;David Henrie as himself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Jake T. Austin as himself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Zac Efron as himself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Corbin Bleu as himself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Frankie Jonas as himself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big Rob as himself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kenny Ortega as himself (he directed High School Musical and Hannah Montana&amp;#39;s 3D Movie)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;So Much For My Happy Ending&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Chapter Four: Part Two&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;Crash And Burn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**On The Road In Sam&amp;#39;s Tour Bus...5 Minutes Later**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I feel so bad, Kenny...&amp;quot; Sam said, sulking on the couch.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I know, Sam, but it&amp;#39;s for the best...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What? Joe &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;crying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? His brothers &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;disappointed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;? Not that good...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;But you will see them...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Not anytime &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;soon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam crosses her arms, and Kenny turns on Sam&amp;#39;s unreleased song, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re My Everything&amp;quot;*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You already sold that song?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nope, just the run-through you did a month ago...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam singing on the CD*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;...You&amp;#39;re my everything...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So, where&amp;#39;s our first stop?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;San Fransisco...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;That&amp;#39;s where Joe and his brothers are going first... maybe I&amp;#39;ll see him...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#8a23d9&quot;&gt;**12:51 pm...On The Road In The Jonas Brother&amp;#39;s Tour Bus**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Joe is sitting down, looking out the window through a veil of tears, while Nick and Kevin are playing &amp;#39;Go Fish&amp;#39;*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mom, where&amp;#39;s our first stop?&amp;quot; Nick asked his mom as Kevin puts a card down on the table.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;San Fransisco...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe looks at his mom*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s where Sam&amp;#39;s going...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Really? Maybe you&amp;#39;ll get to see her...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I wish I could see her NOW... why did she have to go on her tour... why couldn&amp;#39;t she come with us?&amp;quot; Joe whined hopelessly, tears still coming down his cheeks.&lt;br&gt;*Another tour bus passes by, and a girl is knocking on her bus&amp;#39; window*&lt;br&gt;*Joe turns around to see Sam waving at him*&lt;br&gt;*Joe waves to her and smiles, and then he gets out his phone and calls Sam*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s phone starts to ring &amp;quot;Hello Beautiful&amp;quot; and she answers it*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Joe...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Hey, girl... where you headed?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; Joe teased.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;San Fransisco... you?&amp;quot; Sam played along.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Same... maybe we&amp;#39;ll see each other after the show...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Or maybe sooner...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;What?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing... I love you...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;I love you, too, &amp;#39;angel&amp;#39;...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles at him, and he smiles back*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;See ya later, baby...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Bye...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*they both hang up and Sam turns around and sinks into the couch*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Did Joe just call?&amp;quot; Kenny asked her, curiously.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;How did &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; know?&amp;quot; Sam said, playfully.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Because you said, &amp;quot;Hey, Joe.&amp;quot;...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles really big and turns her new iPod nano on and puts the earphones in*&lt;br&gt;*Sam turns &amp;#39;Right Round&amp;#39; on*&lt;br&gt;*Sam singing* &amp;quot;You spin my head right round, right round... when you go down.. when ya go down, down...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Kenny laughs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You like that song, huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam takes out an earphone*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You like that song, huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh.. yeah... it&amp;#39;s me and Demi&amp;#39;s song... she just LOVES it...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam puts her earphone back in*&lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Joe, you and your brothers won&amp;#39;t miss me for long...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles to herself*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;******************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Joe puts his phone away*&lt;br&gt;*Kevin in the background* &amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;You HAD to take all my 2&amp;#39;s...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Kevin moans as he gives them to Nick*&lt;br&gt;*Nick smiles as he takes the 2&amp;#39;s from Kevin&amp;#39;s hand*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;*Joe laughs*&lt;br&gt;*Nick and Kevin look at Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Finally cheered up?&amp;quot; Kevin asked him.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, kinda... Sam just drove by...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We heard her knock...&amp;quot; Nick added.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Got any 7&amp;#39;s, Kevin?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Silence.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, that&amp;#39;s rhymes!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No... &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... I actually get to &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;keep&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; some cards...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick and Joe laugh*&lt;br&gt;*Joe looks out the window again, and then at his watch - &lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;1:23 pm&lt;/font&gt;*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Only...&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Joe counts on his fingers* &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...only 6 hours and 7 minutes until our concert!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe looks down*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And Sam&amp;#39;s...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick put down his cards and sat next to Joe on the couch*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick puts his hand on Joe&amp;#39;s shoulder*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...maybe things will turn around...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;How is THAT gonna happen? Yeah, sure, Sam and us have the same tour date for ONE town, and then tomorrow we leave for Texas, and she goes to Miami...&amp;quot; Joe said, looking really sad.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...it&amp;#39;s hopeless, Nick...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*a tear runs down Joe&amp;#39;s cheek*&lt;br&gt;*Kevin puts down his cards and sits on the other side of Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;totally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hopeless...&amp;quot; Kevin says, trying to reassure Joe.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, really?&amp;quot; Joe said, not believing it.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;We&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; can&amp;#39;t do anything about this... and neither can Mom or Dad...&amp;quot; Kevin started.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...but maybe &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;God&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; can change it....&amp;quot; Nick chimed in.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Let&amp;#39;s hope so... this is our &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;last&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; chance... and if God can&amp;#39;t do it - and I don&amp;#39;t see why He can&amp;#39;t - then there&amp;#39;s nothing we can do...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*The boys bow their heads and close their eyes*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Dear God, please help Sam to come to her senses and come with us on our tour... Joe and Kevin and I really miss her, and it woun&amp;#39;t be the same without her... we believe that we can do all things through Christ... but we really need help with this... this is too big for us... please don&amp;#39;t let Sam forget about us... we all love her &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;so much&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... we would &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to lose her...in Jesus&amp;#39; name, Amen.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*The boys&amp;#39; lift their heads and open their eyes*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, guys...&amp;quot; Joe said.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No problem... we &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; miss Sam, too...&amp;quot; Nick replied.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You mean, YOU miss her...&amp;quot; Joe teased him.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Isn&amp;#39;t that what I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; said?&amp;quot; Nick questioned Joe, confused.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... but, no...&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Nick looks confused*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, come on, Nick... admit it...&amp;quot; Joe taunts his brother.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Admit WHAT?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe scoffs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Admit that you LOVE Sam, and that you&amp;#39;re &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;so jealous&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of me and her dating...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick scoffs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Come on, Joe.. I don&amp;#39;t LOVE her like &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ah-HA! But you do &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; her... Nick, it&amp;#39;s okay to be jealous... me and Kevin KNOW that you love her...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;don&amp;#39;t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; love Sam...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Can you look us in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and say that?&amp;quot; Kevin dared Nick.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I..I don&amp;#39;t...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick looks down*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, fine... you caught me...&amp;quot; Nick says softer, still looking down.&lt;br&gt;*Joe looks at Kevin*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I already told her...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe and Kevin smile at each other, and then they look back at Nick*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...well, not directly...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick has a flashback*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam has tears in her eyes and sits down beside Nick* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh.. it was me. Joe was kissing Taylor in the hallway and I saw... so I ran.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, Sam. I&amp;#39;m sorry...&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Nick hugs Sam, and Sam starts to cry* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Nick pulls away and holds her arms with his hands* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey... don&amp;#39;t cry. Life happens..&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll try...&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, Nick?&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;If you and Joe don&amp;#39;t work out... maybe you and me.. we could...&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam gasps* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;You like me?&amp;quot; Sam was shocked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... I guess I do.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam kisses Nick on the cheek, then hugs him* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... maybe we could.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*they both laugh*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I guess I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tell her... more th&lt;/font&gt;an once...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Nick has another flashback*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Wow... I should&amp;#39;ve listened to Joe.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well, you didn&amp;#39;t know.&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Nick leans over to Sam and whispers in her ear* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not your fault... he still loves you.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Nick.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Nick turns his head to look at Sam* &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Nick kisses Sam on the lips*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widen*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Remember... I still love you, too.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I know. I love you, too...&lt;i&gt; Nicky&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*they smile at each other*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;And you KISSED her?&amp;quot; Joe and Kevin asked Nick.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... just once, though...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Joe, it&amp;#39;s okay to be jealous...&amp;quot; Nick says, imitating Joe.&lt;br&gt;*Nick smiles*&lt;br&gt;*Joe glares at him*&lt;br&gt;*Nick looks away*&lt;br&gt;*Kevin laughs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*****************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;**6 HOURS LATER**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s backstage getting makeup and her hair done*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;(Sam&amp;#39;s wearing this)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;*Sam sighs as the makeup lady puts mascara on Sam*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I gave up the Jonas Brother&amp;#39;s WORLD TOUR for my own.... I cannot believe this... I&amp;#39;m such an idiot!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You gave up the JONAS BROTHERS tour?&amp;quot; The makeup lady asked, shocked.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... Kenny Ortega almost blew up when I said I didn&amp;#39;t wanna go on my own tour... but he MADE me... or else I&amp;#39;d never, ever be famous...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*the makeup lady starts putting silver eyeshadow on Sam*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;They&amp;#39;re actually in the venue next to this one... our concerts start at the same time... so it&amp;#39;s not like I can be at BOTH concerts at the same time...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;There, all done... you look gorgeous, Sam.&amp;quot; The makeup lady complemented Sam.&lt;br&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s eyes widened*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks... bye!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam gets up and runs out of the makeup area and bumps into Kenny Ortega...literally*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh! Sorry, Kenny... I just had this great idea! What if we-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Already on it, Sam...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;But you don&amp;#39;t know what I was gonna sa-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Your concert starts in 5 minutes... you should get into position...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay... but-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wait a second...&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;*Kenny thinks*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s what you&amp;#39;re gonna do...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Kenny whispers into Sam&amp;#39;s ear*&lt;br&gt;*Sam eyes brighten*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s EXACTLY what my idea was!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Great...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles at Kenny*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam runs to her starting position, and waits to get on stage*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**In The Concert Hall**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*the crowd is counting down until Sam gets on stage*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;(Note: There&amp;#39;s a big screen up above where Sam comes on stage.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;10, 9, 8, 7...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***********&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**The Jonas Brothers&amp;#39; Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Joe, Nick and Kevin can hear the crowd counting down*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;This is it...&amp;quot; Joe anticipates.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;(Note: There&amp;#39;s also a big screen up above where The Jonas Brothers come on stage.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;*crowd* &amp;quot;3, 2...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**Sam&amp;#39;s Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam comes on stage like how Miley does, (the elevator that&amp;#39;s part of the stage and it goes up and down) and the crowd screams ten times louder as Sam walks up onto the stage*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, everyone!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles as she looks out to all the fans that&amp;#39;ve come to watch her in concert*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;How are you guys?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*the crowd screams*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m gonna sing a little something that I wrote... it&amp;#39;s called, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re My Everything&amp;quot;... hope you guys like it...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam takes a deep breath, and starts singing*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;Oh, baby, what did I do wrong? &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;My tears are falling faster... as I&amp;#39;m writing you this song... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Can&amp;#39;t you see.. what we have is something special... please don&amp;#39;t walk away... with you I wanna stay..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me everything&amp;#39;s gonna be okay... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;As I think about what we&amp;#39;ve been through.. and what I didn&amp;#39;t get to say... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;Ohhh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. you&amp;#39;re the best I&amp;#39;ve ever had... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;standing right in front of me... always looking like that... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Ohh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. don&amp;#39;t let us fade away... baby, you know that I love you... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;m with you no matter what... if I didn&amp;#39;t care I wouldn&amp;#39;t dare to sing... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;You&amp;#39;re my everything...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Listen, b&lt;/font&gt;aby... I didn&amp;#39;t mean to hurt you so bad.. why would I.. wanna hurt you at all...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I don&amp;#39;t care... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;if the world comes crashing down on me... I won&amp;#39;t &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;let you fall..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me everything will be alright... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;As I look at you I realize... you never wanted to fight... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;Ohhh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. you&amp;#39;re the best I&amp;#39;ve ever had... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;standing right in front of me... always looking like that... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Ohh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. don&amp;#39;t let us fade away... baby, you know that I love you... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;m with you no matter what... if I didn&amp;#39;t care I wouldn&amp;#39;t dare to sing... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;You&amp;#39;re my everything...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Sam walks up the stage catwalk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;My head is spinning &amp;#39;round and &amp;#39;round... I wanna scream, but I don&amp;#39;t make a sound... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;With you around, you make me so secure... but ever since you&amp;#39;ve been gone... I am never sure...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;No-no-no nohhh, no.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;*softer* Oh, baby, what did I do wrong? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;My tears are falling faster... as I&amp;#39;m singing you this song... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Can&amp;#39;t you see.. what we have is something special... please don&amp;#39;t leave me this way... it&amp;#39;s you that makes me say..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;Ohhh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. you&amp;#39;re the best I&amp;#39;ve ever had... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;standing right in front of me... always looking like that... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Ohh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. don&amp;#39;t let us fade away... baby, you know that I love you... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;m with you no matter what... if I didn&amp;#39;t care I wouldn&amp;#39;t dare to sing... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;You&amp;#39;re my everything...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;Ohhh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. you&amp;#39;re the best I&amp;#39;ve ever had... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot;&gt;standing right in front of me... always looking like that... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Ohh-oh-oh-ohhhh.. don&amp;#39;t let us fade away... baby, you know that I love you... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;m with you no matter what... if I didn&amp;#39;t care I wouldn&amp;#39;t dare to sing... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3b9ad1&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;You&amp;#39;re my everything...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*softer* You&amp;#39;re my everything...&lt;br&gt;*COPYRIGHT OF THIS SONG TOO! IT&amp;#39;S MINE, I WROTE IT, AND NO, YOU CAN&amp;#39;T HAVE IT! :)*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*the crowd screams*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We love you, Sam!&amp;quot; Someone shouts.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, guys!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Wow... who would&amp;#39;ve thought I&amp;#39;d ever do something like &lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**The Jonas Brothers&amp;#39; Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*The Jonas Brothers are singing &amp;quot;Burnin&amp;#39; Up&amp;quot;*&lt;br&gt;*Nick* &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m slippin&amp;#39; into the lava... and I&amp;#39;m tryin&amp;#39; to keep from goin&amp;#39; under... baby, you turned the tempereature hotter... &amp;#39;cuz I&amp;#39;m burnin&amp;#39; up... burnin&amp;#39; up, for you, baby... walk in the room... all I can see, is, youhh.. oh, starin&amp;#39; me downnn.. I know you feel, it, too... I&amp;#39;m slippin&amp;#39; into the lava... and I&amp;#39;m-a tryin&amp;#39; to keep from goin&amp;#39; under... baby, you turned the temperature hotter... &amp;#39;cuz I&amp;#39;m burnin&amp;#39; up... burnin&amp;#39; up, for you baby...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe and Kevin join in*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m slippin&amp;#39; into the lava... and I&amp;#39;m tryin&amp;#39; to keep from goin&amp;#39; under... baby, you turned the tempereature hotter... &amp;#39;cuz I&amp;#39;m burnin&amp;#39; up... burnin&amp;#39; up, for you, baby... burnin&amp;#39; up...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick* &amp;quot;...Burnin&amp;#39; up... for you, baby....&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*the song ends and the crowd screams*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, everybody!&amp;quot; Joe says.&lt;br&gt;*all of a sudden, there&amp;#39;s a weird beeping sound*&lt;br&gt;*the crowd goes silent*&lt;br&gt;*Nick turns around to see what it is, and looks up at the big screen*&lt;br&gt;*Nick gasps*&lt;br&gt;*the crowds starts to scream*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Um... guys...&amp;quot; Nick said, sounding nervous.&lt;br&gt;*Joe and Kevin turn around, and their jaws drop*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**Sam&amp;#39;s Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*the same weird beeping noise is heard at Sam&amp;#39;s concert, and the crowd is silent*&lt;br&gt;*Sam looks up at the big screen*&lt;br&gt;*Sam suddenly sees 3 familiar faces, and millions of unfamiliar faces, on the big screen*&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**The Jonas Brothers&amp;#39; Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Hey, guys!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot; Says a familiar voice.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sam?!&amp;quot; Joe is speechless.&lt;br&gt;*Sam&amp;#39;s on the big screen talking to JB... if you hadn&amp;#39;t already guessed that*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Hey... how&amp;#39;s the concert?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s... fine... and yours?&amp;quot; Joe replied.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;It&amp;#39;s goin&amp;#39; great! Sorry to scare you guys...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We miss you, Sam!&amp;quot; Nick and Kevin yell.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;I miss all of you, too... Joe... I love you...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*a tear rolls down Joe&amp;#39;s cheek*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I miss you, too, baby...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;I&amp;#39;m sorry I couldn&amp;#39;t be there... I feel so bad...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I know... but it was for the best...&amp;quot; Nick said.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Not if you guys aren&amp;#39;t happy, it isn&amp;#39;t... anyways... I love you, guys... I&amp;#39;ll see you later... maybe...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We love you, too, Sam!&amp;quot; The boys shout.&lt;br&gt;*the big screen puts the boys back on*&lt;br&gt;*Joe sighs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;********************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**Sam&amp;#39;s Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wasn&amp;#39;t that a nice suprise I gave JB?&amp;quot; Sam asks the audience.&lt;br&gt;*the crowd cheers*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I can still see the Jonas Brothers on the big screen...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam looks puzzled*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;ll probably turn off in a second...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;**3 MINUTES LATER**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is going &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;on&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*the crowd whispers*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Huh... stay right here, guys.. I&amp;#39;m gonna go check with the technical guy to see what&amp;#39;s going on here....&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam runs off stage*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;**OUTSIDE**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*someone runs across the street, dodging people as they go, and goes into a building*&lt;br&gt;*they show the bodyguard something, and he lets them in*&lt;br&gt;*they walk through a room and accidentally bump into Mr. and Mrs. Jonas and Frankie*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, hey, guys...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey! How&amp;#39;s it going?&amp;quot; Mr. Jonas says.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Everything&amp;#39;s going fine, thanks...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*they walks to where JB enters on-stage*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**The Jonas Brothers&amp;#39; Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*The Jonas Brothers finish singing &amp;quot;Lovebug&amp;quot;, and the fans cheer*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you, everyone!&amp;quot; Kevin shouts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**Sam&amp;#39;s Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*the crowd is watching to see what happens with the big screen*&lt;br&gt;*fans start cheering wildly*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**The Jonas Brothers&amp;#39; Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wow, our fans are really enthusiastic tonight, huh, Joe?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;They&amp;#39;d be even more enthusiastic if Sam were here...&amp;quot; Joe says, looking down.&lt;br&gt;*suddenly, a girl runs up behind Joe and squeezes him*&lt;br&gt;*Nick and Kevin smile*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Someone&amp;#39;s choking me!&amp;quot; Joe yells.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What? Your own girlfriend can&amp;#39;t even &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;hug&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe turns around to see Sam holding onto him*&lt;br&gt;*Joe hugs her really tight*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sam... why are you here?&amp;quot; Joe asks, still hugging Sam.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Because... I realized that me touring WITHOUT the Jonas Brothers would be the worst decision of my life...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So... you&amp;#39;re saying...&amp;quot; Joe says, kinda confused.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;saying&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that I&amp;#39;m coming on the rest of your tour!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Seriously?&amp;quot; Nick and Kevin say, not believing what they&amp;#39;re hearing.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yup...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I love you, Sam...&amp;quot; Joe whispers in her ear.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I love you, too...&amp;quot; Sam whispers back.&lt;br&gt;*the crowd goes wild*&lt;br&gt;*Joe and Sam look out to the crowd, and then back at each other*&lt;br&gt;*Joe runs his fingers through her hair and kisses her*&lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Best night.. of.. my life...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Joe thinking* &lt;i&gt;Best night.. of.. my life...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;So Much For My Happy Ending&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Five&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tonight, I Love You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffff00&quot;&gt;**ONE WEEK LATER**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam is on JB&amp;#39;s tour bus, listening to &amp;quot;Right Round&amp;quot; on her iPod nano*&lt;br&gt;*Kevin and Joe are playing Go Fish this time, and Nick&amp;#39;s sitting with Elvis on the couch*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;*&amp;quot;Right Round&amp;quot; ends, and Sam turns off her iPod and takes out the earphones*&lt;br&gt;*Elvis gets off Nick&amp;#39;s lap and goes over to Sam*&lt;br&gt;*Elvis nudges her hand*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Elvis...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Elvis jumps on Sam and lays on her*&lt;br&gt;*Nick turns and smiles*&lt;br&gt;*He really likes you, Sam...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s so cute...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick whispers to Sam*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Just like someone I know...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick winks at Sam, and Sam looks down, smiling*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Are we THERE yet?!&amp;quot; Sam wails.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No, Sam... we weren&amp;#39;t there 5 minutes ago, either...&amp;quot; Joe says.&lt;br&gt;*Sam moans like a ghost*&lt;br&gt;*Joe laughs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;**Later, In Texas**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam looks out the bus window and sees a &amp;#39;Welcome To Texas&amp;#39; sign*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;FINALLY!!&amp;quot; Sam shouts.&lt;br&gt;*Joe laughs and goes to sit beside Sam*&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles at him*&lt;br&gt;*Joe smiles back*&lt;br&gt;*the tour bus stops*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, guys, let&amp;#39;s go set up...&amp;quot; Kevin instructed.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Come on, Elvis, get off me...&amp;quot; Sam says.&lt;br&gt;*Elvis looks at her sleepily*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You can sleep later... right now.. get off...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Elvis doesn&amp;#39;t move*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Elvis, come here, boy!&amp;quot; Nick calls him.&lt;br&gt;*Elvis jumps off Sam&amp;#39;s lap and runs to Nick*&lt;br&gt;*Sam scoffs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He makes it look so easy...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe laughs a little*&lt;br&gt;*everyone walks off the bus*&lt;br&gt;*Elvis tries to come with Nick*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No, boy.. stay here.. we&amp;#39;ll be back later...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick kisses Elvis&amp;#39; head*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I love you...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Nick shuts the tour bus door and Elvis stares out the window*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**At The Concert**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*JB and Sam are singing &amp;quot;Hello Beautiful&amp;quot;*&lt;br&gt;*As Joe finishes, he holds Sam&amp;#39;s hand, looks her in the eyes and sings to her*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;..If I couldn&amp;#39;t see... those eyes...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*the crowd cheers and screams*&lt;br&gt;*Joe kisses Sam*&lt;br&gt;*Sam pulls away and smiles*&lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;Take &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt; Camilla!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**The Next Day...Camilla Belle&amp;#39;s House**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla is sitting at the table and watching E! News*&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;And in the News Minute, The Jonas Brothers were rockin&amp;#39; last night&amp;#39;s concert in Texas. The day before, the boys&amp;#39; good friend and girlfriend of lead singer, Joe Jonas...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla scoffs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, whatever... me and Joe would look a MILLION times better then Sam does with him...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;...gave the boys a suprise at their concert. Sam popped up on their big screen, and apologized for not being able to make it...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;GOOD! Don&amp;#39;t go... let Joe down, so he can DUMP you...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;...but in a suprise twist, Sam showed up at JB&amp;#39;s concert minutes after she talked with them on the big screen, and is going on the rest of their World Tour...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla dropped the TV remote*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;WHAT?!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;...she scared Joe and his brothers... but in the end, it was worth it... JB would NEVER be mad at a girl like her... &lt;u&gt;especially&lt;/u&gt; not Joe...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*A picture of Joe and Sam kissing comes on the T.V.*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Are you &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;joking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Seems like &lt;u&gt;this&lt;/u&gt; couple won&amp;#39;t be splitting anytime soon&lt;/i&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Not if I have anything to do with it...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33bed4&quot;&gt;**1 MONTH LATER... AUGUST 7th**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam is writing in her diary*&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;Wow! JB&amp;#39;s tour was AMAZING!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;Oh, and it&amp;#39;s 8 days until Joe&amp;#39;s b-day!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;I&amp;#39;m so STOKED!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;He&amp;#39;s the best boyfriend a girl could EVER want...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;...I hope I never lose him...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;GTG, I&amp;#39;m expecting a call from &amp;quot;you know who&amp;quot;... ;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;TTYL,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#23993d&quot;&gt;Sam XOXO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam closes her diary and puts it on her shelf*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam phone rings &amp;quot;Hello Beautiful&amp;quot;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam picks it up and answers it*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*the phone is sill ringing*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... it&amp;#39;s a text... &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam reads the text*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;dear sam...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;dating you had been really fun these past few months...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;...but I think we&amp;#39;re falling apart...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;...ya know, our schedules are so tight and busy...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;...we don&amp;#39;t get to hang out as much as we used to...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;I know you call me everyday, but...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;...it&amp;#39;s not good enough... I need a girl who I can see more often...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;...so, I think we should break up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;we can still be best friends, if you want to...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;either way, I&amp;#39;ll always love you..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;...just not like &amp;#39;dating&amp;#39; love you..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;talk to ya later,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#4d89b8&quot;&gt;joe :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Sam puts her phone down slowly, and looks down*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*tears are streaming down her cheeks*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I.. lost him...&amp;quot; Sam says weakly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;****************&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#af32cf&quot;&gt;**At Joe&amp;#39;s House**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Joe&amp;#39;s watching &lt;i&gt;Paris Hilton&amp;#39;s British Best Friend&lt;/i&gt;, and his phone starts to ring &amp;quot;Hello Beautiful&amp;quot;*&lt;br&gt;*Joe picks up his phone*&lt;br&gt;*Joe thinks* &lt;i&gt;It&amp;#39;s Sam...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sammy...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;Don&amp;#39;t &amp;quot;Hey, Sammy&amp;quot; me... I cannot &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; you ... no, I don&amp;#39;t wanna be &amp;#39;best friends&amp;#39;, no, I won&amp;#39;t &amp;#39;TTYL&amp;#39;,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;and NO, I&amp;#39;m never talking to you at ALL!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;But, Sam-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;You know what? Don&amp;#39;t talk to ME either...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Silence.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;I hate you...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam hangs up and Joe hears the dial tone*&lt;br&gt;*tears are coming down Joe&amp;#39;s face fast, and Joe is speechless*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;***************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**At Camilla&amp;#39;s House**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla&amp;#39;s phone starts to ring and she answers it*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Did he?! What a JERK!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wanna come to my house? Okay, see ya soon... bye...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla hangs up*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;**2 MINUTES LATER**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla hears a knock on her front door*&lt;br&gt;*she opens it*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam... wow, you and Joe split? I cannot BELIEVE this!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah... I can&amp;#39;t either... I&amp;#39;m NEVER talking to that mean, selfish, nasty... sexy rockstar again!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Silence.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Um... I havem&amp;#39;t exactly gotten OVER it yet...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla gigles*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I can see that... come on in...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam walks in and shuts the front door*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nice house!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla smiles*&lt;br&gt;*Sam sits down on her couch*&lt;br&gt;*Sam sees Camilla&amp;#39;s phone to the left of her*&lt;br&gt;*Camilla sits on the right of Sam*&lt;br&gt;*Sam quickly looks at her and smiles*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s okay, Sam... I&amp;#39;ve gone through this, too...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...that horrible &amp;#39;vampire&amp;#39; dumped me months ago... for his CO-STAR, Kristen... like, frig... at least I&amp;#39;m not immortal!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... I&amp;#39;m so sorry, Camilla... if it helps, I&amp;#39;ve ALWAYS hated Twilight...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Kinda...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam and Camilla giggle*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t worry, Sam... I know Joe was a big part of your life... but, some things just don&amp;#39;t last...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t think our relationship would &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;be&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; one of those things...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No one ever sees it coming... or from who.. but that&amp;#39;s life...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Silence.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Camilla...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No problem...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I gotta go, mom wanted me home early tonight to help with dinner...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Does she know...?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, yeah... I told her... she told me the exact same thing... except the RP put-downs...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla laughs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Sam..&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Bye...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam waks out of the front door and shuts it*&lt;br&gt;*Sam starts walking home*&lt;br&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;No one ever sees it coming... or from who... she&amp;#39;s got THAT right...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla thinking* &lt;i&gt;No one ever sees it coming... or from who&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;... NO KIDDING! But now... it&amp;#39;s time to make my move...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;****************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;**The Next Day, At Camilla&amp;#39;s House**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla gets out her phone and calls Joe Jonas*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Joe... it&amp;#39;s Camilla... I&amp;#39;m SO SORRY about Sam! Like, who could hate &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla listens*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Uh-huh... well... maybe, would you wanna go out with me?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh... it&amp;#39;s totally okay... I completely understand... I&amp;#39;m &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; not over Rob!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay, bye, Joe...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla hangs up*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well... &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;that&amp;#39;s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; a set-back... but there&amp;#39;s nothing Sam can do-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla stops mid-sentence when she hears a knock on her front door*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;**OUTSIDE CAMILLA&amp;#39;S DOOR**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam knocks on the door*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I cannot BELIEVE Camilla...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam has a flashback*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;**FLASHBACK**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, Camilla...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;No problem...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;I gotta go, mom wanted me home early tonight to help with dinner...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Does she know...?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, yeah... I told her... she told me the exact same thing... except the RP put-downs...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Camilla laughs*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bye, Sam..&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Bye...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam waks out of the front door and shuts it*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam starts walking home*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam thinking* &lt;i&gt;No one ever sees it coming... or from who... she&amp;#39;s got THAT right...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam hears laughing coming from Camilla&amp;#39;s House*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam peers into her window*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;I cannot &lt;u&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/u&gt; Sam fell for that! She&amp;#39;ll &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; know that I texted her, pretending to be Joe breaking up with her... now they&amp;#39;re ruined forever!&amp;quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam stops looking in the window and walks away*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;*Sam thinking* What goes around, comes around... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#808080&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;**END OF FLASHBACK**&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;*Camilla opens the door*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam! Come on in!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam walks in, and Camilla shuts the door behind her*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry to just show up unexpected... I needed to tell you something important...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam and Camilla sit down*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam looks at the text message from &amp;#39;Joe&amp;#39;*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I just think we&amp;#39;re falling apart... you know, our schedules are so tight and busy...&amp;quot; Sam said exactly quoting the text.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I know you call me everyday, but it&amp;#39;s not good enough...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla looks nervous*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not good enough to fool me, &amp;#39;Joe&amp;#39;!&amp;quot; Sam yelled, doing air quotations when she said &amp;#39;Joe&amp;#39;.&lt;br&gt;*Camilla starts to walk away*&lt;br&gt;*Sam stops her*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Do you think I&amp;#39;m really stupid enough to actually &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;THINK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that Joe would wanna break up with me?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;How did you find out it was me?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That isn&amp;#39;t important.. the &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;important&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; thing is.. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&amp;#39;re&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; jealous of &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Camilla is speechless*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I told him I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;hated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; him.. because I thought &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;HE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; broke up with me! Now I have to save my relationship with my best friend! TTYN, Talk To You &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam storms out of Camilla&amp;#39;s house*&lt;br&gt;*Camilla just stands there, dumfounded*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; didn&amp;#39;t work.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;**************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;So Much For My Happy Ending&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter Five: Part Two&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tonight, I Love You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Sam runs to Joe&amp;#39;s house and knocks on the door*&lt;br&gt;*Nick answers it*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam... Joe&amp;#39;s really-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I know... listen...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam starts talking really fast*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Camilla texted me one day pretending to be Joe breaking up with me, and then I called Joe to tell him not to talk to me and that I hated him, and then when I left Camilla&amp;#39;s house the other day I heard her laughing and looked in her window, and I heard her say that I would never know it was her texting me pretending to be Joe breaking up with her.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wow...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, I&amp;#39;m not done, yet...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe walks up behind Nick, but Sam doesn&amp;#39;t notice*&lt;br&gt;*Sam starts talking really fast again*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;And then just now, I went to her house and talked to her using the words she texted me, who I thought was Joe, and than I told her I knew, and I gave her what for, and told her she was jealous, then I ran all the way over here to tell Joe that I&amp;#39;m really sorry I told him I hated him and that I really&lt;i&gt;, &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; still love him.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Silence.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I&amp;#39;m done.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;****************&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Wow... some story.&amp;quot; Nick said.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t believe Camilla really never liked me, and she was just using me to get to Joe. Then she tries to get me hating him... what kind of person &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;does&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that? Personally, I don&amp;#39;t think Joe would wanna date her, because that&amp;#39;s mean, and really selfish. But, I&amp;#39;m not the one to judge.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re right... I wouldn&amp;#39;t.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What, Nick?&amp;quot; Sam asks.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t say anything.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam looks confused, then smiles*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Joe?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe walks out the door and stands in front of Sam*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, Sam...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Listen, I&amp;#39;m so sorry abo-&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe hugs Sam, and Sam hugs back*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t think for one &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that you hated me... well, I did when you yelled at me on the phone. But I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you don&amp;#39;t... because if you did, you wouldn&amp;#39;t have come here to apologize.&amp;quot; Joe whispers in Sam&amp;#39;s ear.&lt;br&gt;*Sam hugs Joe for a little while, then pulls away*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I apologize a lot, if you haven&amp;#39;t noticed.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe laughs a little*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, I know... but I forgive you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles at Joe*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Camilla on the other hand... I wouldn&amp;#39;t date her if she begged me to. I don&amp;#39;t like girls who want my girlfriend to hate me. That isn&amp;#39;t right.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam puts on a mad face*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I really don&amp;#39;t like her.&amp;quot; Sam says.&lt;br&gt;*Joe laughs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well, can ya blame me??&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hmmm... yes. You said you hated me.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; said you forgave me.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; said I can&amp;#39;t talk to you anymore.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Then &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;why&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; are you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Huh... I don&amp;#39;t... really know.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe moves closer to Sam, and hugs her waist and smiles at her*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What are &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; up to?&amp;quot; Sam asks, jokingly.&lt;br&gt;*Joe kisses her*&lt;br&gt;*Sam smiles and kisses back*&lt;br&gt;*Joe pulls away*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Do you still wanna be my girl?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam scoffs*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nah, I think I&amp;#39;ll let Camilla have you...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Joe pouts*&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...or, maybe I won&amp;#39;t. I think I&amp;#39;d miss you too much.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;*Sam hugs Joe, and they walk inside his house, and Joe shuts the door*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;**THE END**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Well, it&amp;#39;s not really the end. Hey guys, guess who&amp;#39;s back! I&amp;#39;m SO sorry I&amp;#39;ve been neglecting starting a new story! But I&amp;#39;ve figured out how to post videos on the page instead of links! (I am such an idiot xD) Tell everyone you know that used to read my stuff (or still does) that I&amp;#39;m writing another one! It&amp;#39;s a third sequel to my other two... :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;- SoccerChick874 :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Say what you feel.</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Say+what+you+feel.</link><author>cookie2009</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Say+what+you+feel.</guid><comments>Moved from: Jonas Brothers My Tightrope Game</comments><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:06:32 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Georgeous&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lovely&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you think?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Type your photo caption or credit here.&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Type your photo caption or credit here.&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Type your photo caption or credit here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Type your photo caption or credit here.&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Type your photo caption or credit here.&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-none&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Type your photo caption or credit here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>peace</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/peace</link><author>baileykins</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/peace</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 18:30:13 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt;Username:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Nick:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Kevin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Joe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>♥Blinded Love♥</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/%E2%99%A5Blinded+Love%E2%99%A5</link><author>PrincessMiley</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/%E2%99%A5Blinded+Love%E2%99%A5</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 18:51:28 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Trailer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Have you ever felt sadness, anger, loneliness, pain, betrayal, tears,lies, and drama happen in your life? Well I did and I have dealt with all this misery and pain for all my life. My name is Gabrielle Flores and this is the story of my life......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;Starring:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Gabrielle Flores&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;/i&gt; as Christan Smith&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gerald Collins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Camila Norris&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Olivia Brooks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;Guest Stars:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joe Jonas as Jayden Smith&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;in........................&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;B&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;l&lt;/font&gt;i&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;n&lt;/font&gt;d&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;d &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;o&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;v&lt;/font&gt;e&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It All Started With...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Hi I&amp;#39;m Gabrielle Flores. I live in Orlando,Florida. I&amp;#39;m now 16 years old and well I don&amp;#39;t really love my life. You&amp;#39;re probably wondering why right? Well Let me first tell you my past.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  When I was born, I had the most awesome parents you could ever ask for. They loved me, cared for me, just like any loving parents would do.My mom was a beautiful singer so whenever I went to bed, she would always sing me a song.How I would describe my mom is that she has chocolate brown curly hair with brown eyes that glistened every time she smiled,laugh. My dad was of course muscular and we would always go outside, he would always put me on his shoulders and run around, we would be laughing like we always do.How I would describe my dad would be black hair with coffee brown eyes.And he would always to me when I was down,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Remember to always smile for me and your mommy okay?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  When I was 5,my parents left to do some shopping, I got a phone call, THE phone call. I answered it,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Hello. May I ask who is calling?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Yes this is Saint Joseph&amp;#39;s Hospital. I am looking for Gabrielle Flores. &amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;And may I ask why?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Well we have news about her parents. Are you their daughter Gabrielle Flores?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Yes. What happened?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;You might want to come here quick.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  My heart grew with anticipation and dialed my Aunt Rose quickly.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Hello Gabby? What&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Mom...dad...something happened to them and we have to go to Saint Joseph&amp;#39;s Hospital!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;OK OK I&amp;#39;ll be there in 5 minutes.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Then we hung up.Five minutes later she came and we drove to Saint Joseph&amp;#39;s Hospital. We ran to the counter and asked,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;What number room is Jessica Flores and Christopher Flores?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Room 123.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Then we ran to the room. There I saw my mom and dad laying on separate beds with....with tubes around the. I looked at Aunt Rose and she looked like she was about to cry. I didn&amp;#39;t know what was going on, I mean I was only 5. I thought they were sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Aunt Rose? Why are mommy and daddy sleeping?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  She just stood there almost about to cry. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Um...Gabby...I don&amp;#39;t know.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  So we went in the room and say a doctor there.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Hello. You must be the sister of Jessica right?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Yes. Are they alright?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Um we don&amp;#39;t know yet. We are still running tests.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Tests? Mommy and daddy have to take a tests while they&amp;#39;re sleeping?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Um Gabby can you wait outside while I talk to this doctor please?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;OK.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Then I walked out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;With Aunt Rose&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry but I don&amp;#39;t think they&amp;#39;re going to make it.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;What? Are you sure you can&amp;#39;t do anything? Can&amp;#39;t you do something to save them?please???&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry we did all we could.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aunt Rose came out and said,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Gabby come in here.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  I walked into the room and saw my mom and dad awake.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Mommy!Daddy!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  I ran and hugged them&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Gabby. My little princess. Remember that we will always love you not matter what.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;And that we want you to always smile. Okay?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Okay?...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;And Gabby when you get home look under my bed. There&amp;#39;s something under there for you.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Then my mom&amp;#39;s and dad&amp;#39;s eyes closed...forever. Then I heard a loud beep. Doctor&amp;#39;s rushed in and my Aunt Rose began to cry. I didn&amp;#39;t know what was going on. After 2 days, my Aunt Rose stayed with me. I didn&amp;#39;t see my mom and dad during those days and began to ask,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Aunt Rose? Where&amp;#39;s mommy and daddy?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Mommy and daddy are in a happy place Gabby. They&amp;#39;re in a happy place.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s a happy place?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s where you don&amp;#39;t feel pain anymore...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Then she hugged me and began to cry. I hugged her back not knowing why she was crying. The next day, I had to dress up in a black silky clothing. I didn&amp;#39;t know like I always do and me and Aunt Rose drove to something she called a &amp;quot;family gathering&amp;quot;. There I was something that Aunt Rose led me to. There I saw my mom and dad in 2 different beds. But then Aunt Rose covered my eyes.It was a long family gathering and we had to leave to another place. There they closed my mom and dad in. I thought they were crazy because if they thought they were going to do that then their just crazy.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;What are you doing to my mommy and daddy?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Gabby...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Aunt Rose grabbed me and hold me while they lowered them into the soil. I started to cry.&amp;quot;No! Mommy! Daddy!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  They had already put the soil on, where they couldn&amp;#39;t hear me anymore. After that I wasn&amp;#39;t myself anymore. I was sad, miserable. My parents were gone. When I went to kindergarden, I didn&amp;#39;t make friends. They thought that I was something called a sad sack? I don&amp;#39;t know something like that...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  After a few years, I finally learned that my parents were dead. And even though I couldn&amp;#39;t bring the back, I would wish that they would. But during that year, Aunt Rose developed Cancer. She had it for six months and now she was going to leave me, just like my mom and dad did.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t worry Gabby I&amp;#39;ll be okay.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;Aunt Rose you can&amp;#39;t leave me. Please?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;I wish I could but God wants me with your mom and dad.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;But why can&amp;#39;t you stay with me? Why can&amp;#39;t God let you stay here with me?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry Gabby. But before I go, here.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  That&amp;#39;s when she gave me a wooden box with a flower design on the top. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &amp;quot;When you turn 16 open it...goodbye Gabby.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  When I heard the beep, I looked up and saw that she was gone. I cried and held her hand. Why Lord? Why did you have to leave me alone in this world?Why?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  After that I had to pack for the orphanage since I had no one else. My mom&amp;#39;s mom and dad died a day after I was born,my dad&amp;#39;s mom and dad died too.Aunt Rose didn&amp;#39;t have a husband because she wanted to concentrate on me. That was it, no one was there for me. No friends, no family, nothing!!!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  The orphanage was nice. I actually felt like I was a part of a family. But then someone adopted me. My evil step-mother and her two evil daughters Natalie and Celia worked me to the bone. I had to clean the whole house, do all the chores,everything! My step mother gave me the worst room ever but I guess it&amp;#39;s better than nothing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Chapter 2:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;That Boy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I was out the that prison,I cried but then I felt a tap and looked around to see a boy the same age as me(P.S I&amp;#39;m now 7 during this time). He asked,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey why are you crying?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No-none of your business.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well it is my business considering that I&amp;#39;m asking you a question.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I laughed a little.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;See there&amp;#39;s a beautiful smile.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I blushed. Wait a minute why am I blushing? I hardly even know him. &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Um thanks.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;After a few moments of silence,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m Christan.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Gabrielle, But you can call me Gabby.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay Gabby, why are you crying?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I sighed and let it all out. I told him everything about my mom,dad, my Aunt Rose, my family, everything. He listened and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well your parents don&amp;#39;t want you to cry. They want you to smile for them . So smile for them okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Those words reminded me of my dad but instead of crying, I smiled. I hugged him and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you Christan.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;...Your welcome.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Then he pulled away and said,&amp;quot;Well I got to go. Bye.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Bye.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;After that, me and Christan hanged out with each other all the time until we came to middle school.At the age 12,he became more popular. That&amp;#39;s when he stopped hanging out with me and started calling me a dweeb or nerd or loser etc. But at least I made a friend. Her name was Camilia Norris. She was the kindest,caring, understanding friend I could ever have. But the shocking news was that my ex-best friend was dating Olivia Brooks, the most popular girl in the school, best friends of Natalie and Celia, and soon to be called &amp;quot;Christan&amp;#39;s Girlfriend.&amp;quot; On the outside I was relieved, but on the inside I was sad.&lt;br&gt;Then there was a call from his mom.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Gabrielle?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yes?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is Christan there with you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No. Why?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s gone missing. Can you please help me?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t want to find him because he would probably make fun of me but I couldn&amp;#39;t say no to his mom. So i hesitated and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Um sure Mrs.Smith.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you so much Gabrielle. Call me when you find him.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Then I started searching for him, but I couldn&amp;#39;t find him anywhere. But then I remembered where we always hanged out. The secret tree house we built in the park. So that&amp;#39;s when I climbed up and saw him. &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Christan?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;He turned around and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;your mom was worried about you so she called me and asked me to look for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well I don&amp;#39;t want to be found.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well it looks like I already did.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Whatever dweeb.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;There he goes again.I rolled my eyes.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well then why did you come here then.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;None of your business.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Its is now.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No its isn&amp;#39;t.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Christan you&amp;#39;re making it hard to talk to you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well than that&amp;#39;s good.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why are you such a jerk? What happened to the Christan that was kind,sweet, and the one I LIKED!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Oh...my...gosh...I did not just say that.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well Guess What??I don&amp;#39;t like you You Sore Loser!! No one likes You. I just felt bored when I hanged out with you!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;My eyes started to tear up.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Gabby...I...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Save it! I should have never met you!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Then I climbed out and ran. I could hear Christan&amp;#39;s voice chasing after me. I didn&amp;#39;t pay attention to anything. That&amp;#39;s when I heard Christan yell,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;GABBY! LOOK OUT!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;BAM!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Chapter 3:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;Outta Here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;And just as life flashes before my eyes, it all turned black. Few hours later, I woke up in a white room. Then a man in a white coat came in and smiled.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hell Gabrielle.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Whose Gabrielle? Who am I? Where am I?And who are you?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Your Gabrielle. Gabrielle Flores. I&amp;#39;m Dr. Adam and right now your in a hospital right now.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Oh no,I thought. If that means he is going to call my step mother then I&amp;#39;m going to get beaten. That was the only thing I remembered...&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Gabrielle? Do you remember anything of your past?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;....I...I don&amp;#39;t know.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I thought this would have happened.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What would have happened?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You have lost your memory...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is...is that a good thing.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well you won&amp;#39;t remember anything of the past.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So I have to call your mother and inform her.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Oh no I am not going back to that prison. But instead I said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay...&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Okay I&amp;#39;ll be right back.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;When he left I quickly changed into my clothes,opened the window and climbed out of there. And besides my window was the first floor. Then I ran as fast as I could, but then I tripped and it fell black again.And again I woke up but in the cozy. There a girl,my age I think,came up to me in a smile and said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hi.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hi.Um where am I?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;My house duh! Anyways I&amp;#39;m Camilia Norris but you can call me Cammy.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nice to meet you. I&amp;#39;m Gabrielle Flores but you can call me Gabby.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Then my head started to hurt and heard tons of voices calling me Gabby. Who were they?&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Are you okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So we were about to move to Delaware but since it looks like you have no one else and u have have no home, do you want to come with us?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah but I can I walk outside for a bit?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sure but you should change first, you might catch a cold if you wear that.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ok.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;So she gave me a white hoodie that had the sign Aeropastale on it with purple cursive letters. And Purple skinny jeans to change into. Then I let my hair down. And you know the weird thing is I have the same hair as my mom but darker with black and brown mixed together...well that was off topic. So I went to my old house which seemed that my step mother threw out all my stuff out. So I took a pictures that looked like me but younger,all my clothes,a journal that had my first inital on it, a envelope that looked like it was for me, and this box that was engraved with my name on it. Then I walked back to my new family.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh hey Gabby! You&amp;#39;re back. And it looks like you went shopping.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh yeah was it okay?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Of course it is. So you should get packed for tomorrow we leaving.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well this is all I had left.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Ok then Cammy will give you one of her luggages. You know how much stuff she has for her stuff animals and clothes,etc.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;I laughed. I am starting to like this family. So the next day we left to Delaware, where I could start a new life,a fresh start from all this drama.&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;The Next Day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had to see how she was. My mom was calling me when I was sitting right beside Gabby. &amp;quot;Excuse me where&amp;#39;s Gabrielle Flores.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry sir but she&amp;#39;s gone missing.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Missing? How could they lose a girl who just got in an accident!!! &lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Missing? How could she have gone missing?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well when we got there, the window was opened.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Figures, she ran because her step mother would yell at her and beat her up...again. And I guess she didn&amp;#39;t want to see me after what I said to her. Gabby I hope I see you again, one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>JB Stuck In Your Head!</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/JB+Stuck+In+Your+Head%21</link><author>feLi_aLic</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/JB+Stuck+In+Your+Head%21</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 01:35:12 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;ok post on your page if you think the same!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;Sorry is stuck in my head,probly because I listen 2 it every moment of every dayWorld war 3, Paranoid, S.O.S, Burnin&amp;#39; up, Tonight, year 3000, Mandy, Fly with me, Time for me to fly, Can&amp;#39;t have you, Games, live 2 party, hold on, What I go to school for, play my music, When you look me in the eyes, Love bug, Love is on it&amp;#39;s way, hollywood, Still in &amp;lt;3 with you, pushin&amp;#39; me away, Keepin&amp;#39; it real, take a breath, hello goodbye, please be mine, shelf _________ just to name some of them ------------DJ.Danger&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;I got Keepin it real stuck in my head!!!!!!!!! and usually its like paranoid, or fly with me stuck in my head. lol I just simply love all of the JB songs even Nick&amp;#39;s solos and joe&amp;#39;s Gotta find you. These are the ones which are always stuck in my head. Don&amp;#39;t tell anyone, shelf, live 2 party, Burnin&amp;#39; up, Hold on, year 3000, what I go to school for, Mandy, s.o.s, Play my music, when you look me in the eyes, Time for me to fly, Iam what I am, Crazy kinda crush on you, 7:05, 6minutes, That&amp;#39;s just the way we roll, just friends, inseprable, pushing me away, australia, still in love with you, goodnight and goodbye, hollywood, dear god, a little bit longer, Iwanna be like you, you just don&amp;#39;t know it, shelf, BB good, take a breath, appreciate, Kids of the future, love bug and please be mineFrom:AmnaDon&amp;#39;t Blame Yahh...Their songs are AMAZINGGGG!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;xD I Love All Off There Songs I Cant Get Any Out My Head Even Nicks Solos Its Insane In A Good Way Lol I Was In History On Friday And I Just Started Singing The Chorus Of Each Song It Was Pretty Funny Lol I always get Year 3000, Burnin&amp;#39; up, Just Friends, S.O.S, Kids Of The Future, Tonight, and A Little Bit Longer stuck in my head. :-DWho wouldn&amp;#39;t blame ya guys? They are like toatally rock my whole world!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; l&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;ast week on the farewell party my friends throw me i was like totally not concentrating then i suddenly on the ice skating rink there in the centre singing out their songs they were like &amp;quot;wow she&amp;#39;s good&amp;quot; after i finished they clapped their hands,and that time i was blank and there were millions of ppl there. i asked my friend&amp;quot;what just happened?&amp;quot; she said u sang a whole ton of songs&amp;quot; then another of my friend said &amp;quot;yeah, The Jonas Brothers want&amp;quot; i was like going to faint. It was so funny back then... LOL!!!!! by Anonymous.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; :Pi&amp;#39;m usually in a good mood when the jonas brothers are stuck in my head. and i love it. it gives me something to smile about through out a rough day. i think the songs that i normally have stuck in my head are &amp;quot;fly with me&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;paranoid&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;when you look me in the eyes&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;hello beautiful&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;can&amp;#39;t have you&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sorry&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;shelf&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;poison ivy&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;6 minutes&amp;quot;, and &amp;quot;lovebug&amp;quot;. and not to mention that those are some the my favorite songs. even though all of their songs are my fav. :)) &amp;lt;3 -Kristen-I listen 2 their songs, like non-stop, and i can&amp;#39;t think of one song that isn&amp;#39;t stuck in my head!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#851ed4&quot;&gt;my favs are &amp;quot;Year 3000&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Kids of the future&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;When you look me in the eyes&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Tonight&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Can&amp;#39;t have you&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Hello Beautifull&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;A little bit longer&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;World war |||&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Paranoid&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Poison Ivy&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;Black Keys&amp;quot;. But come to think of it all of their songs are my favs:X:X:X:X.Dee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;:XThe older ones that get stuck are &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t Tell Anyone,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Year 3000,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What I Go To School For,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Mandy,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;6 Minutes,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Time For Me To Fly,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;When You Look Me In The Eyes,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Inseperable,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Just Friends,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Australia,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Take A Breath,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Goodnight and Goodbye,&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Hold On.&amp;quot; From ALBL and LV&amp;amp;TT, these are the songs I hum constantly... (even though it makes me cry...) &amp;quot;A Little Bit Longer,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Pushin&amp;#39; Me Away,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;BB Good,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Lovebug,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sorry,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Before The Storm,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Much Better,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Black Keys,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Paranoid...&amp;quot; OMJ, this is a long list! I &amp;lt;3 every JB song!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-- Nicholas4Ever!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;My favorite song from Nick&amp;#39;s solo album is &amp;quot;Appreciate&amp;quot; this song always makes me cry from both the lyrics and Nick&amp;#39;s vocals; favorite song from It&amp;#39;s About Time is &amp;quot;You Just Don&amp;#39;t Know It&amp;quot; that song just touches my heart, its amazing; favorite song from Jonas Brothers is &amp;quot;Still In Love With You&amp;quot; I love the chorus from that song; favorite song from A Little Bit Longer is &amp;quot;Can&amp;#39;t Have You&amp;quot; this song is very intense and i love Joe&amp;#39;s and Nick&amp;#39;s vocals, and my favorite song from Lines, Vines, and Trying Times is either &amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t Speak&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Black Keys&amp;quot; the lyrics of their songs get more and more intense and serious as they go along, keep it up guys and never stop! All of these songs that I just listed are always in my head &amp;lt;3 ~ jbrocks4me8&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;beLive or not..this is my first year i known Jonas Brothers..I Loveeeee aLL of Jonas Brothers songs...my favorite it&amp;#39;s Fly with me, A Little Bit Longer, StiLL in Love with You, S.O.S ( that is the first song i know), Love Bug ( the second song i know), Burnin&amp;#39; Up, World War III, Goodnight and Goodbye. I like their songs on JONAS ,too. Like Keep it Real, Live to Party,Scandinavia, Why, Love Sick, Give Love a Try,and all the Jonas Brothers songs... in my iPod the size of my Jonas Brothers songs is 200 Mega.. I always quotes from Jonas Brothers lyrics...that&amp;#39;s all...WeLL, i never see the Jonas Brothers concert because i&amp;#39;m in a place the Jonas Brothers never going..but I REALLY-REALLY want to see Jonas Brothers concert.... that&amp;#39;s aLL.... ~feLi_aLice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Love Is Blind</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Love+Is+Blind</link><author>holdmyhand</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Love+Is+Blind</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 18:07:39 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I strummed the chords of my guitar lightly, listening to the beautiful melody that I created. I hummed a tune to the song that I was writing. I strummed more loudly and actually began to sing the words to the song.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Maybe it&amp;rsquo;s not my weekend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;But it&amp;rsquo;s gonna be my year&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;And I&amp;rsquo;m so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;And this is my reaction&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;To everything I fear&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;lsquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Cuz been going crazy &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t wanna waste another minute here&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;rsquo;I&amp;rsquo;m so sick of watching?&amp;rsquo; Really, Meg, isn&amp;rsquo;t that like a kind of pun?&amp;rdquo; my loving and annoying older brother said to me from the doorway of my bedroom. I spun around quickly to face him. Donny was my brother, and my guardian. My mother had divorced&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;my father when I was seven years old, and my father died in a car crash five years after that. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I loved Donny, totally and completely loved him with all my heart. Right after my father died, Donny fought for custody of me. At the time, he was only 19, but he was so mature for his age. It was either I lived with Donny in his apartment or I went into the foster system, and I thank God everyday that the former was the one that had actually occurred. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;It was nearly six years later and I was still with Donny, but his girlfriend, Rebecca, moved in with us about a year ago. She was extremely nice and was more like an older sister to me than anything else. She had never ever treated me as Donny&amp;rsquo;s younger sister. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know that your audition is in an hour right? Is everything ready?&amp;rdquo; Donny asked me, his voice filling my entire room. Have you ever listened to someone&amp;rsquo;s voice in depth? They are so beautiful and unique that sometimes I just sit on the front stoop of the apartment building and listen to the voices of the people that pass by. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yea, Donald, I know that my audition is in an hour,&amp;rdquo; I said, mimicking his tone of voice perfectly. I could match people&amp;rsquo;s tone of voice perfectly, that was one of my talents. I put my guitar down on my bed next to me and stood up. I reached my hand out to Donny, waiting for him to grasp it. He sighed deeply and then pulled me over to him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon little sister, Becky said that she is not going to let you go without eating,&amp;rdquo; Donny said and then he swept me up into his arms. I let out a little cry of surprise and pounded my first on his chest. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Donny, put me down!&amp;rdquo; I screeched as he raced out of my room and down the hallway to the kitchen. In exactly 57 seconds, Donny was putting me into one of the chairs by the kitchen table. I liked to time things too because I always wanted to be very precise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, are you excited?&amp;rdquo; Becky asked as she placed a plate of food in front of me. The scents of grilled chicken and macaroni and cheese had filled the apartment and my stomach grumbled involuntarily. I picked up my fork and dug into the food.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Extremely excited,&amp;rdquo; I said in between bites of chicken. Donny laughed his low, almost tenor-like laugh. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know, I&amp;rsquo;m losing my sister to Hollywood Records,&amp;rdquo; Donny said dramatically. Now it was Becky&amp;rsquo;s turn to laugh. Her laugh was more a mezzo-soprano type laugh. Though, when she was drunk, she&amp;rsquo;s known to have an extremely high-pitched laugh. I stuck my tongue out at Donny and continued eating.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;They have to like me first, pee-brain,&amp;rdquo; I teased him lightly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course they are going to like you. They&amp;rsquo;d have to be stupid if they didn&amp;rsquo;t,&amp;rdquo; Becky commented from the other side of the kitchen. She turned on the water and I stopped for a minute to listen to the calming rhythm of the water hitting the inside of the sink. I gave out a sigh and pushed the half eaten plate away from me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Donny, finish that for me?&amp;rdquo; I whined, and he sighed deeply. This was something we did at every meal: I would eat at least half of the food and then I would beg Donny to finish it for me. That way we didn&amp;rsquo;t waste food. See most people would think that Donny would be obese because he would eat his food and then the rest of my food, but he works out every single day so all that was pretty much turned into muscle. I would know because he could crush me with his hugs.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are a pain in my ass,&amp;rdquo; he responded and I flashed him a smile. He shoved me gently and then laughed again. Becky shut off the water and then walked over to run her fingers through my hair. I took a few slow, deep breaths because I could feel the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach again. Today was the day that I auditioned for Hollywood Records and I was completely buzzed. I needed to take a few minutes to just sit down and calm myself down.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;45 Minutes Later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Donny&amp;rsquo;s Car&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I drummed my fingers on the dashboard, trying to calm my nerves. I had the radio on in an attempt to drown out my doubts and insecurities. I sang along softly to 3oh!3&amp;rsquo;s Don&amp;rsquo;t Trust Me. Finally, Donny gripped my hand with one of his.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;If you keep doing that, I am going to have to kill you,&amp;rdquo; he gently teased me. I pulled my hand back and brought my knees to my chest. Resting my head on my knees, I focused on the beat of the song.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;After what seemed like an eternity, Donny pulled into a parking space and the car jolted to a stop. Donny turned off the car and he and I sat in silence for a while. We were both excited and nervous at the same time. I wanted so badly to create an album. I loved singing, dancing, writing music, hell I liked performing period. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Donny rubbed my shoulder and then opened his door. It closed behind him with a soft click and then he walked over to my side of the car. As soon as the door opened, I heard the hustling and bustling of the Hollywood streets. Donny took my hand in his and helped me out. The car beeped softly, letting us know that it was locked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you ready?&amp;rdquo; he asked me, so low so that only I could hear it. I squared my shoulders and ran a hand through my wavy hair. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;As ready as I&amp;rsquo;ll ever be,&amp;rdquo; I said and then Donny tugged me along. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s now or never,&lt;/i&gt; I thought to myself.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I guess now would be as good as time as ever to introduce myself. I am Megan Andrews and I am 18 years old.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Oh&amp;hellip;and before I forget&amp;hellip;I&amp;rsquo;m blind. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Megan, how long have you been writing songs?&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean, the Hollywood Record executive, asked me. As soon as I had heard her voice, which sounded stiff and tired, I had decided that she was probably tall, plain-skinned, with a blonde bob and square glasses. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t born blind, so I&amp;rsquo;ve seen people before. I know colors, shapes, styles, all that junk, and the first thing I do when meeting someone new is I try and figure out what they&amp;rsquo;d look like. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well I wrote my first song technically when I was ten, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t really write any decent songs until like 13,&amp;rdquo; I explained. Mrs. Dean tapped her fingers on the clipboard she was holding. I could tell it was a clipboard because it makes a particular sound when you tap against it. I listened as she wrote something down on the paper.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can you play this for me? We had listened to the demo CD you sent in, but I just want to hear one live,&amp;rdquo; she said and I could practically hear the smile in her voice. I had to force myself not to roll my eyes. What they were really doing was checking to make sure that I was actually talented, and not that I had faked all the music and vocals. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;There was a lot of paper shuffling and then I felt Donny shift on the couch. I guess he reached out to grab the paper from her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Donny slid my acoustic guitar on to my lap. We had brought it with us because I had insisted on it. It had been a 16th birthday present from Donny and I loved it so much. I even named my guitar Dana, and I took it practically everywhere with me. It was the one constant in my life apparently and I had memorized the entire guitar with my fingers. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s Hey Jude,&amp;rdquo; Donny whispered to me and I allowed a small smile. I knew this song like the back of my hand. Mrs. Dean didn&amp;rsquo;t exactly know that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see and I was definitely not going to out right tell her. I just focused on the song.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hey Jude, don&amp;rsquo;t make it bad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Take a sad song, and make it better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Then you can start to make it better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hey Jude, don&amp;rsquo;t be afraid&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You were made to, go out and get her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The minute you let her under your skin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Then you begin to make it better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Donny squeezed my shoulder reassuringly as I continued.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;And anytime you feel the pain, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;hey Jude, refrain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t carry the world upon your shoulders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;For well you know that it&amp;rsquo;s a fool who plays it cool&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;By making his world a little bit colder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hey Jude, don&amp;rsquo;t let me down&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You have found her, now go and get her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Then you can start to make it better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;So let it out, and let it in, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hey Jude, begin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re waiting for someone to perform with&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;And don&amp;rsquo;t you know that it&amp;rsquo;s just you, hey Jude, you&amp;rsquo;ll do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The movement you need is on your shoulder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hey Jude, don&amp;rsquo;t make it bad&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Take a sad song, and make it better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Remember to let her under your skin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Then you begin to make it better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That was wonderful! Megan, you have an amazing voice,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said happily. I smiled and handed Donny my guitar. There was more rustling of papers and the couch shifted once more.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now, if you&amp;rsquo;ll just sign on that dotted line there, you&amp;rsquo;ll be all set. We would all be honored to help you complete your first album,&amp;rdquo; she said and I frowned slightly. I didn&amp;rsquo;t usually write things by hand because it was really hard to do. I remembered how to spell words and everything because I had learned all that while I could still see. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Donny cleared his throat uncomfortably and he placed a pen in my right hand.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Donny guided my hand over to where he had placed the contract on the table in front of us. I knew there was a table because I had accidentally bumped into it on my way over to the couch when we had first arrived. I felt around for the paper with my left hand and Donny positioned my pen for me. Slowly, yet confidently, I signed my name on the contract.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Mrs. Dean took a sharp breath when I picked up the paper and held it in her direction. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh my, well I didn&amp;rsquo;t realize that&amp;hellip;I mean you don&amp;rsquo;t act&amp;hellip;,&amp;rdquo; she stammered uncertainly. I blew out a sigh and shook the paper in my hand slightly impatiently. People had all sorts of different reactions to the fact that I was blind, and rarely any of them were good. Mrs. Dean took the papers from me and I sat back against the soft couch. I ran my hand unconsciously along the cushion, trying to guess the color simply from the texture of the fabric. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You didn&amp;rsquo;t realize she was blind,&amp;rdquo; Donny stated simply. There was a sharp edge to his voice so I slid my left hand over on the couch until it bumped into his leg. Donny picked up my hand in his and held it firmly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is that a problem?&amp;rdquo; I asked, almost hesitantly. The couch shifted again so I presumed that Donny had sat forward. Mrs. Dean cleared her throat.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, no, not at all. We&amp;rsquo;ll just, contact you tomorrow and give you all the details on your album, alright dear?&amp;rdquo; I could tell that she felt uncomfortable so I tugged Donny&amp;rsquo;s hand slightly. He stood up and I followed suit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was so nice to meet you, Mrs. Dean,&amp;rdquo; I said and then held out my right hand for her to shake. I waited until she had clasped my hand with hers and then gave it a brief shake. Donny pulled me along after him out the door. He was silent as we took the elevator and then walked the 49 steps to the car door. I counted to 78 before Donny and I were both in the car and he had pulled away from the curb.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Donny, you have to chill,&amp;rdquo; I said in an attempt to lighten the tension in the car. No such luck.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, you shoulda seen the way she looked at you when she realized you couldn&amp;rsquo;t see,&amp;rdquo; Donny said. I frowned because he knew full well that was impossible for me to do. I was going to crack a joke about it but from the tone of his voice I decided against it.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Donny, people are always going to react weirdly when they find out I&amp;rsquo;m blind. It&amp;rsquo;s a fact of life. It doesn&amp;rsquo;t bother me, so it shouldn&amp;rsquo;t bother you so much,&amp;rdquo; I said and then held out my left hand. Donny chuckled slightly and took my hand in his again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;When did I get such a mature little sister?&amp;rdquo; he remarked and I smiled because the tension had evaporated from the car. The universe was aligned again.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe Jonas POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ouch, Jane, that hurts,&amp;rdquo; I complained for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Jane rolled her eyes at me and continued to pull my hair anyway. Jane was my hairstylist and I had asked her to come over this morning so she could do my hair before I went to Hollywood Records. My brothers and I had a meeting with them today regarding a new CD and what not. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, will you hurry up. We&amp;rsquo;ve got to be there in twenty minutes,&amp;rdquo; my annoying older brother, Kevin called from his room across the hall. I scoffed and chose not to answer him. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to rush Jane and risk going outside looking less than perfect.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Ten minutes later, Jane announced she was done and practically shoved me out of the room. I fixed the collar on my shirt and then headed downstairs. The rest of my family was waiting for me by the front door.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, you are such a girl,&amp;rdquo; my younger brother, Nick said. I pushed on my Ray Bans and shrugged.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I gotta keep up my rep. I&amp;rsquo;m the hot one, remember?&amp;rdquo; I said only half kidding. Mom rolled her eyes at me and then motioned for all of us to move out. My brothers and I piled into one limo as Mom, Dad, and Frankie got into the other. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I looked at my reflection in the window as we pulled out. I ruffled my hair and adjusted my shirt one last time.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dude, really, don&amp;rsquo;t you ever get tired of looking at yourself?&amp;rdquo; Kevin said and shoved my playfully.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not really man,&amp;rdquo; I said and then grinned enormously. Kevin shook his head and Nick out right laughed in my face.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I repeat, you are a girl,&amp;rdquo; Nick said. I shoved him hard and then leaned back against the leather seating. My eyes slid shut and I dozed as we continued our drive to the meeting. I had gotten about two hours of sleep last night from the time Camille finally left to the time Big Rob dragged, and yes I mean dragged, me out of bed. I was trying to sneak in an extra couple of minutes of sleep when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I sighed and took out my IPhone. There was a text message from Camille waiting for me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Hey babe, where are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I sighed deeply because five hours earlier, she and I had an all out fight. Then half an hour later, we were having an all out make out session on my bed. That was the routine: we fought and then made up right afterwards.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing much. About to go into an interview. I&amp;rsquo;ll talk to you later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It took her less than a second to respond.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well fine then, whatever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I groaned because I knew she was pissed at me and I was going to get an ear full later. I tucked my phone away and tried to go back to sleep. A second later, the limo pulled into the parking lot. I pressed my eyes tighter fiercely as the limo came to a complete stop and my brothers began to move around.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;let&amp;rsquo;s go, Joe,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said and I gave on last sigh as I followed him out of the limo and over to the elevator. The three of us stepped in and pressed the button for the twentieth floor.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What is this meeting for anyway?&amp;rdquo; I grumbled. I hated early morning especially when I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what they were about. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Something about a duet with an up and coming star,&amp;rdquo; Nick said as he ran a nervous hand through his curls. I groaned loudly. I hated when the company made us do this in an attempt to gain the new star a rapid rise to fame. Most of the time, the &amp;ldquo;star&amp;rdquo; was a no talent wannabe who had their voices altered using a computer.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The elevator pinged at the 11th floor and the door slid open to reveal a stunning beauty. She had brown wavy hair that fell to the center of her back and deep brown eyes. She was petite and had very long legs. She was wearing blue skinny jeans, black high top converse and red and black Paramore t-shirt.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What floor?&amp;rdquo; Kevin asked politely and she smiled at him. I moved over as she walked in and brushed against me. A tall, muscular guy walked in right after her and took a place right beside her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;The twentieth, same as you three,&amp;rdquo; the guy responded before taking the girls left hand in his. His hand completely covered hers. My heart sunk a little as she patted his hand with her other one. Of course a girl that beautiful was already taken, by a huge beast of a man to say the least. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Kevin, by the way,&amp;rdquo; Kevin piped up. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Nick,&amp;rdquo; Nick said and then turned to me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;And I&amp;rsquo;m Joe,&amp;rdquo; I said softly. The girl smiled again and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Meg, and this is my brother, Donny,&amp;rdquo; she said. Her brother released her hand and turned to shake all of ours. Meg frowned slightly and waited until he took her hand again. Once he did, she smirked a little. I was a little taken aback by the fact that she didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to recognize us. The door finally pinged and they slid open. Donny stepped out first and tugged Meg after him. The rest of us piled out as the doors slid shut. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was so nice meeting you guys,&amp;rdquo; Meg said sweetly and gave us a little wave. We all waved back and they started off down the hallway. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Did anyone else notice that she didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to know who we are?&amp;rdquo; Nick said quietly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I kind of liked it,&amp;rdquo; Kevin laughed and I nodded a little. We went in our own direction and knocked on the first door to the right. It immediately swung open and Mrs. Dean, the Hollywood executive, ushered us in. Mom, Dad and Frankie were already seated around the table. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nice of you all to join us,&amp;rdquo; Phil, our manager, said. The three of us sat in three of the empty seats. I didn&amp;rsquo;t bother taking off my Ray Bans and just leaned back in the chair. Mrs. Dean cleared her throat and took her seat next to Phil. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, as we were telling your parents, we were wondering if you boys would be interested in doing a duet with one of the new artists.&amp;rdquo; What did I tell you? I smirked a little to myself.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She played for me when I interviewed her last week. I recorded it,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said as she pressed the play button on the tape recorder that she had in front of her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;What words can I use to describe the voice that came out of that tape recorder? I could start at amazing, but that wouldn&amp;rsquo;t even cover it. Stunning, beautiful and flawless didn&amp;rsquo;t really cover it either. All I know is that by the time the song was over, everyone in the room, besides Mrs. Dean and Phil, had their mouths hanging open in shock. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes,&amp;rdquo; Kevin stammered.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes,&amp;rdquo; I put in.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;A thousand times yes,&amp;rdquo; Nick replied. Mrs. Dean smiled and Phil nodded. Mom and Dad seemed to still be in shock. Phil got up and excused himself, disappearing through the door we had come in. Mrs. Dean sat back and crossed her legs.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;When do we get to meet her?&amp;rdquo; Mom finally asked. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Phil went to go get her right now,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said and I smiled widely. I hoped the girl was as beautiful as her voice was.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Could you tell us a little about her?&amp;rdquo; Dad said and Mrs. Dean&amp;rsquo;s smile faltered a little bit. I knit my eyebrows together.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s a really nice and modest young lady. She&amp;rsquo;s also very&amp;hellip;different from most people,&amp;rdquo; she said uncertainly. Nick and Kevin swapped confused looks. Before I could ask her anything else, there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Dean stood up as the door swung open.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Boys, I&amp;rsquo;d like you to meet Megan Andrews and her brother, Donald Andrews,&amp;rdquo; Phil said as he walked in and all three of our mouths fell open again because standing there was the girl and guy we had met on the elevator. Donny was still holding her hands and they both made their way over to the two empty seats across the table from us. Donny let Meg sit first and then took his place next to her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s so nice to meet you two,&amp;rdquo; Dad said as he extended his hand towards Meg. Donny nudged her slightly and she sat forward and shook his hand a bit awkwardly. Donny shook Dad&amp;rsquo;s hand next and then looked at his sister for a minute. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You have the most amazing voice,&amp;rdquo; Mom piped up and Meg smiled.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you so much. I was worried that you guys wouldn&amp;rsquo;t like my voice,&amp;rdquo; she said uncertainly and Nick smiled broadly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you kidding? It was fantastic! We&amp;rsquo;d love to record a song with you,&amp;rdquo; Nick said, and his voice rose an octave because he was getting excited. I could practically hear the wheels spinning in his head. Meg slid her arm over until it rested on Donny&amp;rsquo;s forearm. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So it&amp;rsquo;s final then? You guys are recording a song together?&amp;rdquo; Phil said and we all nodded in agreement. Mrs. Dean gave Meg and Donny a small smile. Donny nodded, keeping a straight face and reaching down to grab Meg&amp;rsquo;s hand. I watched her carefully as she took a slow deep breath. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;To be honest, I was actually pretty excited to be recording a song with this stunning girl, who happened to also have a genuinely kick ass voice. I smiled a little and tucked my hands behind my head. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Maybe this wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be as bad as I thought.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I knew that the guys Donny and I had met in the elevator sounded familiar, but at the time I couldn&amp;rsquo;t place their voices. I had been too nervous to even stop and take a second to think about it. I personally was into Paramore and 3oh!3, you know bands with a sort of edge and deeper meaning to the lyrics. That didn&amp;rsquo;t mean that I wasn&amp;rsquo;t extremely excited to be recording a song with the one and only, JONAS BROTHERS. I might not be the biggest JoBro fan, but I was sure as hell going to enjoy the next few weeks.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The very day after I met the guys, Donny was driving me back to the studio to do some brainstorming with the guys. I could tell that Donny was not at all happy about leaving me alone and with three guys nonetheless. I was a bit nervous about it myself because Donny had been my eyes since the day I became blind. I was constantly holding his hand so that I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t feel lost. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Like right now, Donny was holding my hand as he was driving. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;No one but Mrs. Dean and Phil knew that I was blind and I wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible. As far as I was concerned, I could do nearly everything for myself so why did anyone ever have to know that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see. I listened carefully as the car came to a stop and Donny killed the engine.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Be careful Megs, alright? Call me when you&amp;rsquo;re done,&amp;rdquo; he said gently and then he reluctantly released my hand. I gave him a small smile and opened my door, stepping out completely alone. I had taken careful count of the number of steps that it took to get me from the car to the front desk, where Mrs. Dean said she would be waiting for me. 63 steps. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I pushed open the door on the 37th step. When I finally reached the front desk, I took a minute to run my fingers over the desk as inconspicuously as possible. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg! so good to see you!&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said as she looped her arm around mine. I smiled widely. She had really begun to grow on me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Today is about getting to know the guys and brainstorming music ideas,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said in her chipper and excited voice. We stopped abruptly and Mrs. Dean turned me slightly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, there is a couch about twenty steps in where no one is sitting. Nick and Kevin are on chairs at the opposite side of the room and Joe is sitting in the center of the room with his guitar,&amp;rdquo; she said, dropping her voice to just above a whisper. I nodded and went through all the information again in my head. I gave Mrs. Dean a nod, put on a smile, and pushed open the door.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey guys,&amp;rdquo; I said and I was greeted by all three of them. As Mrs. Dean had said, the couch was 21 steps from the door. I slid on it, hoping I looked casual and coordinated. I listened for a few minutes to the sounds of guys playing.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Meg, tell us a little about yourself,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said from the other side of the room. I took a small breath and ran my fingers through my hair.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Um&amp;hellip;well I&amp;rsquo;m 18 and I live with my brother, Donny and his girlfriend, Rebecca. I love singing&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I said lamely. Well what else were they expecting? It wasn&amp;rsquo;t as if I was going to give them my whole life story. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where are your parents?&amp;rdquo;&amp;rsquo; nick asked and then I heard his soft footsteps as he walked to the far corner of the room.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;My parents got divorced when I was seven, and Donny and I lived with my dad. Five, years later, dad died in a car crash. So it&amp;rsquo;s been me and Donny ever since,&amp;rdquo; I said giving them the basic, abridged version of events. Joe stopped strumming his guitar and I knew all three of them were giving me sympathetic looks so I dismissed them with a wave of my and.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m so sorry-&amp;ldquo; Joe began, but I held up my hand to stop him. I didn&amp;rsquo;t need anyone&amp;rsquo;s pity for anything of the crap that has happened in my life. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can we just, get on with the song,&amp;rdquo; I said. I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to talk about myself anymore. I heard a creak and then a long sigh, and I knew that the guys were finally ready to talk music. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, what kind of songs do you write?&amp;rdquo; Joe said his voice a little closer this time. I had to stop myself from flinching instinctively. I didn&amp;rsquo;t really like being physically close to anyone unless I was either with Donny or dancing. You can&amp;rsquo;t really dance without brushing against someone one way or another. Any physical contact, other than dancing, was a bit too intimate for me. I shifted in my seat a little and brought my legs up on the couch.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll play you the one I&amp;rsquo;ve been working on,&amp;rdquo; I said and then held out my hand to Joe. A few seconds later, the familiar feel of the guitar&amp;rsquo;s neck connected with my outstretched hand. I took firm hold and pull the guitar into my lap.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I strummed a few chords to try and get used to the foreign guitar before I plunged into the song that I had been writing the day of the auditions. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t completely finished it yet and it was still a little sketchy in some parts, but overall it was a pretty decent song. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You wrote that?&amp;rdquo; Nick asked when I finished. I gave a short nod in response.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That was really great. Do you think we could use that one?&amp;rdquo; Kevin said and his voice moved closer to me too. I was willing to bet that the guys were now all on the floor in front of me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I guess. I mean, if you want to&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I said hesitantly. It was a bit weird to have someone want to sing a song that I had actually written. Someone started strumming a bass guitar along to the beat of my song. I counted a rhythm in my head and then joined in on my guitar. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t realize how great the song sounded until just then. I smiled to myself and I stopped playing. I let out a breath that I didn&amp;rsquo;t know I&amp;rsquo;d been holding and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. It was a nervous habit of mine. The couch shifted underneath me and I felt the heat of another body next to me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s a really amazing song, Meg,&amp;rdquo; Joe said next to me. I just nodded a little. I suddenly had the urge to hold someone&amp;rsquo;s hand, particularly Donny&amp;rsquo;s, that way I didn&amp;rsquo;t feel so completely lost. This was going to be one extremely long day. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Five Hours Later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can we get something to eat, I am starving,&amp;rdquo; Meg said as she flopped down on the couch. Her voice was a little hoarse because the four of us had been running vocals and playing all different kinds of instruments since we got here. Meg&amp;rsquo;s voice was amazing and pure, yet there was something else to it. It was as if she poured her soul into every thing that she sang, and that just made her sound that much better. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you like burgers?&amp;rdquo; Kevin asked as he picked up the phone in the studio.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hellz yea. Could you get me warm tea too? My throat&amp;rsquo;s a little sore,&amp;rdquo; she mumbled into the cushions. I smiled a little to myself. I loved when girls ate something besides salad. I found it really attractive.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keep it in your pants man. You have a girlfriend, &lt;/i&gt;one part of my brain said to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah a girlfriend who hates my family, has an attitude problem and is way too territorial,&lt;/i&gt; a bigger, louder part of my brain shouted. I wanted to listen to this part of my brain so badly, but even thinking about it made me feel a little guilty. I sank on to the couch next to Meg and pulled her feet on my lap.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;It was a friendly enough gesture and simply because I just wanted to make her comfortable. She was lying on her stomach so from this angle I got a really good look at her backside in the black leggings she was wearing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, can you please stop staring at my ass?&amp;rdquo; Meg said into the pillow and Nick roared with laughter. I turned my head away, a little embarrassed. How had she even known that? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Kevin called downstairs and told them what to send to us for lunch. None of us really felt like going anywhere in case we got a sudden epiphany about the song. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg groaned into the pillow and then turned her head towards the inside of the couch. I watched her silently as she ran her left hand over the fabric there and hummed to herself quietly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I leaned forward and picked Meg&amp;rsquo;s phone off of the table where she had set it down about two hours ago. She must have felt me move because she turned in my direction and stared at me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, what are you doing?&amp;rdquo; Meg asked me softly, a small smile playing on her perfect lips.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What does it look like I&amp;rsquo;m doing? I&amp;rsquo;m putting our numbers into your phone.&amp;rdquo; No sooner than the words had left my mouth that Meg frowned and a crease formed in the middle of her forehead. I had to physically stop myself from reaching out and smoothing that crease with my fingertips. That sent the two sides of my mind into battle with each other.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joe, you&amp;rsquo;ve fallen for another beauty. She&amp;rsquo;s probably just as shallow as every other female artist you&amp;rsquo;ve dated,&lt;/i&gt; the rational side of my brain told me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will you shut up and leave him alone. The girl is gorgeous, talented, and amazingly nice. Of course he&amp;rsquo;s going to fall for her,&lt;/i&gt; the other and better side of my brain told me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg was lying flat on her back now and her eyes were roaming the ceiling. She laid her arm over her forehead and hummed a quiet tune. Soon, I actually began to understand what song she was singing, and smiled a little to myself. It was That&amp;rsquo;s Just The Way We Roll, one of our songs.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know you were a fan,&amp;rdquo; Nick said as he propped his legs on the table. Meg laughed a little before answering.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, in all honesty, I&amp;rsquo;m not a huge fan, but I do like that song a lot,&amp;rdquo; she said. She went back to humming the song. Other than the sound of her humming, we all sat in silence too tired really to even try and make conversation with one another.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I rested my hand on her knee and smiled a little when she didn&amp;rsquo;t push me off. Nick rolled his eyes at me so I flipped him off. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;There was a soft knock at the door and Mrs. Dean stepped in, pushing a cart full of food. The smell of hamburgers made my stomach begin to growl loudly. Mrs. Dean parked the cart by the wall. I gently picked up Meg&amp;rsquo;s legs so I could go get food. Meg let out a soft groan. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sit there, I&amp;rsquo;ll get your food,&amp;rdquo; I called to her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, I think I love you right now,&amp;rdquo; she mumbled as Mrs. Dean sat in the available swivel chair.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So how&amp;rsquo;s the brainstorming going?&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Amazing, we already have the song and the basic melody,&amp;rdquo; Nick said in between bites of hamburger.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ketchup or mustard?&amp;rdquo; I called to Meg, who had finally sat up.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;The works,&amp;rdquo; she said simply as she ran her fingers through her slightly messy hair. It was sticking up a little on the side but I don&amp;rsquo;t think she noticed or cared.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I picked up the burgers and her thermos full of lemon tea and went over to sit by her. Meg held out her hands so I put a burger in one and the thermos in the other.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You guys seem to be making excellent progress,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said as her eyes ran over Meg quickly, though Meg didn&amp;rsquo;t notice at all. She was too busy eating her burger.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What time is it,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said. I picked up my phone from the table and unlocked it. There was a message from Camille which I ignored.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;4:47,&amp;rdquo; I said before setting the phone back on the table. I would talk to Cam later, much, much later.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Could we maybe call it a day?&amp;rdquo; Meg asked after a long swing of tea. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s fine with me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t expect you all to get so much done in one day,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said. The guys and I just nodded in agreement. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Maybe we could do something together?&amp;rdquo; I asked hopefully and looked at Meg. She had stopped chewing and was staring into her lap.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Um&amp;hellip;no sorry. I have to make dinner tonight. It&amp;rsquo;s my turn,&amp;rdquo; she said a little lamely. There was something else going on here, but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t think what it could be.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg ate the rest of her burger in total silence. Mrs. Dean was glancing at her every five seconds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, I should get back before Phil starts to wonder where I am,&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Dean said pushing herself off of the chair and then straightened out her skirt. She walked over and rested her hand briefly on Meg&amp;rsquo;s shoulder before walking out. Meg let out a long breath of air.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Has anyone seen my phone&amp;rdquo; Meg said suddenly and began looking in the sofa cushions. I went to help her when I spotted it on the table. I smiled to myself and picked it up.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was right here, calm down,&amp;rdquo; I said as I put it on her lap. Meg picked it up and turned it over in her hands.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Geez, you&amp;rsquo;re a blind bat. It was right in front of your face the whole time,&amp;rdquo; Nick joked and Meg frowned deeply. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess it&amp;rsquo;s too early in this friendship to be teasing her,&lt;/i&gt; I thought to myself. Meg dialed a number and put the phone to her ear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Donny, can you come and get me. No, everything&amp;rsquo;s fine &amp;ndash; okay &amp;ndash; right where you dropped me off this morning. Thanks Donny. love you,&amp;rdquo; meg said as I sat listening to her intently. She fanned herself and then stood up, tucking her phone into her back pocket. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright guys, I&amp;rsquo;m heading out,&amp;rdquo; Meg said. My heart dropped a little.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you guys mind walking me downstairs?&amp;rdquo; she asked quietly, almost like she was afraid that we&amp;rsquo;d say no.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course, Meg,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said, all smiles. I stood up next to her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe&amp;mdash;No, Nick. Come here please,&amp;rdquo; Meg said. Nick bounced over to her in a heartbeat. She looped her arm around his before they began walking towards the door. Nick threw me a sly smile but I had no other choice but to follow them out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not that I&amp;rsquo;m complaining at all, but why are you holding on to my arm?&amp;rdquo; Nick said as Kevin pressed the button for the elevator.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I just wanted to walk out of here with a super hot guy,&amp;rdquo; Meg said and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why didn&amp;rsquo;t you ask me?&amp;rdquo; I said, a little bit offended. After all, I was the hot one. Meg spun her head around to look at me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because, Joe, you were so checking out my butt back there and you had your hands all over me. I figured Nick should get a turn,&amp;rdquo; she said and then stuck her tongue out at me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;We all walked into the elevator and I shot Meg a surprised look. Kevin roared with laughter. Nick clung onto her arm and at that point I realized that I wasn&amp;rsquo;t the only one that noticed how gorgeous she was.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, shut your mouth.,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said which brought me out of my dazed stupor.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The elevator pinged on the 18th floor and the doors slid open, revealing a very pissed off Camille. I swallowed nervously as she stepped inside. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, where have you been?! I&amp;rsquo;ve been calling you for two hours and I&amp;rsquo;ve crawled through this whole building looking for you,&amp;rdquo; she said on the verge of hysterics, which meant she&amp;rsquo;d break down crying or start screaming. Nick rolled his eyes at the back of Cam&amp;rsquo;s head. Neither one of my brothers seemed to like her very much.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Cam, I told you that my brothers and I were working on a duet with Meg all day today,&amp;rdquo; I tried explaining calmly. Cam turned and faced Meg, as if she was just noticing her presence. Meg smiled brightly and extended her right hand to Cam.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi, I&amp;rsquo;m Megan Andrews,&amp;rdquo; Meg said, oblivious to the tension in the elevator and the death glare that she was getting from Cam. Cam shook her hand with two fingers and then wrinkled her nose in obvious disgust.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, so you&amp;rsquo;re the new face of Hollywood Records,&amp;rdquo; Cam said before tilting her head and examining Meg. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You must have an amazing voice because they obviously didn&amp;rsquo;t pick you for your looks,&amp;rdquo; Cam remarked casually as the doors slid open on the first floor. Meg&amp;rsquo;s smile faltered and Nick slung his arm around her waist protectively. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll meet you at my place in one hour,&amp;rdquo; cam told me. She gave me a kiss that was longer and fiercer than one she should have used in public. She waved at the guys one last time before heading out of the building.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I turned and saw Nick shoot daggers at Cam with his eyes and Kevin gave Meg a sympathetic look. Meg was tugging at her shirt and fixing her hair. I could tell that what Cam said had gotten to her a bit.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t listen to her, Meg, you&amp;rsquo;re gorgeous,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said, always being the good guy. Meg smiled a little as Nick steered her to the front doors.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, there&amp;rsquo;s Donny,&amp;rdquo; I said, pointing out the glass doors. Donny was leaning against his cars and had his eyes focused on the building. Meg smiled widely and turned to us.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks guys. It was really great hanging with you today,&amp;rdquo; she said as nick scooped her up in a hug. Kevin hugged her too, and then she held her arms out to me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. it was a harmless, friendly hug. Meg&amp;rsquo;s hair smelled like strawberries, and I swear, I began to love strawberries right then and there.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll see you guys tomorrow,&amp;rdquo; Meg said. She pushed open the large glass doors.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t forget to text us,&amp;rdquo; Nick called after her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Donny!&amp;rdquo; Meg screamed as she broke into a sprint for him. Donny smiled and caught her in his arms when she launched herself at him. He hugged her and swung her around as if he hadn&amp;rsquo;t seen her in years.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;When he put her down, he helped her into the car before going over to the driver&amp;rsquo;s seat. I watched in silent amazement at their love and affection as they pulled away from the curb. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s amazing,&amp;rdquo; Kevin breathed.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s gorgeous,&amp;rdquo; nick said. I looked at both of my brothers and realized that they were under Meg&amp;rsquo;s spell too. I had some competition.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No you don&amp;rsquo;t. You have a girlfriend&lt;/i&gt;, my conscience whispered to me. I frowned a little because I knew it was right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We got to go,&amp;rdquo; I said,. The sound of my voice brought my brothers back to reality. Together we walked out of the back door. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Two hours later: The kitchen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What am I going to do, Becky,&amp;rdquo; I practically screamed as I stormed into the kitchen. I knew our apartment well enough by now that I knew where everything was. I didn&amp;rsquo;t even need to count my steps as I plopped myself down at one of the stools by the island.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The sound of chopping stopped and I listened to the soft click of metal against marble as Becky set down the knife.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What happened, honey,&amp;rdquo; Becky asked me. She walked over to me, barely making a sound, and rested her hand on my shoulder.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe gave me his number, well and His brothers&amp;rsquo; numbers too&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I said. Becky chuckled beside me so I suppose she sat down. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;this is a problem. You have the numbers of three cute and talented guys. What will you do?&amp;rdquo; Becky said sarcastically. I shoved her lightly. When she put it like that, t did sound ridiculous.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;And one of them just texted me,&amp;rdquo; I said, giving her the crucial point to my whole speech. I held out my phone to her and placed it in her hands. That was the problem: you know, him TEXTING me and me being blind.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s from Joe and it says &amp;lsquo;Are you actually making dinner or did you just not want to go out with us?&amp;rsquo;&amp;rdquo; Becky read aloud. I put my chin in my hand and smiled.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What does that mean?&amp;rdquo; Becky asked. I sighed deeply.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well he&amp;hellip;they asked me if I wanted to hang out with them and I told them I couldn&amp;rsquo;t because it was my turn to make dinner,&amp;rdquo; I explained.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So you turned them down. Can I ask why?&amp;rdquo; Becky asked curiously. I thought of a quick excuse.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I hate new places.&amp;rdquo; Becky laughed, the sound vibrating through the air.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, you love new places because it&amp;rsquo;s like an adventure for you. You told me yourself that it was one of the perks of being blind. So why did you really turn them down?&amp;rdquo; Sometimes I hated the fact that she knows me so well.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was too nervous,&amp;rdquo; I said quietly. Becky was silent for a while, as if she was carefully weighing my words. She knew I wasn&amp;rsquo;t one to get nervous over trivial things like this, so she was looking for a deeper meaning. Finally, Becky sighed and the table shifter slightly towards her. She was probably leaning on the table now.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, here is what we are going to do. You are going to tell me what to write, I&amp;rsquo;ll write it and read you whatever he says back. In the mean time, you&amp;rsquo;ll finish dinner. This way you weren&amp;rsquo;t completely lying to the Jonas,&amp;rdquo; Becky told me. I allowed myself a small smile, before pushing back the chair and walking over to the counter. I felt along it carefully until I brushed against the knife. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;finish cutting that carrot and then put it in the pot directly to your left,&amp;rdquo; Becky instructed. I nodded and grabbed a firm hold of the handle of the knife and began methodically cutting the carrots, which was actually a lot easier than it sounded.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tell Joe that I really had to cook dinner,&amp;rdquo; I said as I slowly slid the carrots into the pot. I listened to the soft clicking of the keys as Becky wrote message.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright now add the broth. It&amp;rsquo;s to the right of where you are,&amp;rdquo; she said. I slowly placed the knife as far from me as possible and then ran my hand along the counter until it touched the box of broth.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;As I poured the broth in, Toxic by Britney Spears filled the kitchen. I waited patiently for Becky to open the message.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;rsquo;Oh so is that what you&amp;rsquo;re doing right now? Are you sure that&amp;rsquo;s the only reason you didn&amp;rsquo;t go?&amp;rsquo;&amp;rdquo; Becky read to me. I tucked a piece of air behind my ears.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just say yes to both,&amp;rdquo; I said and that was the routine: Becky gave me cooking directions, read me the text, then I&amp;rsquo;d respond to it and she&amp;rsquo;d type it for me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;When I was finally finished with dinner, I plopped down on the stool again and wiped back my moist bangs. Cooking was a really sweaty job. I had managed to successfully make vegetable soup, and I also had a two hour long conversation with Joe through texts. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&amp;rsquo;Can I call you in like ten minutes? My girlfriend is complaining that I&amp;rsquo;m not giving her any attention&amp;rsquo;&amp;rdquo; Becky read out. I banged my head against the marble island.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sure&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I groaned and listened to the soft clicking of the keys.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He has a girlfriend?&amp;rdquo; Becky asked after she had set my phone down on the table with a soft thud. I picked my head up slowly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yea, Camille Belle,&amp;rdquo; I said with disgust. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh oh, what happened?&amp;rdquo; Becky asked. I took a slow breath and recounted my brief interaction with Ms. Belle. When I finished, Becky scoffed loudly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh please, do not listen to her. Meg, you are so gorgeous. You wouldn&amp;rsquo;t believe the looks that guys give you when you go out,&amp;rdquo; Becky said with a serious tone in her voice. I reached up a hand and touched my face. I used my fingertips to try and make out what I looked like. I tried to picture myself as pretty as Becky and the Jonas told me I was, but my fingers kept finding imperfections on my face. I slammed my hands down on the table in frustration. This was one of those times that being blind absolutely sucked to the highest degree. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Let It Rock blasted in the kitchen and I knew that I was getting a phone call. Becky put the phone in my hands gently, because we both already knew who it was. I pressed a button and put the phone up to my ear. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey,&amp;rdquo; I said unsteadily. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Meg, it&amp;rsquo;s Joe,&amp;rdquo; he said as though it wasn&amp;rsquo;t totally obvious. I involuntarily rolled my eyes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was calling to ask if you wanted to come hang at our house tomorrow after we are finished at the studio,&amp;rdquo; Joe asked me smoothly. My heat began to speed up and I could practically hear it beating in my ears. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Say yes!&amp;rdquo; Becky hissed quietly. She had obviously been listening in.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mom&amp;rsquo;s making lasagna!&amp;rdquo; Nick called from the other end. I drummed my fingers on the table trying to decide. I did love lasagna&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please Meg?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked quietly. I clenched my fist and nodded, even though he couldn&amp;rsquo;t see me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yea, that sounds great,&amp;rdquo; I said finally. Joe let out a long breath.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Great, so we&amp;rsquo;ll take you right after studio time. So I&amp;rsquo;ll see you tomorrow okay?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked quickly. He actually sounded excited so I smiled a little.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright Joe, bye,&amp;rdquo; I said and waited until I hear the click that meant he had hung up. I set the phone down on the table a groaned. Tomorrow was going to be horrible. I mean I was excited because I was getting to go to a new place, but I was oddly nervous about it. Going to their house meant meeting their parents, and I was suddenly afraid.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We need to get you an outfit for tomorrow,&amp;rdquo; Becky said, breaking the silence in the room. I picked my head up and looked at her. Then, before I could say anything, we both began laughing uncontrollably. Of course that was what Becky was thinking about. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, knowing Becky, you&amp;rsquo;ll look great,&lt;/i&gt; I said as I tried to reassure myself, but a tightening in my chest let me know that it wasn&amp;rsquo;t working.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Next Day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure that I don&amp;rsquo;t look ridiculous?&amp;rdquo; I asked as I felt along the bottom of the skirt I was wearing. It was ruffled and came down to a little bit more than my mid-thigh. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You definitely do not look ridiculous,&amp;rdquo; Becky said as she fixed my hair. I had let Becky dress me for today, and now I was kind of regretting it. Only she would insist that I wear a skirt.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What am I wearing?&amp;rdquo; I asked, genuinely curious. I mean, I could feel all the fabrics and what not, but it would be nice to know the colors and if they actually looked&amp;hellip;oh I don&amp;rsquo;t know, nice on me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, you have a white tank top with a red tank top layered on top, a ruffled black skirt that shows off your amazing legs, and your knee high black and red checkered converse. You look stunning,&amp;rdquo; Becky said as she finished lacing up my sneakers. I ran a hand over my smooth thighs, which Becky had made me get waxed today. I swear that girl was going to the death of me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, are you &amp;hellip;. oh hell no,&amp;rdquo; Donny said as he walked into my room. Becky stopped fiddling with my skirt, and then it got really quiet.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are definitely not wearing that out of this apartment. Are you crazy?&amp;rdquo; Donny said sternly, but I could hear that he was joking just a tiny bit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s staying with the Jonases after rehearsal today and she looks nice,&amp;rdquo; Becky insisted and I listened as she walked over to him.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well she could look nice in sweatpants and a long sleeved sweatshirt&amp;hellip;with a hood,&amp;rdquo; Donny laughed. Donny let out an &amp;ldquo;oof&amp;rdquo; and I imagined that Becky had hit him on his chest. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s going to wear this and you&amp;rsquo;re just going to drive her over to the studio and shut up about it. Besides, she&amp;rsquo;s wearing shorts underneath,&amp;rdquo; Becky said strictly. I stifled a laugh. Becky was slightly scary when she was like this. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fine, but I want to know if any of those boys hit on you. I will crush them,&amp;rdquo; Donny stated and I just rolled my eyes. I was positive that I didn&amp;rsquo;t look that good. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;However, half an hour later when I walked into the recording studio, all I got was this.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;My&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;God.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Alright, so it&amp;rsquo;s possible that I did look that good. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear nervously. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t used to getting so much attention. I sat down on the couch carefully.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I thought I should wear something nice to go hang with you guys,&amp;rdquo; I said uncertainly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You look great,&amp;rdquo; Nick breathed out. One of them walked over and sat down next to me. My money was on Joe.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You really do, Meg,&amp;rdquo; Joe said softly to me. What did I say? I&amp;rsquo;m practically a psychic. I shifted slightly in my seat and rubbed my hand against my exposed thigh. I would probably be more embarrassed with this minimal amount of clothing if I actually saw what I looked like, but that was another perk of being blind. I didn&amp;rsquo;t need to worry about trying hard to look good. I just kind of showed up places just looking like me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Alright, are you guys done looking at me so that we can get down to business?&amp;rdquo; I said and I could feel a blush rise in my cheeks. I was hoping that the guys wouldn&amp;rsquo;t notice. No such luck.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aw, look she&amp;rsquo;s blushing!&amp;rdquo; Nick cried and all the guys erupted into laughs. I swatted Joe, because he was the closest one. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Damn Meg, that really hurt,&amp;rdquo; Joe whined. I just stuck my tongue out at him and took a couple of pieces of paper out of my bag. I unfolded them to reveal the guitar notes that I had written out for the song yesterday.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now&amp;hellip;I had the best idea for the song&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;So five hours later, all four of us sat crammed on to the couch, completely wiped out. I had my head resting against Joe&amp;rsquo;s shoulder and my leg brushing against &amp;hellip; Nick. Well, I was pretty sure it was Nick. The guy ran a finger up my sneaker and onto my exposed skin. Oh yeah, it was definitely Nick. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Someone&amp;rsquo;s phone started ringing loudly, blasting music loudly to fill the room. I groaned and covered my ears, trying to block out the noise.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Make it stop,&amp;rdquo; I whined and I was grateful when it did. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Mom,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said into the phone. I sighed in relief and fixed the position of my head on Joe&amp;rsquo;s shoulder. Joe casually twirled a piece of my hair in his fingers, and the action all most made me want to fall asleep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We have to get going guys,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said, startling me from my half-asleep state. I sighed deeply and sat up, carefully straightening out my skirt as I did. I turned to the guys with a kind of half-smile.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So who&amp;rsquo;s going to escort me out of the building today?&amp;rdquo; I said. The couch creaked slightly as all three guys shot up out of their seats. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I will,&amp;rdquo; they said together. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and thought for a second.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well Nick got to escort me yesterday, and Joe, you have a girlfriend so that leaves&amp;hellip;Kevin!&amp;rdquo; I said. Kevin wrapped my arm around his and led me towards what I hoped was the door. Nick let out a disappointed sigh, and I listened as someone ran up to me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why couldn&amp;rsquo;t I do it?&amp;rdquo; Joe whined into my ear. I laughed slightly as the elevator dinged on our floor and we stepped inside. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because Joe, you have a girlfriend who apparently hat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;es me. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure Danielle would understand that Kevin and I are just friends,&amp;rdquo; I said simply. Danielle was Kevin&amp;rsquo;s girlfriend, and I&amp;rsquo;d never actually met her but I was positive that she was way nicer than Camille.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I counted the seconds softly until the elevator pinged on the lobby floor, exactly 37 seconds, and then seven seconds after I heard the doors slid open. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Kevin was leading me away from all the commotion in the front lobby, which meant that the guys had opted to take the back way out of the studio. After a long day at the studio, it&amp;rsquo;s understandable that they guys didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be mobbed by their fans. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Someone opened a door and a cool breeze blew threw my hair. I heard the sound of a car engine nearby. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Big Rob,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said from next to me and he released my arm. I halted abruptly and someone bumped into me from behind. I stumbled forward and someone else grabbed my arm to keep me from falling forward. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry,&amp;rdquo; Nick said from behind me. That meant Joe had stopped me from falling.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s alright, I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have stopped so suddenly. Thanks Joe,&amp;rdquo; I said as I turned to him. He laughed deeply and guided me over to the car. I knew this because the engine sound got louder and louder. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, meet Big Rob, our security guard,&amp;rdquo; Joe said from next to me. I stuck out my right hand for him to shake, so I was completely unprepared for the size of the arms that engulfed me in a hug. They were huge, and bulky, and I was pretty sure that he could have snapped me in two.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nice to meet you. The guys have been talking about you nonstop,&amp;rdquo; Big Rob said as he finally released me from his death grip. I rocked back on my heels and smiled. I liked Big Rob&amp;rsquo;s voice. There was something safe and secure about it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Finally we all piled into the car, and I ended up getting stuck between Joe and Nick&amp;hellip;.again. Nick was a bit of a perv I was just learning. He kept running his hand up my leg and every time I&amp;rsquo;d smack him, he&amp;rsquo;d laugh. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I ran my hand subtly along the leather interior of the car.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wonder what type of car this is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I thought to myself. Only I would be concerned with something as trivial as that while I sat in the car with the teenage heartthrobs of America. Typical me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick, can you try and keep your hands to yourself?&amp;rdquo; I cried fifteen minutes later when I had to remove Nick&amp;rsquo;s roaming hand from my legs for the seventh time. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry, it&amp;rsquo;s just you&amp;hellip;.and that outfit&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Nick said hesitantly. I slapped his arm hard and smirked when he gave a sharp yelp of pain.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick, have some manners please,&amp;rdquo; Kevin scolded from the passenger seat. I leaned closer to Joe just to keep away from Nick. What is it with teenage boys and their raging hormones?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You think you can control yourself around mom?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked Nick as the car came to a halt. Someone killed the engine and all four doors were opened. I was relieved when Joe pulled me out after him and tugged me along.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Someone pressed the doorbell because I could just make out its muffled ring. Fifty four seconds later, the door popped open.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello boys, and Meg, it&amp;rsquo;s so nice to see you again!&amp;rdquo; Mrs. Jonas said as she pulled me up into a giant hug. Geez, this family was definitely the warm and welcoming type. Before I knew it, I was being lead inside the house with Mrs. Jonas rambling in my ear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You look so pretty. Oh, I am so glad you came over! Do you like lasagna? I made a ton.&amp;rdquo; I smiled to myself. She was so nice to me, as if she had known me my entire life. I was seated at a stool, in the kitchen&amp;hellip;I think. Well it definitely smelled like the kitchen at least, so that was my best bet. I felt someone tug at the edge of my skirt so I turned in their direction.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hi, I&amp;rsquo;m Frankie. What&amp;rsquo;s your name?&amp;rdquo; the small and innocent voice asked me. I smiled immensely. I love kids. Frankie was the Bonus Jonas&amp;hellip;cute right?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Meg,&amp;rdquo; I said and Frankie hugged me tightly around my waist. For a little kid, he sure was strong. He practically knocked all the wind out of me. I guess this whole family liked hugging people. I had to admit, I found it a bit . . . strange. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You smell nice, and you&amp;rsquo;re really pretty. I like your converse. They are so cool. You know my brothers have been talking about you ever since they met you. Do you wanna play hide and seek?&amp;rdquo; Frankie said quickly. It sounded like he had had his fair amount of sugar before we got here. I smiled at him.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sure, that sounds fun,&amp;rdquo; I said, but inside I was a bit nervous. I wonder how difficult it would be to play hide and seek . . . well I had amazing hearing so that should count for something. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You count to thirty and I&amp;rsquo;ll go hide okay?&amp;rdquo; Frankie said and then his footsteps ran off. Mrs. Jonas laughed from the other side of the kitchen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll have to excuse him, he&amp;rsquo;s just excited to meet you,&amp;rdquo; she said and I heard as something scrapped the bottom of the metal pan. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s not a problem, Mrs. Jonas,&amp;rdquo; I assured her, and it really wasn&amp;rsquo;t. I loved little kids, as previously stated, and Frankie had the cutest voice I&amp;rsquo;d ever heard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please call me Denise.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d finally managed to find Frankie like five minutes later. See, I told you my amazing hearing ability would help me out. Though having Nick help me kind of gave me some leverage&amp;hellip; =]&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay you go hide now!&amp;rdquo; Frankie said and then he was off again. That kid had an endless amount of energy. I was getting tired just listening to the sound of his footsteps. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;I felt my way to the staircase and then clung to the wooden banister. Maybe I could hide in like the bathroom or something like that. I ran my hand along the wall and it made contact with a doorknob. I opened the door as quietly as possible and snuck in, shutting it gently behind me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;An overpowering, yet pleasant smell, overtook me. It shocked me that it smelled like&amp;hellip;Joe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Um&amp;hellip;can I help you?&amp;rdquo; someone said from behind me and I jumped. I spun around quickly and pressed myself against the door. Wait, that voice was familiar &amp;hellip; Joe. I let out a slow breath and then got pretty pissed at myself. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t heard anyone when I first got in here. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry, I was just playing hide-and-seek with Frankie and I just came in here to hide, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t know this was your&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Room. Holy crap I was in Joe Jonas&amp;rsquo;s bedroom. I was living the dream of nearly every girl in America. Even though I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see it, I blushed at the thought of being in the room where Joe slept, and got dressed, and undressed . . . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop those thoughts right now!&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; my mind cried. However, the idea was clearly embedded in my head. I heard the bed creaked and his footsteps got closer to me. I tensed up instinctively, but relax when he guided me gently. He sat me down on the floor, so I looked up at him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The bed creaked as Joe got back on it, and I realized what he was doing. He was hiding me on the side of his bed, because I had said I was playing hide-and-seek with Frankie. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So this is your room?&amp;rdquo; I asked, quietly. It was pretty unnerving to be sitting in silence. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well dur, he just told you that stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, sorry it&amp;rsquo;s such a mess, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t know I was going to have an unexpected visitor,&amp;rdquo; he said, and I laughed. Well I didn&amp;rsquo;t really care, seeing as how the mess was invisible to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know, I don&amp;rsquo;t think I&amp;rsquo;ve ever had a girl up here unless I was trying to get into her pants,&amp;rdquo; Joe joked. I laughed again, but I really thought about that statement. Did Joe not want to get in my pants?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh my God, you want Joe to get in your pants!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No! I was just thinking, what he said and I mean he obviously didn&amp;rsquo;t bring me up here. I just kind came right on in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yea, yea, yea. All I hear is blah blah blah Joe in my pants blah blah blah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh shut up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah, I had conversations with myself; it&amp;rsquo;s really not all that weird.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So what are you doing?&amp;rdquo; I asked. I guess I was going to be the one to carry the conversation for now at least. I sat Indian-style, and made sure that my skirt wasn&amp;rsquo;t exposing anything I didn&amp;rsquo;t want it to. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Writing a song,&amp;rdquo; he said simply. That&amp;rsquo;s Joe, ladies and gentlemen. Isn&amp;rsquo;t he just so articulate?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Could I hear it?&amp;rdquo; I asked quietly. I was wondering if I should be asking him. I waited for a while, and I had thought he wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to until I heard the soft strumming of a guitar. Joe cleared his throat, almost nervously. I smiled to myself. I had made a Jonas Brother nervous.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Called you for the first time yesterday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Finally found a missing part of me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I felt so close but you were far away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Left me without anything to say&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Now I&amp;rsquo;m speechless&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Over the edge&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m just breathless&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I never thought that I would catch this&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Lovebug again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Now I&amp;rsquo;m hopelessly &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Head over heels in the moment&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I never thought that I would get hit &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;by this &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lovebug again&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;And that&amp;rsquo;s all I&amp;rsquo;ve got so far,&amp;rdquo; Joe said abruptly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That was really good,&amp;rdquo; I said sincerely. The lyrics said &amp;ldquo;called you for the first time yesterday&amp;rdquo; and he called me yesterday. Was the song about me?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, was the song about. . . anyone in particular?&amp;rdquo; I asked uncertainly. My heart fluttered a little bit.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;yeah&amp;hellip;it&amp;rsquo;s about&amp;hellip;Cam,&amp;rdquo; Joe said haltingly. My heart plummeted about twenty feet just then. Obviously he would write a song about his girlfriend.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you honestly believe that? Please tell me you&amp;rsquo;re not that dumb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again, shut up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The door was slammed open and I jumped up.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Found you!&amp;rdquo; Frankie cried as he proceeded to drag me out of Joe&amp;rsquo;s room. Frankie was chatting excitedly about tag, but I had suddenly lost all interest in playing games.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Seconds after Frankie dragged Meg from my room, my two other very pissed off looking brothers walked in. Did my door have an &amp;ldquo;Open 24/7&amp;rdquo; sign on it that I didn&amp;rsquo;t know about? I mean I definitely wasn&amp;rsquo;t complaining hen Meg walked in&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Kevin shut the door behind him.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh crap, what did you do?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nothing&amp;hellip;I don&amp;rsquo;t think.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bull, your brothers are giving you the evil eye because you did something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will you shut up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah, so I had conversations with myself; its really not that weird.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I should ring your neck,&amp;rdquo; Nick said harshly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;What did I tell you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shut up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Want to tell us why you told Meg that you wrote the song for Cam?&amp;rdquo; Kevin said as he sat on the edge of my bed. I sighed deeply.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because it&amp;rsquo;s true,&amp;rdquo; I said plainly. Then I scratched my wrist. Nick jumped up and pointed at my wrist.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re lying! You always scratch your wrist when you&amp;rsquo;re lying,&amp;rdquo; he cried. Damn, my brothers knew me way too well. I sat on my hands and glared at both of them.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So what?&amp;rdquo; Just because it&amp;rsquo;s not about Cam doesn&amp;rsquo;t automatically mean it&amp;rsquo;s about Meg,&amp;rdquo; I retorted. Kevin rolled his eyes.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re telling us that you&amp;rsquo;re not attracted to Meg?&amp;rdquo; Kevin asked.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course I&amp;rsquo;, attracted to her. I&amp;rsquo;d have to be blind not to be, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t write a song for her.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;J&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;ust a song about her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exactly&amp;hellip;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Frankie, will you please let Meg relax? She&amp;rsquo;s known you for an hour and you&amp;rsquo;ve completely worn her out,&amp;rdquo; Denise said when I plopped down on the couch. It was true, Frankie and I had been playing nonstop since I got here.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Frankie groaned and sat down on the couch next to me. He tugged at one of my curls and then rested his head on my lap. I sighed and ran my fingers gently through hid curly hair.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Meg,&amp;rdquo; Frankie whispered to me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah Frankster?&amp;rdquo; I cooed and continued playing with his hair. At first, he didn&amp;rsquo;t say anything so I though he had fallen asleep.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know you can&amp;rsquo;t see,&amp;rdquo; he said in a tiny voice. I smirked inwardly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Really? And how is that?&amp;rdquo; I asked him.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;When we were playing hide-and-seek, a couple of times you walked right by me,&amp;rdquo; Frankie said. I stopped my methodic rubbing of his head.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you blind?&amp;rdquo; Frankie whispered again.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why are you blind?&amp;rdquo; I smiled and then went back to stroking his hair.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Maybe someday I&amp;rsquo;ll tell you, Squirt,&amp;rdquo; I said slowly. Little kids were very observant. I had been with Frankie for one hour and he already knew my secret. his brothers, who I had spent two entire days with, were completely clueless.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg,&amp;rdquo; Frankie said after a few minutes of silence.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hm?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I won&amp;rsquo;t tell anyone. I promise.&amp;rdquo; I smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know, Squirt. I know.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Miss Andrews, you&amp;rsquo;re on in five,&amp;rdquo; a chipper voice told me. Jane, my hairstylist, was doing all sorts of things to my hair, most of which required a lot of tugging and hairspray.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;There, you look stunning,&amp;rdquo; Jane proclaimed as she finally put down her styling tools with a soft clunk. I stood up a bit unsteadily on my heels and smoothed out the miniskirt that Margaret had insisted I wear to my interview today.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;yeah, I said interview&amp;hellip;on national television no less.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;In the almost two months since I singed a contract with Hollywood records, the guys and I finished recording &lt;i&gt;Weightless&lt;/i&gt; and its topped the singles chart since its release. I to fans, actual fans that sent me loads of fan mail and gifts.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;30 seconds, miss Andrews,&amp;rdquo; someone called to me. I blew out a sigh.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you so much. You are terrific,&amp;rdquo; I told Jane.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nonsense. Now you go out there and give them a kick ass interview,&amp;rdquo; she said, but just by the tone of her voice I could tell I had flattered her. Someone looped their arm around mine and began pulling me away.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon Helen Keller,&amp;rdquo; Nick teased softly in my ear. Nick found out that I was blind because apparently he had been listening into the conversation I had with Frankie. Nick thought it was pretty cool and he agreed not to tell anyone.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick, Helen Keller was blind, deaf, and mute,&amp;rdquo; I pointed out. Nick roared with laughter.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well one out of three aint bad.&amp;rdquo; Sometimes I really hated Nick. I smacked him hard in the back of his head. We stopped by the edge of the stage I assumed. I ran a hand over myself.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How do I look?&amp;rdquo; I asked Nick quietly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You look beautiful, as all ways,&amp;rdquo; Nick cooed in my ear. I felt a slight blush rise in my cheeks. I swatted him away playfully.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Now, I&amp;rsquo;d like to welcome out Megan Andrews!&amp;rdquo; Ryan Seacrest&amp;rsquo;s voice called from on stage. Yes, the Ryan Seacrest was going to be interviewing me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I took a deep breath and then walked on stage, carefully counting my steps to my chair. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Five hours earlier Nick had helped me take count. So, 68 steps later I was sitting down next to Ryan.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s so good to have you here,&amp;rdquo; Ryan said to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s so good to be here, Ryan.&amp;rdquo; Politeness was the key. You never wanted to seem rude on your first interview. I fixed my hair and crossed my legs, waiting for my questions.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Meg, how&amp;rsquo;s your life going? I mean two months ago you were just an average teen and now you have a number one single, and you&amp;rsquo;ve worked with the teen heartthrobs of America. it&amp;rsquo;s got to be exciting.&amp;rdquo; standard question that required a nice truthful answer.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh definitely. I never imagined that I would get this amazing opportunity and I&amp;rsquo;m so thankful for everything that&amp;rsquo;s happened so far.&amp;rdquo; See, truthful and short.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, you&amp;rsquo;ve been working closely with the Jonas Brothers. Any love interests there?&amp;rdquo; Ryan asked. I heard mumbling in the audience as everyone awaited my answer.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, all the guys are really nice and we&amp;rsquo;ve become really great friends&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, but are you romantically interested in any of them?&amp;rdquo; Rule number 2: When in doubt, lie.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;They are great guys, but no I&amp;rsquo;m not.&amp;rdquo; And the lies will set you free. I shifted in my seat and smiled out at the studio audience. This wasn&amp;rsquo;t so bad.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Meg, the fans want to know: What&amp;rsquo;s one thing that nobody knows about you?&amp;rdquo; My smile wavered slightly. Out of the pan and into the fire right?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know how to read Braille.&amp;rdquo; Which is true. When I had first become blind, my doctors thought I should learn it.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow, that&amp;rsquo;s really interesting, Meg. Now, I would like to invite some friends of yours out here. Nick, Joe, Kevin come on out guys!&amp;rdquo; I smiled brightly as the audience applauded the guys. All of them gave me a quick squeeze before sitting on the squeaky leather chairs.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, I&amp;rsquo;ve heard that Meg may be performing with you guys,&amp;rdquo; Ryan said.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, our managers have been talking and Meg is coming on tour with us,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said. The audience clapped and cheered. All I could do was smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s going to be our opening act,&amp;rdquo; Nick added.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We are all just so excited,&amp;rdquo; Joe said and he squeezed my knee gently. At least I assumed it was him. He sounded like he was the closest one to me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s like a dream come true,&amp;rdquo; was all I could say at that moment because I was too focused on Joe&amp;rsquo;s hand resting on my knee.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well kids, you heard it here first. Hollywood&amp;rsquo;s up and coming star, Megan Andrews, is going on tour with the Jonas Brothers. Tickets and concert dates will be up by the end of the week,&amp;rdquo; Ryan said.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you guys for joining me today.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you for having us,&amp;rdquo; the four of us chimed in. With a smile and a final wave at the audience, I was dragged of stage. I was swept up into a hug, a really big and suffocating hug.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Guys, I saw you like three days ago,&amp;rdquo; I said when I was finally released. I was smiling widely anyway. I had discovered that the Jonas Brothers were the type of people that everyone just had to like. I know that I myself had a soft spot for the Jonas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg!&amp;rdquo; a squeaky voice shouted before I was tackled to the ground. That voice and the boundless amounts of energy&amp;hellip;definitely Frankie. Someone helped me off of the floor and I struggled to regain my balance. Walking in heels was definitely something that I needed to perfect. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I missed you! I love your song. Hey, do you want to play tag? I got a new action figure yesterday and I thought we could play with it. Oh, maybe you could come to our pool! Can she, mom, can she?!&amp;rdquo; Frankie said in one breath. No one should ever give this kid sugar. He was way too hyper without it, it would be like adding gasoline to a fire. All you get is a bigger fire.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;If she wants, Frankie. Why don&amp;rsquo;t you let Meg catch her breath for a moment?&amp;rdquo; Denise said. It sounded like she was standing right next to me. Moments later I was pulled into another hug, probably by Denise. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So do you want? To come, to our pool?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked me, almost hesitantly. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and debated what to do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I loved swimming immensely. My mom used to say that I was part mermaid because I had spent nearly all my time in the water. I had not gone back into the water since I&amp;rsquo;d become blind and I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure if I was ready to go back in now. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure that I even owned a bathing suit anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please Meg,&amp;rdquo; Frankie begged. It was cruel really, how the littlest Jonas had so much control over me. Damn him and his cuteness!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sure, Frankie. Could, I bring Donny too? I mean I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t want to impose or anything, it&amp;rsquo;s just-&amp;ldquo; I started.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course! The more the merrier. Tell him that he can bring his girlfriend too. We are having a barbeque at our house in like two hours and there are loads of people coming. Demi, Selena, Miley, David, and Camille are supposed to be coming,&amp;rdquo; Denise rattled off. The corners of my mouth twitched in an involuntary frown. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Cam was coming &amp;hellip; great. &lt;br&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Later: Meg&amp;rsquo;s house&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure I don&amp;rsquo;t look stupid?&amp;rdquo; I asked Becky and I shifted uncomfortably in my bikini. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a bikini. Note to self: do not let Becky go swimsuit shopping for me ever again. Only she would come back with a string bikini she insisted looked amazing on me. I just felt really exposed even though I was wearing some type of summer dress over it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course. Meg, you are gorgeous no matter what you wear and red is definitely your color,&amp;rdquo; she said reassuringly from the front seat of the car. She was driving today and Donny was sitting in the back with me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Oh&amp;hellip;Donny&amp;hellip;that was another issue in itself. He had not been too happy about the fact that we were going swimming with a bunch of people that he didn&amp;rsquo;t know. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure he was really nervous about letting me back into any kind of water after so much time had passed, especially since the last memory I had of swimming was not a pleasant one at all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;So Donny was currently trying to give me some kind of cold shoulder, which was really hard to do because I kept trying to hold his hand. Donny was the only person that I let hold my hand anymore because I trusted him with my life and he knew that. So for him to be refusing to hold my hand was really bothering me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Donny, I told you that I am going to be fine. Will you please talk to me?&amp;rdquo; I tried for the tenth time since we had gotten into the car. I slid my hand over to his side of the seat and tugged at the corner of his bathing suit. I used the most pathetically sad voice that I could muster. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;He let out a slow, steady sigh, and at first I thought that he was going to continue to ignore me. However, a few moments later, his large hand engulfed mine. I let go of a long breath that I had not known I had been holding. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know that you are going to be fine. You are a strong girl &amp;hellip; a strong woman. Sometimes I forget that you are becoming my not-so-little sister,&amp;rdquo; Donny whispered quietly as he massaged my hand. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. In a way I was telling him that I would always be his little sister, no matter how big I got. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Becky cut the engine after she had parked. I gripped Donny&amp;rsquo;s hand tightly because persistent butterflies were pounding their wings inside my stomach. Donny laughed deeply and kissed the top of my head. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure if I was ready for this anymore. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon,&amp;rdquo; Donny said gently and he pulled me out of the car after him. I had opted for flip flops for the barbeque because it seemed like appropriate footwear for whatever might happen later on in the day. Oh, and they were comfortable, much better than the heels that I had slipped out of almost immediately after the interview had ended.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you ready?&amp;rdquo; Donny whispered to me as the three of us padded noisily to the front door. I felt him shift his weight and moments later I heard the doorbell ring. I pushed my bangs back nervously. Becky rubbed my shoulder sympathetically. I guess my nervousness showed a bit. The door flew open with a slight creak and music flowed out of the cool house.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m so glad that you could make it!&amp;rdquo; Denise exclaimed as she shooed us inside and then dragged us into a hug. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Everyone is out back. I just came in to get some more snacks,&amp;rdquo; Denise said. Donny was tugging me after him, hopefully to where there were people I knew. Becky offered to help Denise and the two of them launched into a conversation.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello Donny, Meg, good to see you both,&amp;rdquo; Mr. Jonas, Paul, said as he shook both of our hands. Paul and Donny began light conversation and I felt like I was intruding on their guy bonding moment. I was debating what to do when arms slipped around my waist. The familiar scent of Jonas filled my senses as I was dragged away from Donny, who didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to notice. Some hero he was.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I am so glad that you came,&amp;rdquo; Nick whispered in my ear. I smiled and wiggled my way out of his arms. After I was all the way out, I realized that I had no idea where I was so I sort of needed Nick. So, against my better judgment, I slipped my hand into Nick&amp;rsquo;s.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m glad that I came too. I&amp;rsquo;m a bit nervous though,&amp;rdquo; I admitted quietly to Nick. Because he&amp;rsquo;s Nick, he laughed.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of what? Spending the day with Disney kids? You are one of us now I hope you know.&amp;rdquo; Sometimes Nick was really dense. He was leading me somewhere though, and that somewhere was very noisy, a mixture of music and talking. I made out three voices that I recognized, Joe, Kevin, and Cam, and several others that I didn&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey guys, Meg&amp;rsquo;s here,&amp;rdquo; Nick said as we stopped in front of the nosiest spot in the whole yard. These people could talk, and loudly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;A chorus of &amp;ldquo;hey&amp;rdquo; and &amp;ldquo;hi&amp;rdquo; reached me. I offered up a bright smile and a wave of my hand. Then I was introduced to Demi, Selena, Miley and David. They all seemed pretty nice but I had come to learn that in the world of Disney, you had to watch your back because people were not always who they seemed to be. That didn&amp;rsquo;t mean I couldn&amp;rsquo;t be friendly with them.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Whoa.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Do you see what she is wearing?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah I do, I&amp;rsquo;m sitting right here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dude, she is hot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know that too&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Wanna tell me why you are just sitting here, staring at her instead of, oh I dunno, talking to her&amp;hellip;or kissing her&amp;hellip;or showing her your bedroom again&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because I have a girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;, I reminded myself regrettably. I turned to the supposed object of my affections, and away from the girl of my dreams. Life seemed so unfair.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meg should wear a bikini everyday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I groaned and studied Meg as inconspicuously as I possibly could as she sat on the edge of our pool clad only in her red bikini. That bikini clung to her body like a second skin and highlighted her amazing figure. It should be illegal for someone to look that good wearing almost no clothing.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Imagine what she looks like without any clothes at all&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/b&gt;!, I screeched inwardly. I really shouldn&amp;rsquo;t be having these thoughts with my girlfriend sitting a few feet from me. It was just wrong, very, very wrong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I narrowed my eyes as Nick went over to sit by Meg. He leaned in close and whispered something into her ear. I saw as her eyes widened and she giggled softly. Meg nodded her head slowly, as if she was unsure if she wanted to agree to whatever Nick had told her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Nick slid into the water and then reached up to Meg. She seemed a little afraid as she grasped Nick&amp;rsquo;s hand and slowly lowered herself into the water. When she was all the way in, Meg let out a small gasp followed by a huge smile. It was like she&amp;rsquo;d never been in a pool before. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello, Joe&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; someone said shaking me out of my daze. I tore my eyes away from Meg and Nick only to come face to face with Cam. Now don&amp;rsquo;t get me wrong, I liked Cam. She was gorgeous, and an amazing kisser &amp;hellip; and gorgeous, but sometimes she was a bit controlling.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why are you staring at them so intensely?&amp;rdquo; Cam whispered harshly, and I could tell that I had done something wrong. I needed to fix this before it got too bad. Remember, the lies will set you free.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I was just thinking about how amazing you would look in Meg&amp;rsquo;s bikini,&amp;rdquo; I tried out, and that seemed to be the right thing to say. Cam smirked and flipped her hair. She tilted her head to the side, making it completely obvious that she was examining Meg, only Meg didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to notice or care.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re right. I would look way better in that bikini that Meg ever could. She&amp;rsquo;s way too fat to be wearing something that revealing,&amp;rdquo; Cam commented casually. I pressed my lips together and just nodded, saving myself from too much grief later.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you kidding me?! Meg looks amazing in that bikini and she is definitely not fat. You&amp;rsquo;re girlfriend must need glasses or something.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;It was true, Meg did look great and she wasn&amp;rsquo;t anywhere near fat, but contradicting Cam would mean I would be in a hell of a lot of trouble later.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Excuse me, but did I miss something? When exactly did Cam castrate you because you don&amp;rsquo;t have a single ounce of manhood in that body of yours! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg looks great, what are you talking about?&amp;rdquo; Demi said as she slid into the seat next to me. Cam just rolled her eyes at Demi and didn&amp;rsquo;t even bother to answer her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You should be ashamed. Demi can stand up to your girlfriend better than you can. Your brothers are right, you are a girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Can you shut up?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Save for Cam, everyone else seemed to like Meg a lot. Meg was someone you just had to like though. She was nice, easy to talk to, talented, smart, beautiful, creative, unique &amp;hellip; wait I forgot what the point of my rant was. Oh right, Meg was just an all around amazing person.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yea, she&amp;rsquo;s one of those girls that bikini&amp;rsquo;s are made for,&amp;rdquo; Miley added. Cam shot Miley a look that said &lt;i&gt;Say one more thing and I will not hesitate to strangle you&lt;/i&gt;. Miley cringed slightly under Cam&amp;rsquo;s gaze before turning back to Selena to continue their conversation. I turned my attention back to the pool, where Meg and Nick were locked in an intense game of keep away. A smile played on my lips and I stood up.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where are you going, babe?&amp;rdquo; Cam said to me. She tugged at the bottom of my swim trunks.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;For a swim,&amp;rdquo; I said simply, not even attempting to elaborate. Demi quickly stood up too and claimed that she was going to join me. Together, we walked towards the pool, which was a good thirty or so feet off. When the two of us were just out of earshot from where we had just left and the pool area, Demi stopped me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, Joe, we are good friends right?&amp;rdquo; Demi started out. I raised my eyebrow in confusion.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah of course.&amp;rdquo; I mean obviously. Demi had done Camp Rock with the three of us and then joined us on tour. It would&amp;rsquo;ve been a bit weird if we weren&amp;rsquo;t friends at least.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Then you wanna tell me why you haven&amp;rsquo;t told me that you&amp;rsquo;ve been crushing on Meg?&amp;rdquo; Demi said, dropping her voice to a whisper. She smirked at me and then folded her hands over her chest.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I have not been crushing on-&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Really, then why can&amp;rsquo;t you take your eyes off of her?&amp;rdquo; Demi retorted.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Busted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shut up. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay so I have a teeny tiny crush on her&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I said uncertainly, as though I was trying to convince myself. Demi did not look convinced at all. I scratched my head and tried to look as innocent as I possibly could. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;If teeny tiny now means that you love her immensely, then you&amp;rsquo;re right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t love her. Need I remind you I have a girlfriend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Who you don&amp;rsquo;t even love that much anymore.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The one thing I hate about these conversations is that I am never right. Demi smirked at me and then began walking over to the pool again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, Demi, good to see you guys joined us,&amp;rdquo; Nick said once we had both successfully gotten into the water. Meg flashed a smile before Nick pulled her over to him. My fists clenched involuntarily as I watched the two of them get along together.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;They act just like a couple, don&amp;rsquo;t they?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Shut up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Oh relax lover boy, I can tell that she doesn&amp;rsquo;t like him like that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Really? Are you sure?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Why do you care so much anyway?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t . . .I mean. . . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I know you too well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I would so school you in Marco Polo!&amp;rdquo; Nick said loudly. Apparently a whole conversation had transpired while I was talking to myself.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is that a challenge Nick?&amp;rdquo; Dem said. I smirked a little. This was going to get interesting.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know it babe. Game right now: Me and Meg against you and Joe,&amp;rdquo; Nick said. Meg&amp;rsquo;s smile broadened and she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for the two of us to accept. Joe Jonas never backs down from a challenge.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fine. Losing team has to do whatever he winning team says for an entire week,&amp;rdquo; I added. I high-fived Demi and faced the other two.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay, but I have to warn you, I have excellent hearing,&amp;rdquo; Meg commented casually. I gave her a smile. Joe Jonas never loses.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;***********&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;25 minutes later&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Okay so sometimes Joe Jonas loses. Nick and Meg had totally and completely destroyed me and Demi. Meg really did have amazing hearing. We barely had to make a noise and she already knew exactly where we were. That&amp;rsquo;s why, less than half an hour later, I was getting Meg a diet coke with lemon slices. Unfortunately, I am a man of my word. I was to obey Meg&amp;rsquo;s every whim for an entire week while Demi got Nick. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure I got off easier though.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Your drink,&amp;rdquo; I said before handing Meg the glass and she smiled. Taking a small sip, she swished her feet around in the pool water. Meg&amp;rsquo;s legs looked even longer underwater.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sit with me,&amp;rdquo; she whispered and then patter a spot on the pool&amp;rsquo;s ledge. Well, I did have to do whatever she asked.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh like you don&amp;rsquo;t want to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I sat down next to Meg and slipped my own feet into the water. I looked really pale compared to her brown skin.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Let&amp;rsquo;s play twenty questions,&amp;rdquo; Meg said suddenly. I shifted and smiled. This girl was so random, and it was really growing on me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s your scariest nightmare?&amp;rdquo; she asked after a long silence. She seemed to be really thinking about what to ask me. I decided I should try and be honest at least. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I had a nightmare that I woke up bald.&amp;rdquo; Meg began laughing so hard that she almost choked on her soda. I was actually kind of afraid that she would die because she was coughing and laughing at the same time. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you serious?&amp;rdquo; she finally managed to get out. Meg wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yea. What? I thought it was really scary?&amp;rdquo; I said somewhat defensively. Meg giggled and I had to smile a bit. Her giggles were really cute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay well what&amp;rsquo;s your nightmare?&amp;rdquo; I challenged her. Any hint of laughter disappeared from her face and she looked down into her lap.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;My dad tells me that it&amp;rsquo;s my fault,&amp;rdquo; Meg whispered so low that I had to strain to hear her. She rubbed her palms against her thighs and let out a long sigh. A single, silent tear splashed onto her lap and she gazed up into the blue sky. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;What is she talking about?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;She needs you to listen, Joe. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen to what? I&amp;rsquo;m not even sure what she&amp;rsquo;s talking about.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;I turned to look at her, and Meg was still staring out into space. Her eyes were searching for something unseen in the endless blue. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Should I ask her?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, you just need to give Meg some time.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I sighed deeply and took this time to really study Meg. She really was stunning with the darkest brown eyes. Her hair was blowing softly in the gentle breeze, but she made no attempt to push them back. I think that was what was really amazing about her: Meg wasn&amp;rsquo;t one to dwell on looks. She was just genuinely really stunning. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you like surfing?&amp;rdquo; Meg said suddenly. She closed her eyes tightly and brushed back her hair. I was a little weirded out by her random question, and then I remembered that we had actually been playing a game.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve never actually been . . .&amp;rdquo; I started and Meg gasped playfully. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What? Are you serious? Well then we are definitely going to have to go really soon,&amp;rdquo; she said and then a smile formed on her face. It seemed the moment of awkwardness was past us. Now it was time for rapid fire questions.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What&amp;rsquo;s your favorite color?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Purple. Would you go skinny dipping?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course. What&amp;rsquo;s your middle name?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Bella. What&amp;rsquo;s yours?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I was a bit stunned that she didn&amp;rsquo;t know.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Adam. How do you not know that?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg smirked at me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Contrary to popular belief, not everyone knows everything about you, Joe. Geez you have a big head,&amp;rdquo; she sighed and then shook her head. I pushed her playfully.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I believe it&amp;rsquo;s your turn,&amp;rdquo; I said, and waited silently as she contemplated what question she was going to ask me. She tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear and drummed her hands on her knees.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What kind of girls do you go for?&amp;rdquo; Now that definitely was not a question that I had expected from her. I scratched my head and contemplated what I could tell her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well she has to be kind, funny, get along with my family, being pretty would be nice too, uhh &amp;hellip; I like girls with green eyes and blonde hair, but lately brunettes have been growing on me,&amp;rdquo; I said and I threw her a sideways glance. Meg thought over what I said, but she didn&amp;rsquo;t look at me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well obviously, I mean Cam is a brunette . . .&amp;rdquo; she said quietly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Dear God, just tell the poor girl that she&amp;rsquo;s the kind of girl that you go for!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Are you kidding?! No way!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah . . .Cam&amp;rsquo;s a brunette,&amp;rdquo; I said just as quietly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, too bad that besides that Cam is the kind of girl you don&amp;rsquo;t go for. She&amp;rsquo;s not kind, funny, and she definitely doesn&amp;rsquo;t get along with your family. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah, but she&amp;rsquo;s pretty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe . . .you&amp;rsquo;ve got a lot to learn about life, you know that?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg! Meg!&amp;rdquo; Frankie shouted and then bounded over to her. He had something hidden behind his back and he slid down on the other side of her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve got something for you,&amp;rdquo; he whispered, or well tried to whisper. He pulled out a single red rose from behind his back. Frankie took Meg&amp;rsquo;s right hand and placed the rose in it. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thank you so much, Frankie,&amp;rdquo; Meg said softly. She leaned over and kissed his cheek and a deep blush formed on Frankie&amp;rsquo;s cheeks. He smiled triumphantly and bounced away quickly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, your brother is the sweetest thing,&amp;rdquo; Meg said. She closed her hand around the stem. Moments later though, she gasped sharply.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ow,&amp;rdquo; Meg said and opened her hand. One of the thorns on the rose&amp;rsquo;s stem had poked her and a small bead of blood was forming on her index finger. She went to put the tip of her finger in her mouth but I stopped her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Here, let me,&amp;rdquo; I said and gently put the tip of her finger in my mouth. I didn&amp;rsquo;t realize how intimate this small action was until five seconds after I had done it. Meg&amp;rsquo;s cheeks turned a very pretty shade of pink and she turned away from me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t you think that you&amp;rsquo;ve been sucking on her finger long enough?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I jumped in my skin and steadily took Meg&amp;rsquo;s finger away from my mouth. The warmth of her finger still lingered on my lips and I could taste her in my mouth. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;T-t-thank you,&amp;rdquo; Meg stuttered and rested her hand in her lap. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but smile a little bit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You stutter?&amp;rdquo; I asked, genuinely curious. Meg&amp;rsquo;s eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand, but the damage had already been done. My smile widened considerably.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Only when I&amp;rsquo;m . . .n-nervous,&amp;rdquo; Meg said and she gulped nervously. I had uncovered a secret to the very complex person that was Megan Bella Andrews. It seemed that it could only get better from here.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don&amp;rsquo;t look now Prince Charming but here comes the wicked witch of the west.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I turned around and saw Cam walking over to me with a blank expression on her face. My smile instantly faded and my stomach twisted into a tight knot. I knew that expression all too well, and it meant that I was in big trouble. Meg sat next to me, completely unaware of Cam. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, come on. I need you to take me to get some food,&amp;rdquo; Cam said sternly. Meg jumped and spun around as soon as Cam spoke. A sad expression crossed her face and she wrapped her arms around herself as if a chill had suddenly overtaken her. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah, it&amp;rsquo;s because you&amp;rsquo;re girlfriend cold, heartless being walked over and ruined the moment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;She&amp;rsquo;s not cold and heartless&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah, not to you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s food here,&amp;rdquo; I began but Cam shot me a glare that shut me up. I hesitantly stood up.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;But I can&amp;rsquo;t possibly eat anything here. It&amp;rsquo;s all greasy, fatty, and gross. I&amp;rsquo;m on a strict diet,&amp;rdquo; Cam insisted. Meg spun her head around quickly.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;The food is delicious. Denise is a wonderful cook,&amp;rdquo; Meg threw back. I had to stop myself from smiling at Meg&amp;rsquo;s nerve. Cam rolled her eyes.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well obviously you would know. You&amp;rsquo;ve done nothing but stuff your mouth since you got here. Just between me and you, honey, next time you want to wear a bikini, make sure you exercise beforehand,&amp;rdquo; Cam retorted harshly. Meg bit her lip hard and turned away. She placed a hand over her flat torso. It seemed that Cam&amp;rsquo;s comment had really stung her.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Cam . . .just go and wait in the car,&amp;rdquo; I hissed and pointed towards the driveway. Cam gave me a strong kiss before skipping off happily in the direction of the car. I sighed and turned to Meg, who had pulled her knees up to her chest. I bent down and brought my lips close to her ear.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t listen to her, Meg. You are beautiful,&amp;rdquo; I said quietly, trying to reassure her. She smiled a little but didn&amp;rsquo;t say anything. I held her hand and pulled her up to me. In a moment of complete insanity, I pulled Meg into a hug, putting my arms firmly around her waist and dragging her close to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure she was a bit shocked because she let out an audible gasp.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt; After a few moments of hesitation, Meg wrapped her arms around my neck. She put a small, friendly kiss on my cheek before pulling away.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks, Joe. I&amp;rsquo;ll see you later,&amp;rdquo; she said and then she put a good foot of space between us. It kind of stung a little, like she was avoiding me a bit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;She&amp;rsquo;s not stupid, she&amp;rsquo;s scared.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Of who? Cam?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yea sort of. But that&amp;rsquo;s not all she&amp;rsquo;s afraid of.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Who else?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It&amp;rsquo;s not a who, and it&amp;rsquo;s not for me to tell. For now, just focus on being her friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;See you,&amp;rdquo; I said and, with one last smile and walked to my car. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Meg&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Oh God, you are falling for Joe Jonas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t know. I know that I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because you shouldn&amp;rsquo;t, doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean that you won&amp;rsquo;t. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey,&amp;rdquo; someone said from behind me. I spun around quickly. That voice was familiar . . .Demi. I sighed softly. I had gotten along really well with Demi. Actually, I had gotten along really well with everyone but Cam. Go figure. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Demi,&amp;rdquo; I said. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, how long have you liked Joe?&amp;rdquo; she said quietly and casually. My smile fell and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I d-don&amp;rsquo;t like Joe,&amp;rdquo; I said, but my stutter gave me away. Dammit. Demi laughed and rested her hand on my shoulder.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, it&amp;rsquo;s okay. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure Joe likes you, just be careful of Cam, alright?&amp;rdquo; Demi said very quietly. I nodded. Cam would definitely rip me apart if she even found out that I was thinking about Joe that way. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;It seemed that two months into my dream life, I already had one of Hollywood&amp;rsquo;s A-listers wanting to destroy me. I guess it can&amp;rsquo;t get too much worse from here.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;At least&amp;hellip;I hope it doesn&amp;rsquo;t. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So are you hanging out with your guys today?&amp;rdquo; Becky asked me as I sipped on a chocolate chip frappuccino from Starbucks. It was about noon and Becky and I were just resting after four hours of nonstop shopping. Yes I said four hours. I&amp;rsquo;ve let Becky dress me and buy outfits for me for four hours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You see Margaret, my stylist, has fallen in love with Becky&amp;rsquo;s style. Together the two of them have been dressing me for everything: interviews, performances, even just to go outside. This is why Margaret gave Becky the company credit card to shop for outfits for the tour.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, we are just going to sit on the beach at about 3ish,&amp;rdquo; I said casually. A chocolate chip found its way up my straw and into my mouth. I twisted a chuck of my hair around my finger. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Are you going to talk to Joe?&amp;rdquo; Becky said as she drummed her fingers on the table. I stuck my tongue out at her and shrugged.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You really need to just tell him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;So he can do what? Laugh at me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;He&amp;rsquo;s not going to laugh at you. I promise.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So I&amp;rsquo;m thinking, to sit on the beach, you can wear your skinny jeans, black converse, and that black shirt that I got you at H&amp;amp;M.&amp;rdquo; Again, I shrugged. If it was up to me, I&amp;rsquo;d wear sweatpants and a T-shirt. I frowned when I had slurped up the last of my drink.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sure everything we bought today looked good on me?&amp;rdquo; I asked quietly while twirling the straw in my fingers.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure that it&amp;rsquo;s impossible for you to look bad in an outfit.&amp;rdquo; I rolled my eyes at Becky. I probably didn&amp;rsquo;t look good in several of those outfits. Becky cleared her throat nervously and her drumming stopped abruptly. the metal chair squeaked a little. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Could I get a pair of sunglasses?&amp;rdquo; I asked Becky though all she did was clear her throat again. I raised my eyebrows and sat back in my chair. Long moments of silence passed between us.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Excuse me,&amp;rdquo; a slightly irritated voice said beside me and I had to stop myself from jumping in surprise. I guess I&amp;rsquo;d been so wrapped up in the conversation that I hadn&amp;rsquo;t heard anyone come up.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes?&amp;rdquo; I asked innocently. Who could possibly have come up to me in the middle of the mall?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;My little girl and I have been standing here for a good ten minutes waiting for you to acknowledge us,&amp;rdquo; the voice said again in a slightly more pissed off tone.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, I&amp;rsquo;m so sorry, I didn&amp;rsquo;t see you. What can I do for you two?&amp;rdquo; I said and smiled widely. There was a clank as something was put down on the table in front of me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You can sign my daughter&amp;rsquo;s CD.&amp;rdquo; Aw, a fan. I smiled more brightly. This was the first time that a fan had actually come up to me. I slowly slid my hand forward until I felt the pen and then pulled the CD towards me. I slowly signed the CD with my much practiced signature. Then I picked up the CD and held it up in the direction the voice had come from.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Could you have at least signed it right side up?&amp;rdquo; A frown tugged at my lips and I tucked hair behind my ear.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry-&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Forget it. C&amp;rsquo;mon sweetie.&amp;rdquo; I listened sadly to the sound of their footsteps moving away from me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry I didn&amp;rsquo;t say anything. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know how to say it without it sounding weird,&amp;rdquo; Becky said nervously.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, its alright. I just feel bad for the little girl,&amp;rdquo; I assured her and I really did. It was the first time in a long time that I hated the fact that I was blind.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can we go home?&amp;rdquo; I said quietly. Becky patted my hand.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course sweetie.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three Hours Later&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay, so you are wearing your black bikini under your clothes right?&amp;rdquo; Becky asked from the driver&amp;rsquo;s seat of the car.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yea, you helped me put it on,&amp;rdquo; I said bitterly. Becky had said that I needed to wear a bikini in case I wanted to swim. I ran my fingers through my hair and listened to the rumble of the car.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Just making sure. Have a good time and call me if you need a ride back, okay?&amp;rdquo; she asked, sounding like the worried and caring mom that I never had.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;rdquo;How do I know where they are?&amp;rdquo; I asked her. Did Becky forget that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see? Moments later, there was a soft knock on my door.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Meg, hey Becky,&amp;rdquo; Nick said as the window lowered with a whirling sound. I actually found that sound really annoying. I unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the car. Nick slyly slipped his hand into my own. I smiled a little, though I was surprised that I didn&amp;rsquo;t pull away. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;she&amp;rsquo;s in good hands,&amp;rdquo; nick called ass the car peeled away from the sidewalk. Nick started at a brisk walk, almost dragging me behind him. It probably looked ridiculous.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;The ground beneath me became soft and shifted under my weight. Well at least now I knew that we were at the beach. A few hundred yards in front of me, I heard Joe, Kevin and Demi. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t known that Demi was coming, but I was really glad that she did. I don&amp;rsquo;t think I could have handled all that testosterone by myself. I clung to Nick&amp;rsquo;s arm to keep myself from falling flat on my face.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Meg,&amp;rdquo; everyone said when Nick and I came to an abrupt stop. I smiled and gave a small wave. I was swept up in a massive hug by all four of them. What was it with these people and physical contact??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You liked that he hugged you yesterday.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Obviously, I mean . . .whoa wait?! What?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah, you love Joe! Hehe, it&amp;rsquo;s so cute.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I sat down on the soft earth, burying my hands in the sand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tired?&amp;rdquo; Joe said and I could hear the suppressed laugh in his voice. I flipped him off and crossed my legs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m exhausted,&amp;rdquo; I said honestly and it was true. I had been going to interviews, photo shoots, shopping sprees and planning meetings for the upcoming tour everyday for the past week. I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure that I&amp;rsquo;ve only had ten hours of sleep in total.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Someone plopped down on either side of me and the ground trembled ever so slightly. The person on my right took my hand and held it firmly in theirs.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;it can be really stressful,&amp;rdquo; Joe cooed quietly. Apparently he was the one holding my hand. I was torn between wanting him to hold my hand or doing what I&amp;rsquo;d normally do, pull away. I decided to just bite my lip and not move.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is Cam coming?&amp;rdquo; Demi said from somewhere off to my right. Joe&amp;rsquo;s grip on my hand slackened.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, she&amp;rsquo;s bringing Zac and Vanessa,&amp;rdquo; Joe said and then he cleared his throat awkwardly. As if on cue, I heard a car roar down and stop close by. The engine was cut and the door clicked open.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joey!&amp;rdquo; Cam cried and this time Joe dropped my hand like a hot potato. Instead Nick, who was sitting to my left, grabbed my hand. He squeezed it lightly and reassuringly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Meg,&amp;rdquo; someone who was standing in front of me said. I looked up. That voice was male. It was deep and soft . . . and familiar. I reached out my right hand so that he could shake it. The hand that grasped mine was large and muscular with no calluses. All of the Jonas boys had calluses and the absence of them was disappointing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Zac and this is Vanessa, but you already knew that,&amp;rdquo; Zac said. I reclaimed my hand and gave him a smile. Now I know why the voice sounded familiar. Becky had me listen to those High School Musical movies over and over again. She would flip out if she knew that I had met Zac Efron and Vanessa Ann Hudgens. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Actually before I was signed on, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t a big Disney fan,&amp;rdquo; I said truthfully. Everyone said that honestly as my best trait. The two new comers gave a short laugh. Zac&amp;rsquo;s was throaty and rich while Vanessa&amp;rsquo;s was a little too high pitched for my ears to tolerate at the present moment. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We brought some drinks,&amp;rdquo; Cam said smugly. I frowned a little. I sort of hoped that she meant soda or fruit punch, but then again this was Cam. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you guys want? I&amp;rsquo;m the bartender of the night,&amp;rdquo; Zac said happily. He clapped his hands together like he was excited. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh, I don&amp;rsquo;t really drink,&amp;rdquo; I said, which was basically the truth. Someone scoffed, probably Cam, and Vanessa gave a short laugh again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fine then, you get to drive us back,&amp;rdquo; Cam sneered. I frowned deeply and my heart began pounding against my ribcage. Nick squeezed my hand again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll drive,&amp;rdquo; he said and I gave a sigh of relief. There were times where I loved this boy a lot. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;That night I realized that the people everyone saw on TV were just masks. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;That night I saw (okay well I heard) the real Disney stars, and I have to admit that it was very scary. Nick told me that they had drank their way through two bottles of vodka, three cases of beer and a bottle of wine. And apparently, that wasn&amp;rsquo;t even half of the amount of stuff that they had brought with them. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are r-really pwetty Meg,&amp;rdquo; Zac cooed in my ear. His breath had the overwhelming smell of beer. Just smelling it made my throat burn, but I swallowed hard and moved back a little. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Thanks, Zac,&amp;rdquo; I muttered. His hand brushed my thigh and I flinched involuntarily. I slid back a little farther. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How would you like to come back to my place?&amp;rdquo; Zac breathed in my ear. The mixture of the smell of alcohol and his scent had me a little dizzy. I shook my head slowly. I felt him inching closer, his body heat mingling with mine. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dude, back off,&amp;rdquo; Joe said and the next thing I knew cold air was touching my skin where Zac had just been. Joe had probably pushed him off of me. Someone touched my arm and I jumped. The smell of vodka now filled my nostrils. It was like someone had lit a fire in my throat. I wanted nothing more than to take a long swing of something right about now. That was the only way I would survive this night.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You okay Meg? You&amp;rsquo;re shaking,&amp;rdquo; Joe whispered to me. I formed a fist in an attempt to stop shaking. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what was wrong. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t even cold.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You know why, and you know you shouldn&amp;rsquo;t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not. I&amp;rsquo;m &amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m better than that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should hope so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m fine, Joe. I&amp;rsquo;m fine.&amp;rdquo; I was fine though, and now I was feeling the chill of the late afternoon wind on my skin. It had to be after six, if not seven already. Even from where I sat, I could hear the crashing of the waves against the shoreline. It was soothing, and took my mind off the intense alcohol scents that kept drifting to my nose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So, Meggie, how many guys have you bagged?&amp;rdquo; Vanessa said to me. She was relatively close to me, and obviously very drunk.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you mean?&amp;rdquo; I asked, even though I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure that I knew the answer. I was just hoping that it wasn&amp;rsquo;t what I thought it was.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know. How many guys have you slept with? I mean, you&amp;rsquo;re gorgeous so it must be a lot,&amp;rdquo; she said, long pauses between her sentences. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;None, I&amp;rsquo;m a virgin,&amp;rdquo; I said a little uncertainly. It sort of bothered me that we were having this conversation at all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re kidding me!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;d like to be the first to tap that,&amp;rdquo; Zac said, and I realized that he was pretty close to me again. I stood up quickly and brushed the sand off of my jeans. Someone came up to me and put their arm around my shoulders. I was about to shrug them off when I caught Joe&amp;rsquo;s scent. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe=safety. He was good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I wonder what else he&amp;rsquo;s good at.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Shut up. I&amp;rsquo;m not listening to you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You should ask for a backrub. A naked backrub. He&amp;rsquo;s got strong hands because he&amp;rsquo;s a musician. I bet he could-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Oh God &amp;hellip; I already said I don&amp;rsquo;t want to hear it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon, Meg. Let&amp;rsquo;s take a walk,&amp;rdquo; Joe whispered to me. I nodded and then allowed him to steer me away from the group of drunken individuals. As we walked, the sound of the waves grew louder. I smiled a little. We were walking along the shore. I had to admit, it was one of my favorite things to do at the beach.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah, you think it&amp;rsquo;s a real turn on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Well&amp;hellip;a little bit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry about them. They get a little weird when they are drunk,&amp;rdquo; Joe said to me. The vodka was overpowering and dizzy.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, its fine,&amp;rdquo; I said. I rubbed my arm a little because now I was really feeling the breeze. It was nice to just walk with Joe, not talking about anything particular. It was the first time all day that I felt back in my element. I didn&amp;rsquo;t realize how much I missed it until then.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Joe?&amp;rdquo; I said.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Do you ever&amp;hellip;I don&amp;rsquo;t know&amp;hellip;get tired of being in the spotlight?&amp;rdquo; I asked quietly, as if uttering those words was some type of taboo. I guess, in a way, they sort of are. Joe laughed the sort of laugh that filled your ears and wrapped you up tightly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Honestly, sometimes it is tiring. The constant scrutiny can be really stressful, but at the end of the day I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t trade it for anything,&amp;rdquo; Joe said thoughtfully. I nodded and knitted my fingers together. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Is something wrong, Meg? You seem really&amp;hellip;quiet lately.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;As opposed to what? Loud and obnoxious?&amp;rdquo; I teased him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You, never,&amp;rdquo; he said, his voice sending shivers up and down my spine. I blushed a little and turned away. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nothing&amp;rsquo;s really wrong. It&amp;rsquo;s just difficult, I guess,&amp;rdquo; I said, trying to find the right words to explain what I was feeling. I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to say I didn&amp;rsquo;t like it, because that definitely wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be true at all.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;There was a long silence, so long that I thought that Joe wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to say anything at all. When he finally did talk, there was a sort of darkness in his voice.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s difficult for everyone, Meg. What makes you so different?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I stopped walking abruptly and promptly shrugged Joe&amp;rsquo;s arm off of my shoulders. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what had just come over him, but it was a little&amp;hellip;unnerving.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;W-what?&amp;rdquo; I said. I think it was the first time that Joe had ever been anything but happy and free-spirited with me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nothing, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry. I didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to snap at you like that.&amp;rdquo; I didn&amp;rsquo;t say anything and I didn&amp;rsquo;t move from my spot either. Joe let out a long frustrated sigh and then grabbed my hand gently. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry Meg. It&amp;rsquo;s just been a really long week. Forgive me?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked. How could I possibly say no to that amazing voice?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve got to admit, that was slightly borderline bipolar,&amp;rdquo; I said before falling back into step with Joe. He knitted his fingers through mine. I could feel the awkwardness evaporating from the atmosphere between us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joey, come do some body shots with me!&amp;rdquo; Cam&amp;rsquo;s annoying voice called across the serene beach. I cringed instinctively.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, babe, I&amp;rsquo;ll be right there,&amp;rdquo; Joe called back. He stopped and dropped my hand. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll be right back, okay?&amp;rdquo; Joe said and I nodded. I listened to his departing footsteps sadly. It felt as if we were connecting for a minute.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Until Miss. Fat-Ass called him over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;How do you even know she&amp;rsquo;s fat?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Um&amp;hellip;well I don&amp;rsquo;t. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I ran my fingers through my hair.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I wish that Joe would stop leading you on already.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;He&amp;rsquo;s not leadin-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey there, sexy,&amp;rdquo; Zac said from somewhere close to my right. I spun in his direction. I smelled the beer as he walked closer to me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are so beautiful, you know that? From the moment I met you, I wanted to get inside your tight, little pants&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Zac said as his voice came closer to me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t move back.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Zac, you don&amp;rsquo;t&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; My words were cut off when Zac&amp;rsquo;s lips crushed mine. They were warm and urgent, and tasted like Coor&amp;rsquo;s Light.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I pulled back immediately, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t pull myself completely out of his grasp.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re with Vanessa,&amp;rdquo; I said, more to myself than to him. I was a little dazed. I wondered if all Disney guys kissed like that?. Zac laughed.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Publicity. I&amp;rsquo;m not really with her. The only reason Disney stars go out with other Disney stars is for publicity,&amp;rdquo; he said and then pressed his lips to mine. I pushed away hopefully.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So Joe doesn&amp;rsquo;t really like Cam?&amp;rdquo; I asked.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh yeah, he does. She&amp;rsquo;s not Disney property. He told me a few months ago that she might the one that he marries,&amp;rdquo; Zac said. My heart fell a bit and I stepped away.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Ouch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon, sugar, I thought we were having fun,&amp;rdquo; Zac said. I backed away a little more. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, Zac, we weren&amp;rsquo;t,&amp;rdquo; I said and spun quickly around. I walked towards the smell of alcohol and the loud voices that I recognized as my friends &amp;hellip; well most of them were my friends. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Meg,&amp;rdquo; Nick said to me as I was walking closer and closer to the group. They were all extremely loud when they were drunk. I knew that I was shaking, I could feel it. I just didn&amp;rsquo;t know how to stop. Between the cold, Zac&amp;rsquo;s kiss, and finding out that Joe was actually in love with that witch, my nerves were completely shot. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you alright?&amp;rdquo; Nick said, seriously this time. A few seconds later, someone was taking my arms in their hands. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Y-yeah, I&amp;rsquo;m f-fine,&amp;rdquo; I said and I claimed my arms back from him. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t in the mood for talking out my feelings, and I truthfully didn&amp;rsquo;t feel all that well anymore. I was feeling off, very off. Someone brushed back my hair and caressed my cheek softly. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nick, don&amp;rsquo;t please,&amp;rdquo; I pleaded. I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be touched. This whole night, this whole week had made me sick to my stomach. I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t care so much about Joe and what he does. What is he to me anyway? A friend, a fellow musician. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;A guy that you seem to really care about.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah, I think he is.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whoa, I think you just admitted that you have feelings for Joe Jonas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, are you sure? You look kind of pale,&amp;rdquo; Nick said. I nodded.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;She&amp;rsquo;s sick because she saw your face Jonas,&amp;rdquo; a very drunk Demi called out to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s very unlikely, trust me,&amp;rdquo; Nick called back. We both laughed at our little inside joke.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can we go get a sweater? I&amp;rsquo;m freezing,&amp;rdquo; I asked Nick quietly. He squeezed my hand gently and started walking.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I was enjoying the calm and serenity of the entire beach, until I heard a very disturbing sound. There was moaning and heavy breathing, and every once in a while I could hear someone mumbling.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;We turned and then came to a complete stop. Directly in front of us, I could her Joe and Cam moaning together. Now that&amp;rsquo;s a sight I&amp;rsquo;m glad I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh God, guys get a room,&amp;rdquo; Nick spat in utter disgust. Immediately the groaning stopped and my ears were very thankful.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Get out of here,&amp;rdquo; Cam shouted at us and again I flinched. There was definitely something about her that bothered me. I noticed that Joe was oddly silent, and if I didn&amp;rsquo;t know any better I&amp;rsquo;d say he was a bit embarrassed. It&amp;rsquo;s not everyday that your brother and your friend catch you having a hot and heavy make out session with your girlfriend. At least I hope that all they were doing was making out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh shut up. Meg just needs a sweater. She isn&amp;rsquo;t feeling too well,&amp;rdquo; Nick said and then he released my hand. I stood there awkwardly and wondered what he could be doing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So what?&amp;rdquo; Cam hissed.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; Joe asked me, with pure concern in his voice. I wanted to spit in his face and tell him to shut up, but it was like I was putty in his strong hands. The thing was, most of the time, I don&amp;rsquo;t even mind that much. I gave him a short nod.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;A cool hand touched my forehead and I jumped.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You feel a little warm,&amp;rdquo; Joe said decisively, and then pulled his hand away. The spot where it had rested against my forehead still burned. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Here, I got you a sweater,&amp;rdquo; Nick said finally as he slipped the sweater on to me. I snuggled it thankfully and then Nick reclaimed my hand. I was ready to get as far away from these two as was humanly possible.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe . . . I&amp;rsquo;ll see you later,&amp;rdquo; Nick said in a way that told me that he had wanted to say something else. We walked away quickly. I was hoping that if they returned to whatever they were doing that I would be far enough away so as to not hear it. An even higher hope was that they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t return to it at all.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t even want to know what they were doing,&amp;rdquo; I said miserably to Nick.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Be glad that you didn&amp;rsquo;t see it. I need to wash my eyes out,&amp;rdquo; Nick said and I frowned a little. If I could see anything, I think I&amp;rsquo;d be really happy. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;This whole experience had made me extremely thirsty. Something about hearing the guy you might have feelings for hooking up with a girl in the parking lot makes me crave Dr. Pepper. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Can we go get a drink?&amp;rdquo; I asked Nick and he quickly changed directions. Within seconds, I could hear Vanessa and Demi being their loud and obnoxiously drunk selves. They were going to have one hell of a hang over tomorrow.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Meg, you&amp;rsquo;re with the wrong Jonas. The one that you&amp;rsquo;re in love with just went to the van with Cam!&amp;rdquo; Vanessa shouted loudly. I just rolled my eyes as we slowed. I rested myself lightly on the wood table that apparently separated Demi and Vanessa from me and Nick. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Pass me a Dr. Pepper,&amp;rdquo; I said to the two of them. Something was slammed down on the table and skidded over to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Here ya go,&amp;rdquo; Demi said to me and then the two of them burst out in drunken laughter.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We just walked in on Joe and Cam having a fricking make out session in the parking lot,&amp;rdquo; Nick said, and Vanessa and Demi quickly shut up. I just picked up the soda and popped the can open, listening to the fizzing of the highly carbonated soda. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Aw babe, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry,&amp;rdquo; Demi said in a somewhat stable voice. She knew what a big thing this was to me, and so, apparently, did Vanessa.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Baby doll, don&amp;rsquo;t even think about him. Joe Jonas doesn&amp;rsquo;t know what he&amp;rsquo;s missing. You have ten times the talent and kindness that Cam does, and even more amazing looks,&amp;rdquo; Vanessa assured me and then she squeezed my hand. She sat back and the chair squeaked a little.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know what I do when Zac goes home with a girl? I just drink. Drinking puts everything into perspective,&amp;rdquo; Vanessa said again and then something was slammed down on the table.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Having a swing on that,&amp;rdquo; Demi said and I heard a cup being scrapped across the table towards me. I slid my hand out and it came in contact with a small shot glass. The smoothness of the perfectly curved object was welcomed on my fingertips. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t think I should-&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are drinking to forget that Joe is an ass,&amp;rdquo; Nick said. And I really was. I closed my eyes tightly, contemplating exactly what I should do. Time seemed to slow as I came to a decision, one that I knew was what I wanted, not what everyone else wanted for me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I wrapped my fingers firmly around the shot glass and brought it to my lips. In one quick motion I down the glass, the vodka burning my throat on the way down. I squeezed my eyes shut again, savoring the magnificent taste. I slammed down my shot glass and allowed myself a small smile.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll take another one,&amp;rdquo; I said firmly and Vanessa and Demi cheered me on. So there I was, in the middle of a beach with a bunch of Disney stars in the beginning of the summer, drinking away the ass that was Joe Jonas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;18 months, 2 weeks and 3 days of being sober were down the drain now. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Chapter 7&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I laughed hysterically and tried to walk towards Nick&amp;rsquo;s voice. I banged into a fallen stool on the way over. I scrambled blindly (weirdly accurate) toward the sound of Nick&amp;rsquo;s voice.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;H-h-hey Nick,&amp;rdquo; I stuttered. Trying to stand up and walk was a very bad idea. Walking drunk and blind was an even worse idea. I patted the pant leg of the nearest person, not even sure that it was Nick. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh God, Meg, you are trashed,&amp;rdquo; a voice said to me. The voice didn&amp;rsquo;t belong to Nick . . . oh it was Joe. I frowned deeply and took a swing of the Peach Snapps bottle that Vanessa had given to me about an hour ago. It brought back very amazing memories. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No I don&amp;rsquo;t want you,&amp;rdquo; I said unhappily and pushed away his leg. I took another swing of the bottle and attempted to scramble away when someone took a firm hold of my leg.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I should get you home Meg. You are really drunk,&amp;rdquo; Joe said and he tried to pull me back to him. My drunken state prevented me from being able to successfully pry my leg out of his grasp. I was dragged gently back over to him.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, why d-d-don&amp;rsquo;t you go s-s-stick your tongue down C-Cam&amp;rsquo;s throat? I want to talk to your b-brot-thers. They actually give a d-d-damn about me,&amp;rdquo; I stammered. It was really hard to control my mouth when I was drunk. It was one of the bad things about me being drunk.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You shouldn&amp;rsquo;t be drunk at all. Donny is going to be so disappointed in you, I hope you know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No he&amp;rsquo;s not &amp;hellip; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah he is. He helped you get clean the last time and now you just go and throw it back in his face. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You worry too much. It&amp;rsquo;s just one day. It&amp;rsquo;s not going to be an all the time thing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s how it started last time and that&amp;rsquo;s why I worry. It&amp;rsquo;s like you have absolutely no control.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bite me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Yeah that&amp;rsquo;s right. I am an articulate drunk.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, c&amp;rsquo;mon, just put down the bottle and we&amp;rsquo;ll get you home. It&amp;rsquo;s like past midnight,&amp;rdquo; Joe said to me and then pulled me closer to him. I swatted at him with my free hand, but I was too drunk and tired to actually fight him off. I sighed and rested my head on his chest. I took another gulp of my almost empty bottle and let out a sigh.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, you&amp;rsquo;re an idiot you know that,&amp;rdquo; I grumbled drunkenly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; Joe said to me and then he rested his hand on my shoulder. I flinched a little, but he didn&amp;rsquo;t move away. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You and Cam,&amp;rdquo; I said and then took another drink from the bottle. It was the only thing that made sense the entire night. Joe shifted slightly so I sat up and tilted my head in his direction. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She left like an hour ago, so how am I an idiot.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Forget it,&amp;rdquo; I said, and gulped down some more Peach Snapps. There was only about three more swings left in the bottle I discovered as I sloshed it around unhappily.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No tell me.&amp;rdquo; His voice was so genuinely curious that it made me kind of gag. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;C-cam, she&amp;rsquo;s so mean to everyone. She hates your f-family, and me. She really hates me and I-I haven&amp;rsquo;t ever done anything to her. Yet y-you go around and y-your shove your t-tongue down her throat, like she&amp;rsquo;s not this terrible person. H-how can you do that? You&amp;rsquo;re so much better than that, and there are so m-many other girls that would be better &amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I said. My drunken speech actually made tons of sense and it probably would have sounded more official if I hadn&amp;rsquo;t stuttered so many times. I touched the opening of the bottle to my lips but didn&amp;rsquo;t drink it yet.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are you like jealous?&amp;rdquo; Joe said. His voice was light and teasing. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, more than you know,&amp;rdquo; I said and then took a swing of the drink. This time it burned down my throat unpleasantly. I winced and waited for Joe to say something. Maybe I had been too open and now he was weirded out.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Whatever, it&amp;rsquo;s nothing the rest of this bottle can&amp;rsquo;t fix.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re unbelievable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I was about to down the rest of the bottle when it was taken from my hands.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, what are you-&amp;ldquo; Lips crashed over mine, silencing anything protests that I had been thinking about. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s lips were passionate and urgent, and they were telling me so much more about him then he had ever said. I closed my eyes and threw myself into this kiss. Joe gently traced my lips, silently asking me for access, which I gave all too happily. His tongue tasted like vodka, really good vodka. It created a very interesting mixed drink in my mouth. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I sat up on my knees to try and gain the advantage in this kissing war. My fingers were tangled in Joe&amp;rsquo;s hair, which was slightly wavy and damp. Joe had his arms firmly around my waist and they pulled me closer in to him. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Our breathing grew shallow and ragged, and the kiss became more and more passionate. I moved my hands down from his hair to his broad chest. It was so muscular under my hands. I felt like I was actually seeing Joe without, you know, seeing him. In the back of my mind, it bothered me that I would never get to see him, but I was too preoccupied at the current moment to do anything about it.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s lips moved to my collarbone and I threw my head back, squeezing my eyes shut. He kissed his way back up my neck, stopping at the soft space right by my jaw. His lips came over mine again, this time they were soft and sweet.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Then, all of a sudden, his lips were gone, as were his arms. That threw off my balance and I landed softly on the sand with an &amp;ldquo;oof&amp;rdquo;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh God, what am I doing? I&amp;rsquo;m with Cam,&amp;rdquo; Joe said miserably. There was real regret in his voice and it stung me more than I knew it should. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, it&amp;rsquo;s-&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, Meg, just don&amp;rsquo;t okay? That should never have happened. I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to kiss you, it just happened. I am so sorry,&amp;rdquo; Joe said in a tone that was supposed to comfort me. While moments ago I had been vulnerable and filled with emotion, now I just put up my strong front. I forced my swollen lips into a thin, tight line and turned away from Joe.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Give me back my bottle,&amp;rdquo; I said harshly and held out my left hand.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, don&amp;rsquo;t you think you&amp;rsquo;ve had enough. Please,&amp;rdquo; Joe begged me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t back down.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joe, you&amp;rsquo;re not my brother, and you&amp;rsquo;re definitely not my dad. I&amp;rsquo;m not even sure what you are. What I do know is that you obviously feel regret over kissing me so what I want from you is my damn bottle. Then I want you to get as far away from me as humanly possible,&amp;rdquo; I hissed at him. There were a few moments of hesitation, but then the bottle was given back to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I listened to Joe&amp;rsquo;s soft footsteps as he walked away without another word to me. I drank the last tiny sip of the bottle. There wasn&amp;rsquo;t nearly enough in there to numb my feelings. I&amp;rsquo;d have to find a way back to all the drinks. I could take three more beers and another shot of tequila before I had just reached my limit. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, you okay?&amp;rdquo; Nick&amp;rsquo;s voice said from behind me and I jumped, sending the empty bottle flying. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Jesus, Nick, do not do that to me,&amp;rdquo; I said angrily and then ran my fingers through my hair. My hands were sweaty and my face was really cold.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Did you finish this whole thing?&amp;rdquo; Nick asked me. He had probably picked up the bottle after it fell. I rolled my eyes at him, but didn&amp;rsquo;t answer. It was obvious enough. There was a grunt as Nick sat down next to me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Want to tell me what happened with you and Joe? I mean I saw the whole making out like crazy thing, but he said something that made you angry afterwards,&amp;rdquo; Nick said. This kid was too damn observant for his own good. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well he kissed me and then he told me that he couldn&amp;rsquo;t because he was with Cam. Joe said that he didn&amp;rsquo;t want to kiss me,&amp;rdquo; I said as I pulled my knees closer to my chest. Nick caught my hand in his.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s lying, I know that and you should know that,&amp;rdquo; Nick said, trying to reassure me. I gave out a long sigh and rested my head on his shoulder.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I need some more to drink,&amp;rdquo; I said and Nick stiffened under me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, you&amp;rsquo;ve had enough.&amp;rdquo; I sat up and glared at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What is it with everyone trying to be my dad today? Geez, I already had one thank, and I&amp;rsquo;m pretty sure that he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have cared,&amp;rdquo; I said and pulled my hand out of Nick&amp;rsquo;s grasp.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, I&amp;rsquo;m not trying to be your dad. I&amp;rsquo;m trying to be your friend, and as your friend I&amp;rsquo;m saying that you&amp;rsquo;ve had enough to drink. It&amp;rsquo;s not good to drink so much you&amp;rsquo;re first time, believe me,&amp;rdquo; Nick said quietly. I rolled my eyes.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh Nick, this is definitely not my first time, and this is no where near as much as I used to drink,&amp;rdquo; I said. Being drunk meant that my mouth would just run without my approval.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You serious?&amp;rdquo; Nick asked me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Dead serious.&amp;rdquo; I felt like I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t lie to Nick. Beside Donny and Becky, Nick knew me better than anyone else. friendships can&amp;rsquo;t be based on lies. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Megan Andrews, you are one complex and crazy girl.&amp;rdquo; I smiled a little and rested my head on Nick&amp;rsquo;s shoulder again. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Tell me something I don&amp;rsquo;t know. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Tell me something I don&amp;rsquo;t know. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You&amp;rsquo;re an idiot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You hurt her feelings.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;She&amp;rsquo;s probably never going to forgive you. Did you see her face?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I KNOW. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Well as long as you&amp;rsquo;re aware of the consequences of your actions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I hated that Meg was mad at me, and I hated the fact that I didn&amp;rsquo;t feel as much regret as I should. I have a girlfriend for Christ&amp;rsquo;s sakes, yet a couple of minutes ago I was swapping spit with Meg.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was way more than swapping spit. That kiss was better than any kiss that you&amp;rsquo;ve ever had. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;It was pretty good&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;No, chocolate ice cream is pretty good. Tom Cruise&amp;rsquo;s acting is pretty good. Meg&amp;rsquo;s kiss was WAY better than pretty good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I took a sip of the beer that I had in my hand, the one that I had been holding for a little over an hour now. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t even seen Meg since our kiss. I knew that she would be angry at me, and I&amp;rsquo;m not sure that I could deal with that. My emotions were all out of whack so talking to her was probably not the best option.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Someone sat down next to me on the sand, and I looked up to see Nick eyeing me suspiciously. I sighed and rest the beer bottle on the sand by my leg. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t say it,&amp;rdquo; I said to him quietly. Nick laughed a little. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well at least you know that what you did was totally not cool. Meg&amp;rsquo;s pretty pissed,&amp;rdquo; Nick said and I groaned.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;At me?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, surprisingly, at herself,&amp;rdquo; Nick sighed and rubbed his hands together. I turned to him and raised my eyebrow. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Well you see, she blames herself for trusting you, for thinking that you actually liked her,&amp;rdquo; Nick explained. I groaned again. Of course she would be mad at herself. That was Meg. That was what she does. It&amp;rsquo;s who she is and at that moment it infuriated me. She should be angry and hate me. That would make things that much better. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I do like her,&amp;rdquo; I said simply. Then Nick did something totally uncalled for: he picked up his left hand and smacked me in the back of my head. I flinched and glared at him. Nick was surprisingly strong.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So then why the hell did you tell her that you didn&amp;rsquo;t want to kiss her!&amp;rdquo; Nick shouted and everyone turned to stare at us. Nick was too fricking loud for his own good. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Because I&amp;rsquo;m &amp;hellip; confused about my feelings towards Meg and Cam,&amp;rdquo; I said. Nick rolled his eyes at me and looked dead ahead.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, as your brother I&amp;rsquo;m going to try and be supportive on what ever decision you make. I have to tell you though, I cannot stand Cam. I feel that Meg is a much better choice, but hey that&amp;rsquo;s just me,&amp;rdquo; Nick said. That had to be the most unhelpful advice that I&amp;rsquo;ve ever been given. Nick stood up and wiped off the back of his pants. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m a bit jealous of you though. If you would just see and heard the way that Meg thinks of you. I wish for just half of that,&amp;rdquo; Nick mumbled to me. I was taken a bit off guard and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t think of a response as he walked away from me.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Dude! You cannot leave me with just that,&amp;rdquo; I called out after him. My brother simply raised his hand, telling me that he had heard me, and continued walking back towards the car.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;What the hell?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, I don&amp;rsquo;t know. He&amp;rsquo;s your brother.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I looked down at my beer again, millions of thoughts running through my mind. All of them seemed to surround Meg. That girl had definitely changed something in me. The bottle was cool in my hand, and it seemed to be the only sure thing at the present moment.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;How do I show her that I care?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You need to make a few tweaks to yourself and your attitude.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I nodded to myself. I did need a few changes in my life.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I gripped the beer bottle tightly and turned it upside down, watching triumphantly as the beer spilled over the sand.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And that&amp;rsquo;s just the beginning.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meg&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I walked along the beach, and by walked I mean that every few feet I stumbled and had to get back up to continue. I heard the waves crashing over the sand to my right, and I was aware enough to stay away from the water.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Drunk me + ocean = really bad consequences.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Wow, I&amp;rsquo;m surprised that you can still function, much less do some sort of math.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Go away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Not until you tell me what the hell happened with you and Joe.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Joe is a jerk.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;That&amp;rsquo;s not telling me what happened.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;You know what, you&amp;rsquo;re annoying.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I stumbled again and landed in the soft sand. I didn&amp;rsquo;t have enough drive to try and continue stumbling so I just sat there for a little while. My head was pounding and I knew that I was going to have one hell of a hangover later.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Meg, are you alright?&amp;rdquo; a voice said from behind me. My senses were so dull that I didn&amp;rsquo;t even jump at the sound of the voice, Kevin&amp;rsquo;s voice. At least he wasn&amp;rsquo;t the Jonas I was avoiding. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Y-yeah, I&amp;rsquo;m just peachy,&amp;rdquo; I stuttered slightly, and the hiccupped. I bet I looked like an absolute wreck.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t sound peachy,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said and I could practically hear the smile in his voice. I swatted at him, and my hand actually made contact with skin. I let out a very long sigh and didn&amp;rsquo;t say anything for the longest time. The cold are rolling off of the Pacific Ocean was causing shivers to run down my spine.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I want to go home,&amp;rdquo; I said suddenly and then dragged my knees up to my chest.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay, c&amp;rsquo;mon. I&amp;rsquo;ll drive you back. It&amp;rsquo;s time that we get going anyway,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said before placing his hand on my back. He helped me into a standing position, though I had to lean on him a bit. A wave of dizziness settled over my body and I had to rely on Kevin to steer me back to the car.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;It was extremely nice, walking side by side in mutual silence. Though I think I would have appreciated it more if I wasn&amp;rsquo;t completely stoned. Kevin had his arm wrapped protectively around me, and I realized that all the Jonas boys had a particularly nice smell about them.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Like Joe?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;My foot caught on something and it would have sent me sprawling forward if Kevin hadn&amp;rsquo;t had a firm grip on my arm.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Watch out. Are you blind or something?&amp;rdquo; Kevin remarked casually and I heard him chuckle. I yanked my arm out of his grip and clenched my fists.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yea, actually,&amp;rdquo; I hissed before stomping off. Now what was wrong with me? Why couldn&amp;rsquo;t I just be one of those silent drunks? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wait, what?&amp;rdquo; Kevin stammered, his voice coming closer to me. I tried to walk a little more quickly without falling over.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Just stop talking.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Haven&amp;rsquo;t you been wondering why I seem to never look you in the eyes? Why I seemed to be zoned out all the time?&amp;rdquo; I said and continued walking. My mouth was running on autopilot apparently.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I just thought that was what you did,&amp;rdquo; Kevin said uncertainly. I stopped walking altogether and tilted my head in the direction that his voice had come from.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;God, you guys are so thick. Your little brother figured it out the very first day he met me,&amp;rdquo; I laughed. There were long moments of silence between us. My body tensed up and I ground my teeth together.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t wave you hand in front of my freaking face,&amp;rdquo; I hissed before walking away, though more slowly than I intended.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How did you know-&amp;ldquo; Kevin started guiltily.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s what everyone seems to do when they find out: Becky, Margaret, Jane, Mrs. Dean&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I said simply.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;She knows?&amp;rdquo; Kevin said, the shock evident in his voice.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Of course she knows. Did you think I kept it a freaking secret from her?&amp;rdquo; I hissed. I wobbled a little and slowed down some more.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re really blind?&amp;rdquo; Kevin asked so quietly and innocently that I stopped walking completely. Against my better judgment, I nodded.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t tell Joe,&amp;rdquo; I managed to get out. Kevin&amp;rsquo;s strong hand gripped my shoulder.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I won&amp;rsquo;t. Don&amp;rsquo;t worry,&amp;rdquo; he assured me. I breathed a little easier and then allowed him to lead me to the car. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Joe&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Well this explains a lot.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Demi&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Holy crap. I knew there was something different about her.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;I come back for my phone and instead I get a front page scoop.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Vanessa&amp;rsquo;s POV&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Okay, who drank the tequila??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;You did.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;OH yea! Now I remember.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>S.O.S. Bass Tab</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/S.O.S.+Bass+Tab</link><author>idlthem</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/S.O.S.+Bass+Tab</guid><comments>i can read it properly now</comments><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 07:34:21 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;  Jonas Brothers Bas Tabs - S.O.S.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;See Also: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/S.O.S.+Tab&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;S.O.S. Tab&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/S.O.S.+Chords&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;S.O.S. Chords&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/S.O.S.&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;S.O.S&lt;/a&gt;. | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Jonas+Brothers+Guitar+Tabs&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers Guitar Tabs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Courier&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Courier&quot;&gt;Tuning: standard bass line was really catchy and it&amp;#39;s pretty hard to hear it but I got it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus&lt;/b&gt; G|------------------------------------------------------------------------------| &lt;br&gt;D|------------------------------------------------------------------------------| &lt;br&gt;A|77777777-33333333----------555555-2h5-777777-7h10-333333-3h5--------0h2-555555| &lt;br&gt;E|------------------33333333-----------------------------------333333-----------| &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;G|-------------------------------------------------------| &lt;br&gt;D|-------------------------------------------------------| &lt;br&gt;A|0000000-0h2-33333333-----000-22-55555555-000000-0-2-3~-| &lt;br&gt;E|---------------------333-------------------------------| &lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Verse&lt;/b&gt; 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cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Nick:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Kevin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Joe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Kevin Jonas</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Kevin+Jonas</link><author>nickj4eva</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Kevin+Jonas</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 12:40:22 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;h2 align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  Kevin Jonas Bio&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  See Also: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Jonas+Brothers&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Nick+Jonas&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Joe+Jonas&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Full Name&lt;/b&gt;: Paul Kevin Jonas II (Jr.) &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date of Birth&lt;/b&gt;: November 5th, 1987&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Current Age&lt;/b&gt;: 22&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Place of Birth&lt;/b&gt;: Teaneck, New Jersey&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;  &lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Height&lt;/b&gt;: 5&amp;#39;10&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Sign&lt;/b&gt;: Scorpio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese Horoscope Sign&lt;/b&gt;: Rabbit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents&lt;/b&gt;: Kevin (Sr.) and Denise Jonas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siblings&lt;/b&gt;: Joe, Nick, and Frankie Jonas &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status: &lt;/b&gt;Engaged to Danielle Deleasa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hobbies&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Playing guitar and bowling &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Instruments&lt;/b&gt;: Guitar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Food&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Sushi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Color&lt;/b&gt;: Green&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;: Rocky Road&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite Sport&lt;/b&gt;: Pole Vaulting, Golf&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noticefaction&lt;/b&gt;: Talkative, Humorus, Dramatic, Romantic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Kevin+Jonas+Pictures&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin Jonas Pictures&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; | &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Kevin+Jonas+Videos&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin Jonas Videos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt; | &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Kevin+Jonas+Quotes&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin Jonas Quotes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;  &lt;font color=&quot;#ffa500&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Kevin Jonas Facts:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin is the oldest brother and son.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin plays lead guitar for the &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Jonas+Brothers&quot; target=&quot;_self&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He&amp;#39;s named after his father, Paul Kevin Sr.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin has graduated school (was home-schooled), but he&amp;rsquo;s not going to college yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin last attended school his sophomore year of high school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin doesn&amp;rsquo;t have a favorite pizza topping, he likes plain cheese.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-His favorite foods are Sushi and Italian foods.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-When Kevin goes to Starbucks he orders a Mocha frappuccino (when it&amp;rsquo;s hot outside) or a Chai Latte: extra chai, no water and with skim milk.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin doesn&amp;rsquo;t like bananas, he can&amp;rsquo;t even stand the smell of them. Actually, Kevin is &amp;quot;allergic&amp;quot; to all fruits.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin has his driver&amp;rsquo;s license and owns a black-on-black Jeep.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin gets annoyed when other people try to tell him how to drive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin&amp;rsquo;s bad habit is that he tends to leave clothes everywhere.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Confidence is the first thing that Kevin notices in a girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin doesn&amp;rsquo;t like to wear a shirt more than twice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-If there ever was a movie about his life, Kevin would want Paul Wall to play him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin has unopened &amp;quot;Star Wars&amp;quot; figurines up in his family&amp;rsquo;s attic.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin&amp;rsquo;s most ticklish spot is his right side.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Believe it or not, Kevin has skateboarding skills. He skateboarded in school once, after the school was closed and locked up for the night.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin can juggle and he can play ping-pong pretty well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin&amp;rsquo;s favorite sport is pole-vaulting. He did it on his school&amp;rsquo;s track team and he said that it helped him make friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin is addicted to watching music videos in the morning while he eats his breakfast.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin can not go to sleep unless his bed is made first.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-If Kevin weren&amp;#39;t a musician, he would be an astronaut.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-Kevin&amp;#39;s first name is actually Paul. Kevin is his middle name.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-As a kid, Kevin did commercial at TV.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He uses glasses, but both him and Joe mostly wear contacts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He&amp;#39;s the only Jonas brother yet with a drivers license.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He&amp;#39;s often being dramatic, and quite funny.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He likes boots.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He&amp;#39;s addicted to coffee.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-His biggest inspiration is his father.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He and his brothers sang in chirch chorus as kids.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;-He&amp;#39;s a better Guitar Hero player than his younger brothers.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>contest</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/contest</link><author>a201151</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/contest</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 10:53:16 CST</pubDate><description>&lt;b&gt;Username:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Nick:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Kevin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;100%&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;bottom&quot; cellpadding=&quot;3&quot; class=&quot;WPC-edit-border-all&quot; width=&quot;550&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shirt&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Pants&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Accessories&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;middle&quot; width=&quot;33%&quot;&gt;Other&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Describe this style and why you chose it for Joe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item><item><title>Stay with me</title><link>http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Stay+with+me</link><author>danicor88</author><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.thejonasbrotherssite.com/page/Stay+with+me</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 22:10:56 CST</pubDate><description>There is no abstract available for this page revision.&lt;hr size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>